Vitruvian (Closed)

[Armphid]

For a second he thought-

He was sure she was going to-

Her lips had been so close he could feel her breath, her warmth, so close...and then she'd kissed him on the cheek. He felt both relieved and...disappointed? Hmm.

"Awww, just cheek?" He laughed, a more forced and nervous laugh that it really should have been as he followed her inside the apartment. Her hand was still in his, and he noted how warm and soft and small it felt. For some reason he wanted to hug her to him, protectively cradling her, feeling her form close to his, her breathing...

He shook his head. Man. He really needed to get laid or something. He couldn't be thinking..THAT..about her. Not Ameila. Although...no. No although.

"I had a really great time too...and it was the best not-date date, I've ever had." He grinned, then shrugged. He gave her hand a squeeze before reluctantly releasing it. "But I think I'm done for tonight. I want to get up early to get the first batch of data on the nebula too, so...I guess it's good night."

 

[HookerBoots]

Amelia nodded, heading for the hall where their bedrooms were. "I know what you mean. I should probably get up early tomorrow myself." She started unfastening the back of her dress as the door to her room shut behind her. "Good night, Alex!" she yelled, letting her dress fall to the floor.

She looked at the fabric on the floor, then picked it up and tossed it into the sonic cleaner with a sigh. Her bra and panties followed, and she stopped, looking at herself in the mirror. Long, sandy hair, big gray eyes. Smooth skin, high, full breasts. Her legs were long and lean, her hips were round and . . . her cock was, she supposed, a decent size. And, disturbingly, half-hard.

Tugging on a pair of shorts and a tank top, she flopped down on her bed. It never got less strange, seeing herself with a penis, but it was usually a reality check, a reminder that she wasn't normal, and that while she was pretty, no man would want to be with her. The people on the ship didn't know about her. No one knew except her family and the government agency that staffed the ship.

Centuries ago, she had learned through talking with her parents, there had been experiments done with certain genetic strains, to 'improve' them. It didn't work, since most of the disease-resistant, defect-free strains hadn't been viable, but some of the other ones had been less-ideal, but far more viable. Theirs was one of them, but the side effects were . . . well, occasional hermaphrodism. Amelia was one of those rare exhibitions of the mutation. There was supposed to be no stigma attached to it, but that was official, not actual.

Tiredly, she climbed beneath her covers, fingers setting her alarm for the next morning. It had been a great day, but she was sleepy. Evidently, sleeping on the couch on Alex wasn't terribly restful. But all she could think was how she wished he were there, so that she could cuddle . . . with him . . . while they . . . .

 

[Armphid]

Alex just stared, catching a tantalizing glimpse of the dress sliding off her shoulders and toward the ground as the door slid shut. "...Good...night." He blinked. That had been...wow. He shook his head, walking to his own door. What kind of pervert was he? It was one thing to enjoy the date with his brilliant and beautiful sister, but to get turned on by seeing her start to undress....

Uh huh. Don't even think about it. Stop right now.

His door closed behind him, Alex stretching and yawning. He carefully undressed, putting his clothes away. They were almost there. Almost to the point of discoveries unlike anything humanity had known. So soon.

Amelia was amused by his enthrallment, but then she understood him. She was so great. So smart, so sweet, so funny and dear, so pretty, and so sexy. When he saw her dress start to fall-

Damn it!

Throwing himself onto his bed, he stared up at the ceiling. Think about the nebula...and what you can do with her...with it.

~~~~~​

She rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock. Alex's hands grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto his hardness, driving her deeper on it. Her full breasts bounced, the smell and wet slurping sound of their fucking filling the bedroom.

"Alex!" The voice he didn't quite know cried out, the girl whose face he couldn't see threw her head back, her back arching, "I'm cumming, baby!"

Alex moaned loudly as he felt her pussy spasm around his dick, clenching and massaging him. Then he felt something hot, wet, and sticky splatter onto his chest, more and more and more of it-

"Wuh!" There was an exclamation and a thump as Alex rolled off his bed onto the floor. He lay there in his blankets, panting his heart racing. It was a dream...just a dream. But what a dream! Who...what was he...it was a woman, but when she came...did that mean it was...?

There was a harsh buzz from above the space his head had occupied on the bed, followed by a woman's firm tone, "Wake up, Alexander. Wake up. Time for school."

 

[HookerBoots]

Amelia's eyes opened, looking up at her ceiling. Nebula day. Yawning, she stretched her arms over her head. As she stretched, her alarm went off, and she stuck her tongue out at it. With a sigh, she sat up and got out of bed, yanking the covered back over her bed in a semblance of 'made' before pulling her usual school outfit from the closet.

Half an hour later, showered and dressed, her anomaly concealed by her loose pants and long shirt, she met Alex in the kitchen with a smile. "Good morning, Alex." She grabbed a piece of fruit. "I need to scoot out early, but I'll see you when our classes meet up for the sighting and primary research."

She kissed his cheek again, and headed for the door, trying to ignore the reluctance she felt. She wanted to stay home, or did she wanted to stay with Alex? Never mind that, Amelia. But she still felt strange, almost fevered, but not bad, as she left. Maybe she was getting sick. Wouldn't that be just her luck? Getting sick during the most important time the community would have so far. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she walked quickly down the halls of the living quarters, towards the school and experimental section.

Something was different, though. All the men looked so . . . gorgeous, and she found herself making eye contact and smiling slowly at a guy in the elevator that she thought worked in the infirmary. And then shook herself, mentally. What was wrong with her? Normally, she was so . . . in control of herself, and half of the guys she was looking at now weren't even her type. So strange. Maybe she should take a few days off, just lounge around the apartment. Alex would be in and out, but she might be able to talk him into taking a few days too, and they could . . . .

"God, stop it, Amelia!" She looked around, wide-eyed, amazed that she'd spoken out loud and thrilled that there was no one else around to hear her. She was definitely going to have to take some time off. The stress was getting to her, she was cracking up. As soon as she got to where her class was meeting to observe the nebula, she'd tell her teacher - who was her boss as well, thankfully - that she needed a few days off.

 

[Armphid]

Alex sighed as Amelia left. He hated to see her go...but it was kind of nice to watch her leave. Wait. Had he really just thought that? He wasn't even so much bothered that it was about Amelia, but...that?

Man. He needed more sleep. But he wasn't going to get it. A shower, cereal, and school uniform later, he was heading to the auditorium where the students would gather to witness th entry and start their work.

As he entered, he noted that most of the students were here already. One of his classmates saw him and waved with a smile. Jenny Montgomery. Damn...she was looking good today. He'd never noticed her nice smile...or the pleasing curves of her modest bosom...or how the tight pants she wore clung to her ass. Hmmm...no panty line....nice.

He stopped in mid-stride. Wait, had he really just totally ogled Jenny? He knew she was cute, and had a nice body, but...he'd never thought about it like that before. Well, maybe she was just having a good day. She'd never looked hotter.

Neither had Sue Palmer. Or Yuki Goto. Or Hilke Schtauffen. Or any of the girls in his class. There were all just...wow, cute, and sexy, and...he'd never even looked at most of them like this before!

He was about to ask one of his friends if he'd noticed it when there came a soft chime and one of the teachers approached the podium. "Attention, students. Please attend the main viewer. We will be in the Vitruvian Nebula in 3 minutes."

 

[HookerBoots]

Everyone filed into the main viewing room, and Amelia waved at Alex when she spotted him. He looked so handsome in his uniform. If he weren't her brother, she'd . . . . Stop it, Amelia! But all the guys around her were so - so delicious looking today.

As the plassteel blinds opened from the glassteel window, she licked her lips. Their first sight of the nebula, and she gasped along with the rest of the room. It was amazing, so beautiful and . . . breathtaking. She couldn't think of any other words for it.

And this heat she was feeling . . . the amalgam the windows were made of were supposed to stop all harmful wavelengths of radiation, so it couldn't be that. And it wasn't a general reaction. She felt incredibly warm on her breasts, and between her legs. She took a deep breath, and almost moaned. The air smelled . . . male. So thickly, richly male that she could barely keep herself upright.

Although one part of her body wasn't having trouble. Oh, hell.

The panic overrode the lust and sheer maleness she was feeling, and she broke from the crowd to her teacher. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well at all, I'm going to go back to my apartment."

"Very well," the woman said, looking at her with concern. "Your time off is approved, take as much time as you need. You really don't look well, Amelia."

"Thank you, ma'am." Without another word, she almost ran out of the room.

 

[Armphid]

Alex stared, his mind blank of all save a deeply swelling, almost consuming wonder as the blinds opened and he saw God. His eyes were wide and wet, unshed tears brimming in them. His heart swelled to bursting, almost feeling as if it would break from the hugeness of the feeling. "That I should live here and now and see this," he breathed, "how fortunate and miraculous." Things like this brought out some of the poet in him, and likely in the others as well.

He pushed his way past the other students, all of them stunned into silence by the majesty of the moment, until he was right next to the window. He took a staggered breath, reaching out to place one hand on the glass, his eyes enraptured with the glory before him, communing, in his own way, with the divine.

For how long he watched, he wasn't sure. But when he turned back, many of the others were gathered, talking quietly, almost reverently, among themselves. Amelia. He had to find Amelia, had to tell her...he just couldn't express it to anyone else!

But...where was she?

He moved from small group to group, exchanging acknowledgments and a few words here and there, but otherwise ignoring his peers. She wasn't here. She wasn't here. Why? Where could she have gone? She never would have missed this. The wonder he'd felt slid away, replaced with gnawing concern. He found her teacher, "Miss Prewitt!" She turned to see him, and her face became lined with concern, though a slight smile was on her lips. "Ms. Prewitt, I can't find-"

"Amelia felt very ill, Alex, she's gone home." The older woman placed a hand on the anxious youth's shoulder, "She looked fevered, and seemed distracted, almost light headed."

"I'm-"

"Yes, go." He was the girl's only kin on the ship, as much a guardian as she had right now. If she was as sick as she had looked, he would need to find her and take her to sickbay if needed. "I'll explain to Hris'il."

"Thank you," Alex nodded, turning around and half-running through the crowded room and out of the door. In the hallway, he weaved in and out of the crewmembers, offering an apology here and there when they protested.

Amelia...

 

[HookerBoots]

Amelia was breathing hard, trying to ignore the smell of men around her. It seemed like every crew member she passed was male, and . . . it was so difficult to keep moving, to not stop and grab them, beg them to take her where she stood. But she forced herself to keep going, to ignore the imperative that was pulling her towards them.

By the time she got to the apartment, she was feeling a little better, but not by much. She was sweating all over, her skin felt . . . tingly and hot, her legs were weak, and she was rock hard. What was going on with her? Why was she feeling this way? At least in their apartment, she'd be able to rest, to try and figure out what's going on.

The door opened after her sixth try on the keypad, and she staggered inside, relieved that the air here smelled different, cleaner. She still felt strange, not bad, but odd. Maybe she should take a shower. That would help, and maybe she'd be able to . . . well, get rid of the problem that was presenting itself below her waist.

She grabbed a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt and headed into the bathroom. Turned on the water, stripped down, and . . . god, she was so stiff and hot. And there was another smell in the bathroom, sweet and heady, she just couldn't place it. As she stepped in the shower, realized she hadn't shut the door all the way. That was all right, though. She was alone and safe.

 

[Armphid]

Alex couldn't get home fast enough. The door seemed to take forever to accept the code and open for him, the anxious youth turning to slip through before it had even fully opened for him. "Amelia?" Things looked all right. Although there was an odd scent in the air...somehow familiar, and...somehow tantalizing. And...that chair had been moved!

The piece of furniture was shoved out of it's usual spot, as though someone had leaned heavily upon it in passing. His heart skipped a beat, had she been so weak and weary? What was wrong? "Amelia! Are you here?"

There! Her clothers were in a rough pile by the bathroom door. She'd never just leave them lying around like that! In her room, sure, but not in the public area. Alex hopped over the couch, running over to kneel by the discarded garments. No vomit. No blood. There was a strange smell from the pants she'd worn, but..."Amelia, can you hear me? Your teacher said you were sick, and I'm worried, are you okay?"

 

[HookerBoots]

Leaning against the wall of the shower, Amelia's eyes opened. "I'm fine, Alex. Just taking a shower to see if it helps." Sighing, she pushed herself upright and shoved her wet hair off her face. "I'll be out in a minute." It hadn't helped her erection, but she felt a little better, fresher. She rinsed herself over again, and shut off the water.

But she didn't feel like getting out of the shower yet. It was warm, and her clothes felt so . . . restrictive. She leaned against the wall again, her arms braced on the wall opposite the shower head and her forehead resting on her arms. Just a few minutes, the air felt cool and wonderful on her damp skin, her whole body feeling better, but her emotions hadn't calmed down at all. Her insides felt tumultuous, her legs weak around the knees. And she was still as hard as she'd ever been.

She shifted, and her hip clipped a bottle of shampoo. She hadn't set it on the self well, and it tumbled to the floor of the shower. "Dammit," she muttered, bending down to grab it, trying to avoid slipping on the wet floor.

 

[Armphid]

If it helps? "Amelia, if you're sick...I want to take care of you, okay?" He sighed, almost wishing he could go in there and actually see for himself if she was all right. She'd told him she was, but...sometimes she'd say she was fine, even if she wasn't. He did the same thing. He should go in there anyway. Only way to know. And he might see her na-

Wait, what? He frowned, slapping himself on the forehead. What was wrong with him? First checking out all the girls at school, and now thinking of trying to catch his sister in the shower? To see her naked, water droplets glistening on her skin, her hair damp and pressed to her, her firm, pert-

Hell. Maybe he needed a shower too. A cold one. Ice cold.

Alex walked away from the bathroom door with a sigh, glancing back every now and then. Showering was probably a good idea and all. Being clean helped with sickness better than a lot of things, and he knew that. But...knowing she might be sick or hurt and not being able to put his hands on her...how did he really know she was okay?

The water turned off, and there was nothing. No reassurances, no sound of her voice at all. Not sound of movement either. No toweling, no fan humming. Just silence. He turned to look at the door, eyes wide and worried. It was nothing. Had to be. She was just relaxing before getting out and drying off. yeah.

Then he heard something hit the floor, and he was off. "Amelia!" He was through the door well before the thought hit him that this might not be prudent. "Are you-oh...kay." Alex stopped, sliding a little on the damp floor as he did so. His eyes were still wide, but not from worry.

Amelia was naked, bare and not even a towel covering her. She was standing up, a fallen bottle of shampoo in her hands. Her pale, smooth skin was almost luminous, a contrast to the rosy color of her nipples, and the now wetly dark hair around her long, hard, veiny cock and pretty little pussy. Her breasts were firm and pert, high and well formed, generous and glorious. Her hips were round and looked perfect for taking hold of. Her legs were lean, fit, and long. Her body was damp and water made her almost seem to shine. His eyes drank her in, and he could feel his own cock stiffening and swelling in the way that hers was. "God, Amelia...I..."

 

[HookerBoots]

She stopped dead, freezing where she stood, as Alex barreled into the bathroom. Her eyes were wide, and she was only barely aware of being naked. That smell . . . it was his smell, her brother's smell. Amelia could feel her cock getting stiffer, even against her will. "Alex, I . . . ."

Her eyes travelled down his body, stopping at the growing bulge in his pants. And suddenly realized that she was stark naked. The shampoo bottle dropped from her hand, and her hands scrambled to cover herself. "Oh, god!"

Amelia tried to turn, to hide her bare body, and her right foot went out from under her. "Fuck!" she cried, her hands going over her head as she started to fall.

 

[Armphid]

She tumbled backward, only to thump against her brother's body, Alex stepping up behind her, his arms closing around to catch her against him. "I've got you," he said. He felt so strange. Not scared or ashamed or anything but...he felt hot and his throat was dry. "I've got you," he said again, in a softly, slightly husky voice.

One arm was looped about her waist, the other under her arms, just barely avoiding touching her bare breasts as it ran across her chest. She felt...she felt good there. Her body was warm and soft and her smell...something about that smell.

He looked down at her, his face showing his confusion along with something else. Something more base, and far simpler. A growing heat. A desire. A need. She ass rubbed against his hardness through his clothes, and he groaned. "Amelia..."

One hand reached slowly up to cup her chin, tilting her face up. He looked into those gorgeous eyes, seeing a reflection of his own feelings, and an unspoken invitation. He gasped suddenly, then after a moment, hugged her tightly to him, dipping his head to kiss her firmly on those sweet lips.

 

[HookerBoots]

She whimpered softly as his lips pressed against hers. This wasn't right, he was her brother, and she . . . she was a freak, and he . . . he tasted sooooo good.

The thought of pushing back, running to her room and locking the door, crossed her mind, and she rejected it out of hand. This felt too good, too right. It felt as though she were melting in his arms, her body and lips so hot it was a miracle that she didn't fuse with him where they touched.

Had she wanted this? It felt amazing, even the texture of his shirt against her back and side felt so incredibly erotic . . . and his smell, his scent was in her nose, all around her, rubbing off on her skin. She didn't want this. She needed it.

With a soft snarl, Amelia broke the kiss to turn and face Alex, her eyes fixed on his face. The hunger there thrilled her, made her own desire more urgent. She stepped into him, her hands going to the buttons of his shirt as her lips met his again, demanding and giving, parting to let her tongue slide out and press against his with a sound between a snarl and a moan.

Amelia's fingers couldn't work the buttons, no matter how she tried. The first one unfastened reluctantly, and she gave in to the frustration. She needed his skin against her, now. Instead of searching for buttons, her fingers shifted to grip, then pulled apart sharply, baring his chest and sending buttons clattering to the floor. Without pausing the kiss, Amelia guided him, pressing her twin brother against the wall as she pressed her body against him, moaning as her hard cock brushed against his pants.

 

[Armphid]

He couldn't believe he'd just kissed his sister. Kissed her and loved it! Kissed her and had her respond, with almost ferocity! Though what came next, tossed 'almost' right out the door.

His little sister was throwing him around, her kisses potent and penetrating, her tongue raiding his mouth, her hands ripping his shirt open to touch and roughly caress his skin, her body pressing into him, pissing him to the wall, her hard cock pressing into his thigh...and he loved it. Loved every second of it! God! He'd never been so fucking turned on!

Alex responded at last, his lips fiercely meeting hers, moans and low growls in his throat. It was almost like a switch had been flipped in his brain. Only dimly was he aware that this was wrong, that they shouldn't do it, that he shouldn't have the hardest, biggest erection of his life as his sister's nude body ravaged him. All that mattered now was him and her, and both of them getting theirs.

His hands ran madly over her body. Over her shoulders, down her back, grabbing and fondling her ass, over her thighs, around her hips, up her stomach, down to brush her stiff hardness. He moaned into her lips...then pushed her back off of him.

He stood, staring at her, panting. He licked his lips, his hands dipping to fumble for a moment with his belt and pants. Moments later they fell to the floor, a split-second before she was on him again. Their lips met in a feverish, desperate kiss, tongues dueling. Her hands tore his boxers apart, the black fabric shredding in her hands and fluttering in the moist air as she flung the tatters away.

He pushed his hips forward, moaning as his cock was flattened against her stomach, a trail of pre-cum oozing out onto her flesh.

 

[HookerBoots]

She stood panting while he took off his pants, able to wait just long enough for them to drop before flinging herself at him again. Amelia couldn't remember being this hard ever before, or this wet. She'd never wanted a man this much.

As she tore his boxers off, felt his cock press against her belly, felt his arousal that matched her own, and half-groaned, half-snarled against his lips. Hot, slippery skin pressing against hot, slippery skin, tongues tangling, arms and hands exploring anywhere they could reach without breaking apart.

Pushing back just far enough to take in a heaving breath that only made her more hungry for him. "Alex . . ." her voice came out in a whispering growl, nuzzling his neck, nipping his skin lightly. "Alex, I want you . . . I want you so much . . . ."

She kissed him again, deep and hard, and stepped back so suddenly the air seemed frozen without his heat against her. Turning, Amelia braced one hand on the sink and bent over. Her fingers went between her legs, spreading open her wet pussy. "Please, Alex . . . fuck me. I need it, need to feel you inside me."

 

[Armphid]

His hands raided her body, grabbing, fondling, trying to touch and feel every inch of her hot, almost burning hot, skin. So smooth. So sweet. Her lips were everywhere, on his lips, on his neck, her shoulders, his fingers, kissing fiercely, almost viciously. Her small teeth nipped and bit and pulled at his skin while she growled and grunted.

God, he loved it!

It was impossibly sexy, inconceivably arousing. The way she sweetly, hungrily, whisper-snarled his name. She wanted him, and he knew in his heart and soul that he wanted her just as much. He needed her as much. His sister. His perfect, beautiful, brilliant sister. His lover now.

He felt a wrench when she pulled away, almost whimpering, his hands still reaching for her...until he saw what she was doing. Fuck. "Amelia, I need you so bad..." She was bent over in front of him, looking back at him over her shoulder, want written all over her sweat slicked face, one hand spreading her pretty pussy wide open for him to see...and to enter. His eyes locked on it, and he felt a fresh surge of lust. He moaned, stepping forward, grabbing hold of her ass, his hands sliding up to her hips. "Yes, Amelia, going to fuck you...I want you so bad it hurts, need that sweet cunt around my cock."

He wasted no time, no gentleness. This wasn't love making, and if he'd even tried it, she'd have thrown him down and taken what she wanted. Alex lined up with her displayed vagina, then rocked his hips forward, and his long, hard rod plunged into her searing wet depths. He threw back his head, an almost howling moan bursting from his heaving chest. His hands pulled her back, impaling her as far onto his cock as he could get her.

For a moment, he held it there. Alex leaned forward, his chest against her back. One hand slid up to rub and paw at her breasts, the other circling low to take her throbbing dick in hand. "Going to fuck you," he growled, "need you...mmm...want you...love you..." He started to move, short, fast, powerful thrusts, rocking her body forward with each stab, his hand stroking her member with the same swift, unrelenting pace.

 

[HookerBoots]

The last shred of her rational mind died in a haze of lust as she felt Alex's cock push into her. Her hand moved from holding her pussy open for him - though the feel of his cock sliding between her fingers was wonderful - and gripped the sink tightly. "Feels so . . . fuckin' great . . . god . . . ."

She'd never felt so amazing, her body drenched in pleasure. And her brother's cock was so big, so perfect inside of her. It was like . . . water in the desert. Satisfying, but not enough. And his hand on her cock was even better. The feel of him slamming into her, combined with his hand on her hot, hard shaft . . . Amelia felt as though her head was going to explode with so much pleasure.

Letting out a low, heated growl, she looked over her shoulder again, eyes glazed with sensation. "Such an amazing fuck . . . Alex, god, yes . . . jerk my cock, fuck my cunt, do me hard, big brother . . . do me hard, Alex . . . ."

 

[Armphid]

This was never what he'd imagined. Alex had never been with a girl before. Sure, he'd wanted his share of porn, looked at dirty pictures, read erotica, jerked off, fantasized, but...none of that came close to the actual experience. He never imagined it would be like this. So frenzied, so pure. That it would be his little sister who made him a man, taking his hard cock into her tight, banging young body.

His little sister, grunting and groaning in animal pleasure, pushing herself back to drive him deeper into her. His little sister, looking back at him, demanding, begging, wanting, needing him to fuck her.

He never thought it would happen like this. And he was glad. This was so much better than anything he could have imagined.

Alex started to pump faster, harder, the wet, slurping, slapping sound of their fucking almost drowing out their moans, growls, and whimpers. It felt so good! So damn good! Her cunt was so fucking tight and hot and wet! And her cock felt huge and hard and heavenly in his hand! Did his own feel like that to her? What would it feel like to have it inside...

"God! Amelia, ohh, little sister, you feel so fucking good on me!" His hand was sliding up and down her cock at lightning speed. "Fuck you hard and deep and long, big brother's going to fuck you can cum in your tight little pussy!" He was almost throwing himself forward into her, rocking her with each thrust, "You like it hard, I'll give it to you hard! Fuck you so you can't walk straight! That what you want? Huh, is that what you want, my...nnn...sexy...slutty...sister..."

 

[HookerBoots]

"Ohhhhh, fuck, yes!" she moaned, licking her lips. "That's just what I want, Alex, I want you to give me that cock til I can't walk, I love your hot, thick meat in me." Amelia could feel her climax approaching, both in her pussy and in her cock. And she wanted it, wanted to feel him cum inside of her.

"I want to feel you cum in me, I want you to shoot your load inside of me," she hissed, her breathing labored. "I want it, Alex . . . I want you to cum, to make me cum . . . I want to cum." Amelia could barely believe that she was the one talking, doing this. She was having sex with her brother, and she'd never felt so good in her life. It was so dirty, so wrong . . . she never wanted to stop.

Her hands were gripping so tightly on the sink that her knuckles were white, and her knees were weak. It felt like the only thing holding her up was Alex fucking her, and she just closed her eyes. "Alex, god, you're such a great fuck! Feels so . . . fucking amazing . . . ."

 

[Armphid]

"Fuck, yes!" It was almost hard to believe that this dirty-talking, cock-hungry, fuck loving slut was his beautiful little Amelia. "So good, sooo fucking good, Amelia!" But part of him felt like...this had always been there within her. Waiting to come out. She was a sexual girl, but had always bottled that up, repressed it. That didn't meant it went away. "Cum, baby sister. I want you to cum, want to feel your cunt shake around my dick, feel your cock pulse in my hand, squirting your load all over..."

His raging manhood was awash in her, driving into her core over and over again, never ceasing, moving still faster. Her glistening juices covered his dick, his balls, his upper thighs, and the sweetly rank smell of sex was a heady fume in the air. "Fuck, oooh, fucking hell, sis, I'm....not far...soo close...God, I'm going to cum in you! Going to fill you up with my jizz!" His sister, he was going to cum in his sister's vagina. His seed would be in her. "All my seed in your pussy, your pussy that's so fucking sweet, so good to fuck, feels so right, so sexy on my cock..."

It was wrong. It was anathema, it was sinful, it was dirty, it was primal, it was delicious, it was magical, it was wrong in all the good ways, and it felt so good, so right that it was wrong! It just made it even better, even sweeter.

"Ooh, damn, you're su-uuuhhnn...such a good fuck...the best...perfect...fucking...lay...I could ever want." He panted out the words, and suddenly was aware of a tightening know in his scrotum. "Ah! Amelia! Take it! Take it all, little sister!" The knot came undone, and he surged up onto his tip toes, thrusting harder and finally into her, shaking. "FUCK! Yes! Yes, Amelia, ooooh, fuck, feels soooo..." His length seemed to swell within her, then the first burst splattered within her, more and more and more filling her with hot, sticky, white glory.

 

[HookerBoots]

She felt him explode inside of her, filling her with his hot, sweet sperm. And her whole body seemed to throb. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking his cock, even as her own cock started to spray her own seed into the air. The only regret she had was that she was cumming into the air of the bathroom and not inside of someone, preferably her brother.

It felt . . . god, she'd never felt an orgasm like this, her whole body felt like it was cumming. Pure pleasure seemed to be just rushing out of every part of her, and the her cry of pleasure was low, primal, animalistic. "Alex, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

 

[Armphid]

"Yes," he grunted, his hips still bucking. Feeling her cunt squeeze his cock, pumping it, milking him of every last drop of jizz was magnificent. If you cold feel glory, it would feel like this. It was golden and deep, suffusing his whole being with raw, carnal joy. He loved it! He'd never cum like this, never felt like this. "Yes, Amelia, yesss, so...fucking....goood..."

His hand still slid up and down her shaft, wetting it now with some of her own cum, his hand having got in the way of a jet or two. It felt warm, almost hot, and thick, and sticky, and wonderful. The smell of his cum and hers, and her pussy, filled the air, an almost intoxicating scent. As he stroked her dick, rubbing her own load into her skin, he wondered...what it would taste like...how it would feel to have that shot onto him, or...or into him...

His legs were starting to feel weak, but he didn't want to move out of her, or let her go. He never wanted to leave her. Her pussy felt so good, so right, and so deliciously wrong. He reached up with both hands to take hold of her breasts, squeezing them. "...That was incredible...I've never felt anything like this...and I...I want more of it...more of you."

 

[HookerBoots]

She sighed happily, weakly, the best kind of weakness in every muscle in her body. Amelia could feel the stickiness of her cum on his hands, pressing against her breasts. This was so hot, so right and wonderful . . . . "I want more too, Alex." She lifted one hand from the sink, placing it over his hand on her breasts. "I want more of your cock, more of you." Her fingers squeezed over his, and she straightened slowly, feeling his chest press against her back.

'I've never felt anything like . . . like us. You're such an amazing lover, brother." Just saying it made her cock stiffen slightly, and she wondered how on earth she could be getting hard again so soon. But there was no questioning the fact that she was. She wanted him again, and again, until neither of them could walk.

Turning her head, kissing him over her shoulder, she nipped his lower lip before pulling away. His dick slid out of her dripping cunt as she did, and a low, almost inaudible groan escaped her lips. That was the saddest feeling she'd ever felt. But she had an idea that they'd both like to get cleaned up. "Shower with me, Alex. And maybe we can . . . do something else while we get clean?"

 

[Armphid]

Alex nodded, kissing her again, a lingering kiss that hinted at how much he wanted to continue this thing between them. He smiled then, as he hugged her to him, his hands flexing to squeeze her perky tits. "All right, Amelia." He chucked softly, "The last time we took a shower together...well, never mind." It had been 10 years or more. But he didn't want to think about that. It made him start to feel like...like this was wrong. To remind him that this was a sin in the eyes of men, and in the law of all the worlds.

But it felt...it felt really good. And he was happy right now, and so was she...that couldn't be bad.

Think about it later, Alex. He lowered his head to nip and then nibble at one earlobe. "So...what exactly is this "something else" you had in mind, little sister?" He walked with her in front of him, arms still around her, up and into the open shower stall. He reached back to slide it closed with one hand, which then turned on the water. After a moment, a steady, warm, hissing stream struck the young lovers' bodies, the temperature raising...as was he. So soon? Yeah...there was no way this was bad.