Punishing the Brats

“Kiss me,” Sara hissed at him, and she waited as he launched himself back toward her, as their lips met with jolting force.

She pressed her bared body up against his, and felt the hard muscle of his chest and stomach against hers. She couldn’t believe they were actually doing it, but that thought was swept away by the surging tide of passion and lust welling within her.

She rolled him over onto the bed and kissed him fiercely, her hands roaming up and down his chiseled torso, and she could feel the press of his hard and ready manhood.

“Sara,” he gasped in between kisses. She sat up on him, her breasts squishing together as she rested her hands on his chest.

“What?”

“Take my boxers off.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and husky. She began to frantically wiggle the shorts down his legs beneath her. She gasped as his girthy member sprang into view, lined with thick veins like the ones on his arms.

She took in the sight of him, a pressure building both within her heart and her abdomen. He was so fucking sexy. His body was so perfect. His dick looked so, so good.

“Oh, Nick,” she moaned at him, leaning over to kiss him again. The hurry and urgency with which she kissed him, touched him, cupped his balls and squeezed his girth, was something alien to her. Never before had she ever felt such a need, and in such a rush, to make love to another guy.

But with Nick it was different. She sighed and hummed as his hands roamed her body, kneaded her breasts and tweezed her nipples. Each touch of his fingertips felt as if he was shooting electricity through her, and she was desperately ready, both in her mind and in between her legs.

“Make love to me, Nick,” she moaned into his mouth between their mashing kisses. She reached in between her legs and grasped his girth and guided him to her entrance. “Make love to me, Nick,” she moaned again. “Please, please, please—”

Sara moaned loudly as he pushed into her, sliding into her slick, ready sex with ease. She felt hints at pain as his thickness stretched her, but she had never before felt so filled up. It was something amazing, and she shut her eyes tight as they lied still together, connected, for moments.

“O

h, fuck,” she hissed as he began so slide himself out of her. She was certain she could feel every bump of his veins; she was positive that if she was stretched any further it would cross into the realm of pain.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stroking her hair before pulling her back down into a kiss.

“Yes,” she said into his mouth. “Fuck me.” She gently pushed herself down on his sex, and moaned and whimpered as she felt it stretch her, as she felt as though every nerve ending within her was being touched all at once.

Sparks went off inside her, both in her canal and in her mind.

He held her tightly against him in a passionate embrace, kissing her fiercely as he began to fuck her, as he began to thrust with increasing power into her again and again. She moaned and writhed and squirmed on him, the feeling of being fucked by her gifted, gorgeous brother amazing. She had longed for him for so long, lusted after him, spent nights with the shower head thinking just of him, and had been shamed into silence by her understanding of what was right and wrong.

But how could this be wrong? This was what they both wanted. This was some form of love!

And it was beautiful!

She kissed him deeply, moaning and squealing into his mouth as he fucked her harder. She could feel his shaft hardening within her, hear his breathing quickening.

“Nick,” she said, lifting her body up and stroking his face. “Nick, I love you.”

“I love you too, Sara,” he replied, and he held her by the hips as she began to rock herself on his body. She rode him with abandon, and guided one of his hands to her pulsing pearl. He thumbed it vigorously, and with apparent expertise, in smooth and rhythmic circles matched to the tempo of their fucking.

“Oh, Nick!” she cried, squeezing her breasts, pinching and tweezing her own nipples while riding him faster, as fast as she could. She was in another world, a kind of heaven; bliss and joy were coursing through her veins.

She had him! She had her brother! And not only that, but he had her, and he wanted her! It was perfect. It was so, so perfect!

“Nick,” she gasped, hearing the whispers of climax around her, like wisps of smoke slowly encircling and enveloping her body. She felt a pressure inside her, spreading outward from her center. “Oh, shit, Nick! Fuck me! Harder!”

He retook the reigns and began to piston in and out of her. His thumb continued its tantalizing and pleasurable movements, and the two feelings, on her outside and on her inside, coalesced; melded; became one.

She felt the spark within her like it was a trigger, or the wick of a stick of dynamite burning down, and moments later she exploded, crying out in pleasure.

“I’m coming!” she gasped as orgasm broke over her, washed her in bliss and bathed her in ecstasy. She squirmed and writhed and curled her toes, and her body was rigid with passion and sexual fervor.

Sara was driven through her orgasm as Nick continued to thrust powerfully in and out of her, and she never knew one could last so long. Pulses of pleasure radiated through her body, and just when she thought that it was beginning to ebb, a second climactic wave shook her to her core.