The Things You Make Me Feel Ch. 05

That previous discomfort Ellie had felt was gone now. She was seriously lubricated for her brother, and resting her ass on his thighs marked the highlight of her seductive undulating. Since Oliver's girth compelled the lips of her pussy to part in a way they had never, it applied some down-force on her clit, and now every time her ass hit his lap, her button was better stimulated. Her white bikini bottom was occasionally getting in the way, but it only added heat to this scorching-hot fuck.

"Fuck, yesssss," she hissed melodically, her eyes heavy with sex, slow-bobbing on that thick boner. "Oh, fuck..."

"I still can't believe this is happening," Oliver pondered, meeting his sister's ass with gentle strokes and enjoying her sensual cusses. "That's Ellie I'm inside of. Ellie." He sucked on her hard nipple and moaned around it when he bottomed out, loving her sexy whimpers. "She's so fucking hot... she's unbelievable."

Ellie threw her head backward with a low-pitched moan as she shut her eyes at the ceiling while increasing the tempo. She clamped her brother's head between her plentiful breasts and rode him with a purpose while he was licking the sex off her bosom. She could feel his vein's occasional pant as his dick glided in and out of her harder and swifter, making her groan like a beast. Her wet channel soared all the way up his shaft, flashing the underside of his glans, before swallowing him up the hilt in famine.

Her butt bounced lightly on his thighs when his bucking hips countered her downward strokes. Her pointy nipples kept taunting his lips and tongue with every rise and fall of her bony frame. Her bikini bottom got tangled with her succulent cunt-lip as that thick cock was skewering her vagina, and heat was radiating from her fiery pussy to the rest of her when beads of sweat began forming on her bosom and the sculpted globes of her ass.

"Ohhh... ohhh... b-baby... ahhh..."

She reached down to their joining and stroked the base of his wet rod while heaving on top of him, studying his girth. She couldn't avoid it. He was so big and thick inside her, and she found it so arousing to know that he was stretching her around him, molding her, permanently shaping his sister to contours of his strong manhood. And he was so hard for her, inside her, so slick with her desire. Undulating slowly and sensually, she passed her fingertips across her puffy labia, learning how stretched they were, pulled so tightly around her bro's muscle that was crammed so deep in the sopping passage of her femininity.

"Ellie, baby..." Oliver gasped at her breasts.

"Oliver..." she responded with a lustful whimper, her brother impaling her more urgently and smiting her G-spot. "God help me, you feel sooo good..."

He seized the back of her neck like a thug and forced his violent kiss on her.

"Oliver!"

Ellie tried whimpering into his mouth, overwhelmed by his brutality, though she had only herself to blame, and she knew it. She had set out to make him desperate for her. From the second she had mounted him, she was doing everything in her power to drive him insane. She could see the damage her eyes were inflicting on him every time she batted her eyelashes in coyness. Her sacrilegious whimpers while fucking him with her snug little pussy weren't helping her case either, but she didn't want to stop, and now she needed to pay for that. And pay for that she was, as he brother was defiling her mouth in one obscene kiss.

Ellie had no choice but to take his tongue down her throat as Oliver was unleashing his frustration and lust. Her mouth was essentially being raped, but she knew he had to unload. She got him too pent up, and now she needed to weather the storm. She hadn't thought it through though. His aggression and yearn for her were making her a little pent up herself, and even though she knew it would only make him crazier, she was dying to rip through that mouth back.

Ten seconds of passiveness were enough for Ellie. He should have known better than to strike a woman. Her tongue started wrestling her brother's back until she claimed the upper hand and was penalizing his mouth severely for that outburst. His cock needed to be disciplined, as well. She tightened her vagina and rippled on top of him so painfully slowly, her slit smothering his swollen vein and rubbing his skin in utter idleness. She made every inch feel like eternity. Serves him right for attacking her like that, whether she had meant for him to or not.

The crawling pace of her cunt was not to her brother's liking. Ellie rubbed him so slothfully that he could feel every drop of goo on the elastic flesh of her sex, and it was torturous since his sensitive glans could feel too much of her, but at the same time, it was too slow for him to come. There was an ideal pace for a pussy to stroke a dick, and this wasn't it. There needed to be an equilibrium between sentience and pace. A pussy needed to work a cock slowly but with enough speed that ejaculation would be made possible.

Oliver's cum was ground to a halt at the bottom third of his shaft, oscillating back and forth on a two-inch turf, going neither here nor there, completely at his sister's mercy. A couple of times he pulled her down quickly, desperate for some speed, but Ellie retaliated by sitting still on him, accommodating all of his length, and provoking him with subtle contractions of her womanhood. She would decide when it was enough.

Regretfully, he was forced to fuck her in that sluggish tempo until she finally decided that her point had been made and that it was time to bring this lovemaking to its combustible end. With an acute swing of her booty, she was back whimpering while humping her brother in a pace that should make them orgasm in no time at all.

Oliver clasped the sensual dimples of his sister's waist when his cum began the slow climb. His mouth kept trying to snare her hard nipples as she heaved more urgently, obsessed with sex. Ellie felt the maiden pulses of his cock and put a rush on her pussy in reply. She was moving much harder on him now, hips rolling, her cunt bending his dick to and fro unapologetically. Her stomach and breasts kept collecting sweat off his abdomen, and her orgasm was building in her kitten like a bubble, just waiting for the first spurt of his cum to burst.

Their collective pants and gasps filled the room as the violent swings of Ellie's pussy threatened to break in two that brawny muscle inside it. Oliver wrapped his arms around her and fastened his clutch to keep that from happening since she was genuinely hurting him. Forced to slither against his toned body, Ellie employed her back-arch for the last time and worked her tight ass, thumping her mons against his abs before drawing her sweaty heinie backwards and hitting him again.

"Oliver, I love you so much," she whimpered, her heart exploding in her chest from his presence, her cunt in a similar predicament.

"I love you too, Ellie," he gasped with no less yearn, the throbs of his dick and heart synchronized.

Ellie wasn't sure she could wait for him any longer. Her aching pussy had long made the room reek of her musky excitement, and her quakes could not be restrained anymore. She was dangerously close to overcooking her cunt. She had to orgasm, or she would die.

"Can I come on your cock now, baby," she mewled, her bubble aching to burst. "Please let me come... it hurts..."

"Come for me, beautiful," he gasped before lapping the sweat off her perfect breast. "Let me feel you."

"Thank you..."

Her pussy soared up his manhood for the grand finale, lingering up top, before Ellie ground his dick all the way down, punctuating her bubble of cum.

"Oh my god, here it comes... it's... FUCKKKKK!!!" she keened at his neck as her body went stiff, her orgasm washing over her, touched by the hand of god. "OLIVERRRRRR! I'm coming!!! I'm c-comingggggg..."

Ellie wasn't lying. She was coming and was coming hard, worming on her brother while rinsing his dick in her rich fluids. Her bubble of cum burst like a piñata, hitting whatever in its path, and her eyes were flooded with tears, just like the night before. She couldn't fathom why it was happening, but her brother was giving her too powerful orgasms, making her peak in tears.

"Come now, babyyyyyyy!" Ellie instructed in a mad whimper, as if her pussy could make him spout on demand. "If you don't come inside me now, then you don't love me..."

"Ellie, I love you more than anything..."

"Then show me! I wanna feel you throbbing..."

Oliver would have busted in her cunt a minute ago if she hadn't attempted at snapping his dick in two with her violent sways; nevertheless, the combined force of her gushing pussy and her dirty-talk left him no other choice.

"Oh shit... I'm... ELLIE!" Bathing in his sister's lavish cum, Oliver went off like a firework, holding Ellie down while bucking his hips for the deepest seeding possible. "OH MY GOD!" he cried out, unable to mask his emotions, while shooting into his sister's spasmodic womanhood.

"FUCK YES!" Ellie screamed and squirmed, her brother's jizz coating her inner pink. "Fill me up, Oliver! Don't you fucking dare to stop!"

Oliver, by nature, was fairly restrained when culminating. He would rarely moan or even speak. Aside from gasping with eyes going wide, there wasn't much going on in there, but he was hard-pressed to contain himself at the sight of his big sister going asylum-crazy in his arms. Ellie was out of control, clenching her vagina on his dick and fighting his embrace with ferocious writhing. It was simply a too powerful climax.

He gasped in rapture while his sister was taking his sizable load into her, her massive breasts mashed against him. She was so beautiful in his eyes: her long blond hair streaming down her back; her blue, misty eyes trickling tears; her insanely hot bod contorting in bliss... she was a drop-dead gorgeous nymph, and she was his. His, and his alone.

"Ellie, you're so beau—"

She slapped her lips on his and pumped out his spit along with his semen. She was determined to drain her brother. Whatever fluids he possessed, he would be signing them over to her, and she was leaving him no choice in the matter. Their kiss was so powerful, as powerful as their joint orgasm. Ellie flooded his mouth, just like she was immersing his cock, and Oliver was as eager as his sister, filling up her mouth and pussy in ecstasy.

As the last of his baby seeds were dumped inside his sister's prime womb, the shudders of Ellie's figure were dying down, and neither was coming anymore. Even though the vaginal action had ceased, the oral one was still proving itself more than sustainable, and the loving dance of their tongues didn't seem to want to end. It was a different kiss though: slow, tender, and caring. No volatile bursts of erratic emotions; no obscene nibbles and lustful gasps. Only love was being wired from one mouth to the other as they were tenderly stroking and kissing in this sweaty tangle.

Oliver pulled away minutes later with a gentle suck of his sister's lips, his body and heart still uneasy. Similarly to her brother, Ellie was finding it difficult to settle back down. Every time he made her come, it was ripping her body apart. Her muscles were so sore from her writhing, and the contractions were destroying her cunt. Those orgasms should be outlawed, she thought. No woman should have to go through this. Staring into his brown eyes, a disturbing gust began swirling inside Ellie. The more she stared the more power she was feeding it. She was trying to contain it, but it had already crossed the point of no-return.

"Are you okay?" Oliver asked softly, noting the grayish tint of the storm in her eyes.

"Excuse me..."

"What? Where are you going?"

Ellie disengaged, leaking the mingle of their cum into her bikini bottom, and made haste to the bathroom in tears while her brother remained seated, mystified by her flee.

***

Oliver was lounging on the sofa in the living room, trying his hardest to concentrate on the movie he was watching. It'd been close to two hours since Ellie had escaped him to the bathroom, and she hadn't come down since. His gut instinct told him that she would like to be left alone.

He had taken a shower in the other bathroom, changed into the comfort of his sweat pants and blue tank and had gone downstairs. He'd spent an hour on the phone with Michela and Alice, making sure his daughter was okay with them spending the weekend apart and was impressed by her mature approach to the matter, especially after the night before. Michela was determined to conquer her fears. The 5-star deluxe retreat had probably something to do with it though.

His mother had enticed her with the promise of a spa and all the ice-cream she could want, and his father had made similar promises regarding clothes and toys. He couldn't deny that his parents were making inroads with his daughter. They were very attached to her and preferred her company above all else, and Michela felt the very secure around them.

It was a bitter-sweet phone call for Oliver. Never had he spent a night apart from his daughter, let alone two. He was afraid for her, even if he knew she was in the best of hands. It was a luxury to have such amazing parents really. His folks would take her everywhere they went, and it was giving him the opportunity to have some time to do incredible things, such as... his gorgeous sister. At least he was hoping he would still get to do her.

With a blank stare at the TV and a beer in his hand, a familiar clack jerked him out of his head. It was the sound of his sister strutting in high heels, he knew. He set his gaze at the staircase and watched Ellie climbing down in an outfit that made him want to tear her clothes off immediately: skinny pants, a snug blouse, and a revealing sweater, all of which perfectly complemented one another in shape and figure. Their colors meshed in a careful blend, and her long hair was swept into a beautiful golden ponytail.

His sister was the prettiest women on earth, he was positive, and glimpsing at her subtle makeup only reinforced the sentiment. Such a delicate, masterful painting that accentuated her blue eyes and succulent lips without crossing the line to the cartoonish. Ellie truly knew how to make her physique shine. She was taking full advantage of what nature had gifted her, rendering at least 50% of the world population easy prey in the process.

He looked back at the TV before she could register his furtive glance. He couldn't for the life of him speculate what she had found so unsettling earlier, but he was now no less upset than her. After spending much of their time apart debating on the cause of her flee, he began fearing his recent performance in bed might very well be the reason.

It had been forever since he'd had sex, and so it wasn't inconceivable that his sister had found him to be disappointing this time around. He knew he'd gotten her off; that was easily felt since Ellie had come hard, as expected from her flooding credentials, though perhaps she was expecting more? He couldn't tell; either way, he was fed up with her turbulent behavior. That roller coaster she'd coaxed him on had been wrecking his self-esteem.

Ellie sat next to her horizontal brother, her ass pressing to his chest. The feminine fragrance of sweet citrus that oozed out of her instantly began testing Oliver's will as he was trying his hardest to play it cool, engrossed in the fascinating plot of the movie he still couldn't tell what was about.

"Oliver," she crooned softly, running her fingers in his hair.

He paused the movie and looked back at her, his heart writhing in pain from the thought she was leaving now. He knew something was up. Her outfit was fully accessorized with a necklace, bracelets, a Swiss watch... the works.

"I'm sorry about before, when I ran off like that. It was—"

"Don't worry about it; it turned out for the best. I got to talk to Michela, and this movie is one of the best I've watched this year."

Ellie sighed with a smile. "I know you're hurt, but you—"

"I'm not hurt; not at all."

"Yes you are, and you know how I know? Because whenever you become distant and cold like you are now, it means you're hurt. I know that much about you, Oliver."

"Well... what do I have to be hurt about here really? You running off like that and leaving me to attend to my bruised ego? Or maybe... you coming down here after two hours dressed for a night out in town? A night that I'm clearly not a part of... " He looked back at the TV, smirking. "No, don't be silly. I'm not hurt at all."

"Oliver, it's not like that; I swear."

"Then what is it like, Ellie?!" He scrambled to his feet in fury. "Was... Was the sex that bad?!"

"What?" she said, puzzled.

"Don't 'what' me! Last night you couldn't keep your hands off of me, and now... you couldn't get away from me fast enough."

Ellie shot him a perplexed look, baffled by his logic. "And you think it's because... the sex was bad for me?"

"Why else would you run off like that?!" He pulled his hair back and sighed. "I don't understand what I... If you'd just told me what I did wrong instead of..."

Ellie couldn't believe he'd really said that after rocking her world like no one had ever. "What on earth makes you think that? That the sex was bad?"

"Two hours! That's the answer. Two fucking hours in which you completely ignored my existence, and now you're all dressed up and—"

"You know what? I am not willing to for us to go through this again, not after what we've been through the last 24 hours. I am so tired of us getting ourselves caught up in this perpetual back and forth shit, locking horns. This ends now."

"Oh, you bet it ends now! I am—"

"Oliver?"

"What?!"

"Shut up!"

Oliver was surprised by her growl and a little scared. His lips moved in an attempt to spew out some more anger, but nothing came out of his throat. He shook his head in exasperation and slumped back onto the sofa.

"First thing first, I want to clear out a few things here. You think you've failed me? Doing something wrong? Oliver! You're doing me right! And for that matter, you're doing everything right! You can stop attending to your bruised ego now because I have just the boost for it: You are the best lover I have ever had, hands down, it's no contest. You need to lose your insecurities and start feeling with your heart." She rose and pushed her brother's legs together before resting her ass in his lap and her legs on the sofa. She took his hand in hers and placed it on her racing heart. "Can't you feel me? Can't you feel what you're doing to me?"

As much as Oliver was keen on exposing her as a hypocrite, he could not dismiss his sister's speedy heartbeats. They had her back.

"Then why did you storm out like that?! Why were you crying?! I don't understand you, Ellie! I'm really trying to, but I don't underst... you're so fucking exhausting, with your mixed signals, and—"

"Do you wanna know why I stormed out like that? Do you, Oliver?"

"Yes! Please! Do tell..."

"I ran off like that because it got a little too intense for me. I was too emotional to even speak... and I want to apologize for that, but I won't, because this is your doing, Oliver. You're causing me to behave this way. I'm not one to cry much, but ever since you came back and... stole my heart, I can't seem to stop... I'm helpless against you, baby."

She pressed her lips to his and sucked meaningfully, loving his tenderness on her mouth. She parted her lips and connected their tongues in a gentle lick. She could feel his anger fading when he rubbed her tongue back. She savored his taste, their tongues tangling in a slow, sensual swirl. She could kiss him forever, but she was getting too horny when he sucked her tongue clean and breached her mouth passionately. It became harder to breathe, and she had to keep her mouth open, so she could gasp into his brute kiss. That error rendered her gaping mouth his playground, and she knew she would need to fuck his brains out if she didn't cease promptly.