Should you want to see mine – 8



“I have to be what?” I asked, still sliding back and forth against her now, my hands free to roam caressing her tender hard tipped breasts.

“You have to be the one…to do it.”

“To do what?” I asked, still teasing her. “To do what?”

“To…to…to put it in,” she almost begged me.

“No!” I told her. “You have to. If you want this, if you really want me, then you have to be the one, reach down…”

I put her hand around my dick, she held it as I again slid up against her. But then she let go, once again crying out, “No…I can’t, I just can’t,” she said, sounding as though she were actually about to cry.

“I can’t either,” I told her. “I don’t want to be ever accused of raping you, forcing you into doing something you really don’t want to do. If you don’t want me to…say it now, right now…and I’ll get off you. And that WILL be it!” I said seriously, emphasizing the word.

“I can’t…but I don’t…want you to stop,” she breathed hotly, almost whispering the words as she spoke them. “But I can’t…I just can’t.”

We had obviously reached an impasse, I was frustrated, and clearly she was as well. Her legs having even wrapped around my waist, locking me in place as though afraid to release me, knowing if she did, I would no doubt back away and climb off her. Which I would have.

Once again I reached down, taking her hand, placing it around my prick. “Then just hold it, the moment you let go…I stop, understood?”

She merely nodded her head, but even in the darkness I saw her do it, her hand remaining securely wrapped around my dick near the base, leaving more than enough room to place it against her wet slick opening. We both felt the hard spongy head of my prick now slice through the first barrier between her lips, not quite entering,

but definitely knocking at the door. I gave her a moment more, but her hand stayed. I pushed an inch, felt the first slip of my prick actually enter, her hand loosened, but she didn’t let go. I pushed a bit more, and then felt the mouth of her cunt surround the full head of my prick. I was technically in her, and we both knew it, but even then I waited before sliding any more of it inside her.

“Yes? No?” I asked one last time looking down at my sister, then before hearing her answer, I leaned forward, my lips seeking hers as we kissed. Kissing unlike anytime we ever had before. Our tongues danced, fenced, our embrace suddenly wild, passionate and abandoned. Then she breathed against my neck, her hand coming up to my head pressing me even closer as she arched her body against mine.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck Robbie…yes!”

I slid…slowly, ever so slowly, letting Xavier feel me, feel the length of my prick as it slowly enveloped her, driving deeply inside her until I felt the base of my balls comfortably resting against the cheeks of her ass.

“I’m in you,” I moaned. “I am so fucking in you!”

“Yes!” she cried out again, sobbing this time, though her nails again raked my back, the lines of her pleasure I knew would be telling, and I would need to be careful in keeping them concealed come morning. But at the moment, I could have cared less. The warmth, softness, and convulsing, contracting heartbeat of my sister’s cunt caressed my prick with a newfound want, need and love that neither one of us could have ever realized. “Make love to me,” she again whispered. “Don’t just fuck me,” she asked again. “Make love to me.”

I slid in and out of her several times more, then rolled, taking her with me as I did. Xavier found herself now sitting on top, my prick buried to the hilt inside her as I once again reached up capturing her breasts. I then felt her lift, her sweet sex mouthing my prick as though she were using her other mouth. With more urgency than I realized, she crashed down against me, and then back up, and then down again, until our coupling became a blur.

I found delight in the erotic sensual slap of our flesh, the seepage of our fluids, mixed with the still sticky sweet cream we were both covered in, only adding to the sounds of the night that expressed the joy and the love we now shared. She leaned over, kissing me again, our coupling slowing, though continuing. Neither one of us wanted the rapturous release to come for either one of us too quickly. We rolled again, taking her to the side where we lay facing one another, lifting one leg over hers,

our bodies meshed together closer than they had ever been before. I suckled her breast as she held my head against her with her hand, the length of my cock still slowly working in and out of her cunt as she moved back meeting me forcefully every time. Once again, the rapidity of the tempo increased, the decadent sounds of our lovemaking filling the night.

“Oh God Robbie! Robbie!” she cried out, her pussy suddenly heated even more than it had been, and suddenly slicker, wetter if that was even physically possible.

“Xavier! Xavier! Xavier!” I moaned out, biting her shoulder, driving my shaft even deeper inside her, feeling the intensity as it began to balloon, already the first hard felt spurt of ecstasy making its precious way up my shaft.

She must have sensed it, felt it, as she began to shudder, her pussy suddenly liquefying just as the first spray of my cream began filling the recess of her sweet feeling cunt. She groaned, the sound coming from deep inside, slowly rolling outwards until it spilled in a rush of agonizing pleasure. Forced to silence her own desires and needs, she fisted her own mouth trying to block the scream that emerged from her as my prick continued to spill its seed deep inside her,

now mingling with her own as it backwashed against me in an almost fine misty spray that somehow managed to work its way out and around my prick, coating us both as she slammed herself against me, now humping me, grinding, even harder than I’d been doing to her.

It took forever for either one of us to catch our collective breaths.

I had just spent myself inside her, perhaps shooting more cum than I ever had before in my entire life, or so it felt like. And yet…somehow, almost magically I remained hard inside her as we lay there. I could feel the pulsating beat of her still quivering pleasure as she surrounded me, kissing me with her cunt.

“There’s no going back now…not for me anyway,” I told her.

“There’s no place to go back to,” she added. “Only ahead…only forward. I love you Robbie, I always have loved you, even though I maybe never knew just how much I really did. But now I know. I know now…I can’t ever go back to the way that it was, not ever again…not now, not ever!”

“I love you too Xavier,” I said, kissing her, tasting her lips, sucking her tongue and then breathing the words into her mouth as we kissed. “I…so…love…you!”

We made love again, even longer, slower and more beautifully this time. And again towards morning as the sun finally began to peek its head over the horizon, peering in through the window like a peeping Tom as this time we fucked frantically, wickedly, decadently, even crazily. Standing up, pounding deep into my sister’s cunt as I held her against the door, walking with her about the room, Xavier impaling herself upon my cock until we crashed together upon the bed, and emptied ourselves into one another one last time.

“It’s not going to be easy,” she said, still milking the seed that continued to drip from my prick inside her.

“I know,” I told her, holding her in my arms.

“We may be ostracized,” she added, “scorned, ridiculed, even abandoned.”

“I know…but I don’t care about Xavier, the only thing I care about, the only thing I’ve ever cared about…is you. So no matter what happens, from here on out, all I want, all I will ever want…is to be with you.”

We heard the knock and then the sound of my mother’s voice on Xavier’s bedroom door across the hall. Obviously no response came. Moments later she knocked on mine, Robbie? Xavier? Breakfast is ready…are you up?”

I rolled off her, drawing the covers over the two of us, I looked once more at Xavier, kissing her, and then looked towards the door.

“Yes…we’re up mom. Come in…we have a lot we’re going to need to talk about.”

We both held our breath as the door opened, mom stepping in, taking one look at us lying there in bed together, her face at first showing a look of surprise and then shock.

And then suddenly, she smiled.

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