1. Spring Break: Part 2


    Date: 1/17/2020, Categories: True Stories Consensual Sex Incest / Taboo Romance Teen Author: Mischief&Mayhem, Source: sexstories.com

    DAY 3: __________ 3:19 AM My eyes fluttered slowly open, still heavy with sleep, as two rough hands toyed with my breasts. For a moment, I was disoriented - after all, I was naked, in Eric’s bed, in the dark, and I was being groped shamefully. And then the memories of the night before filled in the holes in my waking mind and I let the tension ease from my body. Yes. Somewhere during our all night fuck-a-thon, Eric and I had moved from Finn’s bed to the floor, to the dresser, and then to his own bed. And the fingers tugging at my already erect pink nipples were my brother’s. I smiled sleepily up at him. “Don’t you have to go to work in a few minutes?” “Yep,” he grinned down at me. “But I’ve got time.” “Not that much-” my words were cut off with a gasp as one of his fingers slid into my cunt. He curled it upwards, letting the tip of his finger press against my G-spot. I trembled beneath him and moaned softly as he leaned down to take one of my nipples in his mouth. Pausing for only a moment, Eric growled seductively in my ear, “Your cunt is already so wet. I wonder how much of that is mine from last night.” I mumbled something incoherent, my eyes screwed shut as I focused on keeping quiet. I’d lost count of how many times he’d cum in me last night - God, he had so much stamina. But just the thought that some of his load was possibly still buried inside my pussy was enough to undo me. I’m such a pervert… It was so taboo, so wrong - especially knowing that we had gone ...
    ... unprotected every single time and that I was fertile. The logical part of my brain kept insisting that I should feel worse about this, that I should feel worried. And yet, I didn’t. I wasn’t. Maybe something really was wrong with me. I should have cared, but I didn’t. The risk of pregnancy, the very indecency of what we were doing only added fuel to the fire building inside me. For the moment, all that mattered was that I wanted him. I wanted to be fucked. Eric’s finger, still inside me, flicked upwards again, and I squirmed, mewling - I could barely contain myself. His tongue traveled from my tits down to my stomach, and I shivered as the cold air of the dorm room met the wet trail left by his tongue. He paused to nip at my hips and I whimpered in response. He was teasing me. Seeming to sense my impatience, he winked at me and then continued down, his hands moving to lift up my legs, giving him better access to my aching slit. I could feel his breath on my clit, and I lifted my hips slightly - encouraging him to taste me. “Ah!” He didn’t. Instead, he blew sharply on my pussy and then turned his head to nibble at the tender places along my thigh - the sensations of both pain and pleasure almost too much to bear. I moaned in a mixture of protest and excitement, my hands moving down to push him away. “Eric, don’t.” He ignored me, batting my hands aside to continue his torturous kisses. As his mouth moved further and further away from the one spot that desperately needed his attention, I ...
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