ferocity, I knew this was stronger than any taboo, stronger than any law. Though society might condemn us, our bodies told us it was right. His jaw clenched and he pumped me harder and harder, his balls slamming against my ass as his cock drove deeper and deeper into my cunt.
Supporting himself on one elbow, he grabbed my tit now, clamping down with his hand so hard I could feel his nails digging into my skin, leaving red marks around my erect nipple.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
My brother owned me, body and mind, and drove that huge cock of his into my cunt with such force, that my pelvis was pounded into the mattress with every thrust, the bedsprings creaking violently as he relentlessly fucked me.
Our bodies, so similar yet so different, were perfectly compatible, like I’d always known. I was made for him, and he was made for me.
He took my mouth again, licking the inside of it with his tongue, wanting to taste it, feel it, own it. Teeth clicked against teeth, and our tongues mixed saliva, as we were now completely connected, mouth to mouth, sex to sex. Brother to sister.
With both arms, he pinned my arms above my head to the mattress, and as his body writhed against me, and his cock slammed into me again and again, I lay defenseless, vulnerable and completely open to be fucked and ravished by my brother. I felt his chest chafe against my small tits, and my nipples, so sensitive now, hurt at the touch—a sweet pain.
His mouth was exploring first my left breast, pert and proud, his teeth massaging my nipple, then suddenly biting, hard.
I slammed my head back and cried out, but it was a cry of pleasure, not of pain.
“Bite me,” I implored. “Hurt me, Ben. Hurt me.”
And he did, first one nipple, then the other, until they were both red and swollen, and carried the marks of my brother. Tomorrow they would be sore, I knew, and I loved it. I would feel Ben’s teeth on my tits for days to come, and that’s the way I wanted it. I longed for him to put his mark on me, mark his sister’s tits, his sister’s body for his own.
“I’m yours, Ben,” I sighed. “I’m all yours.”
These words pushed him to even greater heights of arousal, for he now sucked my entire breast into his mouth, not just the nipple but the whole breast, sucking as much of it into his mouth as possible, as if he wanted to eat me whole.
Our hands entwined on the mattress above my head, and my pussy was on fire when thrust after thrust, he kept drilling that huge cock of his into my flesh. His cockhead was breaking the opening to my womb every time, he was that deep inside me. All the way inside my virginal young womb, filling it with the swollen tip of his rod.
I could only imagine the pre-cum that had been filling my mouth before, now freely flowing into my tender womb, lubricating the walls of my cunt, and mixing with my own pussy juices. Suddenly I was glad I was on birth control, for a sudden urge to be filled with my brother’s cum was so strong, I didn’t even mind the consequences of his fresh cum spraying all across my womb.
I wanted my brother’s semen inside me, deep inside me, filling my womanhood with his manhood. It was the ultimate declaration of my love for him. My brother. My Ben.
“I want you to come inside me,” I breathed into his ear. “I want you to pump all of your cum into my cunt.”
“Leihla,” he moaned. “Leihla, Leihla, Leihla.”
Already I could feel our mixed juices dribbling down my asshole onto the sheets, as he pounded me relentlessly, fucking me senseless.
Our bodies were now moving as one, hot and slick with sweat. His chest slithering against my sweaty boobs, our nipples touching. Our mouths once again found one another, and our tongues intermingled. I clenched my legs around his buttocks, forcing him deeper and deeper into me.
He now pushed up my thighs with his hands, so he could fuck me even deeper. In one prolonged stroke, he slammed his cock into me, deeper than before. He