The Need for Seed Ch. 04

I pushed back, standing up, leaving her on her back looking up at me from the sectional. I shoved the borrowed sweats down, kicked then off my feet. My cock sprung out, pointing away from me and slightly up, bouncing a couple times before freezing at attention. Meghan stared at it open mouthed.

I pulled off my T-shirt, to stand in front of my half-dressed sister entirely naked, completely aroused.

She looked puzzled. I heard a hint of whine. "How are you going to choke me standing up there?"

"Kneel here and I'll show you." I pointed to the edge of the seat, right in front of me.

She smiled, scrambling to her knees. She managed to keep the dress low enough that I still hadn't seen a hint of what was hidden. Once in position, my cock trembled inches from her mouth. Her voice was teasing. "This isn't what I meant."

I reached down to stroke her cheek before my hand settled at the back of her head. "Be a good sister and suck my cock. First we'll choke you my way, then we'll do it your way."

Her hand wrapped around the very base, near against my balls, to point the head at her lips. It began a slow pumping motion. "I like the way you think, bro."

Then my sister's full sexy lips wrapped around the head. I felt heat, slick moistness, and a tingling surge ran down my spine seeing her take my hard cock in her mouth again, after so many years and so much blame.

I let her move, fucking her mouth onto me. My hand rode along with her motions, stroking over the short stubble on the back of her neck that she kept buzzed below her long black hair. Small wet noises reached me as she pushed her mouth further down on me, taking the cock deeper with each plunge.

I felt the head bumping the back of her mouth. Each time it reached the entrance to her throat it stopped with another wet strained sound. The next time I slid in over her tongue and felt the soft impact I tensed my arm and held her head there with my hand, my cock against her throat. Her big beautiful eyes flashed up at me, wide, as I held her close against me.

My hand let her head pull back and she gasped in air around my wet shaft as I pushed her back down harder. The head of my cock wedged against the entrance to her throat. I felt her body jerk as she choked, saliva spraying out around her lips.

"Yeah, Sexy Sister. Choke on my cock. You like that."

She nodded, rubbing the sensitive head against the back of her mouth as she did. Another small push and she choked again, before my hand allowed her to ease back once more. A string of saliva stretched downward from her chin to her chest. I collected some with my free hand, roughly massaged the slickness into a pierced nipple, tugging and pinching it as I did.

She groaned around me. I held her in place and thrust. My sister coughed wetly around me before the head settled against her throat.

"Relax." I growled, knowing no one relaxed when told to in the midst of a stressful situation. I pushed in against her resisting inner entrance, stopping as I felt her gagging reflex begin. I held her there on the edge. Her breaths were labored through her nose, unable to force quite enough air in and out of her lungs.

Releasing her slippery tender nipple I pinched her nose closed. Both her hands came up to my thighs, trying and failing to push herself back enough to breath. Her eyes were wide with panic.

I held her place on me for a few breathless seconds. My cock pushed part way into her throat as she struggled. A choking cough forced precious air out of her lungs before I freed her nostrils and her head. My sexy sister fell back on the sectional, gasping.

My own breaths were ragged, my chest heaving as I stood above her. A long string of her spit dangled from my twitching head. I dropped down onto her, shoving her legs apart. I had to taste her.

My forehead pushed her dress up out of the way as my mouth found her shaved pussy. My naughty sister hadn't worn any panties under her dress when she invited her brother over to tell him she was going to pose nude for the World. She was soaked, fragrant, and delicious.

Her back arched up under me as I my lips latched on, followed immediately by her protest.

"No!" She still sounded short of air as her hands pushed at my head between her thighs. She forced more out between breaths. "I want. To. Show you."

I had forgotten about Sunrise and the strip show in my hunger for Meghan. I was now too close to see anything of the art, but I allowed her hands to push me back enough for her to twist away. She turned her body away from my sight, rolling over to hide her new design.

Realizing what she was doing, my hands helped her onto her belly, dress now bunched around her middle. Her firm athlete's ass was exposed and displayed to me. I pushed my self and my mouth again between her legs. Grabbing both lean hips, I pulled her onto my tongue, burying it in her wetness from behind.

"Oh shit. Fuck. Oh yes." Her ass pushed back at me, then clenched down into the cushion. I tasted, licked, sucked, flicked. When Meg clenched down I let her action lead my tongue over her rearward hole. She moaned.

I went crazy on her. Tongue and lips teased and tormented her front and rear as her hips' up and down motion changed to a tense quaking, the groan becoming a low, oscillating cry. Each tortured quake clenched her toned cheeks against me as her cry rose.

I climbed higher onto the sectional, straddling my sister's legs. I barely aimed my swollen head before I thrust it into her, seeing it disappear into the shadows below those round firm cheeks. I dropped my weight on my sister's back and fucked her tight wet pussy.

The quake became a rapid shaking and her cry bordered on a scream as I took her. My weight compressing her lungs, her struggles for air under me egged me on. One hand forced its way under her, found the place my slippery shaft worked in and out of her. My fingers stroked just above me there and immediately felt her tension redouble.

"Jesus. Michael. So much. So good." I felt her suck in air between each attempt to speak. Under my touch, my weight, and my thrusts, her quaking had turned to a rapid shaking, her body vibrating below me. It was time to give her what she wanted.

I rolled to one side, my arm around her pulling her with me. I continued to push into her, keeping my cock nearly buried as I spooned close behind her. My arm slid up. Her breaths had deepened when my weight stopped compressing her lungs, but caught when she felt my arm slip under her chin around her throat.

Earlier, in the laundry room, my sister had relaxed into me as soon as the choke was locked in. This time the response was the opposite. Meghan's strong lean frame went rigid. Muscles tensed to the point of spasm, a plucked string stretched too tight. She came.

Her cry was forlorn, lost. He ass pushed back hard against me as inner walls squeezed down tight on her invader. The shaking vibrations reached a crescendo, then ceased. Meghan fell limp. I relaxed the arm around her throat that I had not been fully aware I had been squeezing.

I held her gently from behind for the brief endless seconds until she started awake with a jolt. Her hand stroked along the arm still under her chin.

"Hi." She whispered. "Thank you."

I kissed the side of her head. "You are very welcome, sexy sister. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not at all. You rocked my world and then put me to sleep. I'm still in wonderland." She snuggled back against me, her hand still on my forearm. She did sound dreamy.

"Michael? Have you done that with anyone else? Choked them?" Her hand was still.

"No." I flexed my arm ever so slightly. "That was always something special, for us, to me."

Her hand resumed stroking my arm. I continued, but not before pushing my still very hard cock into her the little bit further I could. Meghan pushed back to help. My balls tightened up close, reminding me how near I had been to cumming inside my sister.

"Remember Susan?" I short, flirty redhead, she had been my first real girlfriend after high school, two years older than me. My sister's age.

"Oh yeah. Was I jealous of her!"

"Seriously?" I had no idea of Meghan's feelings toward me.

"Definitely. She just oozed sex while you walked around grinning like a guy getting regular action for the first time in his life. One time you brought her over to visit, she was wearing a short dress. I know you two had just had sex. I could see it in your eyes and I could smell it."

I started to lean into her, sliding in and out as she spoke. I rolled her back onto her stomach to pump deeper into her from behind. I released her neck to push myself up on my hands. "Susan introduced me to the term 'breath play.' She showed me a lot, but I would never put her in a choke hold. That was only something for the two of us."

"My god, Michael, that is so hot. You haven't cum yet, have you?" She shoved her ass back and up toward my thrusts.

"Not yet. But it won't be long." Tingling tightness ran continually up and down my spine, connecting the base of my skull and my balls sucked close under me.

My sister twisted to look back at me over her shoulder. "Can you hold it? I have plans for that load."

"A little while. You're a fucking turn-on, Megs." I slowed my motions to a pace I knew I could, I hoped, hold back. I tried not to appreciate the perfect curve of her breasts where they pushed outward underneath her. "Try not to wiggle this hot ass so much though."

She squealed when my open hand smacked it loudly as if for emphasis, wiggling her hips in response. I smacked her ass cheek again, leaving four more red fingers on a larger red palm. A twinge up the length of my cock reminded me how close to cumming I was. I slowed down more.

"You are close, huh?"

"Very." It was hard to talk. A growing part of my brain was beginning to scream at me to just grab the incredible ass below me and pump into her until I exploded.

"Good. Pull out, Michael." She pushed her hips away from me and my cock slipped from her. Quickly, she threw one leg over as she rolled onto her back, again displaying those beautiful breasts capped with cartoon-perfect pierced nipples. I prepared to push back between her legs when she sat up beside before regaining her feet. I turned to face me sister, looking up at her as I sat on the low furniture.

Meghan looked so unbelievably sexy to me then. Tight red dress bunched rounded her waist, breasts heaving with each deep breath. Her eyes were wild, her full lips parted. The filtered light from the spa could not quite illuminate the shadowy area between her thighs, where I had so recently been happily buried.

She hooked her thumbs into the top of the dress, just below and outside her tits. She inched it down, resuming her strip tease.

"You know, brother," Her voice was low, seductive. "What I wanted to do when Susan walked in in that little dress smelling like sex?"

I shook my head, my eyes locked on her hands and the dress.

"I wanted to throw the little slut down and suck your cum right out of her pussy."

"Uhh!" My hips bucked involuntarily. I saw my sister's eyes widen and I followed their line of sight. A large drop of milky precum had formed on my cock's very tip.

Meghan dropped immediately to her knees and wrapped her mouth around me, sucking. I only had time to groan and thrust up into her mouth once before she was gone. She savored the morsel with her tongue as she stood.

"Michael, do you have any idea what your fucking seed does to me?" She was panting hard. I remembered how she had spun around to suck in my cum in MegNz four years ago.

I shook my head. "Tell me."

She smiled at that. "It's true though. I am obsessed with it. I always have been. I can't help it. Knowing it was inside Susan, I wanted to take it back from the bitch who had stolen the one man I loved. I can't remember not wanting you, brother, not needing to taste you, rub you into my tits and belly.

"As badly as I wanted you to fuck me after the Grand Opening, I needed your seed in my mouth more. That's why I pulled off of you the second time, when I rode you on the floor that night. One taste wasn't enough. I had to have my brother's essence on my tongue, in my belly again. Am I sick, Mike?"

Not since wet dreams as a youngster had I been so close to exploding in orgasm without any physical touch at all. My head spun and my heart raced. I tried to speak coherently.

"Sick? No. Incredibly sexy and irresistible, yes. I thought you pulled me out because you were scared I'd get you pregnant." I was going to continue telling her I'd actually gotten a vasectomy shortly after that incident, because of my fear over how close I did come to potentially getting her pregnant. Instead, her reaction shut me up in surprise.

When I mentioned getting her pregnant, my sister's eyebrows came together and her jaw dropped open wide. One hand slid between her legs as her eyes squeezed shut. She moaned. Her hips pushed forward and back over her hand. He eyes snapped back open, intent and wild and locked on mine.

"Oh god. Fuck fuck fuck. Please don't mention your seed in my belly, Michael. If I think about you getting me preg...Fuck! No, that's way too hot."

She brought her hand up to her mouth, sucking her juices from the fingers as her feet did a little nervous dance, like a kid having to pee. She blew out a long focussing breath and returned her hands to her dress. I watched them push the fabric down.

"You need to see this now, Michael. Right now."

She didn't stop until the dress was low on her belly, imitating the line of hip-hugger jeans. I could see Sunset. It did look like the top half of a globe surrounded by whisper fine diaphanous clouds. The low spa light his finer details.

Her hands pushed the dress lower, uncovering my sister's art and body. Once the dress reached her thighs, her hands released it and it fell to her feet. She was completely exposed standing before me.

'Sunset' was most certainly not a sunset or a sunrise. The half circle was not what it seemed. If you need to know every detail, the magazine is available now, or google it. It's worth it. I will tell what I saw that night, in the filtered flickering light.

I drank in my sister's tight firm body, naked and displayed for me. I was suddenly so nervous I couldn't breath. The spell broke when her eyes flicked downward. Again, I followed them. This time, my eager cock had leaked a milky blob that was now running down the underside of my swollen head.

What everyone assumed to be the top half of a circle on Meghan's flat ripped belly was really the more rounded end of a large vaguely alien egg. The clouds were not clouds at all, but frilly fleshy layers peeled back as the egg began to push out of her body. The peeled layers suggested the petals of a flower or the leaves of a sensual head of exotic cabbage at least as much as her flesh.

It was disturbing and attractive at once. A hugely powerful image of fertility. The more pointed end of the egg, aimed downward, disappeared where her pussy began. Anything entering her would be pushing up into the huge symbolic ovum. My sister's hands stroked the egg.

"You inspired this, Michael. You and my need for you. My egg craving your seed. My belly begging for you inside."

I stood up, inches from her. Overwhelmed, I could not speak. Her eyes followed my stiff cock as I moved. Our faces close, our breaths shallow, rapid and simultaneous, we both watched her fingers reach me and gather my discharge. Her thumb milked the underside for more. I shuddered at the combined sensation and view, added to the idea of how my sister craved it.

Her palm and fingers slicked my precum over the egg, massaging my seed into her belly. My mouth found hers. She pulled me close, grinding the length of her body against mine. Her arms wrapped tight over my shoulders, standing high on her toes. I felt my slippery cock head squeezed between her thighs, against her slick opening.

She pulled back from our kiss. "I need you now. Please give it to me. Fill me with your seed."

I scooped her up and turned, lowering her to the cushions. Her legs went wide in welcome as I knelt between them and felt their smooth skin wrap around me. My balls were drawn in almost painfully tight as I positioned my head between her open lips, aimed to thrust up into her egg. Her slick welcome blended with my flowing precum as my tip nuzzled deeper.

I pushed into her snug velvet splendor with a groan, deep and guttural. Her body and her new egg opened enough to swallow me. A grin split her face as her eyes filled with love.

"Yes, Michael. Love me. Fuck me. Oh god, pump me full of your seed!"

I thrust into her hard. Watching myself vanish into her, the flat belly beneath the egg swelled with my penetration. I could see the deep entrance of my cock head bulging her skin outward, filling the erotic ovum. My cock inside my sister, my seed inside her egg. I pounded into her, into it, then held my groin in tight to hers, as deep as I could go. The egg swelled up from her belly, flat no longer. The powerful image of fecundity triggered my release.

I roared at the dark sky as my balls released their flood. Powerful streams of cum filled the egg as an inner roaring fill my ears and brain.

"Fuck yes! That's it, baby. Fill your sister's belly with your precious seed." The egg and my sister squeezed in on me, her second climax crashing over her as I pumped deep inside, filling her need for my seed. Feeling in myself a need fulfilled I had never fully recognized.

I wrenched my eyes from the sky to take in all of my sister, finally my lover, as she writhed in pleasure on my still pumping cock. My cock swelling her belly and the egg, filling her with what she so craved.

I collapsed on top of her, thoughtless, breathless, spent. She held me bound tight in arms and legs, kissing my face almost frantically.

End Part 4

Chapter 5: A confession, a lesson and a good soaking.