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A sharp inhalation, my muscles briefly clenching as his lips touch wet upon my folds. Firm, but only softly pressed - a kiss down there on my lower lips, still hewing roughly to the fantasy he shared. No intrusion, yet, of the strong and solid tongue I briefly met in some of our fiercer kisses...he pulls back now, looks up at me with gentle eyes in search of approval, and I can do little but beam back at him. My hand slipping to the back of his head, ruffling lovingly at his messy golden locks. "Not bad." A husky depth creeping into my voice. "Maybe even a little softer than you need, but it's a start."

A moment more, stroking at his hair, my thumb pushing clear an errant curl that obscures his eyes. God, but he looks so adorable, even at a time like this. I have to focus to call back to mind my task. "Do you know about the clit, David?" Gently asked. I'd assume he does...but then, I'd assume every guy does, and a couple of my boyfriends sure didn't.

"Um. Kinda." His eyes dart briefly away, shyly. "I think so." His hands resting at the top of my thighs, held hesitant between fear and hunger.

"How about you see if you can find it?" A silvery sheen of humor in my words, taking up ranks with the quaver still of nerves. My free hand drops to my pelvis, laying close beside his. "Right there at the top...might have to use your fingers, spread my pussy open a little." Biting at my lip with faint reproach at giving so bald, so bold an order - and then again, as he obeys. His fingertips touching gently at the top of my slit, stretching carefully apart the folded flesh; his thumb questing forth, slipped in amidst my petals. My breath comes in uneven spurts as he probes slickly at my center, teasing back veils of pink until I'm suddenly exposed, my nails clutching at his scalp as his thumb scrapes exquisitely rough upon the rigid nub.

"That's it," commanding him breathlessly, his fingers still slowly gliding on the edges of my garden. "Right there, that's...the most important spot. The most pleasurable. When you're eating a girl out, you should lick all over...but you always want to come back there to really get her going." Just the warm air is softly titillating on my exposed bud, languid currents tickling lightly at that so-sensitive skin. God, I need to feel his tongue on me; I can scarcely keep the hunger from my voice as I inquire, "You ready to start?"

A nod first, mutely, looking somewhat overawed at what lies before him. Then his lips part, with that enticing little pop of wetness. "Yeah." And a glance up into my eyes, thrilled and terrified. "Yeah, I'm, um...yeah."

"Then go ahead." A faint smile at the corner of my mouth, my heart strongly beating as his lips descend once more. "It's just like licking a lollipop."

One second. Two - he hangs back, perched just on the edge of action, afraid of that first step. More than words needed to comfort him, to usher him forward; it's old ritual that drops my hand from his hair down to the back of his neck, stroking there slow and gentle. A habit we had, once, to embolden him in the face of life's terrors; he used to say that it made him feel safe, calm. And right now...

My fingers clutch instinctively there at his neck as his tongue suddenly slides warm and wet upon me, aching flesh abruptly shocked with sensation. Faster and more forceful than I expected; the feeling has hardly touched upon my mind when it begins again, his broad, strong tongue stroking up the length of my slit, glutinous saliva penetrating down into my folds, and my hips softly squirm, as much tickled as aroused. "Slower, to start," I manage to remind him, and feel a faint gratification as he obediently softens his assault. Giving me time to experience the shape of his tongue as it caresses the gates of my womanhood, to react to the subtle explorations of its tip, teasing out the furrows of my swollen labia.

"Better," I sigh with satisfaction as he brushes my clit, permitting me to feel with stark intimacy the faint pebblestone texture of his tongue. "Better." Two fingers now at the top of his spine, tracing out a tempo for him to follow. "Like this, see...slow at the start, more sensation than stimulation. You build up speed...mmph...um, speed with her arousal." A shudder of pleasure rolls up through my nerves, and my head falls back upon the bale behind me as he ventures deeper inside. "Some guys try to, like, fuck you with their tongue, but it's not about penetration, it's - fuck..." Breathlessness for a few moments, as his lips latch upon my clit in gentle suction, his tongue dancing slowly on its tip. "Um...it's about contact, about activating all those tiny little nerves that say hey, there's somebody touching me here, and it feels so...so damn good, I don't want you to stop."

It's getting hard to talk. Hard to think, over the euphony of joy that sounds inside my head. I want to just lie back and bathe in it, ride the waves of pleasure that roll in like thunder in an autumn storm. To be aggressively, thoughtlessly indulgent, carried into ecstasy by his able tongue like an imperious queen reclining in her lectica.

But I'm supposed to be teaching him, right? That's the reason I'm doing this. The only reason. So I shut my eyes and cling desperately to some shred of coherence as the pulses of pleasure throb through my mind. "You don't want to be too predictable, want to change things up occasionally...um, faster, go faster." Both my hands now curled in his hair, tangled up amidst those smooth cornsilk strands. "And if you're clever, you might give her juuhhhhh jesus fuck." My eyes shoot open, wide and staring at the ceiling as his pursed lips drag fiercely along my inner labia, only for his powerful tongue to press forward from within, sizzling along skin that quivers with satisfaction. Some moments before I can again find words. "Um, give her just...just a little less than just she wants, tease her so she goes half-crazy wanting you, so she has to beg for you to go faster." My fingers tug at his hair, an echo coming as an order. "Faster."

Once more he obeys, lapping now like a dog at the steady trickle of my nectar, and my hips jerk in little spasms back against him with each stroke of his tongue. My body burning with arousal, nipples erect and begging for attention from beneath my shirt, though I haven't the hands to spare. Thought remaining only as a hazy near-irrelevance. "At the end..." I gasp out, as it seems to rush upon me. "At the end, you just...oh, god, just want to go all out, push her over the edge...you can, um...you can..." Fuck, I can't think; the whole universe is his tongue delving into my slit, my legs crossing tightly at his back, pulling him inward. The feeling is a constant bombardment on my mind, rapture coursing through my veins, carried by the furious beating of my heart. I can't catch my breath, can't control my body, can only try to survive the tide of ecstasy that rises in me like a tsunami.

"God, don't stop," my voice moans out shaky and low, the pretense of 'practice' finally torn away by the power of his passion. "Don't stop, Davey...oh, fuck, I'm going to cum...fuck, lick harder..." Awareness slicing like the blade of a knife, glittering and dangerous; it's really him down there between my legs, my brother with the goofy grin and the kind blue eyes. Somehow he's here now, his tongue buried in my pussy, playing such sweet music on the instrument of my body that my soul is set to resonate with every note. The indescribable feeling of rapture saturating me until every muscle inside draws tight and tingling, until pleasure so overfills my nerves that it spills out across my mind, until it seems almost that I can hear the thunderous chords of delight that roil up through my body. Sensual energy so crowded into me that I fear I might burst, or break to pieces, shattering with a touch into a million tiny shards...

Then David's lips close again upon the stiffness of my clit, his tongue stroking in slow circles, and my mouth stretches wide in a silent scream of release as his teeth nip down in a tiny, loving bite upon that swollen, sensitive nub. Orgasm striking like a dam burst, flooding through me with twitching muscles and wide, staring eyes, long waves of pleasure so deep it forces the air from my lungs, leaves me shivering with delight.

Yet even in the midst of this release, I feel a need as urgent as that just broken. "Come up here," a breathy gasp, my voice hardly more controlled than my body. "Now, please, David..." I'm only barely aware of him moving, stumbling quickly up to me, but when his handsome face mercifully appears in my vision I lurch madly upward, throwing my hands around his neck as I kiss him with a ravenous hunger. His mouth, his lips, so sweet...I can taste myself on him, but I don't care. Drawn to him like a fish to its spawning grounds, a terrible, inexorable need. The two of us tumble down upon the hay, rough ends scratching at my bare legs, but all I know are his lips sliding against mine, his body tightly pressed against me as the rolling tides of rapture within me gradually begin to quiet. David. Beside me, beneath me, atop me. The depth of the affection for him which fills me at this moment is beyond words, beyond belief - it could reach from the peak of heaven to the lowest pits of hell. It aches in my heart, a love so great and so strong that it carries a hurt as powerful as its joy. David. His name a whisper in my mind, all I can conceive in this timeless expanse, until I'm speaking it silently with lips still pressed and sliding against his mouth. David.

Eventually, the world begins to reassert itself around me, seconds ticking by again as the shudders of satisfaction which wrack my body recede into stillness, as I begin to feel a trace of self-conscious silliness at the intensity of emotion which just gripped me. A slowing of my frenzied kisses, laying on top of him, until I'm just planting the occasional soft peck haphazardly on his face. Quiet, giddy laughter, drunk with afterglow, as my lips touch lightly on his forehead, his cheek, his nose, his eye...open now, smiling up at me, and god I love that gentle smile, I love that adorable face. I love the warmth of his body under me and his hands rising up to link across the small of my back. I feel so good right now, so whole, sleepy and sexy, cherished in his arms. My cheek slides down next to him, and I whisper in his ear like I'm sharing a secret. "You're pretty good at that, Davey." My words sparkling with the joy that flows in my veins.

"Thanks," he murmurs back bashfully, and I laugh again, a faint mist of happy tears in my eyes at his simple, earnest humility. I can feel his erection through his jeans, a firmness on my bare thigh, but I know he won't say a thing about it. Won't ask any recompense for the attentions he's just given me. He'll just suffer in silence, like he did last night...if I leave it up to him. It doesn't seem right. I shouldn't let him.

"Hey," another whisper, merriment gleaming in my smile as I lift myself up off his chest. Looking down fondly at his innocent features, nursing the electric thrill that sparks in my heart as I do. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob?" My lips quirking with mischief as I speak the question. Fair's fair, after all. If I can do for him...

But my features fall as he sheepishly nods. "Yeah, um. From Sarah, once, and...kinda, from April. Not all the way, you know, but just for a little while..." Trailing off as he notices my upset, averted eyes. Jealous anger stabbing somewhere close to my heart. Stupid; I mean, I have no reason to be angry, no reason even to be surprised, but...I guess this is what those guys feel when they hear about former lovers. Wanting him to be mine alone, not to have to share a claim even to the memories of private moments. To be the only one he's ever had...

Oh, grow up. I push a smirk back onto my lips, leaning down for one more quick and forceful kiss. "Then I'll just have to give you a better one." Slipping down beside him, my hand draws down over his chest, pausing every second or two to snap open the fasteners of his jacket. Revealing the plain white shirt beneath, tight against his body. And lower still, my palm resting on his fly, and on the warm bulge beneath it. My fingers gently squeezing, delighting in the firmness of resistance, in the little pulse of growth that I think I can feel even through that thick fabric...

"Sam." He speaks, and I look back into eyes uncertain and softly solicitous. "Are you sure you want to...?"

Silence. There's a shiver of reason in the back of my mind, a tenebrous stench of worries and second thoughts, ugly and painful. A quiet voice, shrill and appalled, demanding explanations for what I've done. Horrified at my abandon. I don't want to face it, not right now; I shove it away, brick it up behind the moment's warmer pleasures. "Really shouldn't ask a girl things like that, Davey." A smile, low and quixotic, touched upon my lips. "Doesn't really help you out at all, you know?"

"Maybe." Faint agreement, quiet. His breathing is shallow, and I can hear it catch as my fingers twist to undo the button of his fly. His body held stiff and still as I pull downward on the zipper, so slowly that its release is not the usual rasp but a long series of distinct clicks. A seductive delight in my breast as I look up again into his eyes, as he watches me with hunger only half-concealed. Awareness of my body, still nude below the waist; I shift over so I'm kneeling with his muscular thigh between my legs, one knee barely touched beneath his groin, and when I move my hips the denim of his jeans rubs roughly at my naked, soaking slit. Pleasure stirring inside me again, kindling fed to the furnace between my legs.

Not that it matters so much, now. He's the point; I want this to be for him, as good as I can make it. Under my hands the top of his jeans are carefully unfolded, neatly unwrapped like one of his christmas presents - rather than torn messily open like one of mine. Those charming white briefs again beneath, arched and bulging with their contents, and a pink, fleshy tip just protruding above the waistband, too much to be entirely contained. Gingerly, my fingers reach and catch upon the elastic band, pulling it in a smooth, decisive motion swiftly downwards to bunch up below his balls. A throaty sound of guilty laughter escaping my lips as his cock springs forth proudly from confinement, bobbling lightly curved, its tip now hovering in the air half an inch above his waist. Not even fully erect, not yet - but I can see it bounce barely upward with his every heartbeat as his blood strives to fill it. "God," a murmur, with my fingernails touched at the top of his legs. "It really is gorgeous."

David blushes modestly, but gives no other answer, and I bite softly at my lip, squirming atop his thigh. Feeling for myself now a trace of his earlier hesitation - this is a hurdle before me, a landmark, the first time directly touching his manhood. I'm not quite ready for the jump. Yet. My gaze flits back up to his, mischief painted on my smile. "Jerk it for me. Just a little."

He obeys without question, without even his usual pause for confidence. His big hand rising from the hay to close around his cock, stroking slowly back and forth, just a foot from my wide, staring eyes. The shaft rising and falling hypnotically with his motions, like a ship upon the sea; it stiffens further in his grasp, losing the little droop at the end as it stretches taller. And a liquid shriek of delight from my pussy as I notice the glittering tear of pre-cum beading at his tip. Turned on again, despite my recent satiation; my thighs clench firmly around his, and I can feel my arousal drip out slowly onto his leg.

"That's good." A breathless whisper to wave away his hand, letting his organ to stand alone again, jutting up near-horizontal above his pelvis. Tightness in my throat, and a thrill in my heartbeat as I bring my fingers from the side of his hip and bring them tentatively near; my nails brush briefly against him, and I can hear David's quiet inhalation, shocked with pleasure. A sparkle of empathic satisfaction sounding in my breast.

Silly of me. Silly to hang back, to hesitate; like walking slowly into cold water, it only extends the ache of adjustment. Better just to dive in. With that thought, my hand slips forward, fingers curling firmly at the middle of his cock, and...fuck, it's hot. I mean, of course it is, they always are, but his especially...feels like I'm holding an iron bar that's been left in a fire, heated 'til it's glowing. Like at any moment it could melt through the thin layer of flesh that surrounds it and scorch my hand.

God, this is really real, my brother's cock so hard and hot against my palm. So thick I have to tightly squeeze just to get my thumb and index finger to touch, and my ears prick to the soft hiss of almost pain from David as I do. I can feel his pulse running through, rapid and strong in the big central vein that runs jaggedly up the side of his dick. Fully erect now, or close to it; the head blushes at me in a pink so deep it's almost red, sticking up bare and free, with his foreskin bunched down around the bottom like my turtleneck sweater. I play at it with my thumb, experimentally, pushing it to stretch up again to the tip, smearing a shining layer of his pre-cum messily across the head.

"That feels so nice..." I glance up from my efforts to see him lifted halfway up on his elbows, watching me with a dazzled and adoring gaze. Lips parted, as he breathes swift and shallow.

"I haven't done anything yet." A sly grin, and then bossily, "Lie back down, though. Close your eyes. I want you to just...feel this." Cradling his cock in my right hand as he follows my instructions, tiny strokes up and down, while with two fingers on my left I gently rub right at the glans, like I'm petting the head of some affectionate little animal. Maybe I am. And leaning in close, lifting him up near vertical...the smell of his manhood suffuses my senses, a rich and heavy musk, think and pungent. I haven't decided yet exactly what I'm going to do, how I'm going to start, but as my lips hover near his tip, so close that I can feel on them the heat which radiates from his body, the answer suggests itself with a clarity and a rightness I could not deny.

The pleasured gasp that issues from David's throat is my first reward as my pursed lips make their first contact with his cock. A soft kiss upon the very head, saliva and pre-cum mingling thick and viscous. The second is the deep, answering hum of arousal that vibrates down beneath my belly, pushes my hips to grind slowly against his leg. Primal satisfaction echoing along my nerves. My hand wrapped delicately, lovingly around his organ as I continue the kiss, the tip of my tongue sneaking out to further wet my lips, and with a touch the salty, faintly acrid taste of him flows and billows into my consciousness like cream in my morning coffee.

Desire thrills along my spine; it's an effort just to keep things slow as I continue. Allowing my lips to part just the slightest fraction, the tip of his cock to push barely into my mouth, bathing slowly the smooth, hot flesh with the tip of my tongue. My saliva spread around, slowly oozing out at the corners of my mouth around the tip. And then, an ever-so-gradual, almost teasing descent, permitting gravity bit by bit to lower my head upon him. Feeling his thickness rise and rise inside my mouth. Wet, as it slides inside...careful, so careful...I wash him with my tongue, first all over, but as his maleness fills me, as the scent of it crowds my nose, I can only lap softly as its underside, without enough room even to get my tongue around. Pushing deeper still, my jaw forced wider to accept him...taking him into me...