With my brother passed out asleep upstairs, I found myself sitting in front of his girlfriend on the couch, her thighs slightly parted, her breasts out, her nipples hard. Guilt and shame and hornyness made my head spin, and I stared as she reached for the hem of those tiny, lace-trimmed panties and eased them down.
They didn’t even make it past her thighs. She just let them sit there, bunched and pretty.
I was so fucking wet.
She leaned back, elbows on the cushion behind her, her chest still proudly, obscenely bare, and tilted her head to the side.
“You’re even quieter,” she whispered.
“I… don’t know what to say.”
She grinned. “Good. Maybe I like you better when you don’t talk.”
I swallowed. I could smell her. Musky, wet.
Or maybe that was me.
She let one leg slide open a little further.
“I told myself I was just going to flash you,” she said, her voice low and playful. “Just be a little bit naughty. Just enough to make you squirm.”
I was squirming.
“But…” She licked her bottom lip unconsciously. “You really are affected by this, right?.”
I tried to look away again, but it was impossible. Her pussy was perfect. Completely smooth. Tight. Wet.
Very wet.
“You noticed that, huh?” she said, catching me staring, her cheeks turning a little pink. “That’s your fault.”
“My…fault?” I said.
She nodded, lifting her hands to her breasts and gently laying her fingers over her nipples. She pinched them lightly and pulled, a small moan escaping her as she pushed her pussy toward me.
I waited for her to answer my question, but she just closed her eyes and continued to playing with her nipples, her dress sliding higher as her hips sank lower, moving toward me, her legs opening wider as she did so.
She bit her lip again as her fingers circled one nipple, then the other. She didn’t need to say it–I knew what she wanted.
But I still couldn’t move.
It was my brothers girlfriend, for fuck’s sake.
My thighs clenched. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might break through my chest.
I hear her whisper something.
“What?” I asked, leading a little closer, inches from her body now.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Sarah…”
I knelt in front of her, my knees on the cushions, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.Her thighs twitched slightly as I leaned in. I could definitely smell her now. Slick. Open. Needy. She looked at me, biting her lip, her hands still resting lightly on her chest. “You don’t have to,” she whispered. But her eyes told a different story. They weren’t asking. They were begging.
I reached up and slid my hands slowly along the tops of her thighs. Her skin was so soft, so warm, and when I brushed close to where she was wettest, she let out a sharp, helpless little breath.
“Fuck…” she gasped.
I kissed her inner thigh. Then again, closer this time. I wanted to make her wait. Tease her. Let her feel what she’d been doing to me ever since she got with my brother. She whimpered, shifting her hips forward, and I let my tongue flick just above her slit–one soft taste, quick and delicate.
Her whole body tensed.
“Please, Sarah,” she whispered again. “Don’t tease…”
So I didn’t.
I pressed my mouth to her pussy and began to lick, slow and careful at first, just enough pressure to make her hips twitch and her hands curl against the cushions.Her moans came quick and breathy, her fingers tangling in my hair as she held me against her. She spread wider, pulling her dress up around her waist, completely open now, grinding her pussy against my tongue, little circular motions with her hips.
I licked deeper, circling her clit, feeling her hips rock up to meet me.
“You’re so good at this,” she gasped. “Oh my God…”
I sucked gently, dragging my tongue in slow, wet strokes until her thighs began to shake. Her moans turned to gasps, her hands tightening in my hair like she was trying not to scream.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Fuck, don’t stop…”
I slid one hand up to cup her breast, not wanting to waste my opportunity to feel those huge tits I’d fantasized about for so long, feeling her nipple hard against my palm as I sucked her harder, faster, letting my tongue swirl in the rhythm her body seemed to demand. Her whole frame was trembling now, her legs quivering on either side of my head, her hips rolling uncontrollably.
She cried out, body arching, thighs clamping briefly around my head before falling open again. I kept going until she twitched, until she whimpered, until she pulled me gently away with a breathless little laugh.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice wrecked. “What the fuck was that?”
I sat up slowly. She looked dazed.
“I’ve never…” she started, then trailed off. Her fingers brushed over her own mouth like she couldn’t believe what had just come out of it. “Fuck, Sarah. Seriously.”
She pulled me close, kissed me hard, tasting herself on my lips.
Upstairs, my brother was still snoring…
“What now?” I asked.
“Now,” she smiled. “Now its your turn, silly.”
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