Right now, I have my hand in my panties, and one hand up inside my t shirt pinching a nipple hard. This is what I’m imagining.
I’m in my brother’s room. More accurately, I’m in the other single bed in his room. I’ve had to give up my bed because of house guests. I can here him sniffling. He was dumped and, well, it’s his first time through it. I listen to him crying quietly and decide to reassure him. He is immensely good looking, and (I know because I’ve seen I) has a cock that will please any girl! I get up and go over to his bed. I flip back the covers and get on top of him. NO! Not like that. I just want to comfort him. I plant a little kiss on his forehead and tell him that yes, it hurts now, but it will get better.....that there are plenty of other girls out there.....there will be another girlfriend along soon enough. I’m unaware that my sleep t shirt has ridden up, and I don’t know about it until I feel his cock gently brush my pussy lips. He has slipped out from his PJs and is getting hard. The moment changes.....how? I don’t know...subtly, almost subLiminally. I feel his cock between my legs. Fully add now, angrily hard. If I lower myself. Even an inch, he will begging to enter me. But I can’t! He’s my brother! Despite myself, I do exactly that. Just an inch. Just enough to stop it bobbing away down there. It finds my hole easily enough. Oh, but this is so fucking wrong! I lower again. It’s beginning to stretch me now. He mumbles something. “Uh....sis.....what?” Then I feel his hands on my hips pulling me down. But no, he isn’t pulling me as much as I am willingly impaling myself on my brothers cock. I feel him start a rhythm under me pushing in and out, and I also feel my juices flowing freely, wetting his cock, his pubes, and his sheet. Before we know it, we are kissing frenziedly, our tongues entwined. (In my imagination) I am not onthe pill....if he cums, he will make me pregnant. I begin to rotate my hips as my orgasm approaches. He, in turn feels like a steel rod in me. “Bang into me harder...push....ppppuuuusssshhh!” I groan as I feel him cum inside me. Back in the reality of my own bed, I have cum into my panties. My nipple hurts, but it is a sweet, ice-like pain. My cunt is dripping wet, and the smallest movement of my duvet sends a waft of sexual scent into the room. I can’t tell where the border between awake and asleep might be, but I doze off imagining that my pussy juices are his sperm. My clit throbs gently. Tomorrow, my panties will smell of sweat and sex.....but that’s tomorrow.
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