Author's note: this is the fifth installment in a series. In chronological order:
Backseat Ride: Sitting on Son's Lap
Backseat Ride: Son's Sex Education
Backseat Ride: Fucking Sister / Mom
Backseat: Sister Seduces Brother
Backseat: Sister/Brother First Time
This chapter begins in the middle of the sex scene started in the previous chapter, "Backseat: Sister Seduces Brother". I recommend reading that first, if you haven't already done so. Or not. It's your story now -- read it however you please.
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I opened my thighs wider for my brother, and he buried his face into my musky, sopping wet black pussy hair, tongue fucking me, my heart pounding with delight...
"Oooohhh, fuuuck," I ordered, as his tongue lapped and slid over my dark labia, my hands gripping the hair on his head, gently urging him upwards, demanding "More more MORE!"
He looked over the top of my brown belly, his handsome green eyes crinkled in amusement at the pleasure he was giving his little sister, and kept licking.
"Fuuuuck! Oooh, god, fuck me!"
He kept licking, his tongue now flicking slowly on my clit, teasing me, making my curvy body jolt with each touch on my Button O' Joy, as I had recently... as in, just now... nicknamed that tiny yet vital part of my anatomy.
Naming my clit was part of this weird propensity I have to compose imaginary dirty stories in my head while masturbating or, in this case, finally getting to have sex with my brother, pretending I was narrating those stories to a bunch of imaginary readers. As if anyone could actually get into my head like that -- thankfully not, seeing as how I'm such a slutty girl in my head, my normally demure exterior notwithstanding.
My brother kept flicking his tongue on my clit, causing me to writhe and moan insatiably.
Slightly frustrated at this miscommunication, I said, "Fuck, damn it! As in, fuck me now..."
He looked up at me, startled, having mistaking my repeated 'fuuuucks' as a commentary on his laudable oral skills... rather than a direct order requesting immediate action.
"... with your dick. In my pussy," I elaborated, since he still hadn't complied with my naughty, forbidden birthday wishes. He can be endearingly thick sometimes.
He climbed on top of me, his hard muscular body pressing against my receptive feminine curviness, then kissed me with his soft pillowy lips. It felt sooo good, getting kissed by the man I've been madly in love with since puberty. I slipped my tongue inside and caressed his tongue, letting the kiss linger in a long timeless moment of bliss I didn't want to end.
His stiff thick prick was rubbing against my soaking wet pussy lips, teasing me. I reached down to help guide him inside, but he gently grasped my wrist to stop me.
"I can't, Ciara. You're my sister. That's... wrong."
I kissed him, gently. "Is it, Lucus? Does THIS feel wrong to you?" I helpfully illustrated the flaw in his logic by giving him another lingering kiss while thrusting up with my hips, then gasping when that caused his cockhead to slide against my clit. "Oh. Oh! Keep doing that!"
He obligingly began rubbing the underside of his cockhead against my clit, over and over, while I shuddered and moaned and bucked against him. Wanting him inside me NOW, but rendered momentarily wordless by the lightning bolts of pleasure flashing through my head as he released a deluge of lovely endorphins. Gasping for breath. Loving him. Needing him.
Lucus was breathing hard too, his pupils dilated with lust, the tantalizing smell of his musk and mine flooding the air as his body trembled from wanting my slick wet pussy, while his head said 'no'. "I... I can't risk getting you pregnant, sis. That's... taboo." He stopped teasing my clit, his athletic body frozen in place, his eyes stricken at denying me my birthday wish.
"I took the Pill." I freed my wrist from his hand, and reached between our hot sweaty bodies, grasping his cock and positioning it for entry, but needing consent first before bucking upwards to envelope his hardness.
"Uh... that can still go wrong."
"Will you fucking stop being so timid and considerate?" I reached around and grasped his firm buttocks, and pushed down gently, encouraging him to submit to my lust.
I felt his hard butt muscles tense as he resisted. "Please. I don't want to hurt you, sis. I love you so much."
"It won't hurt that much." I wrapped my arms and legs around him, enveloping him with my soft luscious body, so ripe and inviting, and kissed him to shut up all his fucking objections to the inevitable.
Guys. Thinking they're the ones in charge of choosing a mate because they're all strong and stuff, when at most they have a veto. And usually not even then, since their dicks are reaaally bad at vetoing sex. It's kinda cute, their delusion of being in control, but exasperating on the rare occasions like this when they insist on being gentlemanly, instead of just... manly.
I felt the moment when his body surrendered, consenting, then he tried to gently slide inside me. He looked puzzled at the unexpected resistance. Pushed harder.
I flinched when he broke my hymen. It hurt more than I thought it would.
He stopped pushing, halfway inside me. His eyes went wide when he realized what had happened. "Uh... a virgin? How?"
"When a girl loves a boy very much, and fends off the hordes of horny guys trying to fuck her..." I said, deadpan.
He stared into my eyes, oblivious to the loving sarcasm. "You... you've been waiting... for me?"
I started thrusting my body at his cock, one word per thrust: "Yes! I. Love. You. So. Much." I hugged him tightly to my body, my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist. His stiffness was now fully enveloped by my oh so wet and slutty cunt. I didn't want to ever let him go, gazing into his eyes with adoration. I whispered, "Take me. Fuck me now!"
He began sliding into me, slowly at first, then picking up speed to match the rhythm of my hips rocking up into him and setting the pace. I lifted my right leg up onto his shoulder so I could submit further -- so he could penetrate deeper. I loved the feel of his hot stiffness filling me again and again as my enveloping vagina flooded him with slick liquids to urge him on, my heart hammering with passion and lust for the man I was crazy in love with, gasping for breath. My eyes never left his beautiful black dilated pupils with a sliver of green around the edges, a near total eclipse.
He lifted my other leg to a shoulder, leaving me joyfully submissive at giving him what he wanted -- needed -- bent almost in half with my thick dark thighs pressing against my curvy belly. A lovely contrast to the fair freckled skin on his muscular torso pushing me deeper into the soft mattress with each frantic thrust. I could hear his breathing become ragged with the nearness of another impending orgasm. An astonishingly short refractory period, considering he'd recently cum in my mouth as I knelt for him, swallowing for him, giving him every kinky thing he desired.
"Don't cum! Not yet!"
He considerately slowed down his thrusting. "Don't. Know. If I... can... stop, sis. So. Close," he said, the muscles on his face tight with his struggle to hold off his orgasm.
"Roll over!" I took control, helping flip him onto his back so I was astride him in cowgirl position, his penis still inside me. "Hold still. Don't cum in me. Not yet."
I held him down, my hands pushing down on his shoulders, my body not moving, until his face relaxed and his breathing slowed. I carefully resumed riding his hard shaft, sloooowww teasing strokes. "Yes, baby. Like that. Don't move your hips. Let your sister fuck you." It felt good, being in control of his body and his orgasm, having this strong handsome man submit to my wishes.
All those times riding horses suddenly relevant, the skillful control needed to tame a large semi-wild beast, much stronger than me, that wasn't particularly good at following instructions. Not to mention the lovely slithering of the pommel and horn against one's jeans-clad sticky bits.
I broke this musing to my imaginary audience and leaned forward, so my huge brown breasts with their big dark areolas rubbed and bounced against my brother's excited face.
"Mmmmphhh," he said, nibbling and sucking on a hard dark nipple that looked a lot like my clit, sending delicious tremors through my head, so much pleasure with a delicious leavening of pain from his perhaps overly vigorous bites.
I rode him faster, instructing him: "Nibble softer. Oooohh. That! Yes! Don't stop!"
