Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

Mom died unexpectedly in the winter of. Jon drove to Pittsburgh, to chauffeur his sister back to the funeral. A blizzard swept down upon them as they drove east from Pittsburgh to Harrisburg, and the Turnpike and Route were both closed to traffic. They found a motel, already crowded with other stranded motorists, and despite Rachel's entreaty to look somewhere else, Jon accepted the innkeeper's offer of his last empty room. At least it had two beds.

She sat down on one, empty and drained with the loss of her mother, with the horrible snowstorm that had blown down out of nowhere. "Oh, God," she said aloud, "I don't ever want to die! I don't ever want to go away and know that there are people grieving for me!" Tears began to flaw uncontrollably. Jon settled beside her on the bed, his arm locking around her trembling shoulders.

"I won't let you," he promised in a soft, soothing voice. "I won't let anything bad, ever happen to you."

Rachel's face turned slowly and she looked into his eyes. They looked so much alike, she realized – the same eyes, the same hair, the same facial structure – almost like a minor image of one another. Her lips trembled piteously. They were closer than they had been in so many years. His hand was encircling her shoulders… his thigh pressed against he… the room was musty, as if it needed airing, but she could smell his aromatic after shave and she wondered if he had noticed the soft, understated perfume she wore nowadays. Rachel blinked her eyes as they misted over, and Jon's face was a blur – a blur that grew nearer and nearer and nearer. He had his hand on her leg, sliding up the hem of her skirt. His skin was hot – or was it her own body heat she sensed?

"No," she told him.

"No?" he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

"YESSS!!" she screamed suddenly, deafened by the sound of her own voice. "YEESSSSS!" and her hands were on him, racing to unbutton his shirt. She tore off a couple of buttons in her haste to bare his chest and her mouth sought his with a passion that could not be denied.

It was happening again, and she couldn't stop it, no more than Jon could. Neither of them even tried. He peeled the clothing from her body – the dress, the bra, the half-slip, the panties, the garter belt, the stockings – and he began to kiss and bite her naked flesh. Her nipples blossomed like flowers in his mouth and her tits ached from the vigorous passion of his sucking. He thrust a hand into her crotch, massaging the swollen, dampening lips of her pussy until she was sopping wet. Rachel twisted on the bed, her desire as naked as her body, and she moaned to him, "Do it, do it, do it, do it to me, Jon…"

And then he was with her, his cock sticking up long and hard and thick – had he been so big the last time she'd allowed him to ball her? She didn't think so. His organ was monstrous now as it stood up before her eyes, lust-engorged, the tip red as a ripe radish. And beneath the lance of his dong, the large sac of balls with its delicate contents. She watched, entranced, as his scrotum jiggled and swung beneath the arrow of his pecker, and she reached with one hand to touch him there. "Oh," she said, "it feels alive!"

"It is alive," he whispered, lying down beside her, "and so are we. We'll always be alive, you and I, Rachel. Because I love you, the way I've never loved anyone or anything else." He kissed her again while she toyed with the swollen barrel of his dick. "I've missed you, Rachel," he added, breathing across her face.

"I've missed you," she told him. "So much that at times I didn't think I could go on living." Her hands gripped his shoulders. "Fuck me, Jon," she implored. "Please fuck me, just the way we used to."

"Not the way we used to," he told her. "We were only kids then. Now we're all grown up, and I'm going to fuck you the way a man fucks a woman, the way a man like me fucks a woman like you. A lot, hard, heavy! I'm going to fill your belly with cum. My cum. In you, where it belongs."

"Yes, yes, yes," she panted, clawing at him. "Do it to me!!"

He did a quick turnabout, burying his face in the sweet moistness of her pussy, and she reached with eager hands for the dick that stood up so near her face. In a moment it was deep in her mouth and she was sucking passionately while his lips and tongue explored as if for the first time her honey-dripping snatch. She sucked him voraciously, with thrilling lip-tremors and tongue passes, and in almost no time at all her cock sucking paid off. Jon quivered in her mouth and he poured a load of semen that nearly drowned Rachel as she struggled to drink it down. So much cum, so much – she couldn't eat it all. Too much of it gushed from the corners of her mouth and spilled down her chin in sad waste. But she kept ox, sucking, whimpering around his cock as he tongued her to a fast, hot, wet release, and she kept him hard in her mouth. Hard enough that round two came up with no rest period needed for either of them. Her cunt was still vibrating with its explosion when Jon pried his penis from her mouth and reversed himself.

"Now," she groaned as he settled in between her widespread, eager legs and rubbed the tip of his dang on her itching slit. "Now!" she repeated, reaching down to entrap his prick and stuff the end of it into her gash, then humping toward him to bury his member in her oozing femininity. Her knees lifted and locked in on his ribcage as he reared above her, and then both their asses were moving in harmony as he fucked and she fucked and they fucked back and forth with a building, driving need.

Not once did she think of the tragic occasion that had brought them together in this motel room, and even if she had, Rachel might have considered her act a declaration for life as opposed to death. All she knew, as she rocked beneath her brother, was that she needed this, needed it now, more than anything else she could imagine.

"Ohhh," she moaned as his thick pecker ravaged her cunt. She was tight. It had been several years since anything larger than her finger or a tampon had been up Rachel's pussy. She'd cut him off then, and she'd cut herself off as well, for no other man had ever gotten this close to her in the years between. It was almost as if she could hear a squeaking when he worked his rod into her, but her snatch opened up as best it could and made room for him. Still, there was the breathtaking snugness of their fit, her twat grasping him as if he were a foot crammed into an undersized shoe. He strained against her.

"Oh, honey, loosen up," he whispered, biting her chin.

"It's – ahhhh!! – it's just fine this way. Oh, fuck me harder, Jon, harder… harder…"

Rachel twisted and bucked beneath him, her knees lifting higher and higher so that more of her pussy revealed itself to his thrusts, and he was ramming her deeply with that big tool of his. Hard, too, but she wanted it fierce and savage, like the coupling of two wild beasts, and she clawed at him with the frenzy of her need.

He lasted longer in her cunt than he had in her mouth, but all the same, it was too soon for Rachel. She pushed herself onward, struggling to keep up with him, and her orgasm began to build. His did as well, and she knew from the trembling of his shoulders that her brother was about to come in her. Rachel thrust a hand into her crotch, finding the jabbing barrel of his cock, locating too the nub of her clit, and she rubbed herself frantically. Two minutes more of deep thrusting and fucking would have sent her over the top automatically, but he was on the verge of blowing his nuts and she didn't want, him to climax without her.

There… there… there… he grunted, stuffing himself up her with a powerful set of plunges, and Rachel was fingering her clit as he screwed, and just as his dick began to blast jism into her womb, she pulled her own trigger and met his flood of cum with one of her own. Her belly swelled, or seemed to, from the abundance of hot wet fuck-fluids in it, and she thought she was about to burst, but she held him in her arms and legs, sucking his ejaculation and his dick up her pussy, kissing and biting his face whenever she could, and he was gripping her tits with their fiery nipples of deep brown, and there was nothing to do but cling together and quiver in the unison of their joy.