I fucked her brother’s brains out [F]

One second I was lifting my still-dripping pussy off his face, thighs trembling, breath shaky from cumming in his submissive little mouth, and the next, I was crawling back up his body, hips low, tits full and heavy and inviting his touch, the belt of my robe long gone.

My best friend’s brother.

My best friend’s brother.

These are the words that repeated in my head as I mounted him, but instead of quelling my desires, they enhanced them. What the fuck is wrong with me? This was going to be such a fucking mess to sort out.

But I would worry about that later. For now, Cara was still asleep in the next room, and Owen’s cock was bobbing in front of me, his eyes locked onto my body, appraising my tits–wet, heavy, and flushed from arousal. His eyes flicked downward and that back up to my face, as if waiting for permission to look at my pussy again.

I nodded and he made a sound, almost a whimper, as I reached down between us.

“Damn, Owen.” I gave it a stroke, just once. “You’ve been hiding this?”

He made some breathless sound in response, but I wasn’t really asking. I was already lining myself up, already tilting my hips. I didn’t need foreplay. He’d already extracted one round of cum from me, and I was still dripping.

I knew exactly what I wanted now; I wanted to fuck him until he forgot his own name..

When the tip pressed against me, I didn’t rush. I just let him feel it. The wetness. The heat.

I wanted to fuck him so bad, but it was too much fun to watch him squirm.

“Be honest,” I said. “You’ve fantasised about this before, haven’t you?”

His eyes flicked to mine, sheepish. “M–Maybe.”

“Just once or twice?” I asked, lowering myself just the tiniest bit so the head was resting right against my entrance. “Because I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me before. You’re not as subtle as you think.”

His breath hitched. “Fuck, Sarah. Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to fuck, and you happen to be here.” I smiled. “I guess I’m using you. Is that okay?”

I sank down without waiting for an answer.

Slow, steady, deliberate. Inch by inch, I let him fill me, the stretch feeling so good after so long. My mouth opened and I moaned with pleasure, cutting myself off as I realised Cara might hear me and make up to the sight of me fucking her brother.

I bit my lip and placed my hands on his chest for balance, grinding my hips once I was fully seated. His hands flew to my waist, gripping tightly.

“Fuck, Sarah…” he gasped.

“You like that?” I whispered.

“I’ve never…” He swallowed. “You feel amazing.”

I rolled my hips again, slowly, enjoying the way his cock felt inside me. I leaded forward so my tits were right in his face, grabbing a handfull of his hair and whispering. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?.”

And I did.

I shifted into a faster rhythm, bouncing now, skin slapping skin. My tits bounced with every motion, and I leaned forward to give him a better view, knowing full well how it would scramble his brain.

“You like that?” I said, voice breathy.

“Y-yeah–fuck–Sarah–”

“Shhh,” I said, grabbing his wrists and guiding his hands to my tits. “Touch me.”

He squeezed gently, then a little harder when I moaned. I rode him harder in response, chasing that next orgasm.

“I’m close,” I admitted, leaning back, hands planted behind me on his thighs now for leverage. I was grinding down with every bounce, rolling my clit aainst him, fucking myself on his cock like I needed it to breathe. “Fuck, Owen, I’m so close—”

“Me too–”

I stopped instantly. He looked up at me, panicked. “What’s the matter?”

“You don’t get to cum,” I said, voice sharp.

His jaw dropped open. “But–”

“I said,” I leaned in close, my mouth at his ear, “You don’t get to cum.”

He whimpered, pathetic and desperate and filled with need, and within seconds I came hard again, clenching around him, grinding through it, my whole body locking up. My nails dug into his chest, my hair falling forward, everything sticky and hot and filled with the came of shame that makers my pussy convulse hardest.

When I finally slumped forward, gasping, I felt him twitch inside me.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please can I–?”

I sat back up, looked him dead in the eyes, and nodded.

He didn’t last three seconds.

His whole body tensed, back arching, cock pulsing deep inside me as he spilled. I rode him through it, slower now, milking him, watching his face contort with pleasure. When he finally collapsed back onto the couch, spent, I climbed off him slowly, no bothering to cover myself.

“W–where are you going?” he asked, his eyes wide, his voice breathy.

“To bed,” I responded. “Keep it a secret and maybe we can do it again sometimes, okay?”

He nodded wordlessly, and with my pussy full off her brother’s cum, I got into bed with Cara and spooned myself to sleep.