A Summer to Remember

Hearing his ex-girlfriend moaning his name and gasping loudly, Brady began to fuck her even harder, his cock slamming into her pussy as fast as he could thrust his hips. He groaned, not from the effort, but from the feel of her pussy tightening around his shaft. He was still a long way from climax, but it definitely felt good to feel himself sink deep into her wet cunt, and to feel it contract around his manhood.

He gave Serena's ass another hard smack before reaching down and grabbing a handful of her hair. He pulled back and up on her hair, forcing her to arch her back slightly as he continued to pound into her. His other hand rubbed the deep red mark on her ass where he'd spanked her for a moment, then planted another hard smack in the same spot, listening to her squeal in response.
 
As her ex-boyfriend pounded into her, Serena barely managed to breathe, let alone concentrate on NOT orgasming. He was smacking her ass hard as his hands tugged at her hair, forcing her body to arch into him. It appeared he was no longer completely using her for his own pleasure, but trying to give her her own release. That thought alone was almost enough to force her to come. But one thing Brady had always insisted on, no matter where or what the circumstances were, was that Serena begged to come. If she didn't, or if she came without permission, he usually punished her. Not that she minded...

"Brady...I..." she moaned out, clenching even more tightly around him,
"What, baby?" he teased, knowing exactly what she wanted,
"Please, Brady. Please, I need it. Please."
"Please, what, baby?"
"Let me come. I wanna come so bad, please, can I?" she whimpered, biting her lower lip and tasting blood. "I can't hold back, I gotta come. You gotta let me." she squealed, her hands clutching the table excruciatingly hard. "Pleeeeaseee." she moaned, obviously right on the brink of orgasm.
 
Brady's lips curled into a half smile, half snarl as he heard Serena begging him for permission to cum. He was in no hurry. He liked making her wait, he liked hearing the near desperation in her voice as she struggled to hold back the climax that threatened to overwhelm her. He continued to ram his cock into her cunt as he listened to her half gasped attempts to convince him to let her have an orgasm.

Finally, he reached down and grabbed hold of the blond's hips and lifted her knees up off the coffee table, holding her up as he pounded into her, "Does that feel good? Does it make you want to cum? If you don't think you can hold it, I could always stop? Do you want me to stop?" Serena's whole body shook each time Brady buried his thick cock inside of her.
 
Brady's silence as he pounded into her, making no effort to slow down, proved to Serena that he still enjoyed making her suffer through orgasm control. Her voice cracked as she concentrated entirely on not letting her orgasm overtake her. "P-please." she struggled, "I can't..." she mumbled, unable to make a full sentence.

"Y-yes, Brady. Fffffeels so good. D-don't stop. Llemme, just lemme." she groaned loudly, as he held her up and sank his cock deep into her with each thrust, hitting her cervix roughly, "Lemme, gimme, please lemmeeeee!" she half whined half, moaned, "I gotta." she gasped, knowing if he didn't tell her she could come right NOW, she was going to come and deal with the repercussions later. Her thighs clenched hard as she fought it off, her vision going white.
 
Brady could hear the intensity in Serena's voice, the desperation. He liked hearing that, knowing that he was in control. He also had always liked hearing her cum, especially if he had made her wait for a long time. Those were always the best. Giving her several exceptionally powerful thrusts of his cock, he finally decided it was time.

"You can come now, slut. Let that pretty little pussy cum all over my big thick cock. And don't forget to scream my name," he said as he sank his cock deep inside of her, pulling her body back against his.
 
Serena screamed out as her orgasm hit her like a Mack Truck. Her hips thrust back into him as her pussy clenched down hard on his cock, flooding him with her juices. All she could see was white hot heat as she screamed out his name, followed by at least one of every obscenity that existed. "FUCKFUCKPLEASEDONTSTOPBRADYOHMYGOD." she screamed, thrusting and writhing, Brady's words having just fueled her orgasm even more. Besides just giving her permission, he'd said some of the words he knew drove her just plain ol' crazy.

"Oh my fucking Goddddddd." she screamed, as he continued to pound deep into her, forcing her from her aftershocks into a second orgasm, impossible to make him stop fucking her now, she just cried out and held on for dear life. "Fuck me, holy shit, oh my god, Brady!!!!" she moaned, her eyes shut tight and her teeth sinking in hard to her full lower lip. "Aaaahhh!" she groaned out, still, her ass and both their thighs completely covered in her sweet, sticky come.
 
Brady smiled as he felt his ex-girlfriend's body tremble against his, obscentities pouring from her mouth as her orgasm overwhelmed her. He continued to thrust into her, pulling her body back into his to meet the powerful thrusts of his hips. He knew if he didn't let up he could push her into a second climax, and sure enough, her moans which had momentarily subsided, quickly returned with a renewed intensity, whimpers turning to screams.

Lowering Serena back down until her knees were once again resting on the coffee table, Brady slowed to a stop. He looked down as he pulled his cock from her pussy, seeing how it glistened with her cum as he let it rest on her ass. It was still hard and throbbing.

"Are you ready for me to cum, baby?" he asked. "Are you ready to take a big load of thick, white cum across that pretty little face?"
 
Serena gasped to catch her breath as he pounded into her a few more times, slowing his pace and then finally pulling out of her soaked pussy. His wet cock plopped onto her ass with a slippery sound. "Brady. God." she gasped, unable to do much but shiver with the aftershocks of her orgasms.

"Of course." she whispered, "I'm always ready for what you wanna give me." Not like she had much choice. This night had showed her what Brady really could do with no inhibitions. And she liked it. He was gonna take what he wanted. No matter what she said or did. "Cum on me." she said, smiling slyly.
 
"Cum on me," Serena said as she looked over her shoulder at Brady.

Brady sneered at her in response as he reached down and grabbed her by the back of her head, guiding her up until she was sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of him. He released his grip on her hair and positioned his cock directly over her forehead, his balls hanging in front of her face. As he began to stroke himself with one hand, he lifted his sack to her lips for her to lick.

"I can't wait to cover that sweet little face with a hot load of cum," he said as he looked down at her. He was close, so close, and after the pussy pounding that he'd just given the blond, he knew his orgasm was going to be intense.

"Fuck, yeah," Brady said, biting his bottom lip as he lowered his cock down, rubbing it across Serena's face, feeling it pulsing...then as he felt the tingling in the head of his member grow to a new level he knew he was past the point of no return. He stepped back a half step and pointed his dick directly at the blond's face, giving his shaft a quick squeeze.

A low groan escaped his clenched teeth and then the climax rushed into him, cum pulsing down the length of his cock and spraying out across his ex-girlfriend's face. Nirvana seemed to course through him, and each beat of his heart brought a new sensation, each pulse of his cock another thick rope of white cum shooting down at Serena, covering her face and neck and even her breasts.
 
Serena had no choice but to stay still and do whatever Brady asked for her to do. Not that she wanted anything besides that. She started to lick his balls as he jerked his cock over her face. She watched his face as much as she could from her position, watching him get closer and closer. The young blonde knew exactly what his face looked like at that moment right before orgasm. He bit his bottom lip and she saw it coming. He groaned as he started to spew cum all over her.

Her face, tits, and breasts were soon coated in Brady's cum. Her eyes met his as she slid a finger down into her cum covered cleavage and brought it up to her mouth, "That's one thing I always loved about you. You're so healthy that your cum actually tastes good." she winked up at him.
 
Brady was spent, physically and emotionally, as he collapsed onto the couch, lying on his back. After the traumatic yet erotic experience with his sister, Amanda, and then the pure animalistic nature of his encounter with his ex-girlfriend, Serena, he felt drained. He felt empty. He felt guilty. But what for he couldn't say. Was it guilt for what had happened between he and Amanda, or was the guilt because he almost felt like he was betraying her by sleeping with Serena? Could he cheat on his own sister? Is that what he had done?

"I should be going," he finally said without looking over at the blond. "I don't want my sister to wake up and not know where I am."
 
Serena's breath caught in her throat as Brady brought up leaving, without even as much of a glance in her direction. "Don't be silly. We're gonna go to bed. Your sister is a big girl. She's slept many nights without you." she smiled.

"Come to bed, baby." she rubbed his shoulder, sitting next to him on the couch, her naked body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She wondered what the big deal was about Amanda lately and why Brady was acting so odd.
 
"I know she's a big girl, but I left in the middle of the night without even telling her I was leaving, let alone where I was going," Brady said even as he felt Serena's hands on his shoulders. It felt good and...easy. There were no moral questions with Serena, no reason to feel guilty, no reason to hate himself...not like with Amanda. He knew that he could just relax with the blond in a way that he couldn't with his sister.

And yet...it wasn't the same. He loved Amanda, more deeply and more passionately than he could ever love Serena. His heart beat faster at just the thought of his sister.

"I really should go," Brady said, standing up and bending over to gather his clothes. "This was..****. Maybe we can get together again tomorrow?"
 
Serena started to huff, but stopped herself. She could tell that Brady was starting to feel a connection with her again, and she didn't want to ruin that. "Okay. That would be really nice." she smiled, getting up to put her clothes back on as well. Once they were both dressed, she pressed her body tightly into his.

"Tomorrow sounds great." she whispered into his ear, nibbling it softly, her hand cupping his ass through his jeans. "Do you want me to drive you home or what?" she said, noticing that he was walking towards the door as if to leave. "You took a cab here."
 
Brady was relieved that Serena finally gave up on trying to convince him to stay the night. He hated fighting with her, but he wasn't about to have Amanda wake up in the morning and find herself all alone. As he finished dressing, the blond moved close, leaning in to whisper into his ear as her hands circled around to his ass.

"Actually, I think I'm going to walk," Brady responded as he pulled away from his ex-girlfriend and took another step toward the door. "It's not that far and I could use the fresh air."

He stopped at the door and turned to face Serena. "I'll give you a call tomorrow," he said before bending down to kiss her lightly on the lips, one hand gently caressing her cheek.
 
Serena was surprised and a bit offended that Brady rejected her ride. She tended to take things a bit personally, especially after her ex-boyfriend had just come over and fucked her, and then was leaving. But she hid it well, smiling as he kissed her goodbye. "Talk to you then, Brady Bear."

She closed the door behind him, resting her back against it. She sighed deeply. It was her fault. She'd made him come over and invited him into her pussy for rough sex. Serena laughed at the way she'd worded her own thoughts, heading upstairs to her bedroom.

Meanwhile, Amanda laid in bed, curled in a ball, sound asleep. She had barely moved since Brady had left.
 
Brady took his time walking back to his parents' house, enjoying the cool early morning air, if not the storm of emotions that raged in his head and chest. The rollercoaster emotions swirled so violently that he would have been hard pressed to even identify them, let alone understand them, except perhaps one. Guilt. That one was unmistakable. Guilt over the fact that he had slept with his own sister. Guilt over the fact that he wanted to sleep with her again. Guilt over having left her to go see Serena, knowing how Amanda felt about his ex-girlfriend. Guilt over having fucked Serena when he didn't really care about her. Guilt that he'd left Serena's house as soon as they had finished.

As he turned down the street where his parents lived, Brady had managed to come to one conclusion: life had been way less complicated when he was at college. Unfortunately, he couldn't just run back to school and forget everything that had happened. Maybe if Serena was the only thing he was running from that might work, but he couldn't exactly run away from his own sister. Or from the feelings he had for her.

After slipping quietly into the house, and upstairs to the bedrooms, Brady peeked in on his sister. She was asleep. Peaceful. Resisting the urge to simply crawl into the bed with her and hold her, Brady made his way to his own bed and crashed, letting his exhaustion overwhelm his anxiety.
 
Amanda woke up the next morning, feeling quite refreshed. She noticed Brady was gone and bit her lower lip, wondering where he had run off to. Before she could worry, she decided to go for a run. She got changed into a running bra and shorts, and went downstairs to find her sneakers. As she was putting on her tennis shoes at the front door. her cellphone rang. Serena? Why? She answered it cautiously, closing the front door behind her.

"Hi Amanda! I just wanted to say sorry for the other night. Brady was defending you last night when I saw him, and well, I want to make it up to you. Lunch today?" she said, cheerfully.

Amanda's jaw hung open. Brady had gone to Serena's last night? There's no way they hadn't had sex. This was...

"Sounds great. Why don't you pick me up at noon?" she said, swallowing hard.
"Yay!" Serena replied, hanging up. Amanda was furious. Furious that she cared if her brother was having sex. And furious that the sex was with Serena! How could he?!

But she wasn't his girlfriend. She never could be.

She took off jogging, wondering why he had to have come back from college looking so goddamned hot.
 
When Brady finally woke, sun light was streaming through the window blinds and the alarm clock next to the bed showed it was after noon already. Dragging himself out of the bed, trailing sheets and pillows across the carpeted floor as he walked, he made his way to the restroom. After taking a leak and brushing his teeth, Brady dressed in shorts and his purple Lakers jersey.

He wanted a shower, but first, he needed to check on Amanda. Trying unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn, he made his way down the hallway to his sister's room, knocking lightly on the partially opened door. Not receiving an answer, Brady pushed the door open and poked his head in the room. Amanda wasn't there.

A quick trip downstairs and out to the pool out back told him that his little sister wasn't home. For some reason he felt knots beginning to form in his stomach. He knew he shouldn't be worried, but it was hard not to worry under the circumstances. Doing the best he could to convince himself that she was probably just having lunch with friends, or gone to a movie, Brady made his way into the kitchen and fixed himself a glass of orange juice.

His cell phone was laying on the kitchen counter. Checking it, he saw that he had a message from Serena, but nothing from Amanda. He considered calling her to find out where she was. Just to make sure she was okay. Just to hear her voice, but in the end he decided not to. If she was struggling with what had happened between them, she would need her space. Frustrated, he walked into the living room and had a seat on the couch.
 
Amanda had gone for a 3 mile run, jogging back, unable to think about much except her physical exertion. As she walked up her front steps, she was thankful that her run had successfully taken her mind off of her brother and the situation at hand. When she got back upstairs to her room, she saw she had a couple of missed calls from Evan. Her boyfriend.

It hit her hard that she'd barely thought about Evan through everything that had happened between she and Brady. She had cheated on her boyfriend. With her brother. She could never tell him that! How was she going to explain when they finally had sex that her virignity was given to her own flesh and blood?

"Goddamit!" she cried out quietly, undressing to take a shower. She took a shower downstairs, not wanting to wake her brother. Once she was out, she tiptoed upstairs in her towel and got dressed.

By eleven forty-seven, she was dressed and ready for lunch, and at eleven fifty-five, Serena pulled up in front of the house. She left quietly, not wanting Brady to wake up and find his little sister going out to lunch with his ex-girlfriend.

"Hi." she said, getting into Serena's car.
"Oh HI!!!" she cried out, way too cheerfully. "You look soooo cute."
"Uh, thanks. You look nice, too." Serena pulled away, and started to drive down the street,
"I was thinking we would go somewhere for breakfasty food, if that's okay with you."

If Serena had anything malicious planned, it was hidden very well. She seemed genuinely cheerful and friendly.
 
After sitting on the couch, flipping through television channels for almost forty minutes, a vague uneasy feeling still hovering in the back of his mind, Brady got up and walked back into the kitchen. After eating half a banana nut muffin, and tossing the rest in the trash, he picked his phone up. He stared at the phone for a couple of minutes, trying to decide whether he wanted to call his sister or his ex-girlfriend. Finally, deciding that, even though he was most anxious to talk to Amanda and make sure she was okay, he really did want to give her enough space to deal with whatever feelings she might be having.

Scrolling down his contact list to Serena's name, he lifted the phone to his ear and waited as it began to ring. He wasn't really sure if he wanted her to pick up or not...
 
Serena and Amanda drove until they found a little cafe a town away. Amanda found herself on edge, despite Serena being seemingly friendly towards her. She kept wondering what she had planned or what she was going to say about Brady. They ordered their food and she noticed that Serena kept checking her cellphone. Probably for a text from Brady.

Serena kept talking about college and asking her about school and her plans, and when their food came, Amanda finally decided she was going to ask her what she was up to. After her ommlette was set in front of her, Amanda blurted out, "So, you fucked my brother again and you wanted to take me out to lunch? What do you want?"
"Well...yes. It's different, you have to understand, sweetie. Brady loves you very much, just not in the way he loves me. He can't...do the same things he does with me with you." she winked, and before Amanda could come back with anything, Serena's phone rang,

"Hi Brady!" she cooed.
 
After several rings, Brady was just about to hang up, when he heard the ring cut off and Serena answer, "Hi Brady!" She sounded perky and cheerful. Serena usually sounded perky and cheerful. It was actually one of the things that annoyed him the most about his ex. He'd never really been attracted to girls with that type of personality. He tended to be attracted to girls with quick wits and smart mouths. Girls a lot like his sister, Amanda.

"Hey, Serena," he responded. "Sorry I didn't call earlier. I was so exhausted by the time I made it home last night, I just crashed. Just woke up a little while ago. Anyway, what are you up to today? Where are you?"
 
Serena giggled loudly, taking a bite of her food. Amanda just rolled her eyes and started in on her ommlette. Serena was paying, so she might as well enjoy the food. She wondered what Brady was saying to Serena, and why Brady had not called HER or even sent as much as a quick text message.

"That's okay, baby. I understand." Serena replied, "I went to bed right away, too! You definitely wore me out." her eyes met Amanda's and twinkled evilly. "I love that we wear each other out, sweetie." she hesitated before answering, "Not sure what I'm up to later today, but I'm at Cafe Lida right now. Having lunch with your sister."
 
Brady was about to respond to Serena's comment about wearing each other out, when he heard the last part of her statement. Whatever he had been about to say simply died on his lips as his brain spun. As his brain attempted to reboot, Brady sputtered, trying to ask a hundred questions at once. When he finally did manage to ask one of those questions, his voice was weak, "You're with Amanda? What are you doing with Amanda?"

The second time he asked the question his voice changed from weak to almost accusatory. Needless to say he was freaking out. What possible reason could Serena and Amanda have to be together? Did his sister know that he had gone to Serena's the night before? Had she over heard what Serena had just said about wearing each other out?
 
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