Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11

... groaned out a weak, "uh-huh".

"It's okay. Don't hold back." I said. And apparently he had very much been holding back, his abs tensed, and he jerked a little, and I couldn't take my eyes off his face as I continued to pump him. Squeezing my tits together as hard as I could and grabbing them tight. He gasped for air and I felt a warm splash hit my chin. Holy fuck, I was making my brother cum! He let out a pained moan and I felt the heat start to run down my neck and another splash hit my chin, followed by another at my throat.

"Yesss, keep going for me." I urged. Another splash burst along my chest and rolled up to my neck. I started to slow down for him as I felt each burst lose reach until I felt the warmth collecting at the top of my cleavage. I looked down finally and saw my chest covered in streaks of white up toward my neck. It looked so hot against my flushed skin. Fuck... I'd missed this. I had definitely not forgotten how much I love to have someone cum on my chest. I released him from my cleavage, grabbed his cock with my right hand and held my boobs together with my left arm as I slowly pumped him and drew out the last of his cum. When he was done I let him go and he rolled his head back for a second and let out a heavy sigh.

I couldn't help collecting some of his cum on my fingers, quickly sucking them clean, and getting a taste of him. Fuck! I'd also missed this part! He was so good. I gathered a little more, sucked my fingers clean, then rubbed what was ...

... left into my skin. And then I remembered something I've fantasized about trying for years now. Not just with him, but in general. I held my breast, brought my nipple to my lips and sucked myself clean. I got to taste him mixed with my milk, and while the taste was a little weird, the thrill of doing it was intoxicating.

"Jesus..." I heard, and snapped out of it. Realizing he'd been watching me the whole time. I sat on my knees with my hands between my legs. Slightly embarrassed.

"Did I do okay?" I asked him innocently.

He laughed incredulously. "Are you joking? That was fucking amazing... you didn't have to do that, you know? But... oh my god, thank you."

I put my hand on his knee. "You're welcome! And... I know. I really wanted to though. You looked like you needed it. And I've lost count of the amount of times you've made me cum already, so... I figured it was the least I could do." I leaned down a little and kissed his knee, causing him to jerk slightly, and making me jump a little.

"Sorry", he laughed, "little sensitive still."

I smiled and stood up. Enjoying the way my skin felt cool where he'd covered me. "I'm gonna go clean up." I plainly said, before collecting my shirt and phone, and making my way to my bathroom. My panties were, once again, thoroughly saturated. I took a quick shower, cleaning off the evidence of what had just transpired, expressed the rest of what I could from my breasts, and rubbed my clit to one last quick orgasm. I did my skin ...