It was three nights later and life had returned to semi normal. Semi normal because what is normal for other eighteen, almost nineteen year olds, had become hohum humdrum for me. I woke in the darkness, Matt's warm hand covering my mouth and his breathy whisper in my ear begging me not to scream.
"What are you DOING?" I whispered as loudly as I dared, sitting upright in bed and staring into the gloom of the night at the vague outline of my brother's face.
"I couldn't sleep..."
"So you had to come in here and wake me up too?" I was getting a little pissed at this point.
"Well...it's just...I'm uhhh...really horny Sis." He stammered. "And I thought maybe you might be too."
He was right about that. It had been over 48 hours since we'd been able to get next door for fun and relief and I was feeling the need too. I'd masturbated as often (and quietly) as I could but what I really wanted was eaten...and fucked...and...
"Yeah, you're right, I am," I admitted quietly, reaching to pull him closer to me.
He was already naked and as he climbed into bed with me he murmured that he'd locked my bedroom door. It was a slight risk. On occasion one of my folks might get up at night for a bathroom trip and then would check on us, but better to have to explain a locked door than to be walked in on while fucking my brother. Matt sighed happily when he discovered I was also naked in bed. Sleeping naked was a habit I'd only started recently and was another slightly risky behavior, but often, after masturbating to a big orgasm, I'd fall asleep before I could put my nightshirt on again. Tonight had been one of those nights and my pussy was still feeling a little tender from my earlier attentions. I knew that would make any of Matt's efforts extra special and I pulled him down on top of me begging him to suckle me.
While I could milk myself to relieve the pressure in my breasts, it still left me feeling full and being suckled sexually was something I definitely missed if I didn't have access to the opportunity at least daily. He sucked and nibbled at first one, and then the other teat until both were freely dribbling milk and he was eagerly licking and sucking at my body to clean up the mess he was making. It felt good to have his mouth on my body but I really, REALLY wanted to be suckled and rolled us over so I could be on top. I straddled his pelvis, mashing his hard penis between us and swirling my hips to spread my pussy juice over him. Dangling my heavy breasts over his face I pressed one rigid nipple against his mouth and hissed at him to 'suck it'.
When his mouth engulfed my nipple and he started to suck, I lifted my hips enough so that I could guide his dick into my heat and wetness. As I settled back onto him we both quietly moaned at the renewed pleasure. Mr. R filled me full in a way no one else ever had, and Ali, well, Ali loved me and her fingers and mouth could tease me and please me and make me cum until I screamed, but Matt was my brother, and his cock seemed to be made for me. He filled my cunt like a sword sliding into its sheath, and I could slide it down my throat without feeling as if I was going to choke any second. I was determined that, before I left for college I wanted him in my ass too. It was Mr. R's privilege to break that cherry if he wanted it, I thought, but then...then I wanted my little brother to fuck pound it till we both came.
Those thoughts had me dripping all over Matt with milk and arousal both. I wanted to share my thoughts with him but we didn't dare make too much noise, and I was afraid that if we both got excited thinking about it that we'd forget to be quiet. I knew I would at any rate. I kept biting my lip to keep from telling him to 'suck me harder' and 'bite my titties' and 'fuck me dammit' and other happy noises. I was trying hard not to actually bounce on the bed, just rocking my hips over and around his dick, sliding up till my cunt lips barely kissed the head of his prick, and then sliding all the way back down till I could rock my pelvis and rub my clit hard against him. It allowed him to get in deep but I needed more.
Matt had pretty much emptied my breasts so he pushed me upright. Wedging his thumb between us he began to stroke and rub my clit. Wrapping his other hand around my ass I felt him playing with my cleft, stroking it as his fingers searched for the tight spiral of my anus. My excitement began to climb off the chart. Even though he'd already suckled me thoroughly my nipples were still dripping and oozing milk over his chest and belly. He started thrusting into me so hard I could hear the wet slapping noise when we came together and I was afraid the noise would wake Mom or Dad. And I wanted to cum...I needed to cum...but I was afraid I was going to make some noise.
I put my hand on his chest and Matt stopped, whispering my name in inquiry. I climbed off him and pulled him off the bed. Standing at the side of the bed I bent over the mattress, grabbing a pillow I could bury my face in. Although Matt was taller than me, when I stood on tiptoe and he bent his knees just a little he could slide into me from behind while reaching around with his hand to rub and strum at the throbbing pearl waiting for his attention. It also gave him much easier access to my ass and I could feel a finger probing and pushing to gain access. Burying my face in the pillow I moaned my pleasure when he began to fuck me in earnest. One finger, and then a second was buried in my ass, stretching me while the fingers of his other hand played me like a guitar, rapidly strumming back and forth with his fingers over my clitoris. I no longer cared about potential noise we might make, though I kept my face buried in the pillow. I came again and again, bucking back against Matt, my ass and cunt convulsing around his cock and fingers with my orgasms. Reaching back between my legs I cupped his balls, rolling them between my fingers until I felt them begin to draw up and get hard. Matt was grunting softly now every time he thrust into me and with one final, deep push I felt the hot, wet jets of his own climax filling me.
I hadn't thought until then about how to cover up the evidence of our activities, but evidently Matt had. He dropped to his knees behind me and began licking and sucking as our mingled cum began to drip from me. Thank God I still had my mouth stuffed full of pillow. I came again, so hard my legs nearly gave out and Matt ended up pushing me into bed and spreading me open to finish the job. When he was done he tucked the covers around me, kissed me, whispering, "Thanks Sis, I needed that," before letting himself out and heading back to his room.
It was almost another 48 hours before we were able to get back to Mr. R's. Mom had me busy shopping and packing for moving to the dorm. And Dad had Matt filling out college applications for almost every school they'd visited this summer. But late at night, at least we had each other for relief. The minute I was able to return to what had become my sanctuary I almost flew down the stairs, throwing off clothes as I went and rushing into Aaliyah's arms, meeting her lips with mine. My hands pulled her close, touching her here and there. My tongue reveled in tasting her again, as if it had been years instead of days, since we had seen each other.
I pulled her with me to the couch, kissing Mr. R in passing. He stopped us long enough to wrap his arms around us both, his big hands sliding around our bottoms to feel our arousal and desire for each other. Letting us go I heard him licking his fingers with apparent relish as he settled into a chair to watch. I heard Matt grunt as he landed on the basement floor with a solid thump and then all of my attention returned to my darling Ali. My hand slid between her thighs and I looked up in surprise.
