Dee Westee - Pleasure_s A Must

She had tried to imagine what it would be like to be married… and a man making love to her for the first time. The images were blurred, and the question was academic. Of course, she had read some books, and she knew the mechanics of sex, but never having experienced anything bordering on a true sexual coupling she couldn't really fill in the details.

But her brother, Kurt, she thought, was sexually knowledgeable and highly experienced. Sometimes the way he talked about sex let her know that there was almost nothing he didn't know about it.

After the sun had set in all its magnificence over the city skyline, they had taken the elevator back down to their apartment, still wearing their wet swimming suits under their matching terry cloth robes. Stacey had gone into her own bedroom, with its adjoining bath. Quickly, she had stripped off her clammy bikini and stepped into the shower. Afterward, she toweled herself dry with a luxuriously soft, terry bath towel, draped it around her nudity and walked into her bedroom; then, intent upon searching out the whereabouts of a pair of her nylon panties in her dresser drawer, she was not conscious of the door having been opened and closed softly. It was not until she straightened up, the wispy panties in her hand, that she saw him standing there behind her, the mirror reflecting his naked body.

Stacey had often seen her brother naked, so she felt no alarm at first. Laughing, she said to him, looking at his reflection in the mirror still, "What's the matter, big brother, can't you find-your drawers?"

Then, she saw it! His penis was hard, elongated, and pulsing warmly, as it speared out dangerously from his loins! She had never seen him like this, and her eyes were now drawn to it like bits of iron to a magnet. My God… it's absolutely beautifully monstrous! Wide-eyed, she gaped down at his loins, unable for the moment to speak… or even move. She felt hot all of a sudden and yet as though she had just been dealt a stunning blow in the belly; shock raced through her unchecked, for somehow, she knew that her darling Kurt, her trusted older brother, had come into her bedroom with something incestuous on his mind. He wants to… it was unthinkable. My own brother! With an effort of will, her eyes swept up his trimly lithe body to his face, seeking some kind of answer or reassurance, at least, she might be wrong.

Her brother walked toward her, his face a mask of hopeless lust, his lips spilling out words… words she couldn't believe.

"I can't stand it any longer, Stacey… you're the only girl I really love!"

Frantically, she clutched the towel close to her, while her heart hammered against her ribs, the meaning of what he was saying skidding around inside her skull, telling her that it was true. He wanted to… to fuck her… right then, and he was serious! God! She had imagined the day she would open her legs for the first time for her husband, beautiful, mysterious, and romantic, coming in to her marriage bed, pure and virginal… and suddenly, she was confronted with the reality of her own brother wanting to take her virginity from her!

"My God, Kurt!" she choked. "You… can't mean it?" Her troubled green eyes were drawn hypnotically to the massively throbbing shaft of his penis below.

"Honey, Stacey, yes! I can't stand it any longer, I tell you! Nobody else means as much to me as you do… I want to fuck you, Stacey!" Stacey stepped back away from him, as though she had trod on a burning hot coat, while that harsh four-letter word drilled deep into her brain, jolting her with its uncouth sound.

"Kurt, what are you saying?" she snapped, as determination not to let it happen now flooded through her. "We can't do that! You're my brother! You know I love you too, but… we can never do that!"

"Yeah, I know about all that," Kurt said as he reached her, planting himself solidly in front of her, his big hand going out to grasp the towel and strip it from her luscious, cringing body. "But I need you… you're the one I love!"

Then, dropping the towel, he enfolded her in,his arms, pressing her shameful nakedness against his own tightly, as he leaned his head down to kiss her, capturing her lips with his own, flattening and spreading them with furious ardor, until her mouth was forced open and his tongue darted sinuously into the moistly warm sweetness of his little sister's mouth to taste and savor it probingly.

Futilely, she struggled writhing in the circle of his hard-muscled arms in an attempt to escape him, but he was too strong. Her big brother held her tight and close, her struggles only inciting him further as her naked abdomen ground against the massive hardness of his cock, standing up jack staff- between them. She felt it throbbing warmly, seeming to bore hotly into the soft flesh of her naked belly almost like a red-hot poker and reminding her with its imposing presence of what he intended to do. A hollow, helpless fear she had never felt before came alive churningly in the pit of her stomach. My God! He's really going to… try… to fuck me!

Helpless to do anything about it, Stacey felt herself being propelled toward her bed, the fear in her seeming to flee in the face of something stronger. It was an igniting spark of responding desire that had lain dormant, banked there in her loins, suppressed and ignored, that was now being blown to smoldering life, leaving her confused, as her resistance ebbed from her, weakening her… and she found herself moving with her older brother and allowing him to push her down to the soft mattress. She seemed to float in sort of slow-motion, suspended animation. Then, she was stretched out on the bed with Kurt there beside her. Suddenly, a lewd wantonness surged through her, making her want to feel her brother's body next to hers… to feel the joys of adult love… to experience it all… all the way.

Avidly, his greedily eager hands began to explore her body, caressing and kneading the full, swelling mounds of her sensitive breasts, feeling their pliant, satin like.smoothness and glorying in his sudden possession of them. Damn! He'd been waiting for so long to try to get the happiness he knew he would have with her! He had tried to suppress it as long as he could, but today, when she'd been splashing so happily around-in that little bikini, he couldn't help himself any longer. He loved her so much, every inch of her. Christ! He was only a man! He wanted to fuck her… right now!

Her nipples began to distend, the areolas to draw up at their bases, and she felt the glowing sensations he generated in her breasts that seemed to flow downward to her quaking belly, almost like a fiery stream of molten lava seeking the lowest elevation and filling her with a raw desire she had never known could exist. His mouth left hers then, and he was kissing and sucking on one of her fully elongated and sensitive nipples. Suddenly, his sharp teeth bit into it, causing her to whine in feeble complaint.

"Please… honey, don't! Please… don't do it!" she pleaded, sensing that she couldn't allow him to do what he intended. It was wrong, it was no good! If she could just get him to stop, right then… before she was too far gone, it would be all right… but it was going to take every ounce of will power she possessed.

She might as well not have spoken, begging him to stop. His hands prowled her body boldly with a mind of their own, and he wouldn't listen, turning a deaf ear to her whining pleas. He smoothed-his palms over her ribs and down across the smooth, flat plane of her belly until he was teasing lewdly in the soft golden curls of her pubic hair, causing her to prickle with a strange, new anticipation, down between her tightly clamped thighs. Desperately, she tried to squirm away from his warmly dangerous hand. She knew that if he were to possess her there… get his hand in between her legs, down there, it would be the beginning of the end… of her resistance, of her virginity. Oh ooohh! I can't… let him… do it!