Je Bande Pour Toi

"Of course, I'll have to suck on your gorgeous cock first," she said, knowing by the sharp intake of his breath that she was doing the right thing.

"If you insist… Oh oui, descendez sur ma pipe, salope. J'aime comment tu gamahucher…c'est parfait. Baisez-moi! Absolutely perfect, suck me, just like that," he encouraged his fellatrix.

Since he had taught her not only how to give better head in general, but how to work him in particular, it didn't really take a lot of arm twisting to let her go down. Raine knew how to use her hands and mouth in harmony; where to be gentle and where to be firm; when to speed up and when to slow down. Her throat could take in every centimeter, until her nose was buried in his golden pubis, and her tongue lapped around thoroughly while she took it in.

Their eyes locked and Levi stroked her cheeks with his hands, whispering the blarney every woman likes to hear while she's pleasing her man. "Tu etes si beau, you are so beautiful… si bon, so good… je t'aime… I love you." He tried to let her control the momentum, but he couldn't help but fuck back. It was when she started cupping his balls and humming a little fellatio mantra that he had to stop her.

"Oh, darling… wait… fuck, I'm about to cum. Attente! Je vais jouir," he repeated in French. Slowly she pulled her head off of his cock, admiring the gloss of pre-ejaculate and saliva all over it. "Ah…hmmm… it's still your turn," he stammered, uncharacteristically flummoxed by his sister. Levi had always felt like Raine was his apprentice; but seeing her now, playing with her juicy cunt, he could see this woman had become his accomplice.

"I'd better put one on," he finally managed.

"But I'm on the pill," she pouted. He continued to open the drawer of his nightstand, where there was a stash of foil wrapped condoms and a bottle of panista jelly.

"Do you get wrapped in your fantasy," she joked, transfixed nonetheless by the sight of him pulling the shield of latex down his thick shaft. Levi topped the head off with a dollop of clear lubricant and let Raine spread it around over his glans and hers.

They both looked down while she carefully lowered herself onto his gleaming bod. A duet of sighs chorused as his cock disappeared and the hairs of their sexes met and enmeshed. Once they got into a sort of rhythm- down, "oh fuck", grind, "oh, Christ", up, down again- Raine wrapped her arms around Levi's neck and kissed his face.

One kiss for every time she'd thought about him while jilling off. One kiss for every time she'd imagined a boyfriend was him. One kiss for every time he'd made her cum. She tried every kind of kiss- with lips, with eyelashes, with tongue, with nose. There just weren't enough.

In the midst of her kissing, she felt something deliciously forbidden- Levi started finger-fucking her ass. The pleasure of his slick fingers entering and exiting the tight hole was almost overwhelming. "Now that's just heavenly," she murmured in his ear. Holding onto his shoulders, Raine uprighted herself so she could ride his cock and hand at the best angle. This way he could suck her nipples while she enjoyed the dual entry- which he did. She vaguely wished that she could nurse him, wondering if that would feel as erotic as she imagined.

It took no end of control for Levi not to erupt when his sister reached her first, long awaited climax. He could tell she was close by the change in her pitch and her tight grasp on his shoulders. And finally, after squeezing her PC muscles extra hard around his penis, all that Raine had built up, released. Her hair fell down upon his chest as she slumped over, convulsing and moaning, "oooh, oui, yesssss, le Christ va te faire foutre, fucking Lord…"

"That's right, love, cum for me," he told her, thrusting his pelvis and hand to multiply her orgasms. The feel and sound of Raine's ecstasy threatened to push him over the edge; she herself wanted their peaks to be simultaneous. But he pulled her off just in time, allowing her to lie down in the afterglow of bliss. "Merci, seigneur saint," she thanked him as though he were some sexual demigod. Levi couldn't watch her for very long- hair pooling in the sheets like a halo, breasts shiny with perspiration, legs splayed to offer her pussy- without being inside of her again.

Seeing his 26 cm. hard-on hovering nearby, Raine lifted her legs until her ankles were practically behind her head. He sursurrated, "that's lovely", stroking her chatte with his palm. And even though it wasn't where he wanted to be buried when had his little death, Levi plunged into her pussy for a few strokes. God damn is she wet. He knew he couldn't stay on the plateau any longer.

"Roll over," he commanded, spanking her clit authoritatively since he could no longer discipline himself. Raine obeyed, propping herself up on pillows and raising her ass up in the air for his taking. She twisted her head around to watch him pour cold jelly in between her cheeks. I'm ready for my examination, doctor.

The sweet tones of their love making turned into the animalistic utterances of hardcore fucking. A few merdes, baises, and damne escaped Levi, but mostly he resorted to grunts to express how good her ane felt. Her ass was so tight- it seemed to pull him in and push him out on its own accord. Raine was making long, drawn out oooohhsss, relishing every sensation of getting buggered.

He hardly needed to be ordered to cum, but when she did- "jus pour moi, s'il te plait" cum for me, please- he exploded. "Oui, baise oui, fuck yes!" It took five long, intense spurts before Levi spent himself and his bande began to soften. If Raine hadn't been his sister, he would have wanted his seed in her womb. Of course, if she hadn't been his sister, he wouldn't have cum so much in the first place.

Dazed by the satisfaction of getting so thoroughly stuffed, Raine didn't even notice her brother had stumbled away to wash off, until he returned and started rubbing her back. "You're not falling asleep already, are you?" Levi chided, giving her firm ass a loud smack. "Go wake yourself up and come back horny. I've waited a long time to get you back in bed, and it wasn't so we could sleep."
"Yes sir," she said, running away before he could give her another spanking. When Raine came back from the loo feeling refreshed, she saw Levi was ready to go again. Nothing made her hornier than the sight of him reclining, masturbating; all lines and angles of his body as elegant as they were masculine.

"Don't stop," she whispered, climbing onto the bed to straddle his thigh. He resumed and Raine rubbed her cunt on his leg, pleased by the friction of its wiry hairs. There was something voyeuristic about watching her brother pleasure himself; but soon she had to help him appease his fully-hardened cock with her own hands, and eventually with her mouth.

Levi urged her to sit on his face as she did: "reposez sur mon visage. Laissez-nous soixante-neuf." Let's sixty-nine.

Raine remembered the first time he'd explained what sixty-nining was. "Technically, it's 'engaging in mutual orogenitalism'," he'd said airily, fresh back from the snobby halls of RCSI. She'd repeated the last word a couple of times before saying, "and in English?" He'd laughed, "it's possibly France's greatest gift to the world. One goes up while one goes down- a fan-fucking-tastic favor."

No longer caring to keep her from enjoying as many times as she could, Levi licked and poked the sopping pussy in his face. For him, there was nothing more intoxicating than the flowing honey-drip of a woman. And though reveling in the orchestrations of Lee's one-man band, Raine worked selflessly until she felt his cock stiffen from pre-orgasmic rigor mortis. Then she took in as much of his flesh into her mouth as she could and worked her throat until it was sprayed with an overabundance of jism.

"Ahh…fuckkkkyessss," he screamed at the same time. Delicious. She savored the ejaculate that oozed out onto her lips and chin, and sought out any drops on his shrinking penis with her tongue. Then they rolled apart and spooned end-to-end, too lazy to rearrange themselves. Raine imagined that she could feel her belly filled with his semen- his virility- and wished that it hadn't been so wasted.

"Have we no more God, plus de Deiu? Is our love an abomination, Lee?" she asked, voice tinged with more shame than she realized.

More than anything, he wanted to be romantic- giving her loving assurances of their goodness and purity. But some dormant cynic spoke out. "Only you can know if you've lost your god. I can't lose what I've never had. But yes, this is an abomination."

"What?" She'd expected him to say no, we have not strayed from the flock. No, we are not wrong for wanting this.

"I love you, Rai, but have no illusions that our relationship is precluded by Natural Law. My sperm is poison to you. You mustn't ever forget that." He kissed her tiny feet, which rested near his chest, to show that he wasn't mad.

"You're wrong," she said, frustrated by his sudden fatalism. "I know what true poison is. If anything, you carry its antidote."

"Stop being naïve. You wouldn't say that if you saw a fetus deformed by inbreeding," Levi said cryptically. "We'll take the strictest of precautions, Raine. In every respect." He added seriously, "this isn't child's play."

"Then stop treating me like a child," she suggested.

"Touché. Je suis desole." He apologized in French and followed it, as he often did, with the German, "es tut mir leid." Literally- it does wrong to me. Raine finally moved to lay with her head next to his. "If you could make love with anyone, living or dead, who would it be?" he said, in attempts to be playful again.

"Hmmm…. Anais Nin in her 30's," Raine said after a moment's thought.

"Interesting. Sexy. Why choose a woman?" He was surprised that his sister was still a Kinsey 3, un bisexuel; he assumed it was a phase she'd grow out of.

"Why choose a man?" She countered. "After all, she was beautiful, and she lived a delightfully scandalous life. I mean, she married and still had sex with Henry Miller and his wife, her psychologists, actors, her fa…" Raine trailed off before she could finish father. "What about you? Who would you bed?"

"You of course," he said gallantly.

"Of course me, silly, that's just a given. Who else? Hey, if it's someone we know we could have a ménage," she said as an incentive.

"Oh, god, I don't know. Fay Wray as Ann Darrow," he lied off the top of his head.

"Ah, you get turned on by a half-naked blonde bombshell running away from a horny gorilla. I should have known," Raine said facetiously. She could tell that he wasn't being truthful, but it wasn't the time to push it. Plus, she felt the stirrings of a growing penis against her body- and that's far too much of a distraction.

"It was beauty that killed the beast," she quoted idly, before sliding down the bed to tailler sa pipe.

"I'm going to be raw tomorrow," Levi predicted, caressing the tendrils of her hair all the same. Though he was still technically in his 20's, he knew it would take longer for him to fully recharge than she might have expected. But third time's a charm, and who was he to deny his slatternly sister another round.

Of course, she doubted that he would be "raw". "Sore" maybe, but "raw" was a term that would never apply to Levi. Just…less well hidden.

Strange Love continues in Part Three, "Hold Me, Please", in which Levi and Raine continue their relationship in secret. *Thanks for everyone's comments, and thanks to my brother S. for the help. Espoir tu avez apprecie le conte, mon frere.