Trip with Brother Pt. 02

"That feels good," she groaned. "It is tender, but it feels good."

He withdrew further out this time and slipped back in. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, "Oh that's good! More of that!" she whispered.

Joe began to rhythmically withdraw about halfway and then plunge back in. Hannah still indicated slight pain, but the realization of what they were doing was over-riding the pain. Her brother was making love to her. She was having sex for the first time in her life. Her young, naked body was splayed obscenely for her brother's enjoyment. She was giving herself to him and he was, in turn, giving her what she wanted. Her fantasy had been for her dear brother to teach her the joys of fucking. It was a bonus that they could teach each other. Her brother was beginning to stroke her more and more rapidly and withdrawing his rock-hard penis further and further, before plunging delightfully into her wetly welcoming pussy. She could hear the sounds that he made as he plunged her depths and withdrew over and over and over.

"Don't stop!" she urged. "Don't ever stop. I love it!" she moaned. She was still uncomfortable where her hymen had torn but she was nearing orgasm and she was imagining him cumming inside her. She wished, now, that he had not insisted on wearing a condom. She knew it would feel better and she wanted his cum inside her. She liked the idea of his seed being inside her, even if she had to swallow it. That thought had turned her on more and more every time she thought of it that day.

She could feel her brother's body tremble and knew from the expression on his face that he was about to cum. "Give me your cum, Joe! Cum for me!" she whispered. "Love me. Love your little sister."

He pushed himself as deep inside her as he could as his orgasm swept over him. He felt as though he were cumming a pint, even though he felt constricted by the condom. He wondered if it could burst. He looked at his sister's lovely face as she gazed at him adoringly. She was so fucking pretty - so sexy! How could he be this lucky? He came so hard that he felt something like a cramp behind his nuts. He collapsed on her, breathing hard, unable to speak. He wanted to just lay in her arms and never move again. He could feel her warm, naked body, wrapped around him, eagerly holding him close. He knew at that moment that she loved him as deeply as she had said and he knew that he never wanted to be away from her again. He would do anything to have her near him, with or without sex. She was the most precious thing in the world to him.

He lay there, his cock slowly deflating. He became aware that his sister was still moving beneath him. She was moaning and grinding herself against his, now useless, cock. It slipped out of her and, not sure if the condom would slip off and make a mess, he rolled off of her quickly. He saw the blood-smeared condom and pulled at it uncertainly. His sister reached to the bedside table and produced a handful of Kleenex. He used them to take the slippery, cum-filled, condom off. He had, indeed, ejaculated a prodigious amount.

"Let me see," she asked.

He held the condom up so that his sister could see how much he had cum. "Why do you want to see it?" he laughed.

"I think it's hot. I can't help it!" she laughed as she stroked her clit. "Throw that thing away and get back in here."

He went and peed and flushed the condom down the toilet, then returned. Hannah was playing with herself, her eyes closed, her fingers frantically playing with her clit and pussy. He noticed a deep red stain on the towel on which she lay. Not a lot, but he was glad that she had thought to put the towel under her.

He kissed her thighs, then her clit. Then he moved up her body and sucked her breasts as she continued to play with herself. "Yes, suck them. That feels so good, Joe. Oh you're going to make me cum again!" She massaged one of her breasts, pinching the nipple, as Joe sucked and licked the other one. "Ohhhhh here it cummmmmmmmmmms!! OHHHH sooooooo goooood!!" she groaned, wanting to shout it to the world, but realizing that people in the other rooms might hear her.

As she came down from her orgasm, she kissed Joe's face. His lips, eyelids, forehead, cheeks, neck... "I loved it!" she exclaimed. "Did you like it?" she asked as she worriedly looked into his face.

Joe had to laugh at her. "Did I like it? Are you kidding? How could anything be better?" He kissed her nose, then her lips. "I love you. I don't think I ever realized how much until tonight. I don't want to think of ever being away from you."

"Because I put out?" she asked, then snorted. He loved it when she snorted. And her giggle was so cute. She was just so adorable that he could hardly stand it.

"Oh, is that what you call this?"

"What do you call it? Fucking? Making love? Banging? Bumping uglies? Mating?" She laughed at this last one.

"We can call it whatever you like," her replied. "I know I was making love to you, but we can call it whatever..."

"I think you fucked me," she giggled. There was that giggle again. Cute. Lovely. Adorable.

"Well, I think you fucked ME!" he retorted.

"I think I got the worse of it, though. I am really sore. I don't think I can do it again tonight, but I sure do want to - don't you?"

"Wow. You're kidding?"

"Not at all. If I wasn't sore, I would show you. You're not gonna be one and done are you? You do plan on doing this again, don't you?"

"We have to. I bought a dozen condoms. I don't like things to go to waste. What would Dad say?"

Hannah mocked their father, talking in a deep voice, "Boy, don't waste those condoms. Get in there and fuck your sister. There are starving kids in Africa that would love to fuck her with those condoms you're wasting!" She fell into a fit of laughter.

Joe had always loved Hannah's sense of humor. She found humor in every situation, even when she shouldn't. He thought it might be from watching sitcoms like Seinfeld and The Office, which they both loved. He considered himself to be funny, and fun-loving, but Hannah was the one in the family who was never serious and who always kept everyone laughing, even when they shouldn't.

They held each other for a few moments, then Hannah got up and took a long shower. When she returned, wearing a pair of panties, and nothing else, she curled up with Joe so that he could spoon her. "I love you," she whispered. She was asleep almost immediately.

Joe awakened before his sister. He got up and showered, then dressed. Hannah was still asleep. He tenderly shook her. "Sis, get up. We have a long day planned. I am starving!" he said as he kissed her cheek.

Hannah sat up, revealing her delectable young breasts to her brother. His cock lurched. 'Her tits are perfect', he thought. He wanted to kiss and suck them right then, and he figured that she would allow it, but they needed to get on the road. His sister saw him looking, giggled, and pushed him away from her.

"I am SO sore!" she whined, as she got up and gathered her clothes for the day. "Don't you even think of doing anything to me today!" she warned as she entered the bathroom for her morning shower.

They spent the morning touring some places on the battlefield which they had not yet visited. They went in a couple of museums and some souvenir shops, then had lunch. By now it was mid-afternoon. Hannah had been slightly sore all day and, even though she was eager for her brother to fuck her again, decided that she could wait another day. She brought this up to Joe as they drove through the countryside, after lunch. Joe, of course, was in agreement. He certainly was not going to push her to do anything.

They decided that they would head back to the motel, get a shower, then go out for a nice dinner. When they got to the motel, and Hannah prepared for her shower, she undressed in front of her brother as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She felt absolutely no embarrassment anymore. She delighted in the fact that he was watching her. She hoped that he was lusting for her. She wanted him to desire her and planned on rewarding him when this slight soreness was gone, probably the next day. She tingled, just thinking about what she intended to do with him.

Hannah had brought one dress with her - a violet colored summer dress. It was sleeveless, showing off her slender, tanned arms, and came down within a few inches of her knees. Hannah always sought to dress like a lady. She had been taught to dress conservatively, and was in total agreement that women should not show off their bodies in public. She donned the summer dress and high heeled sandals. She had never worn hose in her life, and never intended to do so. She much preferred the look of her own, slender, athletic, legs, which were always well-tanned. She wore a black bra underneath, knowing that it could be seen through the light-colored, sheer material of the dress, lending the slightest hint of sexiness to her outfit. She looked good, and she knew it. Her straight, blonde hair, was cut short and framed her pretty face. She wore no makeup except a tad of purple eyeliner to enhance her large, emerald green eyes. Her face was lightly freckled, but she liked them and didn't like to cover them with makeup. She wore small, dangling emerald earrings, and a tiny gold chain around her neck.

Joe had brought some tan slacks and a light blue button-down shirt, slightly tight, to show off his muscular chest. He didn't consider himself handsome, but he knew that his muscular arms and chest were attractive. He had been teased about his freckles, but in the last couple of years, several girls had told him how cute they thought they were, so he had begun to see them as an asset.

"It's kinda like we're going on a date, Han," he stated as they got in the car. They had spotted a Macaroni Grill a couple of miles down the road and had decided that sounded good to both of them.

"Of course it's a date," she giggled. "You're my man!" She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Joe, in spite of everything that had happened in the last few days, blushed. He smiled and drove to the restaurant. "Let me get your door," he said, as he parked the car.

Hannah smiled, and tears, unexpectedly, came into her eyes. Joe rushed to her side of the car and opened her door for her. When she stepped out and he closed the door behind her, she put her hands on his face and kissed him deeply. She didn't care who saw it. In fact, it gave her a thrill to kiss her brother - her boyfriend! - in a public place.

Joe chose what he wanted from the menu, then ascertained what his sister (his date) wanted. When the waiter came, he said, "The lady will have the penne rustica, a side salad, and water, with lemon, please. I will have the spaghetti and meatballs, a side salad, and water, as well." The waiter wrote this down as Hannah giggled behind her menu.

When the waiter walked away, she burst out laughing. "The lady?" she laughed. "You're so funny!" she stopped laughing for a moment and said, "And I adore you." Then she burst out laughing again until tears rolled down her face.

The meal was delicious. The conversation was about the things they had seen on their battlefield tour. Hannah suggested that they tour the Jenny Wade house the next day. Jenny Wade had been the only civilian casualty of the battle and her home had been preserved. Joe mentioned that they could drive a few miles outside of Gettysburg and visit the home of President Eisenhower.

The waiter appeared as they were finishing their meal. "Did you two save room for dessert this evening?" he asked.

Joe smiled and looked at Hannah. "She is my dessert," he managed to say, with a straight face.

Hannah snorted and laughed out loud. The waiter looked uncertain, then laughed along with her. "I don't know about him, but I want some cheesecake," she giggled.

Joe blushed, but indicated that he would also like some cheesecake and to also bring them both a cup of coffee. When the waiter left, Hannah laughed again. Joe looked vexed, so Hannah stood and walked to his side of the table and kissed him on the lips. She was aware that people at nearby tables were watching her, so she slipped her tongue into his mouth. "Dessert, indeed!" she whispered. Joe's cock hardened.

Joe opened the door for his sister for her to enter the car, then made his way to the other side and got under the wheel. Hannah was giggling.

"What now?" he asked.

"I love you, that's what! I love being your girlfriend - and your dessert!" she broke out in peals of laughter again, then reached over and put her hand in his crotch. "THIS is my dessert, Big Brother - drive!"

Hannah kept her hand on his cock, through his pants, all the way to the motel parking lot. She didn't wait for him to open her door for her. Instead, she jumped out and grasped his fully hardened member as he inserted the key card and opened the door to the room. She could not care less if anyone saw her or what they thought of her.

Entering the room, both siblings began to undress, discarding their clothes randomly. "Leave your underwear on," Hannah told him, as she took her bra off, her nipples obviously eager and ready for her brother. Joe could see that her panties were damp as she removed them. He was so hungry for her. He fully intended to have her for his dessert.

He obediently left his boxer briefs on. Hannah stood on her tiptoes and kissed his mouth, rubbing her gloriously naked, eager body, against him. They kissed as they fell to the bed, Hannah on top, quickly moving between his legs. She felt of his thick hard-on while examining it through his underwear, then she licked the cloth that covered him. She put her hand on his cloth-encased nuts while she kissed and licked along his length. He was so hard that the head was nearly to the elastic of his briefs. She pulled the elastic away from his body and peeped in at her brother's wet, purple, throbbing member.

Her heart raced. Nothing had ever come close to turning her on like her own brother's hard cock - she knew that it was hard just for her, that she was the reason it was hard, that he desired her, that he loved her body as much as she did his. She had been thinking about this all day. She felt that she was still too sore to really enjoy fucking, though she was not totally discounting the possibility, but she wanted him in her mouth. She couldn't wait for it. She wanted to taste his cum again. She was unsure about swallowing it - at least a lot of it - but she longed to taste him. The little taste she had before had left her wanting more, and the more she thought about it, the more she craved it. What possibly could be a more loving act than to take her lover's cum into her mouth and swallow it? What could be more erotic? What could prove to him her love if not that? Was it too slutty? She didn't think so. She saw it as a loving act - the most loving act that she could imagine. Even taking his cum into her pussy didn't seem as erotic to her as swallowing his essence. The more she thought of it the wetter and hornier she got.

She peeled his briefs down and kissed his bare cock all over. She then licked it, not missing a spot. She loved it! Joe was moaning, urging her on. "Hannah, that is amazing. It feels so good. Oh, fuck, Baby - oh Hannah, ohhh fuckkk!"

Every moan, every word - turned her on even more. She felt her juices running down her inner thighs and knew that her pussy was certainly wet enough to accommodate her brother with very little pain - still, as bad as she wanted that, she had other plans for tonight. She wanted it to be perfect when they fucked again. She wanted it to be totally painless. They certainly could wait one more day. Meanwhile, she was going to make her brother cum and she was going to get a good taste of it. It made her pussy spasm with delight and her nipples tingle in anticipation as she thought about what she knew her brother would do to her later. She knew that he would lick her until she came in his face! She had other ideas that she hoped would come to pass as well and, as she licked her big brother's rock-hard cock and tentatively inserted the head into her mouth, she almost had an orgasm just imagining all the luscious things that they could do to each other. Dessert indeed! She fully intended to be his dessert, just as he was, no doubt, going to be hers.

Hannah took her brother into her mouth. The head was no problem, but as she tried to take more, it made her gag. She wondered if this could be practiced enough that, eventually, she could take almost all, if not all, of him in her mouth. She imagined him sliding his thick prick easily into her throat and shooting his massive load directly into her stomach. That thought threatened to push her over the edge into orgasm. She certainly could not manage that, and maybe she never could, but she intended to practice and practice and practice. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest as she imagined sucking her brother's delectable dick every single day. She didn't think she could ever grow tired of it.

Her mouth was watering so copiously that her saliva was dripping out of her mouth and onto his legs and the bed below. She didn't care. She opened her mouth wide and repeatedly sucked the head of his cock in and out of her mouth.

Joe thrashed and moaned. "Hannah, I'm going to cum!"

She stopped and looked up at him, grinning. "Not yet you're not," she said as she crawled up over him and, shockingly to Joe, straddled his face. She lowered herself until her dripping pussy was mere inches from his mouth.

He grasped her firm buttocks and pulled her to him, as she had hoped. He sucked and licked at her wet, swollen clit, licked her cuntal crease from bottom to top, then inserted his tongue as far as he could into his sister's flooding hole. She was so FUCKING DELICIOUS!

She lowered herself to his mouth and began to grind herself into her brother's wonderfully handsome face. "Oh, Joe! Eat me out!" she said, using a term that she had never imagined that might say. She had heard the term, even read it before, but had always thought it sounded silly, strange, and corny. Not now! "Eat meeeee" she gasped, as he licked her clit and sucked at it again. She rotated her hips, not caring that she might be making him uncomfortable with her insistent, demanding, grinding into his face. "Make me cum!" she gasped.

Joe was uncomfortable. She was mashing his nose and it was hard to breathe. He didn't give a shit. His scrumptious little sister was fucking his face, and nothing else mattered. His instinctual love of her taste and feminine odor was over-riding every other brain function. He wanted nothing else in the world but to continue to suck and lick her forever. He never wanted this to end. She mashed her hot, wet, slick pussy into his mouth. He imagined that her pussy hole was wide open and that his tongue was a foot long, reaching to her very depths, as he slurped and swallowed her wonderful, aromatic juices.

Her legs began to shake uncontrollably. He could feel her pussy spasm as he continued to pull her into his face, sucking her clit as her orgasm hit her full force. "Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggg!! Eat me!" she screamed, way too loudly. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming so goooooooooooood!" Joe continued to hang on to his sister's buttocks as she bucked at his face. He stuck his tongue in her pussy hole and licked her as deeply as he could. He felt her juices squirting into his mouth and he hungrily swallowed, not knowing or caring exactly of what these juices consisted. This was his sister - his lover - he didn't give a shit what it was. It was HER. He loved everything about her.

Suddenly she rolled off of him and into a fetal position. She was panting, her whole body moving as she gasped for breath. Joe felt of his cock. It was totally coated with his pre-cum. He never remembered there being this much. He knew, as lubricated as he was now, and obviously how lubricated his sister was - that he would meet with very little resistance if he pushed his demanding cock into her. But she was probably still a little sore, and he would comply, always, with her wishes. He lay behind her, spooning her.