BEE-6675A Lawfully Wedded Nymph by Eve Ning
Chapter 5
"Jason," Mona said, her head lifting to his. "Why couldn't Frank
be like you?"
With that she once more kissed his cheek. Her arms tightened around her
brother, holding him close.
What exactly happened next Jason was never totally sure of. One moment
Mona's lips were against his cheek in a sisterly kiss, and in the next
instant, her lips were pressed to his. The kiss was far from being
sisterly. Her tongue flicked out and taunted his lips, teasing at them,
cajoling them to open.
And his reaction went beyond brotherly love. His mouth opened and
accepted the offering of her tongue as it moved inward. His arms
tightened, pulling her to him, while her tantalizing oral digit dueled
over and under his tongue.
Beneath the fabric of her nightgown, he could feel the warmth of his
sister's body. His fingertips could feel her slight trembling, a
quivering sensation he was sure was not caused by the coolness of the
night. It was the same trembling he now felt within himself.
Mona's tongue coyly retreated from his mouth. He followed it with his
tongue, delving intimately into the sweetness of his sister's mouth.
She moaned softly, nestling even closer against him as he toyed and
teased, his tongue flicking and probing toward her throat.
He was suddenly aware of the persistent cushion of her breasts. Warm
mounds of flesh pushing out from beneath her gown, rolling over his
shirtless chest. And atop each of those fleshy pillows was a hard
pebble-like nipple, each trying to dig small holes in his skin.
This woman, this woman he found in his arms, was his sister. Yet there
could be no denying the sensations astir in his loins. His testicles
tightened in their sac with the old familiar feeling of want and
desire. He knew in that instant that if Mona wanted him, he was willing
to enter her body. Whatever social taboos existed against a brother and
sister sharing the same bed didn't matter, not here and now.
They parted. Mona's head tilted back a bit, her dark eyes meeting his.
Her expression was uncertain, filled with the realization that she had
tasted forbidden fruit. But when he made no indication that their
action was wrong a small smile danced at the corners of her sensuous
mouth.
"I wanted that," she said softly. "I think I've always wanted that."
Jason didn't answer, except to pull her to him once again, his mouth
covering hers. Passion rose in their kiss. They clung to one another,
brother and sister, man and woman, lovers. Their hands now explored
their faces, caressing cheeks, tracing the lines of their mouths. They
stared at each other, love shining in their longing gaze. They kissed,
then kissed again, losing themselves in their embrace.
"Love me, Jason," the black-haired woman who was his sister whispered
when they parted again. "Make love to me. Make me your woman, even if
it's only for this moment."
"Yes," he said, tenderly caressing her cheeks.
She smiled and eased from his arms. As he watched, she stood and
disrobed to stand naked above him.
"I've always wanted you to look at me naked," she said, her eyes
meeting his. "I wanted you to see me as a woman and not as your
sister."
That was the way he saw her now, a woman - a beautiful woman. She
looked so fragile and feminine. Her breasts were white cones of milky
perfection. Perched precariously atop each of those satiny-smooth
cushions were bud-like nipples, dark mushrooms, stiff and erect with
her arousal.
Downward over the sleek flatness of her stomach his gaze moved. For an
instant he probed the sensual well of her navel. Then his eyes moved
even lower, his groin feeling tight and hot.
Between her slightly spread thighs was the thick black bush of her
cunt. The silky strands were shining in the silvery rays of the moon.
And barely perceivable beneath the soft looking fur of her pubis was
the shadowy slit of her sex.
There was no doubt in his mind that his sister was a woman - a very
desirable one!
"Beautiful" he said, meaning it. He opened his arms for her to come to
him. "Let me kiss you."
She came, stepping quickly to his side. But before she could kneel to
receive his promised kiss, his arms wrapped around her thighs. He drew
her to him. His lips pressed to hers, but not the lips of her mouth -
the lips of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" She moaned aloud with unabandoned relish.
Quivery thrills of hot sexual desire coursed through her veins. The
warm stream of his breath trickled through the moss of her pubis. Then
there was the damp flicker of a tongue. The tantalizing tapping of her
brother's tongue.
"Good!" She moaned again, reaching down and caressing his head, pushing
his face into her pussy. "It feels so damn good!"
The moist little snake of his tongue was doing all sorts of marvelous
things to her. He taunted up and down the cleft of her loins, flicking
lightly at the nubbin of her clitoris, cajoling it out from beneath its
fleshy hood.
And when he had every inch of her naked body trembling with fevered
excitement, he licked downward, lapping at the tremulous groove of her
cunt. She heard the smacking of his lips and the wet oral sound as he
sucked away the sudden flood of juices filling the core of her body.
Abruptly, his tongue darted up into the mouth of her pussy. Her hands
tightened on his head, pressing him even harder against the aching gash
of her snatch. In and out his feathery oral digit toyed with her. Her
knees quivered and shook, becoming as liquid as the womanly fluids
flowing within her cunt.
Suddenly she was no longer able to stand. With a startled cry, she
collapsed. But her brother was there, catching her and lowering her to
the ground. He was there beside her, his mouth on hers. She kissed him,
tasting herself still on his tongue.
Lovingly, Jason reached out and cupped one of the shimmering domes of
his sister's tits. Despite the almost chilly feel of the night air, her
breast was warm, excitingly warm. So smooth and silky she felt to his
fingertips. His fingers traced around and around the fleshy mound,
working upward toward the rubbery button seated atop it.
A shudder of pleasure rushed through her supine body when his
fingertips at last brushed over her stiff nipple. Teasingly, he tweaked
the aroused button of flesh, delighting in the desirous moans that
writhed from his sister's lips. Then his hand suddenly dropped down,
covering her breast and squeezing.
She felt so good, so damn good, just touching her, holding her. She was
so alive, so willing to have his hands on her. That this woman was his
sister only added to his arousal.
He taunted and teased and kneaded and played with her breasts to his
heart's content. Then he sucked at them, his tongue licking and laving
over every inch of her delectable titflesh. Her body was so ready for
man, so hungry to be felt and loved, he found it almost unbelievable
that his sister had not sought an extra-marital lover until now. That
she had waited was his gain.
Downward his fingers crept, circling the well of her navel, then moving
into the softness of her pubic fur. He played there a moment,
delighting as the anticipation mounted in her body. She was ready to
feel him within her, even if it were only a finger. Yet he delayed
tickling up into the socket of her cunt. The longer he taunted the
better it would be when he actually came into her.
Cupping her crotch, he squeezed down on her plump womanly pubis. He
kneaded her mound of Venus as he had kneaded her tits but moments ago.
She was hot and willing and ready. He could feel the warm flow of her
juices dampening his palm. Yet still he taunted, increasing the
intensity of her need.
"Damn you!" She moaned. "You marvelous bastard! It's wonderful, so
fucking wonderful!"
Then he shot a finger up into his sister's cunt.
"Agggarrahhhh!" She groaned. Her whole body writhed under his impaling
digit.
Inward he drove, twisting and twirling his finger in the wet haven of
her pussy. She moaned and bucked, fucking herself on his hand. She was
hot and flooded with her own lubricants, but he prolonged the foreplay,
giving her a taste of all the loving care her husband had neglected for
so long.
Then he worked yet another finger into her twat.
Her moaning and writhing doubled. She was tight, but she took him,
screwing around on his palm. She hunched her pelvis like a woman gone
mad. She was oblivious to all, except him, and he knew it, a fact that
only served to increase his own desire.
"I want you," she whimpered in a piteous little voice. "Take me, Jason.
Make me your woman."
He extracted his fingers from the fleshy sheath of her cunt. They came
free with a wet sucking sound. She groaned at the sudden emptiness that
filled her. Her eyes fluttered open, filled with the burning light of
lust.
With her watching him, he stood. Slowly he eased down the zipper of his
blue jeans. He was naked beneath the trousers. His cock, long and
rigid, jumped outward, jerking and twitching with its new-found
freedom.
His sister's dark eyes widened. A hungry expression moved over her
face. She stared longingly at the thick, imposing shaft of his sex. At
the same time, there was a knowing glint in her eyes - the realization
that his erect cock was for her - her alone!
"Let me feel it." Her lips parted to reveal the wetness of her tongue.
"Let me feel you."
He stepped forward straddling her supine body. Below him on her back,
his sister gazed up, her eyes frozen on the massive bludgeon of his
cock.
Then her arms lifted.
He groaned, trembling at the first touch of her fingertips. Lovingly
her fingers ran up and down the solid column of his sex. Light and
tender she caressed, as though she were worshipping the virile strength
of his cock.
"It feels marvelous," she whispered. "So hard and strong, yet so smooth
and soft. I love the way it twitches at my touch. So hungry and ready -
ready to fuck me - ready to screw your sister."
His balls surged within their wrinkled bag. That's exactly what he was
going to do - fuck his sister.
"I feel so wicked," she went on, her hands still running up and down
his cock. "I feel like my brother's whore, willing to do anything he
wishes - anything."
Her tongue flicked over her lips, an invitation for him to ask for her
mouth. It was a hard offer to turn down, but his loins were consumed
with need for this woman. He realized that if she pressed her lips to
his cock crown he might just lose the fiery load burning in his
testicles. And at this moment, that was the last thing his sister
needed.
What she did need was to feel a man's cock shoved up her cunt. She
needed a man, a man to fuck her.
"Fuck me," he said. "I want my sister to fuck me."
"Yes," she said, smiling widely. "Yes!"
Her thighs spread, opening her body to him. With one last squeeze, she
relinquished her hold on his prick.
Slowly, he lowered himself atop the titillating bed of his sister's
naked body. Their mouths met once again, their tongues taunting and
probing. Their hands were moving, trying to feel every inch of their
bodies all at once.
Beneath him, she squirmed a bit. Her pelvis lifted and his glans
nestled in the moist slit of her cunt. He eased forward separating the
plump lips of her outer labia. He felt her tense, her anticipation
growing.
Moving with slow-motion speed, he inched his throbbing wand of lust
into her body. Deeper the swollen shaft slithered. His lust-engorged
cock crown touched, then splayed the scalloped inner lips of her cunt.
He was within her now. The hot liquid shelter of her pussy surrounded
him, bathing each inch of cock he fed into her hungry body. This woman
was his sister - his sister! The fact jarred his brain, as though he
were realizing it for the first time. She felt so good, so hot, so
tight. To just lie there atop her luxurious body, to feel the glove-
like tightness of her pussy sheathing his cock would have been enough.
Enough for him - but not for her. His sister needed all the pleasure
and release his body could provide. And that's exactly what he intended
to give her.
Abruptly, his hips jerked back. His prick sluiced upward, posing at the
entrance to her love channel. He paused a moment, then drove down. Long
and hard, his piston of pleasure burrowed into the folds of her
steaming pussy.
"Sweet God!" She groaned under him. "You're so big! So wonderfully big!
I never imagined it would be like this, never in my wildest dreams."
Her words hit him like an electric jolt. Sizzling sexual energy coursed
through his groin. His pelvis lurched up and swung down. He ground into
her crotch, making sure her stiffened clit felt the full impact of his
body.
He felt her cunt squeeze around him, sleeving his prick in the humid
recesses of her core. She was tight, so damn tight. It was marvelous.
At another time, he would have liked to just lie there letting her milk
his rod with the magnificent power of her vaginal muscles. But that
would have to be another time. Now he was fucking his sister, and he
was doing his best to make sure it was an experience she would not soon
forget.
While he drove his prick in and out of the envelope of her cunt, he
swung around a bit atop, just enough for his mouth to cover one of the
mounds of her tits. Then he sucked. He sucked hard, his tongue slashing
across the top of her stiff nipple like a moist little whip.
Her moans deepened, filled with gratification and soaring lust. She
writhed under him, her hips bucking up to meet each thrust of his
crotch. Her pussy squeezed at him, sucking along his slicked length.
She tucked him with unabandoned desire. Her hunger for the pleasures of
a man drove her on at a fervent pace. The harder and deeper he shafted
into the heated hole of her pussy, the more she wanted him, begged for
him. To allow such a passionate woman to suffer as she had with Frank
was a sin, he thought. The man had to be insane.
Suddenly he found himself groaning around a mouthful of delicious
titflesh. His sister wedged a hand between their sweat-drenched cores
and toyed with his testicles. Her fingers lightly kneaded the two heavy
balls, teasing him.
His response was an even harder-plunging cock. He reamed in and out of
her fleshy sheath. His hips twisted and ground into her pelvis. He
hunched, throwing his full weight behind each of his deep-probing
strokes.
"Close," his sexy sister managed to moan in between his slicing
thrusts. "Close!"
Immediately, he upped the tempo of his relentless fucking. Her nearness
to climax and his own burning need whipped him on. He threw himself
into her, trying to slam the head of his prick against the ring of her
cervix. But it seemed an impossible task. The deeper he poled, the more
his sister's body seemed to open up and accept him.
Faster and faster his cock ramrodded into the juicy slit of her snatch.
Harder and harder, he drove the mighty spear of his lust into the mouth
of her belly. She groaned continuously now. She squeezed at his balls,
creating a fantastic mixture of ache and pleasure.
In and out, the knifing length of his pulsating prick skewered the
juice-flooded hole of her cunt. On and on, she welcomed each probing
thrust of his sex.
Her body was packed with him. His fat, swollen presence dominated her
life. At that moment, she existed for him and him alone. Her body was
no more than a vessel for her brother's cock. And she loved it, loved
every hard, throbbing inch he shoved deeply into the greedy slash of
her pussy.
It seemed like years since a man had entered her body. Now all the
mounting frustrations she had felt during her marriage to Frank seemed
to shatter and explode away. This, the feel of a man rooted so deeply
in her cunt, was what she had yearned for. This, the pulsing hardness
of a fat prick, was what she had ached and prayed for.
And now, now that her prayer had been answered, she realized she could
never live without it again. She was a woman, not some doll to be used,
but a woman who felt and had needs. And those needs and desires needed
a man to satisfy them. Frank could never be such a man.
Inward her brother's cock rammed, filling her body. She moaned in
unabandoned relish, savoring the feel of his skewering rod. She
squeezed down on his thickness, trying to hold him deeply within the
trembling channel of her pussy.
Out the pulsating shaft slithered, evacuating the edacious mouth of her
belly. She quivered and trembled. She felt each swollen inch as it
withdrew. Then downward his pelvis swung, once again slamming the rigid
length of his prick into her juice-filled cunt.
Higher and higher she soared with every pounding stroke of his
magnificent piston. Her thighs glowed with expanding heat, warmth
generated from the constant ramrodding of her cunt. Hotter and hotter
she burned, consumed by the flames of lust and love for her brother.
Outward the glow spread, swirling to meet the desires of her body.
Closer and closer the fiery heat came. Then it was there flaring within
the very core of her pussy. She groaned out loud and long, surrendering
herself to the explosive force of her climax.
Beneath him, his sister's body quivered in tremors of pleasure, tremors
that rapidly became full-fledged flesh quakes. Her fingernails dug
deeply into his back raking down toward his pumping buttocks. The wet
sheath of her cunt contracted around the stiff staff of his prick,
sucking at his length in the moment of her ecstasy.
His sister's carnal desires satisfied, Jason then allowed the boiling
pressure of his loins to spew forth. He came, blasting spurt after hot
spurt of sperm and semen into the tremulous socket of her sex.
Thick, white cream fountained from the slitted mouth of his cock,
scalding over the hyper-sensitive surface of his glans. Jet upon jet of
his seed splattered over the pink folds of his sister's love hole. He
drenched her, covering every inch of her greedy pussy with his release.
Seemingly, he emptied at least a gallon or two of his seminal reserves
into her before his throbbing prick at last subsided and the flood of
his climax ceased. Gratefully, he just laid atop her still trembling
body, savoring the complete satisfaction of their lovemaking.
When at last he rolled from her sated body, she nestled into the hollow
of his shoulder clinging tightly to him. He held her, enjoying the
warmth of her body suffusing along his side. He held her until he felt
her breathing soften to the shallow breaths of sleep. Man and woman,
brother and sister, they both remained there on the bank of the river
until the first rays of the new day, then slipped quietly back into
their separate tents.