Dorsai - Eight is enough

Off to the side, Dawn watched as her brother repeatedly plunged his hard staff into their sister. She hadn't been quite sure what Jeremy thought he was doing when he'd been sliding just the head of his dick back and forth in Brit, but there wasn't any doubt about what her sister had felt when he'd stopped: even from where she was sitting, Dawn had known what was happening with the youngster. When he'd finally started fucking Brit, Dawn had known that he was trying to find a combination of how much he moved, how fast, and even how hard, that would make her feel good – he'd certainly done it enough times with her!. She could also tell when Jeremy found that "sweet spot" by the pleased noises that Brittany started making, and how she was lifting her hips in welcome to Jeremy's thrusts into her. As she continued watching them, Dawn saw as Jeremy somehow got himself contorted enough that he was able to get his mouth on Brittany's tits and start sucking on her nipples. Seeing that made Dawn realize just how serious Jeremy was about wanting to do whatever he could to try and make sure that their sisters were happy about what happened, and how: he knew that she liked it when he did things to her nipples when they were fucking, and he was willing to bend himself into almost in half so that he could do the same thing for Brit because he thought SHE might like it, too. And she apparently did, judging by the slightly more liquid sounds coming from where Jeremy was pumping himself in and out of her…

For his part Jeremy was about as happy and satisfied as he could be: though Brit wasn't quite as tight around him as she'd first been, she was still more than tight enough; too, she was easily wet enough inside (!) to make his motion in her easy and pleasant (!) for both of them. Best of all, he'd been able to get a little more control of himself so that the rhythm of his movement in her wasn't pushing him too quickly toward cumming in her too soon. The way she was responding to him, he figured he could easily bring her to one orgasm, and maybe even a second, before filling her with his spunk. And if she was as willing to help him get ready again as she'd been about them starting… well, he figured it was going to turn out to be a great evening!

As he continued pistoning in and out of his younger sister, Jeremy could tell the she was steadily moving closer and closer to having her first ever orgasm from having a guy inside her – something that had him feeling several different emotions at different times and in different combinations: satisfied that he was doing what he meant to do with her, pleased that she was so obviously enjoying it as much as she was, honored that she loved and trusted him enough to want HIM to be her first, love and affection that she would be willing to share herself with him that way, and more.

While Jeremy was plundering his sister's treasure, he would shift his position a bit every so often; not just to make himself a little more comfortable, but so that he could do different things to both arouse her more and to let her know how much he cared for her. Resting on his elbows, he was able to tend to her face and neck and shoulders with any number of soft kisses, little "lip-bites", gently nibbling on her earlobes, and so on. Straight-armed above her, he was able to get his lips and mouth on her breasts so that he could kiss and suck on them at random places, softly "chew" on her nipples, and even just give them a bath with his tongue. While all of it seemed to please her, the things that she responded to the most were the ones he repeated most often. At one point, she opened her eyes and managed to tell him "I want to watch… I wanna see you fucking me…". Jeremy didn't bother saying anything; he simply got his arms positioned behind her knees and carefully moved them toward her head, almost folding her in half. Lifting her head, Brittany was able to look down to where she and and her brother were joined, and watched for nearly a minute as his manhood cycled in and out of her before letting him know she was getting uncomfortable. When she was able to wrap her legs around his waist again, she looked up at him to say "I thought it would look sexy… but not like that!" in obvious awe and arousal.

Jeremy was starting to get a little tired from holding himself over her when he started to feel her vagina begin a faint clenching around him; it was a lighter version of what she'd done when she'd climaxed after he'd teased her, so he knew that she was getting close. To help her along, Jeremy began finishing his thrusts into her with an added little "bump" that would stimulate her clitoris a little more. With that added stimulation it wasn't but a very few more minutes before Brittany froze underneath him with the beginning of her release.

When he felt Brit clamp down around him, Jeremy immediately stopped moving in her: he knew that if he kept fucking her, the added sensations of her orgasm would have him emptying himself into her in short order. What he wanted to do instead was to be able to fuck her some more: once her orgasm was over, he wanted to get her on her hands and knees so that he could fuck her from behind (his favorite position). But he also wanted her climax to be a good one, so he contented himself with simply pressing his pelvis against hers, knowing that the added pressure against her clitoris would intensify what she was experiencing.

There were only two things in the whole universe that Brittany was aware of right then: the massive cock that seemed to fill her entire body, and the sensations radiating from her clit each time Jeremy pressed himself against it. Either one would have been enough to make her climax complete – but together, they left her unable to do anything but feel herself being tossed around like a piece of driftwood by the tidal wave of her pleasure. It wasn't until after the first few spasms of indescribably pleasure had overwhelmed her and faded that she was able to take a deep, gasping breath before nearly blacking out when another coursed through her young body. The next few were progressively milder, and Brittany was finally able to start gasping for the oxygen that her body was demanding. Only after a last, faint tremor ran through her was she able to open her eyes; even then, it took a few seconds before she was able to recognize her brother looking down at her. Still panting, she threw her arms around him and pulled him down into a fierce hug, crying with the joy of what she'd experienced, and unable to tell him what he'd done for her.

When he first saw his sister's tears, Jeremy initially thought that he'd somehow still done something wrong. But it took only a moment for him to realize that the expression on her face meant that she was crying because she was happy. It didn't make any sense to him, and he figured that it probably never would, that women cried for pretty much any damn reason – but that Brit was crying because she was happy… that he could live with. Continuing to hold himself still over her, Jeremy quietly began kissing her; ears, cheeks, lips, nose… anything that he could get his lips on as he tried to get her settled down again.

His efforts finally began to have an affect, and it was perhaps another minute before she turned her head to face him and said "I… that… what you did…" before taking a deep breath and managing to get out "Thank you, Jeremy. That was wonderful – way better that I even thought it could be."

Smiling, Jeremy answered "I'm glad you liked it, Brit. Are you ready for some more, now?"

Hearing that, Brittany suddenly realized that Jeremy was still inside her, and more to the point, still hard.

It was all Jeremy could do not to laugh at the expression his sisters face when she looked up at him and asked "We… you can keep fucking me?", stunned at the possibility.

"If you want me to. Or we can stop – it's up to you."