Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12

... someone-FUCK! I jumped up and held my boobs as I ran to my bedroom and quickly slammed the door behind me just as he was coming in.

I had my back to the door, and realized it was a girl's voice I could hear. After some time I realized it was Trish, the girl from his group project. I heard some muffled talking, a few laughs, then his bedroom door opening. Oh my god was he about to get laid? I felt a weird pang of heat in my stomach. Jealousy? I don't know. I contemplated getting dressed and coming out, but before I could, I heard the front door open and close, then lock. I waited a beat to listen for anyone, and then yelped when my brother knocked on my door.

"Hey, you can come out now, it's just me."

I stopped clutching my chest and turned around, opening my door to see him headed back into the living room. He sat on the couch and then looked over at me.

"Hey-oh... wow."

"You didn't say you were bringing someone, I was... waiting for you."

"Sorry! I- I was returning the flash drive Trish gave me the other day. I had forgotten to take it to her this morning, I didn't expect you to be... You were waiting for me?"

I nodded, and walked over to him. I sat facing him on the couch, grabbed his hands, and pulled him over me as I laid back.

"Please?" I said, arching my back up to him, emphasizing my boobs.

He smiled and leaned down on his elbows. His arms on either side of my shoulders. He took my nipple in his mouth and started to suck immediately, the milk ...

... instantly came.

"Ahhh" I moaned suddenly. He teased me with his tongue and brought his left hand up to play with my free breast, pinching and twisting the nipple. I came immediately, I'd just been so on edge, I could feel myself soaking my panties and I wanted to reach down and shove my hand inside them. But when I moved, I bumped into his arm. I couldn't quite maneuver, and my hips rose off the couch, desperate to grind my pussy against anything. I clutched my hand around the hand that was playing with my boob and I slowly guided it between my legs, placing his fingertips against the wet material of my panties. He let my breast out of his mouth.

"Holy shit..." was all he could say. He rubbed my panties, delicately dragging his fingertips along my covered slit. My hips couldn't keep still as he neared my clit but never touched it. I grabbed his fingers and placed them where I needed, and pressed them down on my clit before bringing my hand to my breast. He danced circles around the sensitive area, and I was getting frustrated.

"Press harder..." I whimpered. He complied. "Harder, please...." he massaged slow firm circles around my clit, and my hips moved with them, trying to keep my clit in contact with the pressure. I massaged my tit, thumbing my nipple while he drank from me, and my hips rose, pushing my slit against his finger tips. I felt the material of my panties push between my lips and I moaned, and then I felt his fingertips teasing along the waistband of my ...