"Ahh... ahn... hmm... o-ohh... ahnn..."
Shit. What was that? I've never felt anything like that. Not even when I touched myself. It was so intense, setting my body on fire with lust.
I felt so feminine, vulnerable, desired... And dirty.
My fingers clawed desperately at the sheet, trying to find a foothold, while my body arched involuntarily. His rough tongue roaming my depths with such hunger, as if he knew every secret, every point that made me lose control. My mind was foggy, floating between pleasure and complete surrender.
The sounds of the bed and my own moans fueled my arousal. How... How could he be so good with his tongue? I felt humiliated by it. I'd been so proud, so confident, only to realize how lousy my ability was.
Was that the difference in experience? I felt myself being pushed to the limit every few seconds, but as if he knew and was teasing me with it, he would stop, driving me crazy for liberation. The eagerness and anticipation making my whole body tingle, not knowing when he would allow me to reach orgasm.
He looked so bad now. So dominant. Even though our position should say otherwise. He was the one serving me. So why did I feel so at his mercy? The unease of being so vulnerable excited me in a way that filled me with shame. My expression was lost between pleasure and embarrassment.
Oh, it was so good that I didn't even notice when my legs wrapped around his head, holding him tightly between them for fear of him escaping. My instincts screamed for release.
"Ahhh... Don't stop... Idiot"
Being pushed to the limit so many times, but unable to cross it, stirred me in an inexplicable way. My heart was pounding with lust, love, desire, anger, humiliation, shame and something else. Something I still didn't know what it was, but I didn't dislike it, feeling a hint of defiance.
And that challenge translated into my hands rudely grabbing his hair, holding him in place, and the tightening of my legs around his head. My pussy quivered with anticipation as his rough tongue stopped me once more.
His shallow breathing and the look he gave me filled me with a dark joy. I couldn't see it, but I knew he was smiling. And that's when I realized.
Submission. What burned in my chest along with the rest was submission. That's what he wanted, and he got it.
Oh, what a bad man he was. Playing with me like that... Intimidating my pussy with his naughty tongue... Oh, so good...
Somehow, realizing this made me shiver in a way... I couldn't even put it into words. Whether it was anticipation, expectation or shame, I didn't know. But I knew one thing for sure.
The sensation of being dominated, of losing control, was strangely exciting, making my pussy tingle in a strange way. A delicious itch dominating inside... Something was coming!
"Ahhhhh~!" Not a second later, an intense orgasm hit me hard. My back arched in a way that made me stand up, holding onto his hair.
It was too much! My whole body shook for a few seconds with a sense of fulfillment.
Falling onto the bed, my foggy mind reached a state of post-orgasm clarity. It made me shiver with anticipation for some reason, but I soon realized why when I regained some sensation. It was him. The roughness of his tongue against my growing sensitivity, drinking my juices so thirstily, making me euphoric.
It was so good. I'd never come like this before. In fact, I'd never squirted like I did now. I had no idea I could do it. But the way I came. And what led to it was something totally new to me. The feeling of being dominated, of not being in control, was something new for me.
My brother was always the reckless one, with no self-control, but I was different. I was always reserved when it came to people, a girl with few friends, focused on doing the things I liked. Keeping control of my life.
But now I've been pushed to the limit by losing that control. And by none other than my reckless brother... It was an incredibly delicious feeling. And speaking of him, there he was, taking my lips again.
"Hmm?" I tilted my head in confusion. The taste was different. It was sweet, and his saliva was a little thicker and stickier. I felt dirty and horny for some reason.
But I soon found out. Leaving a trail of saliva behind, my brother smiled mischievously and said:
"How does it taste?"
"Ahh... Sweet?" I replied, oblivious to the meaning of his words. A moan escaped me when he grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing it lightly.
"Do you like it?"
"Hmm" I agreed. How could I not like it?"
"Good... One more thing we have in common" His voice sounded mischievous as he kissed me again. But I still didn't understand, until it hit me in the middle of the kiss.
It wasn't saliva. That idiot had made me taste myself... And as much as I hated to admit it, I tasted delicious. But I couldn't give him the satisfaction.
Grabbing his hair, I pulled him back, biting his lower lip hard. It wouldn't stay that way. But, to my surprise, he didn't react by looking down at me. His gaze was a mixture of amusement and defiance.
"Don't you like it?" His voice dripped with teasing. But just as I was about to answer, I felt something between my legs, startling me. I finally realized the position we were in. Our original positions had been reversed.
Now I was on the bottom, and he was on top of me like a mountain, ready to deflower me. And that's exactly what he did...
"Wait! - Ahhhh ~ !" I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but I didn't feel any pain when he entered me. Just a slight tremor all over my body. My brain almost turned to mush with shock. It was unlike anything I've ever heard.
Hallucinatory would be the right word. For a moment, my mind was blank, empty. Until a wave of pleasure hit me in the womb, spreading throughout my body. I felt a connection with him that I had never felt before. It was intense, pleasurable, as if we had become one.
Even so, I tried to scold him for being so abrupt, when I regained some clarity. Perhaps he was afraid that I, or he, would hesitate. But as soon as I opened my mouth, he made a point of messing with my head again.
"Ahh... ahn... hmm... o-ohh ~"
My senses were instantly overwhelmed by the intensity with which he was fucking me! It was such a strange sensation. I felt so complete now, and dirty at the same time. The pleasure I felt was completely different from his tongue. It was a guilty pleasure, a naughty, dirty pleasure.
Maybe he was right about one of us hesitating. The guilt hit me hard, bringing a shred of rationality to my mind.
I was having sex with my brother! God, what a dirty girl I am... The thought made my pussy clench around his cock inside me.
Oh, was he feeling the same as me, that guilty, dirty pleasure that made my pussy quiver with excitement? Probably... I could tell just by the way he was taking me. His gaze fixed on mine with a myriad of different emotions.
These emotions only made things more exciting for both of us. That's what his smile said.
Our connection going beyond the physical. Our minds entwined by the pleasure of this dirty union. We were one at that moment.
Silence, our only witness. Or so we thought. Someone was watching through the crack in the door, attracted by the sounds and the raw sexual desire emanating from the room.
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"My God..." The woman watching muttered in shock. How could her boss do something so depraved to his own sister?
But, contrary to what one might expect from someone witnessing such an act. Her breathing was labored, and her dark skin was marked by sweat. She didn't know when, but at some point her hands reached her private parts as she watched her longtime friend's children engage in such a dirty act....
She shouldn't even be there today.