Oh Brother SeXStoRY

“Hey there little s*s, fancy a taste?” John asked, pushing his finger towards Anna’s lips. “What is it?” she asked reaching her neck forward to meet him halfway until they were just inches apart. “Just a little cream whipped with brandy” John replied, slipping his forefinger gently between his younger s****r’s expectant lips and sighing with pleasure as he felt her soft, skilled tongue flick around its tip, expertly removing every trace of the cream. “Maybe I could get a little more?” he asked, recalling the last time he had presented her with some and the fun they had each had removing it from the special places that they, and they alone, had explored in each other. Blowing softly on her b*****r’s finger still moist from her mouth, and meeting his burning gaze, Anna leaned forward and placed a single, chaste kiss on John’s lips feeling his breathing quicken with her touch. She and John had always been close, a fact their f****y had always thought adorable. Just how close nobody knew, although they had come close to being caught several times in the past. Each time, however, just seemed to increase the latent desire between them and make their need for each other all the more urgent. Pausing to check their parents were still occupied outside with their guests, John leaned forward to meet Anna’s flushed face, kissing her forehead, then her cheeks one by one, then down to her nose and finally venturing downwards to her neck and collar bone, causing Anna to catch her breath and raise her chest and straining nipples into John’s range. “We mustn’t, not here” she gasped, pelvis already involuntarily thrusting towards her b*****r as he began to tease her breasts through her light summer shirt, “anyone could come up”. Watching his baby s****r, the girl he had watch grow from a beautiful innocent into the sultry young woman before him, John felt a surge of protectiveness towards her. She was his. In every way, every part, everything, she was his and his alone. John knew he had to keep her safe from those men who would use her and what better way than to show her how special their love was and that no other could compete? With this in mind, John eased his knee between Anna’s legs, sliding it up the quilt on which they lay until it rested against her groin, just nudging her as she writhed beneath his touch. “Not here Anna? Where would you like to go?” he breathed teasingly against her lips. “Maybe we should take this into the summer house where people could so easily hear us?” he whispered, knowing his s****r’s secret fantasy of being watched and perhaps even joined. “Oh God John”, Anna breathed arching off her bed towards her secret lover,” please just touch me There and stop this, I can’t take anymore”. “Touch you ‘There’ Anna?” John rasped, desire thickening his voice now that Anna was at his mercy and begging for him. “And where, exactly is ‘there’?” “You know” Anna gasped, desperate for the release she knew only her b*****r could grant her. “I’m sorry my sweet”, John said, beginning to suckle his s****r’s now fully erect nipples through her top, “but you will have to show me where you mean.” “You bastard!” Anna cried, driven to the edge of climax by her b*****r’s exploratory tongue and so in need of his plunging cock inside her as only he had to induce the shattering finale that she recognised she would only ever achieve with him. Her own, full bl**d b*****r. She knew no one would ever understand how she could feel this way about her very own b*****r, and worse still that most would say it was wrong and that it must be stopped. But how, Anna wondered, could anyone seek to stop a love that was so pure, so right, so explosive? Surely that was more wrong than the indulgence of the love she and John, that was often so cruelly called ‘i****t’, shared? Morally deemed so wrong, yet physically so, so right, how could this love be forbidden? At the start, Anna had been worried that when John made it clear that he was watching her when she changed from her skimpy school skirt at the end of the day, or when he ‘helped’ her into her pyjamas after offering to tuck her into bed to give their parents a break, his hands moulding her newly forming breasts, they were doing wrong. After the first night he had been declared old enough to babysit her alone however and he had given her that magical kiss goodnight and awoken such feelings with a simple brush of his hand as he guided her pyjama trouser up over her virgin mound, she had known that she would hunger for his, and his touch alone. For what, she reasoned, as she lusted after the b*****r she was watching transform from boy to strong, powerful man, could be more natural than an older sibling teaching the younger the ways of the sexual world? And John had certainly taught her many ways, she would reflect as she would lay in bed, either reliving alone his touch using her own skills to bring her a measure of the pleasure he could grant her, or awaiting his visit when the coast was clear. The things that he had shown her and the places he had touched her, and indeed had her touch him, had shown that once and for all, in Anna’s mind, there could be no wrong it what felt just so exquisitely right. “Fucking do it!” she begged, “fucking make me come!” John watched his baby s****r squirming beneath him, gasping for release and felt the surge of power that came from her submission to his sexual will. “God, I could make her do anything” he mused, beginning to slide her jeans down her slender thighs with one hand, whilst holding her arms above her wildly thrashing head with the other. “You want to come?” he asked Anna, slipping his previously cream laden finger inside her moist readiness, “You really want to come?” In reply he felt Anna begin to tighten around him as her illicit orgasm began to build. “Oh no you don’t baby” John whispered as he withdrew his finger and, sucking it clean of his s****r’s juices, he unbuttoned his trousers and began to rub his naked erection against Anna’s pulsating clitoris. All thoughts of discovery far from Anna’s mind, she began to grind up against John, feeling the familiar gush of wetness inside her that his touch released. Sliding her hands inside his shirt and hearing his intake of breath at her touch, she felt emboldened and grazed her fingers lower, under his waistband and into the back of his jeans. “Fuck!” breathed John as his little, baby s****r’s now expert fingers began to explore his anus, touching the sensitive parts that made his already aching erection go into overdrive. Knowing that if she continued her stroking he would cum like no tomorrow, John eased up out of her touch and began to tease her with his cock in retaliation. In and out he went with the head of his penis, feeling the deliciously tight pull of the ring of her pussy on his foreskin, feeling her breath stall as he worked his sibling magic. “Are you going to come for me little s*s?” he panted, kissing her deeply at last, the way her tongue locked around his driving him towards his release with the immorality of it all. “Oh God I hope you come”, John cried as he looked down into the closed eyed, enraptured face that he knew so, so well. “Yeeeesssss” cried Anna, feeling the release of her orgasm as John’s lips found her nipple and, with a bite, tipped her over the edge of sensation that his searching cock had started. Watching His baby girl find her peak, and knowing it was for him and him alone, John came hard and fast, pulsing inside Anna and filling her with the semen that was so forbidden and yet which made their coupling so necessary. “Anna, who do you belong to?” John asked when he had regained his breath. “You, my big, beautiful, fucking amazing b*****r” Anna replied, dipping her head and begging the exploration of her b*****r that her fingers had been denied just minutes before. “And why is that?” John asked, gasping as Anna’s tongue met its target and began to weave its spell. “Because daddy had finished with her” came a voice in the doorway as an older man, closing the door firmly behind him began to unbuckle his belt and lower his trousers. “Daddy!” Anna cried breathlessly, crawling across her spent b*****r towards the man, “you came to play too, where is mummy though?” “Here I am” came a feminine voice from the door, as John reached to close it behind her ……….