David took the initiative, as he always does, “OK, let’s achieve your fantasy first and we can do the other stuff over the next day and a half. Is that all right with you?”
I rolled onto my back and spread my legs to allow his body to fit between. He took up his position, but did not insert his cock. He lay on me, started kissing my tits and squeezing them, before moving up higher to kiss me full on the mouth. Not with a brother’s kiss, but with a lover’s kiss. His tongue found its way inside my mouth and worked on my tongue.
His cock was resting near my pelvic bone and I felt it harden when we kissed, I felt my pussy start to moisten and tingle. A squeeze on my boobs can cause that too, I was ready for his cock. I arched up towards him as a signal to get started, but he didn’t respond, he continued kissing me; whispered in my ear, “I am going to make you wait for this, as long as I can, Wend.” That was his nickname for me — he used it when he wanted something, like information I may have had about family things I had overheard and he did not hear.
I didn’t know if I could wait much longer, my toes starting curling up, my legs stiffened and my butt lifted off the bed to encourage his cock, which I could feel was like a steel spike waiting to be driven into its hole. I was having trouble controlling my breath; I was panting in short and deep breaths. David was noticing all this; he was smiling at me when our eyes met.
“You have waited a few years for this, so a few more minutes won’t matter, will it, Wend?”
“A few more minutes? I could explode before then. Get on with it Davey, fuck me for God’s sake.” I was almost frantic with lust and I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard, right now! I started to sweat and I clasped my legs around his hips and my arms pulled him tighter to my chest, so tight that I almost crushed him into my firm breasts with their rigid nipples.
Davey slid down a little more and I could feel where his cock was and wriggled my pussy so that all he had to do was push it in. No hands required, I was fully wide open and waiting.
His organ had a mind of its own and slipped straight into its wet target and I felt it pushing harder into my love tunnel. My feet were lifting me off the bed for more of him, until I could feel his balls bumping against my butthole. He was in and secure, now for the action. But there was no movement!
“Davey, what are you doing? Fuck me now! Please!” I looked up at his face and he teased me by asking,
“Are you ready now?” That is why I love my brother so much; he is so full of surprises — and sexy torments. I nodded and he started to push gently in and out, no hurried strokes. It seems he had all the time in the world to do it. Just gentle pushing in and out, rhythmical action, that caused me to match him stroke for stroke, push by push. Then it happened! He was ready to come and my orgasm was just waiting for his juicy signal. “Ready. Go,” he said and I felt the strong surges of his hot cum shoot into my cunt and spurt by spurt I was driven into temporary ecstasy by his love pump. I could hear the slurping noises as I became wetter with each spurt of his semen. The sound spurred me on to more effort. I was in heaven!
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