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Copyright© 2017 by Its a Kilt, Not a Skirt
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - If you’re not sure what to read today, why not open this titillating Pandora’s box full of assorted graphic, erotic moments? Every time you click ‘next chapter’ you won’t know what to expect next. No need to read this steamy collection in order, either, as each chapter can stand alone to arouse and surprise. This compilation also includes several short works featuring characters from longer stories. *Please Note:* the author is open to suggestions, as long as it is true to style.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Rough Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Male Indian Female White Couple Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Slow
He rose above me, my golden-haired older brother, blue eyes bright with laughter and affection. He was like a god. Kneeling between my legs as I lay back on the bed, he lent over me to gently kiss my mouth, bringing one hand up to lace his fingers with mine. He’d always been the only person I could depend on. We had a special relationship, borne of adversity and a crappy home life. It didn’t matter that I was fifteen and he was nineteen. He was my special person, someone irreplaceable. What we had together was unique.
His teeth caught my lip, making me gasp and kiss him back harder, wrapping my arms around his neck so that finally, FINALLY, he lowered some of his delicious body weight into me. His hard chest flattened my breasts. There was so much power in his arms, and yet I knew he’d never hurt me. And between my legs, through our clothes, I could feel him against me--hard.
And I wanted him then with a fierce passion. It reminded me of the time we’d felt the need to do it, for whatever reason, so strongly that the two of us had locked ourselves in the bathroom. My brother had sat on the toilet seat, lifted me effortlessly, and lowered me onto his cock. We were so impassioned the whole thing only lasted three minutes. I could still hear the sound he made that day, when he finished.
But now. Now he sat back and began unbuttoning my blouse, leaning forward to kiss each new bit of exposed skin, gazing into my eyes as he did it. A blond swirl of hair had fallen into his eyes, and he didn’t push it back. ‘‘Only for you,’ my brother said, and slid the blouse from my shoulders. I sat up to push it the rest of the way off, gasping when he leant forward and captured a nipple in his mouth. I melted under his touch until he decided to stop the wonderful torture and remove his shirt. Then he was touching the button on my skirt. When it was open I wiggled it off my hips. My brother bent to kiss my navel, and continued down, slowly--wet, sucking kisses. He continued until he was far enough to begin tugging my underwear off, and I let him. His tongue touched a most sensitive place, and I whimpered. I would not need much warm up tonight, if he wanted to get straight to it.
I sat up, and looked him in the face, reaching for his belt. My brother let me unhook it and thumb open his jeans, pushing them off.
I caressed him through his briefs, and he caught me up in his arms and kissed me until I felt dizzy, and then he gently lay me back on the bed and slid off his underwear before crawling over me. One hand laced with mine again. I drew my legs up to accommodate for his hips, loving the feeling of his warm skin over mine. Only our thighs were touching; he was suspended above me. I pulled him closer, wordlessly asking for a kiss, and then reached for him. When he was inside me I sighed. He moaned, low, in my ear. His cock always stretched me out wonderfully. My hips rocked up into his as we began to kiss again, and he slowly thrust into me. His tongue was in my mouth. With my hands drifting to his hips, I urged my brother to move faster: he did, and even moved back a bit so he could spread my pussy open with his thumb and rub his finger over my clit as he moved into me deeply. Though the hair on my head was darker, a light brown, where he pushed into me our hair mingled, nearly the same shade. Where did he begin, and I end? Moving together, we seemed as one body.
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