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I’m 21, full figured, kind of tall at 5’8”, with a 38DD chest and a plump that ass that has been said to mesmerize even the gays. And it has. My brother was a stocky kid, even as a child. He grew to be an average “not-exactly-a-jock-not-exactly-a-nerd” teenager. He was three years younger than me, just recently turned 18. Both my mom and dad lived with us, well, that was before I went off to a university about an hour away from home. I wouldn’t have to worry about my parents finding out about my every sexual conquest, which put most of the boys on the football team to shame. They were a fairly happy couple, hardly argued, but always found the time for each other. They enjoyed spending their nights out at some restaurant. Sometimes they got hotel rooms to relive young fantasies. Something I did not care to know as my mother painfully explained the credit card charge on her bill. I was just worried that they might see me on my own sex escapades. Hotel rooms were the perfect for one night stands that were more exciting than I initially thought. My first threesome was in a hotel room, my first lesbian experience. I found pleasure wherever it was had and I loved it. Again I never thought my more than average younger brother would satisfy me on every level. It was truly an accident, but one I’m so happy was made.

It started the summer after my freshmen year. I had come home for the following months, hopefully keeping in touch with those who casted the talent to keep up with me. Even though my mind raged with sexual hormones, I did feel homesick sometimes, and I was genuinely happy to be back home. Both my parents attacked me with their hugs, suffocating me before even entering the house.

“Jace come down and say hi to your sister!” My mom yelled.

Moments later I saw my brother for the first time in what felt like so long. He was shirtless and his hair was lightly damp, letting me know that he just showered. He came close to me. HIs body smelled like so many of the guys I’ve been with. The aroma of the typical bodywash brought me back to when I buried my nose in the shoulders of men who brought me to my climax. A part of me got excited. I was confused as to why, I shoved the thought away, chalking the arousion up to memories.

“Hey little brother,” I said as I held him tight to myself as a loving sister should.

I ruffled his black short cut hair, making him do this pouting face. The color of our hair was mutual, near jet black and straight. Most guys loved holding me by my hair, fucking me to the rhythm of their pulling. Jace’s bracelet got caught in my hair, yanking it as he pulled away. I almost moaned instinctively. I swallowed my sounds of pleasure and let out a fake groan of pain.
“Not even two seconds back home and already you hurt your sister.” Mom said, swatting at his shoulder in tepid fury.
I reached my hand out and got a fistfull of his short hair before pulling it. He winced in pain as he took it.

“There, now we’re even.” I said, leveling the playing field.

“So what do you want to do first now that you’re home for the summer?” My mother asked.

Honestly, at that moment, I just wanted to masturbate. I wanted to feel my smooth thighs and lightly graze the short muff that covered my more than occasionally wet pussy.

“I was thinking I can just settle in for now. You know get back to being ‘At home Julia,’ and out of ‘cramming all night’ Julia.” I lied.

The only thing I crammed was a hard cock down my throat. Which I did almost every night. Fredrick had the longest and thickest cock I had yet. I made it apparent that we were a thing, yet still available to other companionship, which neither of us had a problem with.

“Well we have all summer to go out. Sam, help your daughter bring in her things.” My mom commanded in that suave voice that hypnotized my father.

“Yes dear.” He said, annoyed that Jace isn’t the one helping.

I settled in pretty quickly.


After putting all my things away I quickly went to shower. It wasn’t anything like Sarah’s multiform shower head with a rapid pulse setting, but it gave me a moment to myself and treat myself to a nice welcome home orgasm. I grabbed my towel and underclothes and scampered away into the upstairs bathroom. I started the water and waited for it to get steamy. In the meantime I slowly undressed myself, watching myself in the mirror. Even I loved my body, I pined to touch it randomly. I’d brush my hand against my cunt, I’d give my nipples a quick pinch, especially if I wanted them hard to show off to some cute guy. I had completely disrobed myself, my panties in my hand. I smelled them, the drying juices of my pussy. I was so entranced that I didn’t hear Jace barge in.

“Holy fuck, Julia, I-I’m so sorry!” He shouted.

“Get out you fucking perv!” I screamed over the splashing water.

I saw that his headphones in his ears, which made since, him not hearing the water run. I immediately covered myself, watching him turn away and run. My slim arms were not enough to cover my whole chest. I know for a fact that my big and peach colored nipples stuck out, he must’ve seen them. I went to the door and locked it this time. I went back to feel that the water was nice and hot. I stepped inside and let myself be lathered all over my curvy body. I rushed in cleaning my body and hair. Being so close to being able to touch myself with no worries made my pussy even wetter than it was in the shower. Finally done with washing away all the soap from my lovely soft light skin, I laid down in my tub. The water fell down in small droplets on my stomach and waist. I made this little pathway for the water with my hand, creating this cheap waterfall. I made it so the water would splash down right on my clit. The hot temperature and soft pounding against my sensitive organ made me thrive a little in the tub. I could feel myself throb as i slipped my middle finger into my tight cunt. I tickled my g-spot, diving right into the pleasure of things. I craved a woman’s tongue at that moment. I slipped in my index finger, feeling my entrance tighten against my tiny fingers. Oh God, I missed feeling a beer can thick cock spread my slippery wet lips and splitting me in two. I shoved a third finger in me. When Frederick fucked me I could feel his every inch in me, ripping me apart. My mind wandered back to his beach body and 7 inch rod. I remember the way my fingers wrapped around his shaft, my fingertips barely touching each other after wrapping myself around him. Another wave of pleasure crashed against my cervix, the feelings shooting out of the tips of my fingers and into my bed. I fingered myself faster, moaning as I remembered Sarah’s first time with a girl, me. The way she was shy, yet tongued me with such talent. Her small tongue would dart inside me before licking the length of my pussy, sucking my blushing lips and clit into her hungry mouth. I would hold her head in place and grind against her stiff little wet tongue. I shoved my pinky in my sopping cunt, stretching myself, not nearly as much as Fredrick would. I started moaned, my other hand pinching my tits. My nipples would always get so sensitive after being abused a little. I was knuckle deep into my pussy, my mind flashing back to small tongues and thick, engorged, veiny cocks. I loved being on the pill, feeling them bust inside of me. Bonus points for those who made me suck their cum from their cocks after making a mess of my pussy. It makes me shiver when they make me clean up. I could feel my hand starting to squeeze around my huge tits. I craned my head down and started licking my erect tits. I flicked my spongy tongue against myself while in my mouth, adding on to the flooding joy that I felt between my legs. I moaned with a mouthful of my chest, naturally forcing my fingers to fuck my twat faster. I could feel it, the big rush of an orgasm. My body was starting to go on without me, my muscles tightening, my hand moving faster and faster. I bit down on my succulent breast, keeping myself from shouting to the rooftops about how good my pussy feels. My thumb on its own starting rubbing my little throbbing clit. My cum shot out of me, wetting my already drenched hand. Suddenly I thought about Jace and how maybe he was outside, trying to hear me cum. Then I realized I was thinking about Jace and how hard he would be if he was listening.

‘Why am I thinking about Jace?’ I questioned myself.

My thoughts were returned to my orgasm, the last of it peeking at its high point. My wrist was sore and the tiny drops of water that hit my clitty made me flinch in overwhelming pleasure. So much for getting clean.

Night had come and I had still yet to make a date that would end up in me being bent over some Chevy in the late night. I grabbed my phone, sending enticing messages to whatever guys I had saved in my contacts. I texted Freddie.

*There’s no way you can get a later flight??* I sent, hoping for good news.

I plopped myself on my bed, my hand rubbing itself against my exposed midriff, tugging at my waistband. I looked at my phone, filled with messages of disappointment, telling me they’re all leaving to go back home. My fingers slipped under my pajama pants. I softly rubbed my sensitive bundle of nerves. I jumped when I first grazed acrossed it, still feeling overly stimulated with every tiny brush. I wouldn’t mind a pair of lips wrapping themselves around my little clitty and start sucking until the hours passed. Their face would be dripping in my cum. Again I checked my phone.

*Sry. Family is waiting. At the airport already.* Freddie texted.

I felt more disappointment than I did pleasure. Maybe the mailman is some young stud who took on some shifts for the summer. It was hopeless. I decided that tonight I would sleep. It didn’t even feel worth it, touching myself. With some luck maybe tomorrow will bring me a guy. My desperateness tainted my mind. I started dreaming about Jace. At first he was hugging me, and I don’t know how but I ended up bent over his lap, his fingers between my thighs and his tongue skimming across my ass, occasionally dipping his tongue into my asshole. I woke up, startled and scared but so incredibly wet. I soaked through my pajama pants and had to change. I couldn’t sleep after that.

Jace was a runner. Every morning he’d go out for a jog, taking anywhere between an hour and two hours every morning, then jump in the shower. His routine hadn’t change, and they wouldn’t now. I walked downstairs, craving a bowl of cereal before hitting the town. Both mom and dad were off at work. They wouldn’t be home until 4:00PM. Just like clockwork.

“Hey Jace.” I said, forgetting the incident yesterday.

“Hey Jules,” He said after awkwardly gawking at me.

I had settled into basketball shorts and a shirt that barely covered anything. It was like I wasn’t even thinking this morning. In a haze I had dropped the cereal box. I bent over to pick it up, groaning loudly at the fact I had to bend over. But I didn’t have to. I could have easily kneeled down to pick it up. Something in my mind told me to bend over. I could feel his eyes glancing over my way while he stretched. He couldn’t help it even if he was gay.

‘Ew why am I bending over for my brother.’ I realized.

I straightened up fast, trying to find out where my head was at.

“Why are you still here?” I spat.

A hurt, confused face washed over him.


“Go. Run.” I said, nearly trying to command him.

“I-is this about yesterday?” He asked, forcing me to think of his stare against my bare body.

“What? No, ew. Just leave already. And stop being such a fucking pervert. Find yourself a girlfriend, watch porn. Just stop trying to get off at looking at me.” I snapped, trying to convince myself of the same thing.

He began to turn red and really resentful.

“It wasn’t like that, I’m sorry.” He said before hurrying out the door.

Maybe I was too harsh on him. Maybe I was the one at fault for thinking such sick thoughts. I really need a distraction.

The house was still empty. Breakfast was long and over with and still it felt like time was dragging on forever. I went back upstairs, thinking that a nap might help pass the time if I wasn’t scared pale by way too imaginative nightmares. At the top I saw that Jace left his door open. His hamper was right next to his door. I noticed his shirt half thrown in. That was the shirt he slept in. Would it be so wrong? I mean, it would remind me of someone else, even if it was his.

“Fuck it.” I decided.

I grabbed his shirt and jumped into his bed. His scent mixed in with the smell of the typical man. I had no trouble slipping into my pants, the loose basketball shorts allowed me that quick easy access. It came as no surprise feeling how wet I was already. I was in for quite the hour.

Time no longer felt like forever. In fact it seemed to speed up along with the glee building in my cunt. It’s a good thing I hadn’t cummed yet. How else was I supposed to explain the mess? Ugh, I had to stop myself against my desires. Just a few more seconds of the ol’ in and out and I would have become a human fountain. I got up, nearly tripping over my shorts were wrapped around my ankles. I quickly remade the bed and threw his shirt back into the hamper. I exited his room, my legs buckling and causing me to lean against the cool wood. I rubbed my lips with my wet fingers. I opened up to see a sticky mess, strains of my own fluid stretch across each of my spread fingers. It was instinct to lick them. I usually lick them off of someone else’s fingers, but the frequent desire to be dirty came every so often when I played with myself. I had to get myself together before Jace got home. I couldn’t gauge myself on how trampy I seemed. My head was still stuck in college, writing down chemistry notes while rubbing the lap of the geeky kid next to me. This isn’t helping. Neither was hearing the front door open. I put on my sleepy face and stumbled down the steps.

“You’re back already?” I asked, as if I hadn’t spent the last 60 minutes worrying about time.

“I had to come back sooner or later.” He said, doing his after jog stretches.

I started to notice my little brother and his body. The way his legs were completely toned, how his arms showed signs of muscle, his torso was still just slim. Though having him wipe his face with the bottom of his shirt, leaving him to be just a body, it left me to realize that if that body had belonged to someone else, they would have opened their eyes to see me on my knees in front of them.

“You smell.” I said, trying to push away any and all sexual thoughts.

“Well that’s usually what happens when you go running for about an hour.” He said with his smart ass voice.

I needed to leave. I walked away and escaped into my room. I had changed into something proactive, slipped some condoms into my purse and made my way towards the door.

“Hey Julia,” Jace went, catching me as I passed by the kitchen.

I turned my head, not really wanting to stop.

“Did you sleep all day?” He asked. I didn’t really feel like telling my younger brother that I spent the morning getting further acquainted with my fingers.

“Yeah I did. Why?” I pretended to wonder.

“Just asking.” He said, removing himself from sight.

With that did and done I walked out, wondering where the seediest man could be found.

I found this rocknroll bar. I went all over town to find the perfect place where there would be a man waiting to meet me. I walked in and already I got excited.

“Perfect.” I said to myself, looking at all the candidates.

I made my way towards the bar. There was a guy, mid 20’s, lonely, spaced out on whatever game was playing.

“What’s got you feeling so down?” I asked, scooting my chair closer to his.
He turned my way, giving me that quick up and down look.
I couldn’t remember for the life of me of how we got into the men’s bathroom. One moment I was checking him out at the bar, the next he had his hands on my face, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t mind it. In fact I wanted more of him in my mouth. I fumbled around his waistband, tugging at it. Gladly he understood. One of his hands slide down my face, over my neck, atop of my breast, squeezing them quickly, above my stomach and finally onto his belt. He grabbed my hand, putting it on his cock. It was a well sized thick member, sizing in at around six inches. I’ve had plenty of fun with six inches. I giggled at his touch, making him twitch. Without thinking I kneeled down in front of him. My eyes shot upward, seeing him already throw his head back. The tip of his cock entered my mouth, pursing my lips around his sensitive rod. I flicked my tongue over the hole, shooting a wave of pleasure into his body. It intensified as I promptly slid more of his dick into my mouth. Lucky for me, he pulled out everything he could. While my throat was being used I took the moment to stick out my tongue and drag it against his balls.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” He moaned.

His hands were on my head, softly moving with the sway of my head.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, ohhhhhhh.” He went on, surprisingly.

There wasn’t much of a warning. My inner whore kicked in and slipped him out of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, mouth wide open, and offered my hole to his cum. My hands picked up speed, jerking him vigorously. Like a gun he shot of lines and lines of cum into me, some of it on me. My top lip was certainly drenched, my cheeks slightly topped with sperm. Best of all, his thick man juice filled up my mouth indefinitely. He looked down on me, my finger wiping all the extra cum into my smiling mouth. He smiled too, even more so when he saw me swallow his entire load.

“So what do I call you?” I asked curiously.

This slutty bathroom encounter would for sure wander into my mind one night.

“Jace.” He said.

My heart fluttered, or dropped, or twisted.

“No kidding.” I mentioned. I could see I had his interest now.

“Were you thinking about someone else?” He questioned, kind of jealous.

Was I thinking of Jace? Was I turned on to begin with or did hearing his name make me this wet? For the life of me I couldn’t answer those questions. What I did know was that I had a potential fuck waiting for me if I played my cards right.

“Maybe. Does that make you mad? Does it upset you that I was thinking of some other cock cumming down my throat?” I egged on.

I can see the dirty talk made his cock twitch. He started turning red, unsure of what to do. He grabbed me by the hair, shoving my face on his cock. My spit that coated him was getting rubbed all against my face. The dirtiness turned me on.
“Am I upsetting you? I didn’t mean to call you a boring time, it’s just you haven’t showed me a good time.” I said, my moving lips gliding against his cock.

“Shut up and start sucking me.” He commanded of me.

“Oh so demanding. I think I struck a nerve.” I laughed.

He took advantage of the moment. I continued to laugh even as he pulled my hair. He silenced me by shoving his half hard cock into my mouth. My moans sent shivers throughout his body. I could tell he was trying so hard. I sucked hard, knowing his sensitive cock could barely handle the stimulation. I looked up at him, almost challenging him. He saw me try to make a mockery of him. He responded with force, shoving his hardening dick down my throat. It wasn’t long before his entire member was engorged and ready for a fucking. Once hard he stopped holding onto my head and slid his cock from out of my mouth. I was gasping for air, his thrusts weren’t exactly helping me breathe. By my hair, he pulled me back to my feet, forcing me to turn around and have him towards my back.

“What are you gonna do now? Fuck me senseless in a bathroom stall. Nothing new.” I teased, raising my hips and rubbing his cock with my nice round ass.

I suddenly felt his fingers rubbing my cunt. He didn’t stop until his digits were dripping. After so, he ran his fingers down my cunt and up between my spankable cheeks. He made it so all of my ass was as wet as my pussy.

“Go ahead and get it over with, I have 5 minutes to kill.” I egged.

I turned my head to see the anger rise in him. I kept testing him and he could tell what I was doing. I imagined feeling his decent sized cock ram into my pussy, having him fill the void that’s been haunting me ever since the night before I left for home. His cockhead rubbed up and down my lower body, from my clit to on top of my ass. As I was about to make another smartass comment, he shoved his rock hard cock into me. I was shocked, surprised, I yelled out as I felt him split me. I made him so angry and jealous and inferior. He reacted to what I threw his way, and his retaliation was to shove his entire cock up my ass in one thrust.

“Oh fuck, fuck I wasn’t expecting that.” I admitted.

He grabbed me by the hair, reeling me back like some fishing pole.

“Who are you thinking about now huh slut? That’s my cock in your ass. I’m tearing you up in some bathroom, making you a bitch on my cock.” He said confidently.

I played along, finding it not hard to do so. I was thinking of someone else though. Jace was still on my mind. While I didn’t picture his face and body fucking me in a bathroom, I still thought to myself that Jace’s cock was pumping in and out of my ass. It made me feel like I could have all of the good stuff without feeling guilty or bad about it. I could have my cake and eat it too.

“Just you Jace. You feel so good in my ass baby.” I said between moans, not necessarily lying.

He started grunting while he filled my ass with his meat. The tabooness I created in my mind was making me want to cum. I could feel my hand between my thighs. Like I have before coming here, I started rubbing my clit.
“
Oh Jace, help me cum. Help me come my sweet Jace.” I said, coolly.

I wondered how he reacted if I told him the truth. That his cock only turned me on because he had the same name as my brother, the guy I was having mixed feelings before. Would he be disgusted and stop? Would he play along for my benefit. God I wished he would, but I never spoke a word about my hidden fantasies. With his cock in my ass, the idea of Jace, my brother, was becoming more of non-shameful thing to feel. Maybe it was because I was in a horny mental state. Maybe my crave for cock out burned the sinful feeling of wanting my brother to take my body and make it his to do whatever he pleased. I think it was, because now I could picture him. I closed my eyes and pretended that Stranger Jace was now Brother Jace. I imagined my baby brother claiming my ass as his.

“Say that I’m yours. Yours to use.” I found myself begging.

My voice soothed Jace, making him moan at the sound of me begging to be objectified.

“You’re my slut. This ass of yours is mine.” He ended his dirty talk with a swift smack of my ass.
I could feel my ass jiggle as his handmark started to show on my skin.

“Oh yeah Jace. Smack my ass.” I pleaded.

He decided to amuse me, squeezing my ass hard in his hands before striking me again.
I wondered if my brother would be as physical as this Jace was being. Would my baby brother shove his dick up my tight asshole and slap it until I begged him to stop? A part of me wanted it to be as true as anything ever could. At that moment all I could do was fantasize. I went on imagining about my own blood splitting me down my ass.

“Oh Jace. I wanted this for so long. I can’t tell you how bad I needed a big strong man to put me in my place.” I said, seductivity in my voice.

I got my ass smacked more, harder this time. It was starting to sting now and I loved it. I could feel the vibration deep in my ass, feeling it make his cock twitch inside of me. The vibration helped everything, bringing me closer to my orgasm. My hands became a machine now, unable to stop from rubbing my clit.

“Oh Jace, fuck me. Fuck me harder. I-I’m so close to cumming. Come on baby, come on Jace. Show me that you’ve grown into quite the man,” I said, slightly indulging myself into the taboo.

Stranger Jace didn’t really react to it, not questioning the origin of my moaning words. Instead he just quickened his pace, his hips slamming against my sore ass cheeks. I could feel the urge to cum build. I almost fell, nearly passing out at the pleasure. I screamed, not caring if anyone heard. Feeling Jace’s cock deep in my ass while I worked my clit brought me such pleasure. HIs hands had to take a break from spanking the naughty into me and used them to hold me up right. I wanted to collapse, I wanted to thrash around on the floor as my cum gushed out of me. I wanted to ride the waves of climax until the second I felt him deposit another load into my ass. Me cumming helped move things along with him. His moans started to get loud, his thrusts were becoming manic, almost like he was trying to break me from the waist. He was fucking me like a wild animal and my baby brother’s face was all I could see. I wanted to watch him cum in me. I wanted to see the dirty lust in his eyes and he fills his sister’s asshole full of his incestious cum. I would have to settle for Stranger Jace’s cum, and watching a face that isn’t my brother’s while he cummed.

“Mhhhm, that felt a-amazing Jace. Who knew you could do such things,” I moaned.

I slid my hand further down, massaging his balls while he took my ass as ravenously as he pleases. It’s like I could almost feel the churn, getting ready to dump a second load of cum into my body.

“Oh yeah baby,” He said, returning to the action of smacking my ass. “Keep touching me. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.” He explained.

Every time I felt his hand make contact with my redding skin, I gave him a little squeeze. He would moan at that every time I did it.

I wanted his cum already. I wanted to come down from the sex high and ask myself if I really did want Jace’s cock and see if it was a true desire or some cock hungry fevered fantasy. I reached higher on his body. With my thumb and side of my index finger, I grabbed ahold of his cock at the base of it. I did my best to try to jerk him off into my ass. The added pleasure must’ve made something click in him. His fingers dug into my ass and his thrusts became slower and harder.

“F-Fuck, I’m cumming,” He nearly screamed. “Ooooohhhh y-yeah.” He moaned.

I could feel the cum in his cock before shooting in me. My hand gripped him as tight as I could, feeling him twitch before firing off another rope of cum. WIth it being the second time he cums it wasn’t as big as his first load. Uh his first load was so big and thick. He had given me an entire mouthful, having to swallow twice to take it all down. I felt the sticky substance fill my ass, feeling about half a mouthful worth of man juice in me.

Suddenly he became breathless, gasping as he has yet to remove himself from my freshly fucking asshole. His hands were still embedded into the soft skin of my ass. Brother Jace’s hands were always soft. I thought about how our skin would rub against each other, his fingertips slowly grazing my smooth ass. I was lost in thought. Stranger Jace began removing himself, slowly. I felt his wet and warm cock slide out of me with ease. He came out with a soft wet plop. Acting on instincts I returned to my knees. I didn’t even think about it. I went on to cleaning his cock, making his thrash about against the stall wall. I could taste my ass on his cock, along with the salty bitterness of his yummy cum. I gave one good hard suck before dragging it out of my mouth.

“Thank you,” I said, realizing the way he helping me dive into the pervertedness of my own mind. “It was fun fucking a Jace.” I added.

He just smiled at me while I hiked my skirt back up and proceeded to walk out. Everyone stared at me, knowing it was me who was screaming not to long ago. It turned me on, that and feeling fresh cum drip out of my ass and down my legs.

I made it back home and proceeded to shower undisturbed. The hot sticky cum had stained my body, leaving a dry residue on my shapely legs. It was still wet between my ass cheeks. I had fun with that while I stripped down for my hot shower. I didn’t lock the door, hoping Jace might walk in and watch me rub my asshole, possibly entice him into him to explore the female body with his big sister. Sadly he never came in.

It was night, around 7:30. I checked my phone to see a message from my mother.

*Hi sweetie, your father and I are going to catch a movie and have a late dinner. Won’t be home until around Midnight. Make sure you and your brother eat. Love you.*

It was hard not to take this as a sign. My mind continued to battle itself, though I stopped trying to fight it. The only thing holding me back was a moral consciousness. But as a girl who gave a blowjob to whatever frat boy that brought her a drink, I didn’t really care for my moral consciousness.

I walked on towards downstairs, feeling like tv might help take my mind off of things. Then I remembered that my brother is still here, and that this isn’t my dorm room, isolated and would be for hours. Jace was on the tv, flipping through whatever bullshit program popped up. I decided that it had been too long since I had a drink. There were no frat boys to come and make me a drink so I had to do the mixing myself, though I’m sure I made it too strong. Despite the soda I could still smell the stinginess of whiskey in the cup. ‘It’ll make me drunk faster,’ I concluded before taking multiple swigs from it. I sat down on the loveseat across from the couch that Jace laid on. He stopped flipping the channel when some teenage movie came on. It resembled a lot like my days back in college. If only he knew they were that wild, wilder even. I continued to drink, feeling the effects spread through my head and down my body.

“When was the last time we drank together?” I asked, breaking the silence between us.

“I don’t know,” He went on, still focused on the tv. “A little over a year ago.” He answered.
Suddenly I was standing. I walked over and placed my cup on the small coffee table in front of him.

“That’s yours.” I said before leaving to the kitchen to fix myself another drink, a stronger one.

I could tell he was confused, that he stared at me while I walked away, wondering my issue was. I was just glad his eyes were on me, more than likely observing my ass sway back and forth with every step. I mean I am a girl, shouldn’t he be interested in me? Even curiously? I lost my train of thought as I watched the ice cubes drown in the elixir of alcohol. This would for sure make my head spin. Again I drank from my cup, letting the horrible feeling sink down my stomach, burning like the hot cum I swallowed hours before. I made my way back to my seat, pretending to be on my phone while I secretly to see if Jace would notice my body in my loose, low cut half shirt and incredibly short shorts. Those shorts did everyone a justice, barely covering the size of my ass. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“DId you get mom’s text?” I asked.

“Yeah,” He answered, picking up the cup and smelling it.
He made a face, but then shrugged and went on to drink. He winced through the burn.

“Looks like we’re gonna have the house to ourselves,” He said, recovering from the sip he took.

I smiled, knowing that a cup like that full of booze was enough to make anyone tipsy, including my not so bodily dense brother.

The first half an hour we spent just watching the movie, a stupid plot and all the excuses to show girls topless. Hopefully that sparked something in him. With alcohol in my system and being fucked while dreaming of Jace pushed me to try. I’ll never know if it’s him I want unless I have him and feel what it’s like first hand. If it felt more wrong than anything we could always stop and just kiss a little, chalking everything up as a crazy mistake. If it felt like it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, then I would have to seduce him to the point where he knows it wouldn’t be a one time thing. I was dead set on it. I finished my cup, wanting more booze to help me settle my nerves. Again I made my way into the kitchen.

“Want another?” I asked.

I could hear the ice cubes slide around as he pounded back the last of his drink.

“Sure.” He said.

I walked over to the couch. He left the cup on the low table right in front of him. I have never been so happy to be so tall. I bent over, my tits nearly falling out of my shirt, and picked up his cup as slow as I could. I felt him glance my way. I scampered back to the kitchen, feeling the waves of joy I got from knowing my brother cheked out my tits. I poured ourselves a drink and did the same thing putting his cup down. Another glance. I walked in front of him on my way to my seat. A part of me wished I had only worn underwear, but it wasn’t hot enough to use the heat as an excuse to be naked. I continued on drinking, hoping that with enough alcohol in me it would make me do something courageous. Another teen movie played, more shirtless girls, more sex scenes. It was taunting me, showing me a preview of what’s to come.

“Why do you think girls flash their tits for some paycheck from a director?” I questioned.

Jace began to wonder, shuffling through different ideas before spewing whatever noise that come from his mouth.

“Maybe they need the money?” He guessed, naively.

If it was me I’d do the job for free. I could have countless guys stare at my tits and later fantasize about their cocks in between my lovely breasts. Of course I didn’t say that. As far as my family knows I’m just a girl trying to become a veterinarian, not the slut of the dorm.

“Do you think they like it? That attention, that sexual feeling?” I questioned further.

“Maybe. I mean I wouldn’t flash my junk for the fun of it, but maybe it’s different for girls. Would you do it?” He asked me.

I had to stop myself from screaming out hell yeah. I pretended to think, leaving him curious as to my answer.

“I think I would. If it paid enough.” I answered, I lied.

He accepted my answer, believing the little white lie I told. I was starting to feel hot. I didn’t have to feel my pussy to know it was damp, holding back a flood of juices from seeping through my clothes. The heat somehow became more intense, like the room had suddenly turned into an oven. I realized it was because of the liquor, remembering that I get hotter with the more drunk I get. My drinks were strong.

“Let’s play a game.” I suggested.

His attention turned to me. I wish I could look at him while he checked out my body. He kept his cool as he saw me looking at him, not risking a glance.

“Why not,” He said, agreeing. “What game are we playing?” He asked.

I didn’t think that far, the booze being responsible for my sudden outburst.

“Truth or dare.” I answered, acting on instinct.

It was a good idea. It could start off innocently and progress to something out of a movie or porno. Maybe I can persuade him to drink faster. The more of his mind gone, and hormones in charge, the better I’d feel. I was already on board with what I wanted. It would help if his mind was in fuck mode instead of brother mode. All of this was a theory and I prayed it worked.

“So truth or dare?” I asked, kick starting the game.

“Truth.”

“Are you a virgin?” I pressed, maybe too hard.

His face began to turn red. He tried to hide away behind his cup, slowly drinking the contents.

“Yes.” He admitted.

Something in me was suddenly turned on. It wasn’t the horny aspect of myself. There was something pure and caring in me. I wanted to be his first. I wanted to guide him through this experience. The only time I had been a virgin was the first time I had sex. Everyone after that had experience. I was too shy and nervous the first time to really enjoy it. But now I was given the chance to do it all over again, lovingly and softly.

He nearly finished his drink, trying to drown the embarrassment in whiskey.

“Alright, your turn. Truth or dare?” He asked, recovering from the sudden blush attack on his face.

“Dare.” I picked.

“I dare you to take three shots of whiskey straight, one after another.” He dared.

HE was trying to get ME drunk and I loved it. It would make things slightly easier. Maybe he wants to get somewhere and he thinks the only way it’ll happen is if I’m drunk. Maybe he was playing the same game I was. I stood up and went to get the shot glasses and whiskey from the kitchen. I came back and placed everything on the coffee table. I lined up three shot glasses and filled them to the brim with the stingy liquid. I took a deep breath and tried to return back to my college self. That girl could do this easily. But it has been quite awhile since I’ve done shots. Shots of whiskey no less, not even something more doable like vodka. I grabbed the first glass and just jumped in. Before I could swallow I already had my fingers wrapped around the next shot. I managed to take all three, completing my dare. I winched and groaned after finishing, making Jace laugh in amusement. I collected myself, trying to keep focus on what I was doing. My head was starting to get fuzzy. It was my turn.

“Ok, I did it. Now you. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Truth.”

He was avoiding the dare, and that’s what I needed from him.

“You’re such a wuss,” I told him. “What’s the furthest you’ve gone, first, second, third, or fourth base?” I asked, getting my revenge by making him feel more embarrassed.

Again he turned red, finishing what little there was left in his cup. He locked his jaw and watched me intently.

“I almost got to second base.” He said, revealing more about his sexual history.

“Almost? How do you almost get to second base?” I interrogated him.

“Well we were making out and right as I was about to slide my hand up her shirt we heard her parents come in.” He explained.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He stood up and went to grab the soda from the fridge. He wanted to drink some more, which is a good sign. I stopped laughing by the time he came back. It was then When I felt another surge of heat. I fanned myself with my shirt, trying to find some cooling comfort. Jace watched me, paying little attention to his pour of whiskey, dousing the cup in the drink. I pulled down on my shirt a little as I fanned myself, revealing even more of my black lacey bra. His mind suddenly snapped back to his drink, collecting himself as he mixed the cola with the alcohol.

“Ok,” He said, still feeling red. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I picked.

He stared at me. It felt like forever, but in reality it was probably only like 10 seconds, but he kept on staring at me. It wasn’t sexually which frustrated me a little, but more like as if he was looking for something.

“DId you masturbate in my room earlier?” He asked me out of nowhere.

My heart stopped. I could feel the vital organ sink into the deepest pits of my stomach. If I wasn’t sweating before I definitely was now. How did he know? I couldn’t read his face. I didn’t know if he wanted to know the truth or wanted to hear me say yes. I don’t know where his mind was. I felt frozen stiff, I couldn’t even take a drink, my arms didn’t work anymore. I let the silence go on for too long. Deciding it was best, and that maybe it would help, I told him the truth.

“Yes,” I whispered. It was subtle but I caught the smile that was growing on his face. “How did you know?” I questioned him.

“I came back home and saw that my door was completely closed and my shirt IN the hamper, not on it. No one else was home so it had to be you. I figured you went into my room for something. Then I smelled something different. I know what sex smells like, I know what a woman smells like. I had a hunch. You just confirmed it.” He deducted.

I was dumbfounded.

‘So stupid,’ it thought to myself, ‘I knew I shouldn’t have done that.’

It was my turn to have my face go red. My pale skin didn’t help. I could feel my cheeks burn. They burned worse than my stomach and throat did after taking those shots. There was no turning back now. I had been made. I could only push forward from here.

“How do you know what a woman smells like, what sex smells like? You’re a virgin.” I argued.

“I have friends who have sex. They also don’t wash their sheets before I go over their house to hang out. It doesn’t take long for them to go on about how they fucked the living hell out of their girlfriends right before I came. Or so they say and make it seem like.” He went on to clarify.

This morning when he asked me if I slept all day, it was just him trying to figure out if I had been in his room or not. So far he hadn’t flipped out, in fact he seemed happy at the fact. It could always be at the fact that he was right and caught me in a lie. There is a chance that his smile is not from the image of my naked body in his bed. This was escalating quicker than I had expected. I don’t really know what I expected. I just let things happen, without thought or concern for a plan. I either dug myself a hole in which I’d be labeled as some sort of freak, or everything was playing out in my favor. I could feel my heart pound. I didn’t say anything for awhile, my body resorting to drink to try to get away from the embarrassment. Then it came to me. That’s what we’ve been doing to each other. Embarrass one another. I knew exactly what to do.

“So I masturbated on your bed. Big whoop. I do it all the time.” I said, trying to play it off.

He gave me a casual shrug, hiding away his smugness.

“Pick,” I said, hoping it’s dare this time.

Life worked in my favor.

“Dare.” He said, trying to win at this game.

He had no idea what I had in mind. This would definitely light a fire under them, pushing forward on her desires to be the one who beds him for his very first time. I kept quiet, letting the anticipation build within his mind. I bit my lip, cutting him a devious look. He tried not to look scared. We had been sitting down on the floor, abandoning our seats to get closer to the table where our drinks laid. I turned my body around, giving most of my back to Jace. I turned my head back to him, staring him down.

“I dare you to come here and take off my bra.” I dared him.

His smile faded away. His skin returned to the shy red he had moments before his little personal victory. He couldn’t believe what I had just asked him. Not only has he seen my tits and how perky and large they are, he’s never undone a bra before in his life. It was the perfect setup to get him to touch me and set the mood to be more sexual.

“No, that’s weird. I won’t do it.” He complained.

I gave him a fake pouty face, making my voice sound as innocent as I could.

“What’s wrong? You’re not man enough to take off a girl’s bra? Are you scared of doing it?” I teased.

I could see the lump in his throat form. I wanted to see if he had another lump somewhere on that body but I couldn’t see.

“No it’s not that,” He started.

“Then what is it Jace?” I cut in.

I sensed him trying to man up and do what he hasn’t done before. I wanted to be more careful and loving than this. I had imagined myself beside him on a bed. We would be kissing and then I would take off my bra and tell him it’s ok to do whatever he wanted to them. But I would have to settle for this. It aroused me.

“Fine,” He spat, “I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget to take off my shirt first.” I added, giving him a wicked smile.

It added towards his anger. Slowly he moved his body closer to mine. The wait had made me get a little wetter than I already was. I was excited to feel his touch on me. I wanted the pleasure of having my bra removed from my body. Not to mention it would help with the blazing heat that I felt. Finally he had arrived right behind me. Even with his hands off my body I could feel him shake. He was nervous. It was kind of cute to me. I felt his fingertips grip the bottom of my shirt. Slowly he lifted the loose fabric up. I raised my hands in the air, helping him disrobe me of my shirt. After laying down the shirt beside me, I turned my head to see him. He was so close. I could see the sweat forming on his skin as he gave me an angry glare for making him do this.

“No pressure Jace.” I said, pushing him.

I suddenly felt his cold and clammy fingers on my back. He slipped his index finger under my bra and lifted it from my skin. I could feel him tug on it, trying to wrestle it free. Besides being seductively lacey, It also had a trick clasp. He struggled more and more as the seconds ticked away. I could hear him grunt under his breath. It turned me on knowing how manipulative and evil I was being. He finally freed a hook from its loop.

“Almost there,” I said, softly encouraging him.

My breasts were fumbling out of their place. The tugs and jerks of my bra made them jiggle. They felt more free as I felt the looseness of one of the hooks. Soon they would be free to move around under my tight shirt. I still haven’t found a legit reason to jump up and down. I wanted to display my lovelies any way I could. I love my breasts. And my ass. I love my whole body. I was hoping that Jace would take a moment to look at me, to see the curviness of my midsection, the soft clearness of my back. My voluptuous tits hang from my chest. I almost wanted to tell him to make a move. Instead, he unhooked what remained of the tricky clasp. My bra fell from my chest, falling into my lap. I grabbed it and spun it around the air before letting it fly away somewhere in the house. Jace started to shuffle back to his seat, trying his hardest not to enjoy the events that art unfolding in front of him. He didn’t want to enjoy the fact that he undid a bra which housed an amazing set of breasts. He swallowed his awkwardness down, chasing it with more alcohol. I crossed my arms across my chest, covering as much of my nipples as I could. I turned my body back around, facing my extremely red brother. I smiled as he tried to look away. His attempts were met with failure.

“Now you can say you’ve undone a bra.” I said.

I found my shirt. I put it back on, trying to remain a tease and cover the best bits of me.

“That’s not exactly how I pictured it going down.” He said, the nervousness shaking in his voice.

I went back to fannying myself with my shirt. It was revealing enough when I left it alone. But when I fanned it, enough was of it was being pulled to give a good look of my tits. I kept my eyes on him, trying to entice him. to get him to play along with this game. I tried pulling on my shirt harder. I pretended to close my eyes.

“I thought taking my bra off would help but I’m still so hot,” I moaned.

I threw my head back. I could imagine him craning his neck to get a better view of my bare chest. My big peachy nipples felt hard. I couldn’t exactly feel for myself while being subtle. Knowing how much they covered my actual breast, I knew Jace could see them. Maybe he was hard by now. Hopefully he was. Maybe his mind told his body that he wanted a female body so bad that it didn’t matter if it was his sister’s. Now I had to think of a plan to take of my shorts. There’s only so much I can take off before having to outright say that I wanted to have sex with him. Maybe if he wasn’t a virgin. Maybe if he was experienced I would have been bent over this coffee table already. Not only did I have to seduce my brother, I had to seduce a virgin. My eyes were still closed, my mind picturing myself offer my body to his desires. I could feel his eyes on me, wishing a body like this didn’t belong to his big sister. I tried to make him feel more comfortable.

“It’s ok to look. I know you did yesterday when you walked in on me.” I mentioned.

“That was an accident. I told you so.” He defended quite quickly.

“Like you weren’t happy to see.” I tried.

He began stuttering, tripping on his syllables.

“I tried not to look. It was instinct to glance.” He added.

I smiled to myself, feeding off of the attention he gave my body. I was starting to leaving stains on my underwear. I just had to make him feel comfortable.

“That’s ok. I didn’t mean to yell at you so hard. My mind was back at college. I thought you were some frat boy. That’s why I yelled at you like I did.” I said, probably lied.

I continued to fan myself, keeping my eyes closed. Eye contact right now would probably scare him away. If this was to work I needed him to feel confident.

“So you wouldn’t of yelled at me if you knew it was me that walked in on you?” He questioned.

“No,” I started. “I probably would have stood there, wondering what you needed.” I finished.

“Bullshit, like you wouldn’t cover yourself or tell me to fuck off.” He said, trying to forget about the fact that his big sister practically said it was ok to look at her body.

“I probably wouldn’t. I mean you’re my brother. What do I have to hide? We’re family. We’ve taken baths together, well as kids. I mean shouldn’t I be able to come to you and ask you if I had big ugly nipples.” I took a chance.

I brought my eyes back to his face. His face hadn’t faded at all from the bright red he wore. I could see the sweat form around his eyebrows. After finishing my sentence I took a great big risk. I lifted my shirt and revealed myself to him. His immediate reaction, was to cover his eyes and try to use his hands to shield the view of my body.

“Don’t look away. I need to know if I have nice nipples or if they are a turn off. Who better to ask than my brother, a male I trust with seeing my body and trust to be honest with me.” I tried to convince.

I did a pretty good job at doing so. Perhaps it was the rushing alcohol in his blood, or the pleadingness in my voice, or the boner that he may or may not have had, but he returned his gaze back to me. They first met my eyes, shame filled his optics. Then, with acceptance, he looked down at my chest. The shirt was bunched up right below my neck, leaving the near entirety of my boobs open to be looked at.

“Well?” I egged on.

“Your nipples look fine, nice even. They aren’t a turn off.” He admitted, trying to get used to the idea of the very words he spoke.

I was happy, my face showing that obviously.

“If they aren’t a turn off, does that mean they turn you on?” I questioned, trying to move deeper.

“I’m not gonna say that my sisters tits turn me on.” He said, going back to his hiding ways.

“You mean admit?” I asked, hoping for the right answer.

“I didn’t say that.” He defended even though it was clear to both of us that they were indeed a turn on.

I moved closer towards him, my chest still naked.

“Come on I bet your virgin ass is hard right now.” I tried to push.

His hands reached out for me. At first I thought he was going to dive into the sexual tension between us, that he would start to squeeze my tits before sucking them into his mouth. Then I realized that he lunged for my shirt, dragging it back down to cover my body.

“How are you so ok with this?” He asked, feeling guilty himself.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell the truth, or at least not yet. I needed to think of something to say that wouldn’t ruin my chances of finally being with him.

“I guess I’m just more comfortable with the human body than you are. I mean, I could see why you’d be like this. You’ve never been with a girl. I’m sure you would have acted this way if I was your girlfriend.” I attempted.

He looked up at me. There was such a disgust feeling to his look. I wish he was ok with this already. I wish his mouth would form that charming smile upon seeing my body. I wish he was aware of how submissive I’d be for him. He seemed to believe me and my words.

“How would you know?” He asked, wondering how I had so much insight on the matter at hand.

“Because I was the same way. Then I went off to college and my roommate told me that we need to be comfortable with our bodies. We actually got along way better after we had seen each other naked. I was freaked out at first, just like how you are now. But then seeing her be so calm and ok with being naked showed me that I have nothing to hide. I have a body, just like you do. And we have a bond Jace. A bond that we can’t find anywhere else. Before friends we only had each other. Now that we’re older, shouldn’t you feel comfortable the same way I do? We were the first person we had ever trusted. And I still feel that, which is why I could show you my body.” I explained.

I have no idea where that had came from. I don’t know if it was the liquor or the desperateness but I somehow managed to convince him that that was the truth. It seemed like a very well thought out lie after thinking about it. I could see the shame slowly fade away from his face, his eyes traveling up and down my body. He was starting to feel more comfortable with me. If I could just explain to him that while what I want from us is wrong, it would feel so right. That while it’s ok to be comfortable with each other’s bodies, we weren’t allowed to do these special things.

“I have never heard or read about that anywhere in my life. Even if I was comfortable with our bodies, my mind goes to this place and suddenly I’m doing these things to you that we shouldn’t be doing.” He explained.

It started to look like he was having a panic attack. The thought of sex coupled with his naked sister might have been too much for him. I had to somehow finesse myself through this situation, I already had my goal in mind.

“Well yeah Jace, that part is wrong. But that’s because you see my body as something sexual. Once you’re comfortable with my body then there won’t be any sexual tension, it would be normal. And once things are normal the idea of sex won’t even come to mind. I wouldn’t be a sexy bodied girl, I’d be your sister, same as always, same as how you see me clothed.”

I was impressing myself with my own lies. The idea of seeing each other naked was almost as taboo as wanting to feel my brother’s cock in me. Yet everything I’ve said sounds honestly legit. It sounds like something I can get away with. I grew more confident as the lies continued.

“You know that actually sounds like it makes sense. I just have to get used to your body?” He asked, wanting to be ok and feel ok.

I nodded my head. Trying to be as soothing and comforting as I could be. He started to look at me again. His eyes seemed to take their time as his glance came over my chest. I don’t blame him. If I had a sister who looked like me I’d want to look. I started to feel love in my heart. Despite everything being an elaborate lie, I did feel the same as I made myself seem. I did trust my brother, and I did want him to be comfortable with my body. Maybe not to the point where he could see me clothed or naked and it wouldn’t make a difference. I wanted him comfortable with those thoughts he said he would have of my naked body. I wanted to ease him into the world of sex. I wanted to explain to him that whatever he wanted, I would give to him. I wanted him to feel safe, like any big sister would. But I also craved for him to be inside of me, and the didn’t feel so big sisterly. I wanted to be his first, to show him what it’s like to love the person you’re with. I never felt that. In a way this would be my first too. Kind of. I also did want to get absolutely wrecked by his cock.

“Let’s start off slow.” I suggested.

My hands reached for his hips and found the edge of his shirt. I started to pull it over his head when he started to help me. Now he the one shirtless. He seemed to be more calm. My words must’ve reached him. Hopefully he keeps this a secret. Falling for this kind of lie says a lot about his mind, how easy and gullible it was. The jig would be up if he told someone about this moment and they told him that it was complete and utter bullshit. I smiled at him, trying to comfort him.

“See, there’s nothing wrong with you being shirtless right?” He nodded his head. “So then there would be nothing wrong if I was shirtless.” I mentioned.

I took off my shirt, throwing it to the side, hoping it would be the last time I take it off for the night. His eyes immediately shot downwards towards my tits. I tried not to get too excited at the attention. My face struggled with keeping its calm facade. Deep down inside I wanted to bury his face between my chest and feel his tongue run all over my nipples.

“So this is ok?” He asked, slurring his words.

I gave a nod of my head. Then another idea formed in my head. I dropped my smile, becoming serious. My body was right next to his. My tits were out and I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every glance towards my body. He smiled, realizing that his big sister’s body is nothing to be ashamed of. I still had to instill the idea of being so comfortable that he could happily picture himself having sex with me.

“You know how I said having sexual thoughts is wrong?” I brought up again, attempting to end the wait once and for all.

He nodded his head, his eyes sleepy and drunk.

“Well ask me truth or dare.” I insisted.

Even though he was confused, he asked, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth, now ask me about how I feel about the sexual thoughts.” I demanded softly.

“What do you think about these sexual thoughts?” He asked.

I looked deep into his eyes, trying to find any hint of desire through his glazed matching blue eyes. He had to feel the same. Drunk or not. I knew he loved his sister, but would he be willing to go so far?

“I know that they are wrong,” I started. I took his hands in mine, holding those soft hands of his. I took a deep breath and plunged for the goal line. “But I still want them Jace.” I said.

He didn’t know what to think, his mind running wild with drunk thoughts. I didn’t give him time to react. I lean forward and kissed his incredibly soft lips. I could feel his surprise, but what was even more shocking was him kissing me back. I felt his mouth angrily attack mine. That was until he stopped us.

“We’re drunk, and this is wrong.” He said, his drunken mind doing more harm than good to my cause.

“I know I told you that you should be comfortable with my body. But honestly, I’m not comfortable with yours, I crave your body. I want you little brother. I loved the way you looked at me in the split second in the bathroom yesterday. I loved how soft you were when taking off my bra. I know you want my body. But I want you to want me too.” I went on.

Our heads were pressed against each other. Our eyes a couple inches from one another, our lips in such a close proximity.

“I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want you,” He went on to explain. “I tried to push away those thoughts. They were wrong, sick even. I couldn’t help but notice you when you came back. When I walked in on you I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to enjoy your body.” He confessed.

His breath reeked of alcohol but I still wanted his mouth against mine. It aroused me on every level to hear that he wanted me too. We were the same, disgusted at the fact that we both craved each other. But we both succumbed to our desire.

“This is wrong,” I repeated.

A sad look came over his eyes, like he had lost a part of him. But his face began to glow as I finished my sentence.

“But there’s nothing I want more than this.” I finally said.

His lips shot towards mine. We were both locked in our incestious lust. We were locked at the lips. I had so much experience over him. I had hoped that I could be gentle enough, slow enough, to make my baby brother feel the most at ease. As our kisses grew in intensity, I took ahold of his hands. At first I gripped them in my own, wanting him to be in my grip. But I soon placed them on my hips. Just the feeling of his hands, the warmth they gave out, it sent shivers down my back. We continued to ravish one another’s lips.

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked.

What was most important was consent. I didn’t want to make him do anything he didn’t want to do. But after spending so much time teasing him with my chest, his desire to have them grew. He nodded his head mid kiss. I felt his hands slowly move up my body. It gave me such a rush to feel his soft tender skin against my body. Both of his hands took ahold one of my breasts. Very gently he began to squeeze them. He moaned into my mouth. I took the opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth. He responded by wrapping his lips around my intruding tongue. His thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples. Dirty thoughts clouded his mind. Everything he’s ever wanted to do to a woman, to a woman who