It's 9:45pm. The sounds of illicit sex echoing in Room 22 can be heard from the outside by those walking by. The bed, with a thumping that sounds steadily melodic, bed springs, in obvious need of WD-40, with moans and grunts filling the air.
There were several other couples from the prom around here as well, but our room seemed to be the focal point.
"Uh yes! Hold your wegs apart!" I was told, as the person above me was plunging my insides. His turgid cock, hitting areas I'd never have had hit in my 31 years on this Earth. "Fuck yes!," He would keep grunting, trying to push my petite, 5'2 110 lb body through the mattress of this room at Red Roof Inn.
The white, floral patterned front button dress I'd worn that night, unbuttoned, but still on my body, my 36C boobs, the freckles on them showcasing their sexiness as they were free from the confines of my bra, my 3" white pumps, both holding onto my little toes by a thread, my tan colored pantyhose, matted with cum stains, runs forming in them down my inner thighs, and a white ring forming around the base of the huge organ, white matter settling on my pubic hair, trying to rearrange my insides had been the theme for the last hour when we left the prom early.
"Unh! Unh!Unh!," I bellowed, my little hands and fingers straining desperately to lock onto his shoulders. "Slow... down!... Oh... yes!," I moaned, as the pumping was consistent. "We.. have....all....night....you... know... he's.... out...of.... town," I said, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
My legs were numb, having been up the entirety of our session almost 2 hours off and on to be exact, missionary position, as he only seems to enjoy. With the drape, partially open, so the deed was seen, but not the faces of the participants, the scene was intense.
Harder and more violent his downward thrusts became, our bodies crashing into each other, like waves on the shore. Over and over, until the words I was awaiting finally pierced my ears. "Ahhh! Ahhh! I cumming!!," managing to break through the chaos were finally said.
His body, shaking above me, as he unloaded his 2nd batch of cum into my waiting canal, holding my legs with his forearms wrapped around my little thighs.
Looking at his face, the sheer concentration and focus, doing to me what no man I'd ever been with had done to me before, I was patiently waiting for this to be over for the time being.
After about a good minute of periodic, one time thrusts, vainly trying get every last drop out of his slowly softening balls, his hips finally ceased. Looking in between the small opening of our bodies, I saw white foam beginning to saturate my manicured, yet lighly hairy, pussy.
Collapsing just to the left of my body, so as not to crush me, his torso and head hit the pillow adjacent my head, face first. Breathing heavily and mumbling into the pillow, "Dang Beck, wow," My little brother was the happiest 18 year old high school Senior that night.
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Now, you might have been thinking," What the fuck?!," at the ending of the intro, so I'm going to explain how this all came to fruition.
My name is Rebecca Morgan. I'm 31 years old and I'm a real estate agent. I'm 5'2 110 lbs, wavy brunette hair, 36C breasts ( Yes, I was blessed, or cursed, with large boobs for my height and weight), I've been told I resemble a younger, Meg Ryan. I live with my current boyfriend about an hour away.
My little brother, Tommy is 18 years old, 5'10 but weighs 270lbs. Yes, he's over weight for his size. He also has Down's Syndrome.
Those of you who don't know what Down's Syndrome entails, I'll briefly explain. DS is a genetic disorder caused when abnormal cell division results in extra genetic material from chromosome 21. Meaning he has an extra chromosome. In Tommys case, his face is a little deformed, as is a result of this disorder. He is a little bit developmentally delayed, but by no means is he retarded. Not in the slightest. He is actually very, very intelligent. He attends "normal" classes, isnt in any special education type classes, he's just, "Weird looking," as he'd say. He talks in a way not "normal" by societal standards.
His main issue has always been others mocking him for his disability. These ignorant kids he attends school with, belittle him, for his appearance, his lack of muscular features and that he's overweight. It really breaks my heart how cruel people can truly be.
Girls avoid him like the plague, and the only friend he has, has the same disorder.
So the relationship my brother and I have, actually was planted, unintentionally, by my mother. I was home making Scott and me dinner when my cell phone buzzed.
"Hey mom!," I said, joyfully hearing her voice. "What's up?"
Sighing, she replied, "Those damn kids at Tommy's school. I've gone to the Principal and he keeps dragging his feet!"
Mom explained to me how Tommy is constantly bullied, mocked, made fun, and just downright humiliated for something beyond his control. She also explained how he comes home from school and locks himself away in his room, not coming out, not watching baseball games with my stepdad. Nothing.
"I'm sorry for what seems like an insurmountable problem right now," I'd said, actively hearing the concern in her voice. I continued, "Let me talk to him, see if I can cheer him up. You know he always talks to me."
Mom continued, "Honey, he misses you; Since you and Scott moved in together, he always asks if he is the reason you left; I always tell him he isnt, but I think he needs to hear it from you, so you can speak for yourself."
Agreeing, mom and I finished our conversation and I told her I'd come by on Thursday to take him out to dinner.
After my conversation, I explained to Scott my plans, and right off the bat, he was combative.
"What the hell Beck, I have a banquet you and I were invited to, from the CEO," he said, clearly upset I had forgotten.
"This is the only time I have, free, as the market has been heating up," I interjected, defensive, yet truly apologetic for my forgetfulness. "But my little brother, has been having a tough time and my mom is at her wits end," I said trying to lessen the argument.
"Besides, Ive been to gatherings before, like the Christmas party, awards banquets, don't you remember?," I retorted, reminding him I've been his arm candy for just about every imporant function at his place of employment.
"But Beck...," He tried saying, as I stood there with the ladel in my hand.
"No, "but Beck", he is my baby brother and I want to spend time with him," I scolded him.
Continuing, I said,"There will be more parties and banquets, my missing one, wont be a matter of life and death."
With the argument subsided, I finished preparing dinner and we ended the evening afterward.
Having a few minutes before bed, I decided to call Tommy, as I had a long day planned, with showings, and a closing I had to be part of.
"Hey there kiddo!," I gleefully said when I heard Tommy's voice. "How's my favorite little brother!"
"I your only little bwother, you dork," He remarked, pointing out that fact. Laughing, I continued, "Well, this dork wants to take her baby brother out to dinner on Thursday night. Wanna go?," I'd queried, already knowing his answer.
"Oooooh how about Mawinnewis westwant?," He inquired, referring to Marinellis Italian restaurant.
"Sounds like a plan," I said. But mentioning, "You do realize it's a dress up place, you know."
Agreeing, we confirmed our date and I went to bed for the night.
