Ass sex. It is the most intimate intimacy, I think. The tightest connection between two people. And especially between a brother and a sister...
It was the afternoon of our cousin's wedding night. We'd split the considerable cost of a really nice room on a high floor of this luxury hotel, with sweeping views of Port Jackson and Sydney Harbour Bridge. So here we were, brother and sister, home in our homeland. I hadn't brought my boyfriend and he hadn't brought his wife because — Australia. Ransom money air fare.
And because we were eager to fuck. My brother and me. Just fuck. Fuck and not stop fucking. Like when we were younger, eighteen and nineteen. Only a few years ago, really, but it seemed as distant as Oz these days. It wasn't so easy for us now in America, getting together. Of course, we'd spent our first year there as "roommates with benefits" — as the Yanks like to call it. By which they do not generally mean a brother and sister sharing the rent and the chores and their bodies with each other.
Eventually grad school took Bro to Baltimore and a sexy exotic wife and I fell in love with a gorgeous, sweet boy from Brooklyn Heights who makes me laugh and makes me cum, which is my definition of manhood perfected. I truly love Brian. He must never find out about Scott and me. As for
that
... Stateside, at holidays and the odd long weekend, when the couples get together — maybe a little too much good Australian lager too readily at hand — Bro and I might risk a soul kiss and even masturbate each other, standing up, with our clothes on, which is nice, I love it, but it's also kinda like sneaking around as teenagers all over again.
Anyway, now that we were back home in Oz (but not in our hometown, thank god), we'd been fucking for hours and hours. I was getting ready for the wedding — rather, getting ready to help my cousin get ready, up at her bridal suite. The sex had been
amazing
— it always is with my brother — but I also felt like maybe something was going unsaid between us.
I'd enjoyed a relaxing bath, and I was feeling all warm and soft and sexy. I was rolling up these sheer white thigh-highs, making a show of it for my brother, my ass and my pussy simply aching all over again for his touch. I thought we were done for the day (or, at least, for the afternoon), but —
true love!
— Bro springs this giant erection, watching me start to dress, which I always find so flattering.
"I really want you to fuck my ass," I told him. Just came right out with it. Said it before I was even aware I was saying it. This thing I'd been wanting to say to my brother all day.
"And I really want you to want me to fuck your ass, Sis," Bro replied, grinning. Then he opened the top dresser drawer and produced from it — with a flourish — a tube of lube he'd been keeping in his shaving kit. I licked my lips as I watched my brother slick his big throbbing baton with the magic substance that makes ass-love actually lovely.
I knelt on the bed, my bath-smooth butt raised high above my head, exulting in that feeling of being vulnerable and exposed and waiting for a man to penetrate me. I moaned as my brother eased my pucker open with his slippery thumb, generously lubing my superheated butthole with the bracingly cool gel. I looked back with intense interest at my brother's wobbling bobbing erection, his glans all swollen and purple like a nice juicy plum. Even with all the lube coating it I could see Bro's jizz slit magnified by a clear bead of precum. Incredible, the product always churning in my big brother's big balls! I knew how much semen he'd already squirted that day down my throat and into my pussy and sent splatting across my breasts and my tummy. I could hardly wait to feel more of it being pumped into the depths of my ass!
I wiggled my butt eagerly as Bro removed his thumb and pressed his cockhead against my pucker, nudging open the abyssal ring of my deepmost desire. I was so excited, I was trembling. My heart was pounding, my nipples were extended and firm and pleasurably-painfully brushing the soft cotton top sheet. But I knew I had to relax if I wanted my ass properly fucked. I do yoga and I meditate so I'm pretty good at making my mind go blank when I need to. I cleared my head and then I felt that first delicious pinch of anal penetration as Bro's knob opened my ring and slipped inside.
"Fuck!" I gasped. "You have such a
huge
penis!"
"Is it too big for in there?" Bro asked, anxiously.
"No! I love it! Don't stop! Keep going!"
I respect a hotel that thinks to situate floor-to-ceiling mirrors alongside the bed: I was so appreciating the sight of myself, naked but for thigh-highs, on my knees, chest down, as my handsome brother gently but assuredly began pushing his long thick well-lubed dick up into my ass. Bro's big left hand was grasping my hip,
tight
, compressing my flesh, turning it from pink to white along the edges of his fingers. His big right hand was wrapped around his shaft as he slowly eased it home. I could see his cock moving deeper and deeper into my warm center. We were both groaning and gasping with the overwhelming pleasure of this new and electrifying connection between us. New found land.
The Oz of my ass.
With his cock now about halfway in, Bro let go of his shaft and grabbed my rump, holding it fully in the span of his hands. There are few sensations in this world I lust for more than a man's hands gripping my butt cheeks while he fucks me. But this was something else again! This was my beautiful brother. Fucking my ass for the very first time! Panting, trembling, overjoyed, I raised myself up on my elbows and turned to stare back at my brother, drink in the sight of him: his slim hips, the fine etching of his V-line, the wisps of blondish fur that ran a straight and narrow course from his navel to his groin. He had a look of fierce concentration as he watched his cock going into my ass. He sensed my gaze and glanced to me, locking his eyes to mine.
"I love you so much, Sis," he blurted out, with the most adorable expression of little-boy amazement on his face. "I love everything about you. I want every part of you. I love having your ass."
My ass! My darling brother was at last taking my ass!
His beauty in the golden light of a Sydney summer afternoon, this realization of another enchanting passage in the annals of our incestuous lovemaking, not to mention the stimulation on my butthole by the pulsing rebar my brother had by now jammed all the way into me — it was just too much, and, collapsing forward again onto my chest, I experienced a spontaneous and totally unexpected orgasm.
My brother felt my pussy juices suddenly drench his nutsack. "Oh, fuck," he said, "should we stop?"
"No! Don't you dare!" I somehow managed to shout, between gasps — I was just as surprised as anyone. O's usually don't sneak up on me like that. Not in a long while had it happened — not since the days when I was first figuring out what "masturbation" was. (And why I had to keep doing it, over and over — jilling my little quim every morning, after school, and at bedtime. On a slow day. Rare. Because I dwelt normally in a condition of perpetual sexual delirium. Constantly horny. Mashing my mons against table corners, aching for relief...)
