A. Jacks - Two-way Lust

So different he tastes from Susan, she thought, savoring that drop of man-juice caught on her tongue. Different even from Robert, and she had drank down gallons of his come during their time together. Her brother’s musky taste was so familiar it caused her to ache — made her want to throw her mouth around the engorged pole of flesh shafting before her face.

She repressed the urge. She wanted to make him hurt with lust — make him remember that time when only she mattered in his life — make him remember the nights and days they shared.

Again her tongue flicked out. This time, she ran its tip along the veined underside of his cock. The stiff rod jumped and jerked. His legs quivered violently as though threatening to collapse. She smiled to herself.

Downward, her tongue traveled. It tapped and toyed over the rumpled sac of his testicles. She felt the heavy-laden rocks of lust shoot around within the confines of their bag. She knew his desire consumed him, knew he could no longer resist her or what she offered.

Leaving his baggy scrotum glistening with a sheen of salvia, she licked back up his prick. Reaching its throbbing glans, she opened her mouth. Her lips pouted over the swollen crown. His cock moved inward, sliding over the velvet carpet of her tongue.

Abruptly, she changed tactics. Instead of a slow languid worshipping mouth-love, she threw her head forward. His cock shot in to fill her face and half her throat. Then she jerked back. Then forward again.

She fucked her face on his cock. Continuously her head rocked back and forth while she sucked up and down the pulsating length of his prick.

Above her, he watched. He groaned and moaned. Thicker and thicker the knot of lust grew in his balls. His cock seemed to swell to twice its normal size. He ached, hurting with the need for release and lust for this wanton siren who was his sister.

Suddenly, Melinda pulled her lips from his dork with a loud, wet pop. She rolled back on the grass, stretching out on her back. Her legs opened widely, offering him a lewd invitation.

“Now, my brother,” she said. “Give it to me. Fuck your sister’s pussy. Shove that beautiful cock all the way back into my mouth.”

He didn’t hesitate now. For the moment, Susan was forgotten. Only the need for his sister flamed within him.

Sliding between her spread thighs, he mounted her voluptuous body. His slickened cock needed no guiding hand to help it find the moist lips of her quim. His cocks crown easily slipped between those pinkly pouting lips. Melinda grunted, surprised by the ease with which he entered her, his full length drilling into the depths of her belly.

He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, holding them at the wrists with one hand. His eyes glared down at her holding a mixture of lust and contempt.

“You want it, baby sister,” he grunted in an almost bestial voice. “Now, I’m going to give it to you!”

His hips jerked up and slammed down, reaming the soft folds of her cunt. His full weight pounded into her nakedness, strength centering between her wanton thighs. Her whole body jarred and shuddered beneath the fleshy impalement. She groaned, lust swirling up from her core.

Again he pulled back and pumped inward. Once again, she could not escape the full power of his deep-grinding stroke. The ground wasn’t like a bed. It didn’t give, didn’t absorb any of the shock. Her body took the total impact. She whimpered out.

He’s raping me! My own brother is raping me! She realized she had seduced him, sucked him, teased him just to get his cock into her pussy. But he wasn’t giving it to her the way she expected. Jace was not making love to her, he was raping her — a willing victim. Each ramming thrust of his loins was punishment for her control over him. He didn’t want it to be pleasant for her.

She whimpered again, struggling to free her hands. His grip tightened until it seemed as though he were going to cut off the circulation to her hands. “Jace, let me go! You’re hurting me!”

He laughed, his hips slamming into her crotch, filling her body with the stiffness of his meaty lance. “Fuck you, bitch! That’s what you wanted. And that’s what you’re getting.”

She struggled, bucking and twisting. He still rode her vulnerable body. She couldn’t throw him off her. She writhed and whimpered.

In and out, his pistoning pole reamed. Hard and swollen it filled her. Her brief moment of panic and fear faded. Her want and need for her brother grew again. She felt her resistance and anger to his violent attack melt away. Desire flared anew.

“Yes,” she moaned beneath the pounding punishment of his powerful body. “Fuck me! Fuck me, brother!”

Harder and deeper he threw himself into her. She now welcomed the brutal thrust of his hips. Her own body responded. Her pelvis arched up and down in rhythm with his demanding strokes. She gyrated her hips, twisting around the skewering stalk of cock.

She cried out when his free hand gripped one of her tits and squeezed. It hurt, or at least she thought it did. But it didn’t matter, she now floated in that realm where pain and pleasure melt together, indistinguishable from one another.

Her cunt ached, its folds feeling like molten lava, hot and burning. Delicious friction ran up her belly with each driving stroke of his cock. She rocked under him, worshipping and loving the punishing impact of his body.

Crying out in abandoned wantonness, she came. Her whole world seemed to explode around her. In total ecstasy she soared. Trembles of delight transformed to full-fledged flesh-quakes of pleasure.

Atop her, her brother suddenly threw himself full weight into her. His cock sank ball-deep into the sleeving harbor of her quim. Deep from the aching balls of his testicles rushed a flood of sperm and semen. Through his cock it burned, then jetted in scalding fountains from his glans.

She felt each of those blasting spurts, felt her brother’s seed drench the innermost recesses of her cunt, flood her. Gallon upon gallon of come erupted from his loins. He filled her quivering channel until her pussy lips overflowed with his load. A warm trickle oozed from her cunt and ran down the smoothness of her thigh, quickly turning cool in the open air.

Jace sagged, exhausted, atop her. His hand released her wrists. His punishing fingers slipped from her aching breast. She sighed, fully satisfied.

He lay on her until his come-slick cock deflated and slithered like a small snake from her pussy. Then he rose and looked down at her. There was no satisfaction in his face, only relief. A hollowness filled her, while she watched him turn to gather up his clothes.

Her legs still shaking, she managed to rise and dress. Jace once again had his camera and was snapping off the remaining shot on the film roll.

It’s over, she thought. He was right.

In that instant she realized things had changed, just as her brother had said. She had hoped that once within her body she could turn back the pages of time. But now she knew it was impossible. Jace was still her brother, he still loved her, still desired her. But he was right, they couldn’t share their lives as man and woman.

It was something she guessed she knew all along, but could never accept. Now she did. She had been wrong in returning home.

Sucking in a deep breath, she summoned her strength and walked to her brother’s side. She took his hand and looked into his eyes.

“Jace, I’m sorry,” she said. “I thought I could bring it all back. I didn’t mean to hurt you, or make you hate me. I was wrong. I’m sorry, Jace. I’m sorry.”

He pulled her to him and held her close. “Me too, baby sister. I had to make you see how it is now.”

“I know,” she said, trying to smile. “I know.”