Mine

As I stare down at Seth's hungry mouth feasting on my raw, engorged pussy, an errant memory slips into my mind's eye before I'm able to filter it. I'd never really given much thought to dating or sex until around the age of eighteen when my body went from lean and boyish to curvy and feminine. I hadn't even bothered to look at myself "down there" to see what all the fuss was about. Looking back on that eventful summer three years ago, I can see why Seth might have found it difficult to be around me. To be completely honest, I wasn't exactly subtle in my fascination with my own burgeoning sexuality.

I would often traipse around my bedroom naked, door ajar, tits and twat in full view of whoever might be passing by. One particular afternoon in late July, I decided to borrow Karen's hand mirror to take a closer look at my mysterious genitalia. I've been humping things ever since I can remember, but I had yet to identify the exact nature and location of my clitoris. Sprawled out on my bed with the hand mirror between my legs, I went exploring. I have no idea how long he'd been standing there, mesmerized by the sight of me, but I remember glancing up and finding Seth in the open doorway, eyes glued to my pussy, mouth agape, with a noticeable swelling in the front of his jeans. We stared at each other for about ten seconds before he turned and sprinted downstairs, leaving me to relive the moment at least three times before fingering myself into a coma. Needless to say, I'd found my clitoris.

"You taste incredible," he says, pulling me out of my fantasy and back into the present moment. I can feel my pussy muscles tightening in anticipation of the orgasm that Seth's talented mouth is about to draw out of me.

I surrender to his tongue rolling firmly against my clit, my body shaking and spasming uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over my enflamed flesh. It feels like my entire lower half is one giant nerve, sensitive to even the slightest caress. I convulse a few more times as he delicately laps at the copious juices that have dribbled out of me. Tilting his face upward to survey my current state, Seth curves his mouth into a wry, glistening smile, appreciating my limp and immobilized form splayed out upon the warm, smooth stone.

However, before I can even regain my senses, he dives back down for more. I cry out, digging my nails into his scalp and clinging to his hair as he once again takes possession of my pussy, sucking on my clit like it's a piece of hard candy. Once I've come, it usually takes very little effort to make me come again, and soon enough I'm writhing beneath him, his fingers biting into my hips as my pussy erupts into another explosive orgasm, this one harder and more intense than the first.

I quickly come to the bittersweet realization that I will probably never feel this turned on by anyone else – never feel this close to anyone else. Seth is literally forcing my insides to do his bidding and it would take a force bigger than me, bigger than any social convention, to stop my body from doing what feels so right.

As I come down from my second orgasm, a torrent of salacious desires crop up in my mind: I need to see his dick. I need to touch it, to taste it. I reach for Seth's arms and gently pull him up onto me. He crawls forward, positioning himself between my legs. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips as he nudges his erection against my clit through his athletic shorts. Before he can get any ideas, I shove him onto his back and straddle him, my dripping twat resting against the swelling in his shorts. He moans as I rock back and forth upon him, reaching his hands up to squeeze and torment my nipples. I grasp one of his hands and raise it to my face, gently taking the long forefinger into my mouth and letting my tongue moisten it, play with it, simulating exactly what I want to do to him.

"Oh, fuck," he whispers. "I hope that means what I think it does."

I gradually let his finger slide down my tongue, out of my mouth and onto my chest, biting my lip in a half-smile. Slowly, I raise myself off of his erection and crawl backward so that my face is level with his groin. Seth hoists himself onto his forearms to gain a better view, the eagerness in his eyes practically boring a hole through me – it's painfully obvious that he's been craving this for a long time. I tug at his shorts, carefully drawing them down over his erection and then off of his legs entirely, along with his shoes. I want him naked. My own shirt is still bunched up above my breasts and I take the opportunity to remove it, displaying myself to him. Seth's eyes roam across my body, sweeping over every inch of me as if they are another set of hands.

"God, Dillon," he says. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"How long have you wanted this?" I ask, settling down between his thighs and taking his substantial girth into my hand.

He inhales sharply, his teeth clenching as I stroke his dick for the first time. "Since I came back home that summer, three years ago. I realized how badly I missed you, and then I saw how much you'd grown, how you'd filled out. You weren't my little sister anymore."

"I'm still your little sister," I say, running my fingers up and down his inner thigh with my other hand.

"I know." His eyes betray a slight hesitation. "I guess I let myself think otherwise as a way of justifying my feelings. I never forgave myself for what happened after that, what I let myself do to you. I knew that something had to be wrong with me."

"Does this feel wrong to you?" I ask, sliding my hand up his shaft, squeezing the head slightly and then drawing it down again. He gasps and arches his back, thrusting himself into my palm.

"No, that feels very, very right," he says, laughing. "Like the most natural thing in the world."

I grin, holding him there with my eyes and hands as long as I can before desire and curiosity get the better of me and I have to take his head into my mouth. Seth moans and watches me intently as I swirl my tongue around the tip, flicking it at the urethral opening and along the rim of his gorgeous, bulbous head. I drool onto him and begin pumping my hand up and down his pink, veiny shaft, planting kisses along the sides and bottom. A few drops of pre-cum escape from the tip as I fondle his balls with my other hand, taking one into my mouth and eliciting an enthusiastic groan from him; his face flushed, his chest slick with sweat.

"Where the hell did you learn to do this?" he asks, his breathing labored.

"I had to find ways to keep myself busy while you were off globetrotting," I joke.

Seth laughs. "I guess it was foolish of me to think that you might still be a virgin."

"Could a virgin do this?" I ask, running my tongue lightly down the underside of his shaft and then back up again, teasing him, only to devour his dick almost entirely in one go, pumping my hand in rhythm with my mouth as I milk him from base to tip, squeezing and rotating my palm with each pass.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, reaching his hand down grasp a fistful of my hair. "No, definitely not."

Seth continues to pant and moan as I work on him, taking him deeper into my throat. I became quite skilled at deep throating with my last semi-serious boyfriend but I've always wondered how my talents stand up to other women. With all of his sexual prowess and experience, I wasn't sure if Seth would be impressed by my abilities; fortunately, it appears that my fears were unwarranted.

"Ugh, please, take it Dillon. Swallow your big brother's cock." He props himself up into a reclined seating position, resting his weight on one taut, outstretched arm as he strokes my hair with his free hand, watching his dick slide in and out of my mouth.

Eventually, I release him, continuing to jerk his shaft in my slippery palm as I catch my breath and rest my jaw. "Do you want your little sister to suck you off or fuck you?" I ask.

"Oh Christ," he hisses, cupping my sweat- and drool-slicked chin in his hand as I round my palm over the head of his dick, awaiting his decision. "I have to fuck you. I need to fuck you."

Seth grasps my shoulders and pulls me on top of him, the length of his dick pressing against my abdomen and groin; my nipples sliding across his pectorals as I straddle his hips. He slips his tongue between my lips and the faint taste of whiskey and us coalesces in our joined mouths while he runs his hands across my back. Cupping my ass, Seth positions my pussy onto his shaft so that he can grind my clit down the length of his dick. I hold his face in my hands as we kiss, my heart pounding in my ears, the feel of his stiffness against my sensitive nub making me even wetter.

Drenched in sweat, we slide against each other. I break free from his mouth to kiss and nibble at his neck and collar bone, biting down hard on his shoulder as I feel the stirrings of another orgasm growing imminent.

Just before I can reach another all-consuming climax, Seth flips us over, my back smacking against the warm stone. He nudges my legs apart with his knees and positions the head of his dick at the opening of my pussy. I swallow hard and survey his face, his eyes hungry, his lips slightly parted over clenched teeth.

"About the night your mom caught us out here," I say.

He closes his eyes for a brief second, the head of his dick just barely parting my pussy lips. "Yeah?" he whispers.

"I would've let you, that night. I would've let you fuck me."

With one firm thrust, Seth bites his bottom lip and shoves himself inside me, stretching my walls and filling me entirely. I cry out in exquisite pain as my muscles strain to accommodate him, the sensation quickly converting to pleasure as he gradually withdraws and then thrusts into me again, building up in speed and intensity. Hovering above me, braced by strong, powerful arms, the front of his thighs brush the backs of mine as I wrap my legs around him, rising to meet each stab of his unrelenting dick as it rhythmically impales my raw, slick pussy. I grab his shoulders and pull him down onto his forearms so that I can kiss his cheeks and chin. He whimpers as his thrusts come faster, more forceful, his eyes betraying a loss of control over himself. I touch my forehead to his, closing my eyes and concentrating on the sensations between my legs, the length and girth of him piercing me, the weight of his body upon mine.

Seth's moaning is louder now, echoing out into the night. He pulls back onto his haunches, pulling my legs up over his thighs so that he can kneel upright and observe me: prone on the rocks, being fucked, sweating and crying out as I take him, unrestrained – his little sister, previously off-limits but, secretly, always his.

"Touch yourself," he commands, his voice breathy and guttural.

I reach down and begin fingering my swollen clit, which is still wet with my own juices. The sensation of my brother's dick ramming into me combined with the sharp, sweet twinges of pleasure gleaned from stroking my overly sensitive nub send me once again hurtling over the edge.

"Come for me," he says.

My pussy muscles tense, gripping him tighter and forcing him to push harder into me as I bare down, surrendering to the violent might of my own orgasm and watching in awe as Seth – my big brother, my best friend, the source of so much pain and repressed desire – is overcome by his own climax, crying out and slamming into me with so much force that he has to hold me down. I can sense the warmth of his cum filling me and trickling out onto the stone below, as he continues to thrust his dick into me until it's no longer rigid. Finally, he pulls back, letting it slide gently out of my sore, spent pussy.

Seth collapses onto me, his face coming to rest between my breasts, our chests heaving, my heart pounding just below his ear. I run my fingers through his soft, straw-colored hair, cradling his head in my arms, my legs wrapped around his torso. We lie there for a while, him drifting in and out of consciousness; me, staring up at the vast blanket of stars, the moon barely out of sight behind a line of towering pine trees. I close my eyes and inhale the scent of the woods around us: moss and dirt; lilac and pine; algae and anaerobic bacteria from the creek; the smell of our own sweat and secretions.

Seth stirs, breathing deeply and lifting his head to look at me, his eyes heavy with sleep. I gently scratch my fingernails over his stubble, pausing to caress his lips, still pink and swollen.

"So, what now?" I ask, hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" He slides his palm along my flank, pausing to swipe a finger along the side of my breast. I shiver.

"Well, you're here now, but for how long? You've spent the last two years abroad and four years before that in New York City; how long do I have you for?" My voice is even but conveys a twinge of reticent sadness that only he could distinguish.

Seth rises onto his forearms and gazes down at me with concern, resting his palm between my breasts, just above my heart. "Why would you assume that I have any plans to leave? They did give me a stipend when I got back from Nicaragua, but I wouldn't have moved all of my stuff back home if I'd made other plans. What's this really about?"

I feel the tears brimming and turn my face away.

"Dillon," he says, cupping my cheek in his palm. "Talk to me."

I blink and streams of tears escape from the outer corners of my eyes. I squeeze them shut. "I don't think I can take losing you again. Not now that I finally have you."

Seth leans down to kiss my eyes, cheeks and chin, gently lapping away some of the tears with his tongue. "Oh, Dillon. I'm sorry, but I had to stay away. What you said earlier about me growing up and distancing myself was only partially true. When I realized that I had feelings for you and that I wanted you – to have you, to be with you – I knew I had to avoid you, so I stopped coming home. What happened three years ago only made it clearer that I couldn't trust myself around you. I didn't think it was possible that you could feel the same way."

I open my eyes and turn to look at him, his expression pained and earnest.

"Maybe we're both crazy," he says, running his thumb across my bottom lip. I reach up my hand to cradle his cheek but instead, he turns and kisses my palm.

"So, does that mean you're staying?" I ask.

"If you want me to."

"But, what about work? And your degree?" I ask. "There's nothing here for you in Gainsville."

"There's something very important for me in Gainsville." He smiles, his gaze full of affection. "Besides, every town needs a Planner, and you only have one more year till graduation."

"Both of those are true statements," I say, chuckling. Seth kisses my neck and then starts to move downward, trailing over my collar bones, my breasts and my stomach until his face is perched directly above my raw, recently pummeled flesh.

"I'm not leaving you again, little sister," he says, guiding my legs apart.

"Promise?" I ask, staring into his lust-filled eyes.

"Promise."

Seth leans forward and once again unleashes his warm, unrelenting tongue on my pussy, devouring every inch of me, un-squeamish about our remaining, combined juices. I reach down and bury both of my hands in his thick, blonde hair. Crying out into the night, my voice echoing off the trees and boulders around us, I surrender myself to what feels most natural:

to my brother,

my lover,

my Seth.