When the Need Strikes - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

When the Need Strikes - Chapter 4

... my pussy, but neither of us were moving…just laying there, completely still, not sure what to do next. Finally, I pulled away, and opened my eyes to see him looking back at me…not in fear, just casually, coolly seeing how I was going to react. I considered running, or pretending nothing had happened, but then I remembered my mantra. It’s only as weird as you make it. Unable to stop myself, I giggled, and practically melted with relaxation as I saw a slow smile spreading over his face as well. “That was hot,” I said frankly, and he just grinned and nodded. Letting go of his dick (reluctantly) I put both my hands on his face and started making out with him again. He put both his hands firmly on my ass—not as good as my pussy, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. We just lay there for ages, macking on each other. It had been so long since I’d had a boyfriend, and everyone kisses differently…I’d missed tasting the new tastes, enjoying the idiosyncrasies. Every now and again, for instance, my brother would nip at my lip slightly as we kissed, which I loved, and soon I was straddling him, one leg on either side of his prostrate body, kissing him passionately, wondering if he could feel the heat emanating from my pussy. And that’s when it happened. That’s when things got weird. I was getting more and more turned on as we made out, and when I’m turned on, I tend to…thrust, slightly, I guess. Well there I was, naked, on top of him, and as I thrusted, my pussy came into contact with ...

... his erection. It felt amazing. It was just the slightest of slight brushes, but it was like a bolt of electricity travelled between our bodies. I gasped with pleasure, and—heaven help me—went to do it again when we both realized what was happening. We were almost fucking. I pulled back in shock, and even my normally-unflappable brother was staring at me, wide-eyed. There was a long silence, and I could tell that this time…we wouldn’t be breaking it with laughter. “I should…” “Yeah.” Nothing more was said as I gathered up my clothes and left for my own bedroom. Up until then, the second week of DeGraves’ challenge had been the trickiest. My hormones had started to take over, I’d started to see everything as sexual, and it had been a genuine struggle to stop my hand from slipping between my legs at night. But that night, as I got back to my own bed, sexually unfulfilled for the first time in weeks, I almost gave up the full four million. All I wanted to do was touch myself, get it out of my system…but since I couldn’t, I just tossed and turned, the image of Craig fucking me running through my mind over and over, getting me far more hot and bothered than I felt comfortable with. * * * Despite getting hardly any sleep, I awoke early the next morning, and immediately knew what I had to do. I had to go in and wake Craig up with a blow-job. Partially, to remove any temptation he might have to touch himself, but more importantly—to ensure that things went back to normal between us. You ...