Mountain of Memories

His sister’s lips were soft beneath his own. Rhys kissed her urgently, feeling as though he was starved for the taste of them, hungry for the way he could feel the gentle gasps of air against his neck when Maggie gasped and cried out under him. Recklessly needing the feeling of her soft skin pressed beneath him, where his body pushed her pleasantly into the soft mattress of their shared bed.

He pulled back from the embrace, pushing up onto his elbows with breath coming fast, to look at her. One slow, firm thrust of his hips to watch the beautiful rainbow of emotions crossing her delicate features. Maggie’s lovely moans and feverish writhing, all because of their fervent coupling, was never something he tired of.

Ah ... there was her rosy look. Flushed. Mussed. Desperate with lust. Rhys loved it when she would cling to him, arching her hips to meet every thrust. The flickering firelight cast shadows on her face, which was the only light in the room, briefly making his sister look half-angel, half-demon.

She must be close, because now Maggie was digging her nails into his ass, arching up harder into each movement, chanting her brother’s name interspersed with obscenities.

He jerked inside her, growing even harder, as her whole body squirmed, that tight little pussy suddenly getting wetter and silkier before her cunt squeezed around him mid-stroke, then again and again...

Rhys moaned with her. It was hard to hold on when she came like that, and especially when it was on his cock. And when Maggie urged him on like that, pulling his hips down faster and faster ... well, he just couldn’t help but push forward again, deep, and let his penis spit right into her cunt.

Rocking forward a couple more times, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure his sister always made when she felt his cum throb warm into her womb, Rhys gently lay against her, feeling weak and tired (but blissfully happy) from the strength of his orgasm. Maggie wrapped her legs around his hips and hummed quietly, stroking his hair, until he’d regained his energy.

Before he pulled out of her, he looked into sister’s face and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Her dark sweet eyes shone with smiles and shy tenderness, the love burning bright in her face with no words required. When Rhys lay next to her, she cuddled in close, enjoying the warmth of his arm around her.

‘I love you,’ she murmured, even though she didn’t need to say it out loud. The soft words were sweeter than even her kisses, the promise of forever laced within them.

‘I love you, Rhys.’