He lay back on the bed, his head on a pillow,
I started rubbing his flaccid penis. “I want you inside me. I want to be on top. How do I get you hard again?”
“That’ll work. Or more fellatio; either one.”
I sucked him back into my mouth while rubbing the base of his shaft with my fingers and thumb, flicking and sucking on the head, then the shaft. It took three or four minutes, but he was finally erect. I climbed aboard and positioned his dick at my entrance.
“Are you sure you’re lubed enough, Amy?”
I lowered myself fully in one swift stroke. “What do you think? I’m fucking soaked.”
He laughed and started to thrust. I said, “No, Honey. Let me do the work.”
I started to explore. I moved my hips up and down, fucking him into my pussy. I rocked my hips forward and backward and loved how the top of his penis scraped my fully engorged clit. I ground myself into his pubic bone, pushing him even deeper into me and when I rolled my hips in a circle I was rewarded with a jolt of pleasure on each circuit as his dick raked my cervix and G-spot. I gasped each time.
“I love, this, Peter. It’s so nice to just go slow. Do you like it?”
“Oh, hell, yes. I love to see your face. You’re starting to flush. I can tell you’re getting aroused. So am I. This is unreal.”
I ground and ground some more, every once in a while raising myself off him and sliding back down to grind some more. Peter reached up and caressed my tits, rolling my nipples, pinching them, pushing them down into my breast tissue and rotating them. I was getting so fucking horny. I could feel an orgasm starting to build, but rather than coax it, I wanted it to come to me, to force me, in its own time. For now, I was in heaven; I was fucking my brother — my lover — looking at his face as the heat built.
He took his right hand off my left breast and pressed that thumb against my clit, giving me something else to grind on. It was electric. My clit was swollen and burning. My pussy was spasming around his cock. My right nipple was sending electric shocks through my body. I realized I was in full orgasm, a quiet one, one that I was conscious enough to fully feel, to enjoy, even to control.
“You’re cumming, aren’t you. You’re cumming right now!”
“Oh,God! Yes! It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful, Sweetheart. Keep going. I want you to keep going.”
It built suddenly and my body quaked, but I was able to quiet it by simply lifting myself half-an-inch, then went back to the grinding and the quiet orgasm continued. I remember crying out a few times but I have no idea if there were thoughts or words behind them; I was in ecstasy and I needed him to know. I needed to share this with him.
“God, that’s so hot. I love to watch you cum. Keep going. Look into my eyes.”
I did. He was looking at me with encouragement and joy and love.
“Stay in in, Sweetie. You’re gorgeous when you cum.”
I continued to look at him, his eyes, his face, as I rolled my hips and ground my pussy on his dick and my clit on his thumb. I quaked again and controlled it again. A third time. He pinched my left nipple, hard, and without warning I was slammed by a tidal wave of energy. It wasn’t a new orgasm; it was a sudden intensification of the one I’d been in for five minutes. My brain wasn’t shutting down like yesterday; it was expanding. The pleasure wasn’t lust; it was complete, unadulterated love.”
“Oh! My! God! It just got so big! So fucking big! Oh, Peter, I love you so much! So much!”
“Jesus, Amy. Your pussy just flooded; you’re so fucking wet! And so fucking beautiful! I love you.”
I tried to stay in it — the big quiet one — but I couldn’t. The need was just too great. I started to pump him in and out of myself and, withing a few strokes, a massive orgasm took me. I was quivering and limp and would have fallen to the bed if his strong arms hadn’t grabbed me. He pulled my head into his chest and rolled us over and started fucking me with long, powerful strokes. The orgasm intensified yet again, sending shockwaves through me, before it ultimately subsided.
Peter wasn’t done. “I’m sorry Amy; that was too hot. I’m going to cum. Oh, God, I’m cumming again.” I felt his penis start to pulse and I felt his seed splash into me. He was poised above me, a look of total happiness and love in his eyes as he gazed down at me.
After, we rested for a few minutes, both breathing heavily.
“How about if we finish that bottle of wine?”
We each visited the bathroom, poured the wine into a some disposable cups, and returned to bed, him propped with his back against the headboard, me propped against him.
“Peter, you apologized when you came. Please never do that again.”
“I wasn’t sure you were finished.”
“So… You think that has to be the end? I know you’re looking after my needs but, really, don’t pressure yourself. If you cum first, we’ll fuck again in 15 minutes. It’s okay. In fact, I like it when you cum. It’s fun for me, too.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve been thinking that we should have a rule between us. Not sacrosanct law but maybe a guiding principle.”
“I’m listening.”
“You know how disappointing it is to give someone a gift that you think they’ll love only to get a mediocre response? That’s FAR worse than getting a mediocre gift, yourself. On the other hand, if they absolutely love it, they’re reciprocating with the gift of their joy. Right?”
“I agree.”
“Well, we’ve both worked really hard so far to give each other gifts and, so far, we’ve repaid each other by enjoying them. I worked really hard on that blowjob this morning — I had to learn to deep-throat and I had to swallow semen – but I was repaid when you gleefully – selfishly – shot it into my throat.”
“I’m sorry., Amy. I didn’t realize you thought I was selfish. I won’t do it again.”
“NO! You’re not getting it you moron! Your selfishness at that moment was what made the whole thing wonderful for me. Your selfish glee was what made my selfless efforts worthwhile. Without it, I would have just been sucking a dick.”
He laughed out loud; he finally got it. “I understand, now, and I promise you both best effort and wild abandon in everything — sexual or not. Okay?”
“Perfectly.”
We snuggled quietly for a while as we finished our wine. He got up to toss the glasses. When he got back to bed, he kissed me and asked, “Are you ready for bed.?”
“Actually, Honey, I’m still a little horny. I need another cum. Will you go down on me before bed?”
He smiled as I lay back on the bed, legs spread. I accepted his best efforts with wild abandon.
Day 4: Indianapolis to Niagara Falls
We were on the road at 8, and with only eight hours drive time to Niagara Falls, we’d have a long evening to play. We passed through the border at Detroit into Windsor, opting to get off I-90 and onto smaller roads in Canada. For a while we were on ON-401, a divided highway with light traffic. Then, at a tiny town named Woodstock, we turned onto ON-403, an honest-to-God dirt road all the way to Lake Ontario. The road was practically empty; we would go several miles without meeting an oncoming car.
I was daydreaming about the night before and I was getting both a little bit horny and more than a little bit wet. I could see in front of us an old, abandoned gas station — one of those with round–topped pumps– a mile or so in front and, as we got close, I had an evil idea. I slowed and pulled into the parking lot.