“I don’t know what to say, Honey. Words aren’t sufficient.”
Did she just call me “Honey”?
“I’m glad you’re okay. And did you just call me ‘Honey?”
She giggled. “‘Bro’ just doesn’t seem to work at a time like this.”
I smiled. “I suppose not.”
I added, “I really like it, hearing you say that. Thanks.”
She put her arms around my neck. “Well, Honey, if we go some more, can you cum?”
“Yes, but can YOU go more? That looked pretty intense.”
“You have no idea. I’m down a little bit now. I want to make you cum. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Without further delay, I lay her back down and fucked her for MY pleasure — fast, strong strokes. Her pussy was soaked, hot, tight. She put her feet on the bed beside me and thrust herself back at me, rolling her hips so that every new thrust was hit a new spot in her pussy. She arched her back so that my dick was grazing her cervix and G-spot.
“Oh, God, that feels so good. Yes! Fuck me hard. Use my body. Use my pussy. Make yourself cum inside me.”
I saw her face convulse as a new orgasm started and I felt my balls starting to boil. “I’m going to cum. I’m almost there, Amy. Oh, fuck! I’m cumming.”
I buried myself to the balls and shot jet after jet into her as her pussy squeezed my dick It was like I was being milked. It seemed like it would never end.
“I can feel your cock pumping! I can feel the spurts! Oh, God, this is amazing!”
My dick finally stopped convulsing and I was about to pull out but I could see she was still shuddering, still in orgasm, so I went back to gentle stroking to try give her whatever chance she had to finish. But I was softening quickly and had little choice but to pull my no-longer-virgin penis out of her no-longer-virgin vagina. I flopped down next to her, exhausted and satiated.
Day 3: Tulsa to Indianapolis
We slept the sleep of the dead that night, our bodies tangled together, both of smelling of sex.
I’d never paid that much attention to sex before — I was aware of it but it wasn’t a priority – but now that I knew what I’d been missing, I craved it. I craved it with HIM. I’d heard so many things about selfish boys and brutish men but Peter had been generous and loving. I could fall in love with him — not because of the sex but because it was clear what kind of man he was becoming.
But my god! The sex! That one orgasm was mind-bending; it taught me what physical love could be when truly felt. It was like I’d plugged my brain into a light socket that discharged pleasure instead of electricity. Every nerve was firing everywhere all at once (note to self: that would be great movie title!). No part of my body was under my control, including my brain.
We got up at 7 and were on the road by 8:30, after showering and a quick breakfast. We drove 9 1/2 hours, with an hour for lunch and gas, getting us to southwest Indianapolis at 7:30 pm. We checked into a Hampton Inn that had a room with a single king-sized bed.
We were done with the pretense; we were both absolutely sure what our sleeping arrangements would be for the rest of the trip. We were no longer just brother and sister who stumbled into a night of inadvertent, guilty sex; we were willing, eager lovers, eyes wide open, who wanted to continue what we’d started.
We had two slack days built into the schedule, so we decided that day to go to Niagara Falls even though we could finish the trip the next day. We wanted a night together where we didn’t start already tired; where we could check out a little late and still reach our destination. We also decided to tone it down just a bit; we were both getting a little sore!
We dressed up that evening and found a table at a nice Brazilian grill. Whether he was oblivious to our ages or just didn’t care, our server asked if we wanted to see the wine list. It was a relative no brainer to nonchalantly say “Yes, please.” We enjoyed our steaks with a nice Cab but I enjoyed the company more than I’d enjoyed the sex the night before. It was my first real clue that I might be falling in love with my brother.
We had flan for dessert and recorked the last half of the wine to take with us. We arrived in our room shortly after 10. We undressed each other slowly, taking our time as we’d promised, only to find that doing so actually increased the heat in the room. By the time he got to my bra my nipples were fully erect. By the time I got to his shorts, I had to pull the waistband out a long way to not snag is penis. My panties were soaked when they hit the floor.
For two days Peter had been exploring my needs, my desires. I needed to emulate him and I knew something he might enjoy. I sunk to my knees and ran my tongue around the head of his dick, then took him into my mouth as far as I could, stroking the shaft with my tongue as I went. With about two inches left, the end of his dick hit my tonsils and I gagged a little, mostly because it wasn’t ready for it. I backed off to the tip again, flicked his frenulum and, again, took his length.
When he hit the back of my throat, I expected it and I didn’t gag. I was able to hold him there for a few seconds. I noticed that he was an inch deeper than before and I was determined to take his entire length.
“Amy, that’s so nice.”
Back and forth, three four, five times, each a fraction of an inch deeper, my throat slowly relaxing as it became accustomed to the intrusion and, finally, I felt his pubic bone pressed firmly against my lips, this dick twitching two inches down my throat.
“Oh, holy fuck, Amy. Oh, my God, that feels so good.”
I loved to hear that; loved to know that I was pleasing him, that I was giving him this pleasure. Back and forth, deep, flicking, rolling, sucking the head, then deep, holding him there as long as I could. It may have been my imagination, but I felt his dick start to swell and get even harder than it had been.
“I’m almost there. I’m going to cum any second. Oh, Jesus, here it is! I’m cumming. I’m cuming NOW!”
Instead of backing away, I buried my face into his pubes as he pumped his seed into my throat.
“Amy! Oh, fuck! Oh, God!”
I couldn’t handle more than the first few spurts — I was starting to gag again – so I backed off, keeping the tip in my mouth and drank his jizz while I furiously stroked him with my hand. It was thick and sweet and nutty. It coated the entire inside of my mouth and tongue. I can’t exactly say I liked the taste but it was okay and I knew that this was giving him pleasure; that simple fact was the only thing that mattered. After six or seven spurts he was slowing down so I sucked on the end of his dick like it was a straw, drawing out as much as I could.
He’s stopped oozing and pulled my head away. ‘It’s too much.” Dropping to his knees in front of me, he kissed me, gently, sincerely. He moved back a few inches and said, “No one’s ever done that for me before. Thank you.”
“No one’s ever loved you as much as I do.”
He stood up and pulled me up with him. He turned toward the bed, obviously meaning it was my turn but I wanted something else. “Lie, down, Peter. I want to try something.”