Revelation Ch. 02

In a few minutes my brother lashed at the flat of my tongue with his, as if he needed the taste of my taste buds, which opened and released copious juices for my brother, who hungrily, sloppily drank my fluid like a thirsty dog. I kept humping on his crotch with appreciation. My brother reciprocated with sexy, suppressed moans, which took the degree of my arousal to the next level.

Inspired by my brother's languid exploration of my oral orifice, I invented a generous way of giving him my tongue for his enjoyment. I loosened my tongue inside his mouth, relaxed it, made my oral digit extremely soft -- despite the state of that ecstatic thrill -- and embraced his tongue with all my softness like a baby octopus. It was my brother's first taste of a girl's tongue, and I wanted him to find it sweet and sexy.

At every point, my brother proved that he was gentle, idyllic, and persistent in enjoying the taste of anything I offered from my feminine bounties; he would go for a piece of my feminine flesh forever, without expecting the next, while I had so much to give him. An orgasm began to flap its wings inside the different parts of my body, especially inside my pussy, around my clitoris and g-spot, inside my breasts, along my thickened nipples, in the fluttering of my anus. I increased the friction of my pantied cunt against his crotch and moved my breasts to and fro on his chest. In response, he increased his suction on my supple tongue. His sucking was eager, but not brutal, although I would not have minded a little brutality at that height of my arousal.

Soon my brother made a guttural sound, his whole body jerked under me, he clasped me around my back, crashing my smothered breasts on his chest. He was sucking my juicy tongue and drinking from it like a wayward camel which had got an oasis after long wandering.

It was too much for my over-sexed brother. Hot wetness seeped through his jeans and touched my naked thighs. At first I thought it was my own secretion. Robert had relaxed his grip on my mouth and slumped his head languidly on my neck. A few seconds had elapsed when he gazed at me timidly; his sex on which I was vigorously sawing my loins dumped a little. I needed time to understand that my brother had an orgasm, while still fully clothed, only sucking his sister's sexy tongue and drinking its juices.

My brother's sunken face was cute and boyish. He must've had thought he'd fuck my brains out and brought me five or six orgasms before he enjoyed his virgin life's first climax. His crestfallen eyes rekindled my maternal feel for him. If in such a moment he ever called me mother, or mom, I'd have an orgasm. Only thinking of him calling me mom opened the new gates in the well in my nether parts which held my pussy juices, whose new waves seeped through my sodden panties. Raising my head, looking at him admiringly, I smiled at him protectively. My aim was to inject some spirit into him. He grinned heartily. I fell in love with him once again.

"Thank you, Sis," he said.

"For what?" I quipped.

I sat in front of his adoring eyes and took off my t-shirt. In an attempt to bind my hair in a ball, I showed him my armpits. I had been dying to show him the red wisps under my arms since the beginning of this debauchery when I knew how much had he been thrilled by a strand of my pubic hair. I was by now covered in a thin sheet of perspiration. My brother was greedily breathing in my air. The atmosphere was hot, humid, and sexy.

"For what?" I asked again, sexily thrusting out my heavy, bra-covered breasts.

"For a very un-sisterly kiss," he said.

"What kind of kiss was it, Stud?" I said, beckoning my brother's lust-filled eyes with my delicate arms.

"Grand-motherly."

I stuck out my tongue in mock indignation. My intention was to show him my tongue, all of it, which he'd so ravenously loved. I opened my legs and showed him how sodden my panties were. I tilted my head and kissed him sloppily.

"A brief sisterly kiss," I said, releasing his lips.

I began to undress my brother. He had an orgasm. I had none. My impatience to take my brother's cock into my pussy was killing me. "Be a man, little bro," I said. "Your sister will undress you."

I took off my brother's shirt. Two tiny, red nipples stuck out through netted black hair from his chest. I touched them with the tip of my finger. I wetted my finger in my mouth and touched his left nipple with it. I twisted his nipple, swiveling my finger across his areole. My brother moaned in pleasure. He gazed at me with a lustful smile.

"Thank you sis," he said. "Everything you do is perfect. It was beyond my imagination that you will do all these for me?"

"What am I doing, Mister?" I said, pinching his nipple. I flushed my bra-covered breasts at him, and looked at him raising my sex-laden eyes. My brother was enjoying his elder sister's naughty action and I couldn't but opened my thighs and showed him the wetness on my panties, which beckoned at him with my obscene movement.

"You are bringing me hundred dreams, sis. I'm dreaming this moment, but this dream is more than reality. I can savor your scent, I'm getting your touch. I can look at you. Ah, Anja, if only you knew, how beautiful you are."

My eyes filled in tears hearing my brother's sentiment. We had never been this intimate It came over to me that love in arousal is the deepest of all love. I jumped onto Robert and kissed him, full mouth, wetting his face, eyes, and temple with the saliva of my aroused body, searching for sensation in the corners of his lips, in the grooves of his eyes. "You are a very, very bad brother, Robert." I sobbed. "To make your sister cry like this."

Robert took my face in his hands and gazed at my tearful eyes. "Such sparkling eyes none have ever seen," he said, and kissed my eyes. My body shook with an inside tremor as Robert drank my hot tears, searching more on the lids and corners of my closed eyes with his burning tongue. It was an unbelievably mature act. My brother was rapidly turning into an experienced lover without even experiencing his cock inside a girl's vagina.

I was shaking visibly. With love and lust, my brother made me so hot that I could hardly wait to take his cock in my aching girlhood. I unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans with his underwear along his robust thighs. In front my hungry, aroused eyes was my brother's naked body. In his nakedness, my brother was the most handsome man I could ever imagine; his muscles were toned like a shiny steal-wall against sunlight. I had no patience to look at the rest of his handsome feature since my eyes were glued to the sight of the sexiest cock in our entire white race.

It was not yet very fully hard. A glob of his semen was losing shape through a sieve made by a bunch of his pubic hair at the upper base of his large sack. I had never tasted a man's semen. Yet new supply of fluid welled up in my mouth at the site of the white cream of my brother's discharge. Throbbing against gravity, against the shame of being naked in front of his sex-hungry sister, his cock was steadily raising its bulbous head, the size of a ripe peach. My nipples, my clitoris, the lips of my pussy flapped, as I hungrily stared at his rising manhood.

"Your dazzling eyes," my brother explained the cause of stir in his manhood.

My fingers trembled as I went to hold it with my right hand. I feared it'd be no more there if my wicked hand touched it. That moment it was the most precious thing in my world. It agitated with some spasmic jolts as my hand surrounded it and my girlish palm lodged on the rear side. The wet patches of his orgasm felt soothing under my burning palm.

Robert gazed at his sister's loving hand encircling his agitated organ as I tried and failed to touch the longer of my fingers with my thumb around it. His face got new hues of pleasure as I tightened my grip around his fuck-organ.

The feel inside my body was beyond description. I felt like falling on him and eating his angry organ raw, cutting the hard meat with my sharp teeth. I became a wicked, sex-crazed woman at the touch of my brother's virile sex. I could no more endure my bra and panties on me. I wanted to show him how every moment my nipples and my clitoris and my cunt-lips were lurching and churning as his cock kept distending in my fist.

I unhooked my bra with my left hand and threw it away. My encaged breasts dived into freedom with a few jiggles.

Robert was not ready to see his sister's breasts so early. He was dumbfounded at their liveliness and beauty. My nipples had a tapered shape. They stood hard and were pointed toward him.

"See baby, look at your sister's naked breasts to your heart's content." I encouraged Robert.

A clear pool of pre-cum dropped on my index finger from the opening of his penis which stood up inside my caressing fist. I gathered the rest of the oozing pre-cum from his cock-head with my thumb and smeared it around his cock's sensitive underside.

"Anja baby," Robert said. "I can't wait any more?"

"So can't I," I said. "Very soon you will fuck your sister."

"No, sis. I didn't mean it. I said I can't wait to touch your breasts. I have never seen anything so beautiful. I can't tell you how much it thrills me to know that these heavenly orbs belong to my own sister, who cares about me."

Robert didn't wait for my permission. He leaned toward me and took each of my breasts in his each hand. My toes curled in electric shock at the confident touch of my brother around my globes of pleasure. I tightened my grip around his cock and my torso convulsively tilted toward him. I kissed Robert as he adroitly dabbed my nipples into my areoles with his thumbs.

"You sexy man," I cooed into his right ear and took his ear inside my mouth and sucked on it.

"You made me sexy, Anja," Robert said. "I knew nothing about sex. I never thought I could be so confident with it. If it were another girl, I would slump with naivety. But with my sister, I feel at home. I feel spirited. It seems so natural to explore sex with you, Sis."

"You are welcome, Baby," I said.

Robert was exploring my breasts like two hills of precious treasure inside a mysterious cave under the sea. He was measuring them against his hands, weighing them up again and again, and pulling them down to see how they defy the gravity. I made a mistake not having let him fuck me for my orgasm. Had I done it, I could have savored his exploring ministration of my sensitive gourds for long time. Every time he clasped them for his pleasure, my breasts sent electric shocks to the door of my passion inside which a blind, protracted orgasm was trying to detonate itself.

The state of my clitoris was miserable. From so much friction against my silken panties, it was almost sore. I could no more wait for the final act, the long craved fuck, the forbidden act between siblings. Yet his adoration of my body was so good and tempting that I could not ask him to abandon the heavenly foreplay for penetrating my pussy tearing my panties with his formidable boy-cock, which was by now as hard as a polished ramrod. My brother was taking advantage of his orgasm while I was facing a too-pleasant dilemma.

"Baby, I need to cum," I said, huskily, into my brother's ear. The bastard seemed content with my breasts. I had never known a boy's hands could be so agile, so artistic while touching a woman's tits. Every millimeter of my breasts got at least one bout of adoring rubdown from my brother's hands and fingers, now shaking them to and fro, now pressing inward, then squeezing them onto one another, then pulling the entire globes, then pulling only the nipples, then twisting them, then pinching them. Any man would have put his mouth on them by now. I wondered why he hadn't done it yet. Later on, he said that he craved to suck them and he had to fight with himself not to do so, because he was so charmed with their beauty that his desire to enjoy their sight was much stronger.

Unfortunately for him, I did not allow him to manipulate my large breasts for a long time. I wouldn't have said what I said, pulling his face holding his hair with my free hand, if I had known his mind: "You bastard, a woman's breasts are not meant only to be kneaded like a baker's dough but also to be sucked, as a child does his mother's when she suckles him. You must kiss her nipples, chew them like chocolate candies, or she will kick your butts and never again you will be allowed near her naked self."

My outburst was not as much from anger as it was from frustration. A woman is supposed to be enduring in a game of sex. But I failed my natural temperament because I was so much in happiness that I could endure it no more without bursting off with a clitoral climax.

"It's sexy hearing you call me bastard," my brother said and laughed heartily.

I felt good, but slightly repentant, for being unnecessarily harsh. I forced a smile which ultimately turned into convulsive hilarity. Still holding a fistful of his lush black hair, I drew his face onto my one breast. The bridge of his nose crashed my nipple.

My brother did not need any more encouragement. Half of my left breast was inside his devouring mouth. God gifted me two large orbs; otherwise he would have swallowed the entire of it. He was mauling the other breast very unkindly as he kept sucking on the one inside his mouth. So powerful was his suction that a thin vapor seemed to be milked from my aroused nipple.

"Suck, brother, suck your sister's breasts. Suck them as if you are sucking your mother's tits."

My brother's mouth became more possessive. I knew I would cum soon. I did what I thought I'd do in the future, not in our first copulation. I took his free hand and drove it inside my sodden panties. I wanted him to finger-fuck me before the suppressed orgasm barking inside my body erupted shattering my sexual entity.

My brother attacked my other breast with his mouth with wilder fervor. This time he ravished my entire breast for several minutes and then concentrated on my nipple. The bastard's -- as it was with my brother, the word 'bastard' kicked my sexual nerves every time I thought or pronounced it -- lips had not appeared so strong when he kissed my lips. My fragile nipple was crashed between his lips which he tightened into two miniature cocks in arousal; at least it seemed so to my brazen nerves.

Knowing how much he'd like my thicket, I moved his wide palm on my entire garden, making him feel every strand separately, pushing his fingers against the ringlets of my curly pubic bush. I enjoyed his manly palm and fingers raking my orchard and guided his two fingers so that they held my entire clitoral dune between them. With my other hand I re-took in my grip his hard penis which had slipped out of my hand in the beginning of euphoria brought by his slobbery suckling of my breasts.

Pairing both the acts like a solemn harmony, his cock in my fist and my clitoris between his fingers, I said hotly in his ear, "Honey, you must know that what you have taken between your fingers is your sister's clitoris. It is my feminine replica of your manhood but unlike your manhood which stands for your power and strength, my clitoris is tiny and weak, but it surpasses everything, even your mighty king-cock, in passion. You must understand your sister's clitoris before you wish to fuck her."

My brother snapped at the tip of my clitoris with the tip of his finger, generating electric shocks in my body that seemed to set fire on the wisps in my armpits. He was still chewing on my nipple, now gently, as if trying to cure the soreness engendered by his previous mad attack on it. I left his hand inside my panties to explore my femininity at his own will.

I drowned my free right hand in the mass of his black hair and stroked it, raking and combing, with maternal tenderness, as I enjoyed his lips' and tongue's worship of my sensitive nipple, wet with his hot saliva. "I'm yours, Robert," I whispered into his ear. "I'm yours to love and fuck."

My brother's hand inside my panties palmed my pussy and clitoris, groping the entire cunt-mound with his fist. The entire region was sloppy and slippery like the surface of a swamp, so much wet was I with my hot secretion. He was enjoying the soft feel of my labia against his palm.

"Put a finger along the slit," I urged into his ear.

My brother was an obedient lover. His finger did not stay along my long slit for long, but dumped a few millimeters across my unfurled labia. I knew how soft I felt against his finger. He invited more fingers to worship the soft touch of my pussy. I groaned as one finger found its way along the tunnel of my love hole.

Scared, my brother withdrew, disheartening me. But I was consoled soon as he began to separate my lips with his fingers. "Incredible, Sis," he said releasing my nipple from his mouth. "I have never known this thing could be so soft. I have seen it in print, but never any pussy seemed to be capable of so soft."

"This usually is not," I said, pushing simultaneously my cunt against his hand and my other breast into his open mouth. "Even mine was never so soft, baby. It's only because of you. It's soft because it's got your loving touch. A girl wants his man's adoration. The more worshipping are your touches, the softer is her pussy for you. I'm soft because I'm as horny as no girl has ever thought of. I myself have never thought a girl's arousal could be this intense, this ecstatic. Now shove one finger inside and explore the passage with it as you would like to do with your cock when in good time it will take place of your finger. I'll be in heaven."

My brother began to finger-fuck my over-aroused pussy. After several minutes, he was fucking me with three fingers. He was sucking my breasts, one at a time, toggling from one to another at right moments. I was nearing the gate of heaven. The long-suppressed orgasm will erupt. It'll not burn Pompei. It'll baptize my brother's fingers. Aha, how happy I was.