Heather and Michael - Sex Stories

Heather and Michael

... her breasts.

After a while, Michael stopped sucking on her breasts and just laid back. Soon, Heather could feel the spurts of cum shooting past her hand. Once again, she got the thrill of power from making a man come.

After Michael had cleaned himself up, Heather moved to get in the sleeping bag. Michael stopped her and whispered, "I owe you, Sis. How about I do you?"

Up to this point, Heather had had a reason for everything intimate that she had done with her brother. The others at the party had forced her to kiss him, let him fondle her breasts and rub his dick. She had snuggled and made out with him because she had been cold and need to get warm to sleep. She had jerked Michael off because he was going to do it anyways and she wanted him to come quickly so she could get to sleep. She had jerked him off him tonight to keep him from staring at her breasts and possibly giving away what they had done. But there was no reason, no excuse for letting him get her off. If she let him do it, it was because she wanted him to. "OK," she whispered back.

She put her nightshirt down on the sleeping bag as a towel and laid down on her back. Michael moved next to her on his knees, but didn't touch her.

"I have never done anything like this," Michael whispered. "You are going to have to tell me what to do."

Heather grabbed his hand and guided it to her pussy.

"With you middle finger," she whispered, "part my pussy lips then start sliding it up and down." Michael did ...

... so. It felt so great to have a man touching her there again.

"Feel that bump?" she whispered. "That is my clit. The right pressure on it is what makes me come. For now, just rub the area between my lips to get me warmed up." Michael slowly slid his finger up and down her slit.

"That is it," moaned Heather quietly. "If you need more lubricant, move your hand down and my hole is making fluid."

Michael kissed her and continued kissing her as he explored her slit with his finger.

"I am ready for the next step," Heather whispered huskily. "Start working your finger around my clit. Don't press on it directly. Instead, rub to either side of it."

Michael did as she said. Heather moaned quietly some more. A warm bliss started spreading from her clit.

"Suck on my beasts while you do that," she whispered.

Michael took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the nipple and then on the breast flesh around it, before switching to the other side. Her body was on fire with pleasure.

Heather had begun panting. "Slide your finger inside of me while putting pressure on my clit with your palm," she whispered. "I am getting close."

Michael slipped his finger inside of her and the fire inside her body grew more intense. She pushed Michael away from her breasts so she could concentrate on the pleasure in her pussy. Heather could feel her orgasm building. She tried to pant as quietly as she could. Michael continued to work her clit as he moved his finger around inside of her. ...