My Brother's Girl: Part 2 - Sex Stories

My Brother's Girl: Part 2

... “Wow,” I said. “Yeah, I can definitely see how that would make you angry, Maddie.” “I’m more than angry. I’m furious. And about three seconds away from breaking up with him.” “Wait a sec,” I said. “Don’t make any decisions while you’re this pissed off.” “Oh you don’t even know how pissed off I am,” Maddie shot back. “I planned this all week. I’ve been looking forward to this for days. I’ve been horny all damn day thinking I was finally going to get laid, but no. Your brother decided to leave me hanging. If I had balls, they’d be blue right now.” I couldn’t help myself – I laughed out loud. “It’s not funny!” Maddie said. “I really wanted to get laid tonight and now I’m not going to and I’m angry and frustrated and horny as hell. Pull over.” “Um, what?” “Pull over,” she repeated. She lived on a cul-de-sac in a ritzier part of town; each street was like it’s own little enclave surrounded by woods and greenery. There were lots of wooded areas and back roads that were completely out of view of anyone passing by, and we were passing one of them now. “In there.” “Uh, sure, if you want,” I replied. I figured she was just frustrated and wanted to walk the rest of the way home to let off some steam. That wasn’t what she had in mind, though. I pulled into the little back road, figuring she was going to get out. Instead, she said “Shut the car off.” I looked at her questioningly, but she just repeated “Shut the car off” in a determined tone. I did so. She undid her seatbelt and slid ...

... over to me, running her hand across my chest, reaching for the seat controls. She lowered my seat back with one hand, unbuckled my seatbelt with the other, and straddled me. My eyes went wide and my dick immediately sprang to attention. “Maddie,” I stammered, “what are you doing?” “I’m horny,” she breathed. “I need you to take care of me.” My hands found their way to her waist. I wanted to push her away but found myself pulling her closer. “Maddie,” I whispered as her lips came close enough to mine that they were almost touching. She pulled her loose-fitting t-shirt up and off, ran her hands up my chest, then reached around and untied her bikini top, taking that off too. She ran her fingers through my hair then leaned in against me, pressing her bare breasts against my chest. Her lips brushed my earlobe as she whispered “I’m horny, Dave. I need to get off.” Her hips moved beneath my hands as she ground herself against my bulging hard-on. Her lips grazed my neck, kissing it lightly, then she whispered “get me off, Dave, take care of me like you did last weekend...” My hands, completely on their own, were caressing her bare back, gliding over her silky smooth skin. “I can’t,” I said in a husky voice. “Maddie, I can’t...” “You want me,” she said softly. “Yes,” was my barely audible reply. “You know I want this,” she said. “Yes,” I again replied. “Then give me what I want,” she said softly but firmly, then tugged at my shirt. Despite my better judgment, I raised my arms so she could ...