Selena Kitt - Naughty Bits

“More?” I watched my two fingers stretching her flesh. I pulled them out for a moment, her juices thick, clinging to my fingers in clear strands.

“Unless you want to put your cock in me?”

I met her eyes, and then looked down at her cunt again. Open, wet, waiting. All I had to do was slide inside. She wanted me to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her. Why wasn’t I fucking her, then?

“Come on.” She slid her arse to the edge of the counter and opening her lips with her fingers. “Put that hard cock in me. You know you want to.”

Fuck yes, I wanted to! My cock most definitely wanted to be buried balls-deep inside of her-it was the voice in my head that was the problem. This was my sister! If we crossed that line, there was just no going back. Somehow I could rationalize everything up to that point, like some virgin girl who thought oral or anal sex wasn’t “real sex.” It was strange, but true.

“God, I have to have your cock!” She moaned, slipping two of her own fingers inside. “Please, Davey. Fuck me. Put it in me.”

“Oh hell!” I groaned, taking my cock in my hand and aiming it for her. Her eyes were bright, and she grabbed me, sliding me up and down her wet slit. Oh Christ, that didn’t just feel good-that was fucking incredible! She worked me up over her clit and back down, her eyes half-closed, her breath coming fast.

“You gonna fuck me, little brother?” She slipped the tip of my cock down toward her hole. I winced, grabbing her hips and pushing her back a little on the counter.

“Dawn, we can’t.” I gritted my teeth. My cock was wet with her juices and longing for more of her warmth.

“Oh, hell!” She swore, rolling her eyes and leaning back on her elbows. “Are you serious?”

I closed my eyes. I was off my trolley. I had to be. I had a willing, waiting, wet cunt in front of me, and I was saying no? I was definitely off my head. But my head was the problem. It kept screaming, “This is yoursister!”

“You can’t leave me like this,” she pleaded. “David, I have to have your cock. Please!”

“I’ll lick you,” I said, a peace offering.

She sighed. “Noooo… Oh my God, I want you so much…”

I groaned, leaning over her and pressing my face against the flesh of her belly. She smelled clean, like soap. “Dawnie, I can’t. I just can’t.” I looked up, pleading with my eyes. “You’re my sister.”

She frowned for a moment, and then her eyes left mine, moving over the counter beside her. She smiled, getting that mischievous Dawnie look in her eye again. I watched as she picked up the cucumber that she had put on the counter to cut up for her salad.

“Here.” She handed it to me, grinning. “Then you can fuck me with this.”

My eyes widened, but I took it. “With this?”

“If I can’t have you, then this will have to do.” She nodded, opening her legs wide.

I hesitated. It was far larger than my cock, thicker through the middle for sure. Could she take this inside of her? How? I found myself curious to see.

“Come on.” She spread her lips open, showing me her cunt. “I want to be fucked.”

There was no way! That tiny little hole, and she wanted me to slide this huge cucumber in there?

I pressed the tip to her flesh, and she shivered. “Cold,” she murmured. “Go on.” Further, another inch. I watched her lips spreading over it, taking it in. “Deeper. Come on, David.”

I slid it steadily into her, watching in awe as her pink, wet flesh stretched as she took it into her, inch by inch.

When it was about halfway in, she squirmed. “No further than that…okay?” I nodded, my breath coming fast.

“Lick me.”

I leaned in toward her, nosing her clit, finding it with my tongue. She moaned, wiggling and ran a hand through my hair, guiding my head. “Yessssss, right there.”

I licked at her, holding the cucumber, buried halfway in. She started rocking against me, whimpering. Her cunt tasted clean and sweet, and I swallowed her, wanting more.

“Now, fuck me!” She rolled her hips. I started moving the cucumber out of her and then back in, slow and easy, keeping my mouth fastened against her, my tongue teasing her clit.

“Faster,” she begged, and I obeyed, moving it in and out of her more rapidly, the thick length of the vegetable opening her wide. “Oooohhh, yes, harder!”

I was shoving it in her now, my tongue making circles around and around her clit, catching a rhythm. She was fucking back, lifting her hips, rolling them, and I struggled to keep my tongue moving where I knew she wanted it.

“Ooooo! You fuck me so good!” she moaned. “Harder!”

So I did, as hard as I could, looking up at her, propped on her elbows and watching me fuck her with the cucumber, my tongue licking fast at her clit.

She looked at me through half-closed eyes and whispered, “Don’t you wish it was your cock, baby brother?”

I groaned against her flesh at the cruel words, twisting the cucumber in her cunt and making her gasp. She seemed to like that, so I continued to twist it as I fucked her, back and forth, in and out.

“Ohhhh God, I wish it was you.” She looked down at me. “I wish it was your big, hard cock fucking me like that.”

Oh hell. Me, too, I thought, plunging it deeper still, ignoring what she’d said earlier about “no further.” She didn’t seem to care, she was breathing fast, and bucking against me, taking more and more of the dark green shaft into her cunt. I worked it hard and fast inside of her, my face coated in her juices, my cock a steel rod throbbing for release.

She started to make that sweet, telltale noise, “uh, uh, uh,” and I moaned against her flesh, fucking her a little harder, licking faster still.

“Ohhhh you’re so good, little brother,” she whispered. “So fucking goooooood!” She gasped and shuddered and grabbed my hair, pushing her hips up to meet me and shoving my mouth against her so hard that I couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t care. She was flooding my face with her sweetness, her cunt spasming around the cucumber again and again.

She collapsed on the counter, moaning still, and I looked down at the vegetable still half-submerged inside of her, slick and wet. I slid it out, slow, and she moaned, as if she didn’t want to let it go. She breathed a sigh, reaching for me, and I helped her sit.

Smiling, she took the cucumber from me, licking at the tip, tasting herself on it.

“Want to see something?” There was that Dawnie look, so mischievous. I nodded, grabbing my cock as I watched her. It was begging for attention, I just couldn’t help stroking it a little as her tongue ran over the phallic vegetable, licking it just like I remembered her licking my cock.

I groaned when she took it into her mouth, watching her lips stretch over the impossible girth of the thing, taking more and more, and more still! She worked it in, gagging a little, and that made my hand move even faster over my shaft, until it was two thirds of the way into her mouth. I stared, fascinated, and then she took it out, slow, meeting my eyes.

“Neat trick, huh?”

“Show me again,” I said, my voice hoarse, squeezing the tip of my cock until it was red bordering on purple.

“I’m guessing you don’t mean on this.” She smiled, setting the cucumber on the counter, and sliding off it. “Come here.”

She led me over to one of the kitchen chairs, sitting me down in it and pulling my jeans and boxers off. I leaned back a little, watching her. God, she was beautiful-I couldn’t stop looking at her, the way her breasts swayed gently as she settled herself between my legs, the soft swell of her belly and thighs, the sweet way she tucked her hair behind her ears before she leaned in to give her full attention to my cock.