Punishing the Brats

She shuddered and grimaced as the second orgasm beat down on her body with such intensity it was almost painful. Her canal clenched around her brother’s manhood in spasms, and she screamed out her bliss and joy and release.

And as she saw the backs of her two orgasms, as they faded out, she saw that Nick’s whole body was tensed, and she saw that he was on the verge. She impaled herself on him, ignoring her own hypersensitivity, and she saw the in his face that he didn’t want to finish inside her.

“Come inside me,” she commanded him, holding his mouth in between her finger and thumb and kissing him feverishly, and biting his lip cruelly. “Come inside me, Nick!” She rode him wildly, and saw that he couldn’t hold on any longer.

His stomach crunched, the veins sprung to life over his entire body, and she felt his shaft grow even thicker. It twitched one, then twice, and she watched as her brother climaxed, as he let out a long and loud groan, and as his body shuddered and jolted again and again, firing shot after shot of his hot seed inside her.

“Jesus,” he moaned, shaking his head. “Oh, fuck that felt good.”

“It did,” Sara agreed, slowing down her riding to a stop, and laying her head down beside her brother’s. She was panting and heaving and her body was glistening. “It felt so good to have you come inside me.”

“Oh, Sara, we shouldn’t have done that,” he said between breaths. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as he said it.

“Why not?” she asked quickly, looking at him. “Why not?”

“It’s dangerous,” he replied.

“I don’t care,” she argued defiantly, kissing him fiercely on the lips. “I’m on the pill anyway. I needed you to come inside me. I needed that.” Sara said it and was instantly sure that it was the truth. She had needed it. The two had connected in a way she never dreamed she would ever be able to, and she had to have seen it through right to the very end.

The only end.

“I know,” Nick replied softly. “For me, too. I hope you felt good, Sara.”

“I felt so good,” she answered truthfully. “So, so, so good.” She lay down on his shoulder, and kissed his cheek, and was acutely aware that her brother’s shaft was not softening inside her.

“Sara?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“Will you stay for a few days more? I think it’s obvious there is lots we need to talk about.”

“I will stay,” she said. “But we’ll need to do more than talk, I think.”

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Brobeck Pool Party

By Cheri Verset

I felt like an adult at last! I mean, I was an adult – I had turned 18 a few weeks ago – but it was the first time my parents were treating me like a grown-up. I desperately needed this. Since they were gone for the weekend, leaving the house to me and my stepbrother, I had to show that I could act like a responsible adult.

They didn’t want me to go to college in California like I wanted, so I figured that if I proved to them that I could be trusted they might rethink their position. This meant that even though the weather was gorgeous this weekend and that we had a big in-ground swimming pool, I would throw no parties.

It was a great start too. On Friday night I studied until I fell asleep and my plan for Saturday was to lounge by the pool and work on my tan. After all, if I was to move to California I should look like a California girl. My brother Drake was at his girlfriend’s all day and I was confident there would be no shenanigans.

At least there weren’t until five o’clock.

“Hey, sis! I expected a party or an orgy or something. You know how the Brobeck family always throws the best pool parties. It’s tradition.”

I looked over my shoulder with annoyance. Drake was coming out of the house with a beach bag. Behind him was his girlfriend Kara. She was my age but I didn’t know her that well since she went to another school across town. She was wearing jeans shorts over her bikini and her hair was in a loose bun.

“Hey, Suzette,” she said.

“Hey, Kara. And you,” I said to my brother, my finger pointing in accusation. “You know about my no-hijinks policy.”