My Handsome Brother - Sex Stories

My Handsome Brother

... down my throat. With my steady firm grip on his balls dragging his shaft into me, I gag-suck his length down my throat. I'm beginning to taste his pre-cum dripping onto my tongue as he tries to fuck my face deeper. I now know it's time to pull my mouth off his cock.

I nearly blow his mind when I take the tip of my tongue and fuck the tiny hole on the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Meagan,” he mumbles. What are you doing to me?”

He grabs my hair, holding my face in place and throws his head back. I’m certain he’s getting ready to blow, but there's no way I'm going to let him come first. I've wanted this slab of meat for way too long. When, suddenly, I think he’s thinking the same thing. He lifts my chin, looks down at me with my drool flowing down my face, grabs me under the arms, and stands me up without me letting go of his cock.

“Oh, baby sis,” he says hungrily. “It’s your turn.”

I reach behind and undo the first three buttons of my dress. I slide it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

“Holy fuck,” he says, staring at my shaved pussy. “What a gorgeous little body.”

With his finger still under my chin, he walks me the three steps backward to the island counter in the middle of his kitchen and picks me up onto the edge.

He looks into my eyes. “I have to admit, I've been watching you ever since I got home, too. I see you've grown into a perfect body, but I had no idea your breasts would be this firm, standing perfectly pert without a bra. Just ...

... fucking wow.”

He nestles in between my legs and kisses my lips. My face is still slobbery wet. “Damn,” he murmurs. “You're a good kisser.”

He nibbles his way into my neck and I let out a little gasp. He slides his hands down over my now wonderfully hard nipples, then lowers himself onto one knee. Sliding my bum to the edge of the counter, he lashes his tongue up the inside of my thigh, right up to the edge of my thong panty.

“Oh, baby,” he says.

“I seem to have gone from little sis, to ‘oh baby’” I say, laughing as I tilt my head back to enjoy. I arch my spine and he lifts my legs to his shoulders.

“Oh, my God,” he says under his breath as he bites lightly on my entire vagina. “I can smell your intoxicating scent mixed with the soap you washed with this morning. You little vixen, you didn't come for sugar. You came for cock. And, oh baby, you know how to get it.”

He pulls my panties down over my knees and drops them to the floor, then puts his hands under my knees and lifts them into the air, exposing my perfectly waxed glistening wet pussy, where I'm certain there are already forming beads of my liquid heaven. Looking directly into my vagina, he takes his tongue and slowly licks from the crack of my ass, up across my anal bud, up over the little liquid drips sitting on the edge of my opening, and up between my lips and over my clit in one, long, slow, pass.

He goes back to the crack of my ass, flattening his tongue and this time pressing it hard into me. He ...