Authors: Selena Kitt
“Mm.” He agreed, rolling his tongue in a circle around the brown bud. “But I like your pussy better.”
He stood up, taking her with him. The chair fell over as he put his sister on the kitchen counter and spread her legs with his wide palms. Sasha stared down in wonder as he wrapped his arms around her hips, leaning in to eat her pussy.
“Oh! Gavin!” His tongue wasn’t tentative or hesitant. He went straight to her clit, flicking it, teasing it, sucking it. His hands moved under her ass, lifting her more to his mouth, and she ran a hand through the thick mop of his hair—she really had cut it a little too short—pulling him closer.
“You taste so fucking good,” he gasped, rubbing his stubbly cheek against her flesh. She’d shaved his cock and balls, but he still had two days’ growth on his cheeks and it stung as he burrowed in between her legs.
“Put your fingers in,” she panted. “Oh please...”
Gavin brought a hand around to slide two fingers into her wetness. She bucked when he did that, her head going back. She rested her elbows back on the counter—there was plenty of room behind her, and let his finger and lick her until she was wild with wanting him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she swore throatily, feet planted on the counter, pushing her pussy against his devouring mouth. It was so good she could barely stand it. “Gavin, you’re gonna make me come! Baby! Oh God, yes, yes, little brother, make me come all over your face!”
A scream ripped from her throat as she climaxed, her pussy clenching down on his plunging fingers, her clit throbbing with delicious waves of pleasure as he sucked it into his mouth like it was a tiny little cock. Sasha screamed his name again and again, thrashing on the counter, bucking wildly, almost sobbing with the strength of her orgasm.
Gavin gathered her to him, kissing her softly, letting her taste herself on his tongue as she wrapped herself, arms and legs, around him, still shaking, clinging.
“Oh my God,” she whispered against his neck, feeling the steel heat of his cock trapped between them. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
Gavin didn’t speak. He just picked her up again, quickly turning her around and pressing her against the counter. Then he raised one of her legs, hooking her knee on the counter’s edge. Sasha cried out when his fingers probed her fat, swollen lips, still sensitive from her climax. He slid the enormous head of his cock around her pussy lips in an attempt to find an entry. She was glad it took him a moment, and she didn’t help him, so she could catch her breath.
But it didn’t take him long.
She let out a little scream when Gavin inserted himself. First the tip of his cock, swollen and large. Then, as if by magic, he was inside, and off to the races.
“Feel good?” she glanced over her shoulder at him, pushing hair out of her eyes.
“Fuck yeah.” He nodded, briefly pressing his lips together in a grim line. “You feel so good.”
His hands explored her back, her ass. His fingers worked to grasp the pillowy skin of her ass, digging in, making her gasp.
“I've wanted you for so long,” Gavin said as he thrust, looking down at her ass, her pussy, as he fucked her. His gaze was focused between their legs, where he was fucking her, wild, like an animal, like he couldn’t hold back. “So. Fucking. Long. Oh, God, Sasha, I can’t... I can’t...”
She saw it in his face, contorted, pained, and knew what was happening. He was a dam about to break. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back. And he wasn’t wearing a condom.
He pulled out with a low, strangled cry.
“I'm going to come,” he panted between breaths, his hand reaching to stroke his engorged cock.
“No, let me.” Sasha got quickly down on her knees in the middle of the kitchen to finish him off. Outside, she heard the everyday noises of lawn mowers and traffic, but inside, she was fiercely jerking her stepbrother’s cock against her cheek, dying to feel him climax.
“I want your hot cum all over me,” she whispered throatily, all the while increasing the speed and ferocity of her manipulation.
Gavin’s hips jerked as her hands worked his throbbing cock, fingers of one hand wrapped around his cock's base, working the head with the other. His eyes fluttered and he inhaled in short staccato breaths, his body practically vibrating. His hand moved through her hair and he looked down at her with those dark, smoky eyes, mouth slack.
“Fuckkkkk,” he growled, fisting her hair as his cum erupted in short, hot jets against his sister’s cheek. She turned her head to catch the next eruption, pressing her lips around the tip, her tongue against the slit as if she might be able to keep it in. But that was impossible. It flooded out, spewing into her mouth with such force, it almost made her gag.
“Oh God, I'm coming! I'm coming!” Gavin trembled, muscles taut, oblivious to everything around him.
He grabbed Sasha's head, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth as he finished. And even after emptying himself—she couldn’t imagine he had any more left in the smooth, pursed skin of the balls she held in her hand—he still shuddered and undulated. Aftershocks extended the bliss for a few more seconds as he bucked and rocked into her throat.
Gavin used the hold he had on her hair to pull her up to him, kissing her deeply, pressing her against the kitchen counter with his whole body. She cupped his face in her hands, feeling the prickle of his stubble against her palms, the sweet swirl of his tongue through her mouth. He was tasting himself. God, that was hot. Her pussy throbbed.
“You’re breaking up with what's-his-face.” Gavin reached down to grab her ass, lifting her up onto the counter again.
“Let's not get ahead of ourselves.” She laughed.
For a moment she couldn’t even remember what’s-his-face’s name, or even picture said man’s face. He was a local DJ, an arrogant asshole who liked to fuck so he could look at himself in the mirror when they did it. Jonathan. She didn’t care if she ever saw Jonathan again, but she wasn’t going to tell Gavin that. Yet.
“Let's not fuck around.” He pulled back to look at her, brows low, frowning. “I know you have feelings for me.”
“I don't know what you mean?” Sasha batted her eyelashes, giggling when he growled and dug his fingers into her hips.
“Quit.” He scowled. “You wouldn’t have done this if you didn’t feel something.”
“Oh, I feel
something
all right.” She wiggled against him, smiling, teasing. “You feel something too, don’t you?”
He nodded.
“The way you looked at me...” She traced her finger down his cheek, remembering when she’d shaved his face, how he’d followed her upstairs. “When I was in the shower...”
“
That?”
He grinned.
“
I admired the scenery, I'll admit.”
“The scenery?” she scoffed. “Is that what I am now?”
“I'm dripping jizz all over the kitchen floor, you know.” He glanced down. “Your mom’s not going to like that.”
“Shall we continue this debate in the shower?” She slid off the counter, tilting her chin up to look at him. “Race you.”
She escaped his arms before he could move and she giggled as he chased her up the stairs. Turning on the shower before she sat to pee, Gavin huffed into the bathroom, leaning naked against the doorframe while he watched her wipe. They were already so comfortable with each other—they’d lived together for two years. This seemed just like a natural extension of their relationship, now that they’d crossed that imaginary line.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her as she flushed the toilet.
Funny, she’d been thinking the same thing, looking at him standing there, cock soft now. But it wasn’t just his cock she was after. It was him. That sweet, smirky smile. The way his arms bulged as he crossed them over his chest. His thighs flexed as he shifted his weight. He was a beautiful man, and in spite of their age difference, Sasha knew he was wise beyond his years. He’d been her best frenemy and co-conspirator since she’d met him, and now they had fallen together into a whole new world.
“Come on.” She wrinkled her nose at him, testing the water. It was warm.
Gavin and Sasha entered the shower together. She let him get the brunt of the spray while she stood in front of him, getting dripped on. Gavin’s hands found her, dipping his head out of shower spray to kiss her, his fingers trailing over her wet skin. He turned her to face the tile, running his hands over her ass, cupping, gripping. Then she felt the heat of his erection. He smacked it against one cheek and the other one.
“You are such a child,” she said, her fingers coming around to pinch Gavin's nipple.
They play-wrestled while the water streamed down their bodies. The reek of Gavin's cum gave way to the antiseptic odors of soap and shampoo. She let Gavin lather her ample breasts, his thumbs lingering on her nipples. Both erect once again. Just like he was.
He held on to her while she feigned escape. His cock hardened against her thighs.
“I wish I could have done this when I first met you,” he said between kisses. “I wanted to taste every inch of your luscious little body.”
“Prove it, Valentino,” Sasha dared.
Gavin grinned. He said nothing, but let his mouth clamp on to a wet breast. Then he sucked, his mouth devouring her, inch by inch, his face still scruffy, leaving red marks over her skin. Sasha’s body gave itself to him without any thought. She leaned back against the tile, feeling his fingers journey down her back and ass, finding the hot vent of her cunt, probing her fat, swollen lips.
Sasha grasped the shower walls while Gavin explored her stomach and navel. Then his tongue lingered around her upper thighs. Such a tease. Gavin drew out his desires on her flesh and she understood every single one. She begged him for more, pleading for release, and just when she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, his tongue dove into her hot cunt.
He licked her like a madman, burying his face, squeezing her ass. She put one leg up over his shoulder, reaching down to spread her lips open, showing him her clit, giving him easier access. He moaned and sucked at the little nub, making her jump in response. He grasped her ass, using his tongue like a shovel from the bottom to the top, drinking her in.
“God! Gavin!” she cried. He was going to make her come again, and fast.
His response was muffled in her cunt as she shuddered and rocked, her moans echoing off the tile as she climaxed. Her empty pussy snapped closed again and again on nothing, making her feel the void, making her want him, even in the midst of her orgasm.
“Oh God, please, fuck me,” she begged, raising him from the altar between her legs. She hoped he was hard enough, and was happily surprised to find him quite stiff again.
Gavin turned her around, pointing her face toward the shower controls and pulling her ass into the saddle of his hips. Sasha braced herself against the tile, tilting her pelvis, feeling the heat of his cock head sliding up and down her swollen slit.
“Come on, put it in.” She spread her legs wider, seeing him bend his knees to get a good angle when she glanced over her shoulder. “Please. Don’t tease me. I want you to fuck me.”
He slipped into her with a low grunt and she cried out at the invasion. It was just what she wanted. Gavin reached up to grab the shower head—it was spraying him in the face—and he reached down to press it into Sasha’s hand.
“Play,” he said.
She smiled, turning the shower to a hot, hard pulse, and slid it between her thighs.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good on my balls.” He groaned, thrusting into her from behind, fingers working to hang onto her wet flesh.
“It’s good on my pussy,” she gasped. The water throbbed over her clit, just like his tongue had, but now she was full of him. She felt his cock pounding deep into her flesh, the slap of their wet bodies together echoing in the little bathroom.