My cousin goes down on me to taste my brother’s cum

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If you are not comfortable with a woman having sex with her brother and with a female cousin, this story will probably not be your cup of tea.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” my brother groaned, with his lips against my throat.

He pushed his cock all the way into my greedy hole, and I dug my nails into his back, as we both eagerly anticipated the start of his orgasm.

“Go! Go! Do it Bobby!” I whimpered.

His cock suddenly jerked inside me, and I felt a scalding flood of his cum pump against my sensitive insides as he gasped and humped against me.

Over and over his cock pulsed and I rocked my hips gently on the mattress and held onto him tight as I savored each pleasurable spurt of his semen.

He kept pushing his throbbing cock back and forth through my clenching lips as he coated my insides with the wet heat of his orgasmic release.

And then he was quiet and still, and the only sound in the dark room was from each of us trying to catch our breath.

“Do you think she heard us?” he panted.

“No.” I lied, flexing my tingling cunt around him and enjoying the way he gasped.

“That tickles.” He grunted with a shudder.

“Feels heavenly to me.” I whispered softly, stroking the back of his head. “I love how full your cock makes me feel. Kiss me while you’re still inside me Bobby.”

He pushed his lips to mine, and for several long minutes our open mouths pressed together with love and tender affection. Unlike the frantic kisses of need and arousal from several minutes earlier, we were now gentle and loving with one another.

It was my turn to shudder as I giggled against his mouth at the tickle of his softening cock.

I squeezed him even tighter with my arms, savoring the feeling of our hot bodies pressed together as we held onto each other.

“I should go.” He murmured eventually. “Before I fall asleep. If I’m still here in the morning Kirstin will figure out what we’re doing.”

“Okay.” I said, feigning reluctance.

He pushed away from me, and I reached down and slid my fingertips against his soft cock as he pulled it out of me.

I quickly sat up and leaned over, locking my lips around his cockhead and sucking it hard and quick, tasting the salty traces of my hole and his sperm.

“Jesus!” he gasped. “Stop!”

We both giggled as he pulled his gym shorts back on.

“See you in the morning Sis.” He said quietly, leaning over me for a quick kiss.

“Hope you can sleep now.” I said with a grin, brushing my hot lips against his mouth one last time.

“Your breath smells like sperm.” He teased, giving my nose a playful lick before quickly moving to my bedroom door.

He opened it slowly, and once he saw that the coast was clear he slipped out into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind him.

I grinned in the dark room.

Of course the coast was clear.

There was only one other person living in the house with me.

That was my twenty-two-year-old cousin Kirstin.

And she wasn’t in any position to spot my brother sneaking out of my room at midnight.

Because she was just a few feet away, hidden under some blankets between my bed and the wall, where she’d been eagerly awaiting the chance to listen as my brother climbed between my legs and pumped me full of his cum.

I pushed my hand down next to the bed, and brushed my fingers against her hip.

“Is he gone?” she whispered.

“Yes.” I replied softly. “You can come out.”

She wiggled out from between the bed and wall while I took four quick steps across the room to lock my bedroom door.

My room was on the first floor, at the far end of the house. The previous owners had used it as a master bedroom and built it for privacy away from the second-floor bedrooms of their children.

But my dad had seen the wisdom of giving his only daughter the room with its own bathroom. He and my brother had taken two of the rooms on the second floor when the three of us moved in six years ago.

My mother had died a few years earlier, so it had been just the three of us.

When I graduated from high school I’d enrolled in a local college, where I was now a teaching assistant while working on my Master’s degree.

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