Unknown - Wanting Everyone

"Jace… I am your sister… you can't," she stuttered, attempting to get the words out. She couldn't. She broke down and started sobbing, hiding her face in her hands.

"Melinda," Jace said softly and moved to her. His arms encircled her and held her close. "Melinda, shhhhh. Please, I can't take it when you cry."

"I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to cry. I just wanted to talk this out. I just thought…"

Jace tenderly kissed her. "Just thought I was acting like a son of a bitch."

Melinda melted against him. He felt so good, so warm. The feel of his skin so familiar, like the security one gets when coming home after being away for a long time.

"No," she answered. "Jace, I love you. You're my brother and I need you. You can't shut me off the way you've done these past months."

"I know," he whispered. "Believe me, I know. Each time I see you, it tears me up. I can't trust myself. I still love you, Melinda. I still want you as much as I ever did."

The hardness growing in his crotch verified that for her.

She shivered, hot sensations racing through her core, stirred by the lusty feel of his growing manhood. "I know Jace, I still want you. But we can't…"

He pressed a finger to her red lips. "We can."

He kissed her again, this time his lips pressed firmly against hers. For a moment the thought flickered in her mind that she should pull away from him, that what they would do would be cheating on Phil. But she didn't want to. She yearned to once more have her brother's rigid cock deeply rooted in the hot pocket of her pussy-to feel his piston of flesh moving in and out of her.

"Yes," she answered when they parted. "Yes, yes, yessss."

Pulling her tightly to him, Jace thrust his tongue into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Eagerly his oral digit twisted and dueled around her own tongue. At the same time, he shot a hand between her thighs, clamping over the knoll of her cunt. He squeezed and kneaded the womanly mound. She moaned as his fingers pressed through the fabric of her slacks. Juices welled within her quim and oozed out, dampening the silk of her panties.

"Jace," she moaned. "Jace, my brother, I want you to fuck me. I want you to ball me."

"Fuck you blind," he said. "Strip. Get those damn clothes off so I can see that beautiful pussy."

She didn't need further urging to comply. Stepping back a few feet, she quickly peeled her pullover sweater over her head, then skinned down her slacks.

Standing before her brother, dressed only in her bra and panties, she watched while he jerked off his briefs. His cock stood at full attention, jerking and twitching from his crotch. Jace grasped the rigid tool in his fist and jerked up and down it a couple times. She shuddered with need, remembering the times he had jacked off for her, often shooting his seed over her stomach and tits.

While his eyes watched her every move, she reached behind her back. The three hooks to her bra strap easily unclasped. The cupping halter swung out and she wiggled her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Her tits, twin peaks of firm proud flesh, jutted from her chest. The mere thought of what was going to happen had transformed her nipples into stiff buttons that topped each of the cones.

She tucked her fingers beneath the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down over the womanly flare of her hips.

His eyes homed in on the dark fleece of down covering the plump knoll of her pussy. She trembled, reveling in the intimate caress of his gaze.

She didn't pose coyly for him. Her own need for her brother burned too high.

Instead she ran back into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard and long. She pushed her tits against his chest. Her nipples felt so stiff and hard that she knew they could probably dig holes into his flesh.

His hips pushed forward, pressing the stiffness of his cock into the fur-covered mound of her sex. She moaned while he rubbed the solid length of his rod over the wanton knoll of her pussy.

It pulsed and throbbed, alive with strength and power to please.

His hands caressed her back for moments, then circled forward, cupping the outer bulges of her tits. He squeezed, molding into her flesh like an artist working handfuls of stubborn clay. She moaned, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, driving for his throat.

They tumbled atop the bed together, holding tightly, unwilling to break the magic spell of their touching flesh. Her brother rolled atop her body. His mouth kissed down the graceful arch of her neck, then even further downward.

His lips and tongue found her tits.

She arched her back, stuffing the marshmallowy flesh into his mouth. There was no way he could take all the bountiful offering of her tit-flesh, but it was fun trying. He sucked and licked, busily eating at the warm, silky flesh.

After thoroughly satisfying himself and her, he kissed downward again, stopping only when his tongue poked into the humid cavern of her pussy.

She squirmed atop the bed, his tongue whipping her need higher and higher. Up and down the pink lips of her cunt, his moist oral digit ran, cajoling her clit out from under its hood of skin. She shivered and quaked while he played particular attention to that fleshy nubbin-the center of a woman's delight.

She groaned in disappointment when he rose from between her thighs and smiled up at her. Then she moaned deeply. He slipped up onto the alluring invitation of her body. His cock easily slid into the well-lubricated sluice of her pussy, driving ball-deep.

Skewered, shafted, impaled, she thought, fucked!

Like a lance of flesh, his mighty prodder packed the tight confines of her quim. Swollen and throbbing, his massive cock strained the pink folds of her pussy so that they fitted him like a glove. The hardness of his prick jerked and twitched in its yearning for her.

"Damn!" he groaned. "You feel so damn good! So hot and tight!"

And he felt long, hard and deep. She wiggled her ass around on the bedspread.

His cock rocked and whipped within her pussy, setting off a chain-reaction of thrills that shot up from her cunt to her brain. She moaned, worshipping the filling feel of him.

"Good," she whispered in his ear. "My brother's cock feels marvelous! Fuck me, Jace. Fuck your sister!"

He did. His pelvis jerked high, then plunged down. The impact came like a triple shot of hundred proof whiskey. The lusty pleasure he brought made her reel in a drunken stupor of pleasure. She groaned out loud and long. Her stomach muscles clamped down, squeezing tightly around his thick shaft.

"God!" she hissed in delight. "You can't imagine what it's like to have you in me again."

"I can," he said. "I know what it's like to be there."

Up and down, he fed his cock into her willing body. Her hips caught his rhythmic strokes and kept time. She strained against him, attempting to draw his pulsating piston even deeper into the lusting hole of her pussy. She wanted him deep, driving to the burning core of her need.

Phil satisfied her, more than satisfied her. But with her brother, it was so different. She didn't know why or understand the exciting difference of having her brother fuck her. She didn't care. All that was important was the carnal desires he created in her wanton body, and then the way he quenched them.

Harder his pelvis rose and fell. His crotch slapped into hers. A wet sheen of sweat coated their nakedness. Deep furrows of concentration wrinkled his brow.

His ball bag slapped at the furry lips of her quim. And his cock kept sliding in and out of the juicy slit of her cunt.

Seeking to drive even deeper into the heated haven of her young, sensual body, her brother slid his hands down, caressing the supple silkiness of her outer thighs. His exploring fingertips moved under her muscular legs and hefted them high.