Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

And her pussy. I’d seen it before, far closer than this. But framed by her totality, it seemed ever more incredible. Full, pouting lips. That tuft of dark hair. Warm, wanting, welcoming.

I could have stared at her for hours like that. It may have been hours for all the time that I spent sitting there, agape. I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. I had to hope that the look on my face, the clear appearance of supplicant worship, would be enough for my sister would understand.

Something must have been communicated, because Betsy reached her hand down to me — like God reaching to Adam in the Sistine Chapel.

“Come here,” she said, and pulled me up to the bed. I lay back on the comforter, the softness of the mattress feeling like a cloud after the hard, scratchy floor. Betsy climbed over me. Her large breasts hung over my chest. Her body loomed.

“Betsy, you’re so…” Again I tried to say something, to describe my utter awe at her. There wasn’t a word for it, and I stumbled.

My sister touched her finger to my nose. Kissed me lightly on the lips. Her warmth settled into me. Her strength surrounded me. Her soft body drew me in.

“Cold,” she said. Just one word.

I held my sister tight to me. Rubbed my hands up her bare back, her bottom. We rolled to the side, like a single being, and pulled the covers over us. I swear my sister’s eyes were so bright, they lit the darkness.

My sister kissed me, hard. Wrapped her arms around my back. I felt something warm and wet on the base of my cock. Kind of scratchy. I realized that Betsy’s bare pussy was now right on top of my hardness. Rubbing slightly.

I reached between us and gripped her breasts. They overflowed my palms. Her nipples nipping at my skin. I held them aloft in wonder, slowly manipulating my fingers on her flesh. I doubt it felt very good for her, but I didn’t care. The feel of her tits in my hand was too much for me to let go of.

Betsy continued moving her body against mine. She wriggled her butt back and forth, slotting my cock in her folds. There was no pretending here. No acting like it was an accident. Betsy was going to get off on my dick and any other pretense was passed right by.

But it was my own greediness that got us further.

Holding Betsy’s boobs wasn’t enough, you see. When you have glorious tits like those within reach, you have to try for more than just touch. I lifted my sister by the shoulders and slid her up. Moved my own body slightly down. Got her magnificent mounds right at mouth level.

I tongued her tits, then suckled. Betsy groaned in appreciation. Maybe I wasn’t the master of her body in that moment, but I’d finally found something she liked. I licked at her nipples while she writhed.

That isn’t what did it. My dick was safely down between Betsy’s thighs while I sucked on her breasts. But when she slid back. That’s when we did ourselves in.

Betsy moved down, her hungry nether mouth searching for that spot again, the hardness she’d been rubbing on. Only this time, my dick had flopped into a different position. So, when my baby sister slid down, my cock wasn’t under her at all.

In case it’s not evident, I was so hard I could have hammered nails and constantly leaking lubricating fluid. My sister’s pussy was slippery, dripping wet. Already open and primed.

My cockhead dipped into her wanting sex. Breached her opening as easy as sliding a greased-up grape into a rain-slicked tube. Almost too effortless. I felt the heat of Betsy’s pussy slowly start to engulf my cock.

“Bets,” I said. A gasp. “It’s going in.”

“Yeah,” my sister said. She lowered herself further. The head all swallowed. Shaft halfway down. Betsy breathing like she was on the last mile of the marathon. Like every gulp of oxygen burned her throat. As if her lungs were about to burst.

Betsy stopped and for a moment I thought the madness had cleared. She lifted up slightly and I felt myself overwhelmed by the deluge of relief and disappointment. My sister caught my eye. Fuck she was gorgeous. I realized I’d rested my hands on her hips and, damn me, I squeezed to keep her in place. My cock having found this wonderful place now unwilling to let it simply slip away.

Betsy held herself up on her hands. Her tits hung down over my chest, sheened with sweat. Her neck muscles ropy tight. Inexorably, she let me lower her back down on my dick. Till I was buried completely in my sister’s wanting cunt.

As soon as we made contact, as we hilted to the farthest point, my beautiful Betsy began to shiver.

“Hurt?” I asked. I knew it was my sister’s first time. I assumed as much, anyway. The smooth slide into her pussy made me wonder if she’d opened that box before, but everything I knew told me I’d taken my sister’s virginity.

Betsy shook her head vigorously. She was feeling no pain. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Cold?” I asked. She nodded through the tremors.

I couldn’t imagine how. Betsy was wrapped around my body, under heavy covers in a warm house in the middle of a state famous for heat. But still my sister shook something awful. Lips purpling and skin pricking up.

I squeezed Betsy tight, pressing her against me like I was trying to truly merge us into one. She rested her head in the crook of my neck. For a moment, I remembered back to how we would be in a similar spot every time we cuddled. As if this was our position. The way we fit together as one.

But as I held her close, my sister shook me off. She sat up, abruptly. Body trembling. Shiny with sweat and amber from the windowlight. Breasts so perfectly voluptuous. The lips of her vagina spready lewdly over my staff.

Betsy reached back and undid her braid. Brown hair spilled forth. Longer than I’d realized, the ends now practically covering her breasts. She drew the locks back behind her, almost apologetic for obscuring what she had to realize was my favorite sight in the entire universe.

My sister leaned forward, resting her palms on either side of me. She gave me a cocky grin, and I immediately recognized that look. It was the face she made right before the start of a race. The expression she flashed as she passed yet another competitor by.

Betsy raised her curvy butt, luxuriating in the feel of my cock in her pussy, then lowered herself back down. Feeling every ridge and bump in exquisite detail. She stared into my eyes, searching. The confidence overwhelming, only marred by the occasional quirk as she trained her body to tame this new, incomparable invader.

She shook. Shivered. The little hairs on her arms stood up straight. Gritted teeth and wild eyes.

Betsy began moving faster. No longer sliding but bouncing. Pumping up and down on my dick. Hands on my shoulders. Nails digging in. I didn’t feel them till the morning when I noticed the little cuts burning.

I did what I could — grabbed my sister’s hips and held on. Thrusted upwards in time to her own movements. Both of us lost in each other. Connected physically, yes. But emotionally even more.

We weren’t playing around anymore. We weren’t helping each other out or doing ourselves a favor or however we’d rationalized it. I was fucking my sister. Betsy was screwing her brother. Both of us lost in a lusty, incestuous swamp from which we’d never climb out.

Explaining what sex with my sister was like seems futile. It’s a unique experience, unlike anything else. Yes, it has all the appeal and wonder of intercourse. But then added into the mix is all this other emotional stuff, biological connection, that is supposed to blunt the experience. But instead it only twists those things and intensifies them more.

The wrongness doesn’t go away, it makes things even better. The crawling nature of knowing you’re fucking familiar flesh and blood doesn’t dissipate, it only increases every other sensation. You never forget you’re having sex with your sister. And what’s supposed to be the worst part unfortunately only makes it the best.

Like I said, I wasn’t supposed to know what my sister’s pussy smelled like. Felt like. Wasn’t allowed to know what she looked like when she came. But I saw it. I watched it. Memorized every detail.

Betsy hung halfway down on my dick. Her mouth slowly gaping wider and wider. Her eyes, her hips, her pussy all yawning open in the exact same way. The slow build unending till I thought she would never stop.

Suddenly her body snapped closed. All at once. Lightning quick. Betsy’s legs cinched. Her body stilled. Eyes rolled back. Her pussy tightened so much, I swear she was trying to rip my cock off.

A creaking, aching groan flooded out of my sister. Again, I thought of a towel being wrung out. The last juices of pulp forced from an orange. Betsy’s whole body clamped down and eked every drop of ecstasy out of her. It didn’t look like pleasure, but I knew that it was.

“AAAHHhhhhuuuhhhhnnnHHHaaa,” the sound so low and quiet, yet so inescapable my sister might as well have screamed it.

Her face shifted as she bore down. Lips turn to a half frown. Eyes big and wet. Almost supplicant, like she was scared and confused by her need for me. Begging for something more.

Then Betsy fell forward, gasping. Her arms went limp. Whole body like a wet rag. She gasped for air, ragged and pained. Finally, she looked at me and smiled. Kissed me so hard we nearly knocked heads.

“Yeah?” I asked her.

“Oh yeah,” Betsy replied.

Again, I worried we might be done. That the cold reality of my sister’s cum would wash over her and she’d realize what we were doing, and she’d stop. Because that made sense, right? That’s how a rational person would choose to react.

We were doing something truly, epically wrong. Like gulping poison, knowingly, because we were both so desperately thirsty. And yet, once that flood of need was staunched in my sister, it should have led her to call an end to all this.

A good brother might have let her.

Instead, I grabbed my sister around the waist and violently rolled her over. My dick slipped out with the movement, but I grabbed my cock and shoved it right back in.

Betsy groaned as I filled her once again.

“Fuck you feel so good,” I said. Like that made a lick of sense. Seeing my sister’s body had broken my brain, so you can only imagine what feeling it did to me. Not that Betsy was any more coherent.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

“Oh fuck yes,” she said, “Like that.”