Chris' Gift - Sex Stories

Chris' Gift

... when he started kissing her neck and ear. If it had been her fiancé doing this to her, she’d have probably melted into a puddle by now, but with her brother, it was almost a chore. When a couple of minutes passed and there didn’t seem to be an end in sight, she finally started losing her patience.

“Are you going to be done anytime soon?” She asked him flatly.

“Why?” Chris whispered into her ear. “Aren’t you liking this?”

“Honestly, it’s kinda annoying,” she admitted. “You said you were going to prove yourself. All you’re doing is grabbing my tits and sucking my neck. This isn’t proving anything, Chris.”

“Alright, here’s some proof,” he began. “You love all of this. Every time I touch you it turns you on more and more.”

Christine let out a little gasp as Chris continued kneading her breasts. While it definitely wasn’t due to Chris’ so-called gift, she had to admit that what he was doing felt good. Actually, it felt really good. Chris nibbled her ear, eliciting a moan from his sister’s lips.

Soon, Christine’s sighs and moans began melting together. She was practically purring as her brother worked her tits. She found herself letting out a little moan as Chris kissed her earlobe and flicked her nipples. She groaned as he trailed his kisses down her neck. She knew from how hard he was kissing that he was leaving marks, but she really didn’t care. All she knew was this was the hottest she’d ever been, and she didn’t want it to stop.

While Chris’ left hand ...

... continued caressing her breasts and his lips kept leaving marks along her neck and collarbone, Christine felt her brother’s right-hand slip under the waistband of her jeans, making its way to her sopping pussy. Chris drew a finger along her slit and Christine let out a long, low moan.

“I see someone keeps their pussy shaved,” Chris groaned into her ear, as he slid his hand over her mound.

“I, ugh, Geoff likes it,” Christine barely gurgled out between moans. Chris started working her wetness, stroking her clit again and again as she began almost involuntarily grinding her ass against her brother’s hard cock.

“I like it too,” Chris admitted before slipping his hand out from under her panties. Christine let out a frustrated grunt as Chris placed his hands on her hips. With a slight twist, he spun her around to face him. Christine was physically swaying as she heaved in each breath. Her eyes met Chris’.

“That wasn’t even enough proof for you,” he grinned. “You want more, and even though you don’t believe I have a gift, you’re going to make me prove my powers to you again so you can get more, aren’t you?”

Christine smiled. “You, you know it,” she breathed in response. “Show me what you’ve got.” Even if Chris was making up this whole story, she decided, at least it would give her justification to get his hands back on her body.

Chris moved in close, whispering in her ear. “You know it’s wrong, but you need my touch. So, let’s see how you taste. Get out of those jeans ...