Fucked and Fucked Over - Sex Stories

Fucked and Fucked Over

... and my will to resist crumbled like an ancient wall. I nuzzled into his palm, surrendering to whatever he wanted of me.

His breath came deep as a powerful sigh left his chest. With tentative ease, he drew my lips close to his. For a moment he hesitated, giving me one last chance to resist...

"What if mom comes, down..." I said weakly, clinging to my last hope of stopping what was becoming inevitable.

"Mom hasn't been able to walk those steps in a year, Mia," he responded with a mix of fateful desire and regret. "She isn't coming and you know it."

I felt his body pressing into me and I tasted his breath as his lips brushed mine. "No... Please don't." I whispered just as his kiss swallowed my pleas.

It was then I felt his hands on my body. He was touching me, not as a brother, but as a man longing for release. He caressed me as if he meant to reassure me and taunt me all at the same time.

His tongue glossed my lips, urging them to part. With a fearful sigh. I relented and melted into his embrace, accepting his tongue intimately into my mouth. His kiss was hot and demanding and I felt as though I was going to swoon as I melted into his embrace.

"God, Tommy, what are you doing to me?" I whined when his lips left mine.

"Only giving you what you wanted. Mia." His voice was deep and full of hunger I'd never sensed in him before. His hands were around my waist, holding me so tightly against him I could feel his bulge hot on my belly.

"I never said I ...

... wanted this.."

"Then tell me to stop."

For a moment I tried. My mind screamed the words but they refused to form on my lips. Then the moment passed and my mouth was smothered again by his. Our kisses went from being slow and probing to hot and insistent, stealing my breath away. By the time we parted again, I had no more will to make him stop. "Oh, God, Tommy... Please be gentle with me."

I felt his hand roaming up my back and cool air flowed over my skin as he drew the zipper down behind me.

"I will be, Mia. You're my sister and I love you." His soft voice hypnotized me and calmed my fears as I gave myself away to the bliss it silently offered.

My heart rose into my throat as he removed my dress. His bare chest felt hot under my hands and we kissed passionately as we careened towards something neither of us truly understood. With a flick of his wrist, the hooks at my back suddenly parted and my bra came away in his hands.

Instinctively, I cupped my exposed breasts in my palms and my cheeks reddened hotly as Tommy's gaze fell on my exposed skin. I could see a mixture of wonderment and desire in those deep eyes and I knew I was lost.

"Damn, Mia. I had no idea how beautiful you are."

Gently, he tried to pull my hands from my breasts, but still, I resisted. He must have sensed that my hesitance was more from shyness than shame and he shushed my protests away. "Please, let me see them. They are too beautiful to hide."

Oh, my God, everything I ever believed ...