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“Mmm… like that, baby? Want big sister to ride you harder?” Mina asked, barely able to keep her composure as the fires raged within her core, rising with each roll of her hips. Bit by bit, she could feel her pleasure building, and carried by the surge of sensations, she began to pick up the pace, pushing up with her feet until she had just the rounded head inside her depths, leaving her feeling almost empty, before slamming back down. As she settled upon him, the tempting heat caused Mark to groan a low, desperate sound and his hands seized her full buttocks as his knees bent on their own volition.
They moaned in unison as the new angle pushed his shaft deeper inside her, but Mina never lingered and continued moving along his length. Keeping her eyes fixed to Mark’s lust-darkened orbs, relishing the sight of him contorting in such pleasurable agony, she slid up and down, working his rigid cock in and out of her tight pussy. With each deep plunge, soft moans fled her lips and her pace quickened, until the bedsprings were creaking with her movements as she bounced upon him.
Beneath her, Mark was panting through clenched teeth, uttering low moans every time he was fully encased inside her, his fingers groping and kneading the tight mounds of her buttocks, his trimmed nails digging in just hard enough for her to feel the sting and know he was leaving small half-moon marks.
“Ooh… like that, baby? Mmm- you like watching your sister bounce on your cock, don’t you? Yeah, I know you do. It feels so fucking good…” she purred, the sensation of his cock stretching and rubbing against her inner walls as she gyrated upon him, sending hot shivers rushing up her spine. With her every move she could feel that familiar pressure mounting inside her, a low burning pleasure amassing at the base of her spine, and she struggled to keep her motions fluid. Yet her body needed more, and on the next downward plunge, her hips rolled subtly to rub her G-spot along his length.
The sudden jolt had her hands pawing the flat plane of her sibling’s stomach and her mouth fell open in a long moan. Sensing her muscles tense around him, drawing him deeper into her depths, she couldn’t help but tilt her hips so that every stroke would brush that sweet spot.
“Ahh… ahh… God! It’s… it’s so hot… ugh… so… hot!” Mina moaned, her core dissolving into a pit of molten wildfire and sending a rush of warmth coursing through her veins. Swept along on the furious tide of her orgasm, she could no longer hold herself back and began bounding up and down with renewed vigour. It was getting harder for her to breathe, her lungs squashed by the constricting hold of her top, the cotton growing tighter by the second. No! It was too tight! So hot! She needed to breathe. Her back arching, she raked her hands down Mark’s flat abdomen and up her thighs to where the hem of her top clung to her midriff. Seizing the garment in both hands, she dragged it up her body, breaking eye contact for the first time as she pulled it up and over her head in one effortless motion before carelessly flinging it off the bed to the floor, leaving her utterly naked. Mark’s gaze immediately fixed on her cleavage.
Typical.
The air felt chilled and her skin prickled under his hungry gaze. The feeling of cool air wafting over her fevered flesh served only to make the fires burn fiercer. She brought both her hands up to cup her perky breasts, expertly kneading the pliant flesh while rolling her already pebbled nipples between her thumb and forefingers. She was so sensitive at that moment that even the lightest touch was electric, and she arched wantonly into her own touch, trying to receive more of the pleasure shooting through her body.
The sight of her shamelessly groping her breasts while riding him however, proved too much for Mark and he instinctively bucked up to meet her downward motion.
“Ah!” she gasped, tossing her head back in sheer ecstasy as his sudden forcefulness drove him deeper, her walls stretching and rippling around him, sparks of pleasure igniting behind her eyes. Caught off guard, her legs gave way and she had to throw her arms out as she doubled over in rapture. Bracing her palms against his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, she tried to gather enough breath to scold him for his disobedience but he was well past caring and with a primal grunt, began thrusting upward into her liquid heat.
“Ugh! Mina… your pussy’s so small, so tight… I love it!” he gasped, his eyes alive with feral lust, driving into her with desperate, almost mindless strokes. The sound of Mark’s voice saying such dirty things gave her a naughty thrill, and he was being so rough with each thrust she could feel the fire in her loins spread as her channel pulsed, sending bolts of white-hot desire travelling along her nerves. Forgetting her objections, Mina gave herself up to his powerful thrusts.
Moving with him, matching him thrust for deep, penetrating thrust, she rocked and rolled her hips, bouncing vigorously upon his shaft, filling the space between them with the wet slaps of flesh meeting flesh as her nectar ran down her thighs. Delighting in her exuberance, Mark rocked and thrashed and groaned beneath her, his forceful lunges delving ever deeper into her plush depths as her eager hips gyrated, riding him with increasing fervour.
“Oh… you bad boy… ah… ah- yes… you like your stepsister bouncing up and down on your dick? Mmm… want me to fuck you harder- oh… God… your dick feels so go… oh… God!” she moaned, damp strands of her rich golden hair spilling over her shoulder as she rose and fell upon him, her mind consumed by his hard length filling her, then retreating, only to fill her again.
Releasing her grip on his shoulders as white-capped waves crashed over her at his every thrust, she stretched her hands out across the rumpled sheets to seize the headboard, using it for leverage to roll her hips against his with greater urgency. Hovering over the curve of his neck, panting hot, wanton breaths as the inferno raging in her core burned with fresh intensity, signifying her building climax, she bent down to take his earlobe between her teeth, flattening her breasts against his torso. Her pebbled nipples dragged against his torso, her body on fire. She suckled on the fleshy nub of his ear before laying a fiery trail of licks and kisses down the side of his throat to nibble along the ridge of his collarbone.
Utterly fixated upon the feelings amassing inside her, she was barely aware of the bed trembling beneath their passion or the repeating thump of the headboard striking the wall. Neither did either of them notice the dot of crimson glowing at the base of the bedroom door.
Gnawing wantonly on his collarbone, alternating between sharp nips and soothing licks, her sounds of pleasure muffled against his shoulder as the smouldering sensations burning through her dominated her senses. She felt the fire building inside her again, preparing to erupt. God! She was close, so very close. Yet it was not enough, nowhere near enough, and unable to stand the torture a moment longer, she pushed away from the headboard. Rearing back, both hands coming round to grip his upraised knees, she tossed her head back and cried out in sheer euphoria.
“Oh, God! Mark… your dick feels so good… oh, baby- yes…” she gasped, her pert breasts bouncing in time to the rocking of her hips and tight buttocks smacking against his thighs with a lewd, wet slap. Using her grip on his knees to help speed her movements, she focused all her energies on reaching her peak, meeting his every thrust with a plummeting descent and grinding her pelvis against his in tight circles. Every time their bodies joined, her clit banged against his pelvic bone, igniting a lightning storm within the bundle of nerves that propelled along her spine to every fibre of her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of sweet oblivion. “Ugh… fuck, yes! Give it to me… I want it. Harder, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“Ah… shit- Mina… I can-can’t take it… your-your pussy is so-so… I’m going to cum!” moaned Mark, his eyes hooded and glazed, his pale skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of perspiration, and his face a mask of absolute ecstasy, contorting his features. He was bucking beneath her, his cock swelling inside and jerking excitedly as her inner walls convulsed around him, his grip on her buttocks tightening to the point of agony, both steadying her and urging her to go faster, harder.
“Yes-yes… cum inside me… grind that cock into me… fill me up- oh, my God!” Mina was frantic, rising and falling, rotating her pelvis down onto his bucking shaft’s upward thrusts, riding him with such feverish abandon that her body shook as she raced towards her release. “Make my pussy cum- oh fuck- make that pussy cum again- oh God, oh God, oh God.” She was so close, her clit was pulsing and she could feel a tongue of flame lash her depths, the tight knot of fire within her core rippling and quaking, sending renewed shivers of delight to prickle her skin.
Mark seemed to know just what she needed. As she writhed above him, one of his hands released its grip on her and slithered down her mound to where they were joined, and two of his fingers closed over her swollen clitoris, rolling it back and forth between the digits as though he were testing a grape. The simple touch was like a strike from a bolt of lightning. Already on sensory overload, this fresh assault pitched Mina over the edge and the plateau came upon her so abruptly she only had time to impale herself upon him, trying to take his rigid length as deep as possible, before the ball of fire erupted inside her.
It began somewhere deep inside her, a spark, a burst of white-hot fire rippling outward, coursing through her, crashing against her until it had completely overwhelmed her senses. On their own volition, her hands released their grip on his knees and rose up to tangle in her hair, her lips parting in a voiceless scream of ecstasy. The world slipped from focus as vibrant streams of aurora glazed her vision. She could feel herself shaking in throes of pleasure, every nerve in her body suddenly electrified, her muscles convulsing in a flood of liquid pleasure. Swept up in the turbulent passion of her climax, she dimly heard Mark gasp and moan, his voice low and echoing as if she were hearing him from far away, before he shuddered beneath her and a rush of molten heat flooded her depths.
When the tremors finally subsided, every muscle in her body went limp and Mina tumbled into her lover’s embrace, panting long, ragged breaths as an afterglow settled over her like a warm blanket, and mini-aftershocks coursed along her nervous system. Resting her weary head just beneath his chin, she ignored the unfatigued part of her brain that insisted she should hurry this along and instead settled into a comfortable embrace, his arms encircling her narrow waist and drawing her against him as she nestled upon him, listening to his heart’s erratic beating slowly settling into a rhythmic march.
She’d forgotten how much she enjoyed these moments. No words were needed. It was just the closeness, the intimacy of being with someone who knew her better than she knew herself. With Mark, there were no illusions, no promises, and she didn’t have to play a character from a script or meet the public’s impossible expectations. She only had to be herself, if only for these brief moments, and he would accept her for better or worse, never judging her, only loving her as only he could.
Afterglow made her eyes heavy. Snuggling into the crook of his arm, listening to the deep thumps of his steadying heartbeat, she felt the years slowly lifting until she was once again the girl crying in her room, lost and broken. It had been prom night, but she’d come home after her date had dumped her before the eyes of their entire school year. Finding the house empty, Mina had sealed herself away and wept till her eyes were red and sore and then there had been a knock on her door.
“Go away” she’d tried to yell through a fit of sobs, but her voice was little more than a croaky whisper. Mark hadn’t listened and had come in. Again she demanded him to leave her alone, but he wouldn’t, he’d just stood in the doorway, watching her, taking in the sight of her curled up on her bed, dress dishevelled and her makeup smeared and tear-streaked. When she finished, her little stepbrother crossed the room and swept her into his arms. Still crying, she tried to pull away and then lashed out, kicking and scratching as if she were fighting for her life before beating her hands on his chest. He never let her go. Three years younger, but already bigger and stronger, he held her close until the storm passed and she went still.
They’d remained like that for the longest time. Mina didn’t say a word, only basked in the comfort of his embrace. When she did finally stir, she found him already watching her, his brown eyes big and round and glassy with fear. She’d never seen him so afraid and when their eyes met, she did the unthinkable. She kissed him. It was their first true kiss, but the first of many. In his arms, she felt free in a way she’d never thought possible. They’d tumbled together onto the bed, their lips and fingers avidly exploring this new territory. He’d set a fire in her soul and suddenly the world around them had ceased to exist. They made love well into the early hours, their hunger for each other apparently unquenchable. Though a confessed virgin, he’d played her body with an intuitive familiarity, each time building her up to new heights of pleasure before bringing her crashing down, over and over and over again, until dawn’s pink and gold light had bathed their spent bodies at the peak of a final release…
Mark suddenly shifted beneath her, shattering her reverie, his softening shaft slipping from her, causing her to groan in displeasure as the feeling of emptiness that followed shattered the spell that had fallen over her, dragging her back to cold reality. She found him already watching her, his perpetually unruly hair a sweat-sodden mop of chestnut strands, falling over his eyes and a goofy smile turning the corners of his lips.
He was just so cute. The sight brought butterflies to her stomach and she leant up, pressing a gentle, almost chaste, kiss to his lips before drawing back and returning the smile. “So squirt, did you enjoy your birthday present?”
Mark’s smile broadened, his eyes sparkling with emotion beneath the strands of his hair. The tip of his tongue swept across his lips, moistening them, and he brought his hand up to cup her chin, the pads of his fingertips gently brushing over the soft skin. “This was fant-”
“Well, isn’t this something?”
