The Other Brother

"I wanna lick your clit, roll over."

Tricia flipped over, scooting backwards up the couch. She spread her legs wide, one over the edge of the sofa onto the floor. The other onto the high back, her heel digging into the soft furnishing. She thrust her hips up to meet Pete's hand, her breasts rocking back and forth.

Pete moved down between her legs and licked his lips. Her pussy was beautiful and wet and the smell of her drew him closer to her clit. He thrust two fingers into her hot pussy again and extended his tongue, flicking it over her hardened bud and she cried out, pushing herself onto his face. He pulled his fingers from within her and she cried out again, this time in protest, but only until he prised her cunt open and thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy. Alternating between her clit, her hole and slipping his tongue down between her ass cheeks, Pete had finally found his ideal heaven.

"Fuck Pete, I'm coming. I'm coming don't stop, please don't stop."

Pete kept up the assault on her pussy not pausing as she spurted hot juice into his face, not stopping as she tensed, screaming his name over and over. She reached down and pushed his face off her now sensitive clit, she was panting and there was a sexy flush to her cheeks and chest.

Pete crawled up over her and planted a kiss on her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist pulling him on top of her. His now hard dick was nestled between her damp pussy lips, the head tucked nicely between the crack of her arse.

"Oh yeah that feels good," he mumbled.

Tricia reached down between them and grasped his sensitive cock in her hand.

"Ooh now that feels good too!"

She tugged at him until his glans was at the entrance to her wet pussy. She rubbed it up and down, brushing him against her clit. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"Fuck me Pete...fuck me hard."

Pete steadied himself above her and waited until she had brought his cock down to her pussy. He tensed and thrust himself deep into her tight wet cavern. Her eyes and mouth flew open in surprise and she cried out as she felt the full length and breadth of him buried to the hilt within her cavity. She tightened her legs around his waist, bringing her hips up to his and grabbed hold of her nipples in her hands and tweaked and pulled on them as Pete built up a steady rhythm.

Tricia lay back playing with her breasts, holding them for him to lean down and nibble on.

"Ooh yeah Pete, that's it. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me harder baby, I can take it. I'm a fucking whore. Just fill me with your cum Pete, fuck me."

Tricia was in a daze and Pete could see that she wasn't far from coming again. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up over his shoulders and thrust himself deeper into her. She cried out and clung to his arms as he thrust harder into her pussy until he felt his own orgasm once again, rise at full throttle.

"I'm gonna come Tricia," he gasped.

Tricia reached down between her legs and started thrashing her clit. As Pete felt his life force leave him for the second time that night he felt Tricia's pussy walls tighten around his wilting cock, squeezing and milking him as she too came again.

Her legs fell away from him and he lay across her, listening to her heart beat madly in her chest. They were both covered in perspiration and Pete could feel himself get drowsy. Tricia was stroking his shoulders lightly with her fingertips and Pete nestled himself onto her breasts, every now and then flicking his tongue out to taste her nipple.

"Pete?" she asked.

"Mmmm?" he murmured.

"Do you want to fuck again?"

Pete felt the blood rush from his head to his cock and he experienced a moment of dizziness.

"Again? Really?" he stammered.

Tricia giggled, "Yeah it was fun. I'd love to do it again."

She looked so eager and excited that Pete was overwhelmed.

"Anytime you want to," he said firmly.