Sister sucking brothers dick

It was a wet Tuesday at about two in the morning when Molly snuck into the house, blind drunk and reeling on nearly every step she took. She was coming up the stairs, her footfalls loud enough to wake her stepbrother, James, who’d been asleep in his bedroom at the end of the narrow corridor upstairs. And if he were up, then that would mean their parents were most likely up as well, given their own bedroom was just behind the first door on your right.

‘No,’ James thought wearily. ‘It’ll take a parade marching down the street to wake them up. And maybe a cannon blast at the end of it.’

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. In a few moments, Molly would sway into his room, he knew. She always did; always had done for the past three months since it all began. And even though he was disgusted by what they had been doing to one another’s bodies, inside the privacy of his bedroom, and in the dead of night, in all that time, his cock still swelled in anticipation.

“We’d only been smooching. . . you know, exploring each other’s body, Jamie, chill out. It won’t happen again, I promise.” She’d said the next morning, after the first time it happened. But by week number two, they’d gone beyond exploring and by then had just begun tunneling. And by week number four, James had flooded that tunnel more than a couple of times that night.

When his sister staggered into his room, James barely glanced at the door.

“Hey shexy,” Molly slurred, advancing. And then she was on his bed, kissing him as casually as if they’d been long-time lovers. And in some weird, twisted, way, James supposed that was exactly what they had become.

He could taste the beer on her tongue, thinking, ‘Just how many had she had tonight?’

She drew one glistening finger between into the kiss. “Here, taste.”

He tasted, the aroma of her sex wafting through his nostrils, reminding him of the carnal bliss that was just at hand. And by now he was doing more than tasting; he was sucking and nibbling, lapping with almost zealous abandon.

Molly had discarded her panties somewhere in the room, eager for yet another drunk sex with her brother; James suspected they were by the foot of his bed, where he always found them the following morning. Down between her legs, he knew she was neatly shaven and in his mind’s eye, the picture of her bald pussy left him overly excited. So much so that when Molly’s cute little dress fell to the floor the next second, James’ hands quickly reached up to grope the naked mounds of her breasts.

‘We’re only eighteen, and all of this is just a hormonal phase in both our lives,’ he’d think to himself sometimes, ‘and Molly was just so beautiful besides, and sweet, and smart. . . well, maybe not so smart in doing this. But I’ll be damned if she wasn’t the most passionate lover. Even better than Gracie, and all my other girlfriends.’

And as this thought continued to plague his mind the morning after, James regretted more and more that this perfect girl had ended up becoming his stepsister. He often found himself wishing that she had been some girl he’d met out on the street, or at school, or at the mall. Some girl he could bring home and introduce to mom and dad over dinner.

‘And we wouldn’t have to blame it on the alcohol each time we’d do it—whether in my car, or in my room, hell, even at the beach just after sunset.’

For now, Molly, drunk as she was, continued to have her way. And if James still found it disgusting what they were doing, he realized this wasn’t the case anymore because his sister had just pulled his boxers down to his knees, and had her fingers wrapped delicately around his shaft.

“It’s sho big, Jamie,” she cooed, stroking with such tenderness that he’d come to love so much. “Dosh it grow bigger evvwee night, or ish it because of me?”

“Jesus, Molly,” he grunted. “Just put it in your mouth.”

Molly put it in her mouth, her ruby red lips pressing against his pubes a second later. When the tip of his cock grazed the back of her throat, Molly gagged a little and started in a slow, steady-going motion. The next couple of minutes for James was every bit as euphoric as he’d imagined it would be. Not long thereafter, he felt the earliest sign of an imminent orgasm; a tingling sensation churning at the base of his member. He closed his eyes shut, trying desperately to suppress the stupid urge to go over. But it was no use in the end.

“Fuck. . . I’m gonna cum.”

The warning call sent Molly reeling into panic mood. Quickly, she spat out his cock at once, her fingers squeezing carefully about the stem of his shaft to keep him from ejaculating all over her freckled face.

“All right, Jamie?” She asked half a minute later.

“All right.”

Before mounting her brother, Molly left his cock with a parting kiss. She guided him between her swollen labia with consummate dexterity as she sat comfortably over his crotch. Her walls were incredibly wet, allowing for a sleek penetration; deeper, and deeper, until her pussy was gleefully munching away at his full length.

“Ungh. . . Jamie. . . ish sho big inside me. I wove it.”

Her moans were soft, barely above a whisper, but every bit as erotic as the rest of her. Ever so slightly, she leaned forward, planted her hands on James’ chest, then arched her back and began to rock her hips sensually. Soon, the only sound that carried across the dim room was the squelching noise of their incestuous love making.

Her perfect breasts jiggled and swayed, bouncing in tune with her movements. It was all James could do from reaching up and fondling them, instead he contented himself with just looking at them. He could look at them bounce all night, he soon decided. Full and firm, and tipped with rosy pink nipples, they were just the right size.

“You wyke what you see?”

In lieu of a response, James craned his neck a little ways off the mattress, bringing his mouth over one stiff nub when he suddenly became aware of his sister’s scent under the pungent smell of alcohol. It was her perfume and a faint concoction of arousal and perspiration. James inhaled deeply the second time, feeling almost light-headed at the instant.

“Jamie, easy,” she whimpered as his lips closed around her nipple, giving it a gentle suck, “you know I’m overly sensitive.”

He knew all right, still, he persisted. And at the height of such delightful sensation just at the tip of her breast, Molly froze for more than a few seconds. Along his shaft, James could feel a series of mild contractions racing up and down his sister’s tight canal. It was only a tiny orgasm; a prelude to what was yet to come. That was when Molly stopped rocking her hips and got on her knees, her hands placed behind her for support as she leaned back. Plunging her hips down, and up, and then down again, she proceeded with long, rapid pumps. James looked to see that where her breasts had once bounced and jiggled before him, had now been replaced by the magnificent vision of her bald, pink pussy, her moist, swollen labia working along his length like some biological motor.

Two minutes later, Molly lunged forward, pressing their bodies flushed as she continued with forceful and erratic thrusts of her hips. And then came the first rush of orgasm, as heavy as a tidal wave, and it went on to wrack her lithe, athletic body. James could feel her pussy move about his girth like some living thing; as if that living thing was attempting to extract the cum from his balls.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Molly wailed, “I’m cumming, Jamie. I’m cumming.”

While it was near impossible to wake their parents, James realized that the neighbors might hear. And so, he pulled his sister close and rolled her onto her back, his lips sealed tightly over hers in a heated kiss. It was enough to muffle her screams as his cock continued burrowing between her legs. Within moments, another orgasm was trailing after her first, this one just as powerful.

James was close himself when Molly climaxed for a third time and he kept on thrusting; pumping into his sister as hard as he dared. And as if she’d sensed it, Molly quickly held her body tightly against his, her hands clawing at James’ back, her legs locked powerfully around his waist.

“I want it, Jamie,” she panted, “I want it deep inside me—flood my womb with your seed. Please, Jamie, cum inside me.”

At this point, James could do nothing but oblige as his entire body went rigid. He then began filling his sister’s womb with thick, hot sperm, enough that some of it were spilling from the point where their bodies were joined, and forming an obvious pool on the sheets.

“Oh, Jamie,” Molly said softly when they were finished, “you’re such a good stepbrother. I love you.”