3 comments/ 36375 views/ 8 favorites I Need Him By: Katyusha I was at the airport, stalking through the baggage claim area wondering what the hell happened to my luggage, when a stranger walked up to me and asked if I knew anything about where his luggage had gone. Frustrated, I shook my head; it seemed that half of the passengers from our flight had lost their luggage. I looked at him for a second longer, wondering for a brief moment if I could remember him from the plane, decided I couldn't because I'd slept for too much of the flight, and then headed over to the luggage office with about fifty other people. He was out of my mind until we were on the curb and cabs were few and far between. I suddenly became aware of a presence behind me...and jumped when a voice said in my ear, "Looks like we might have to share a cab." I whirled and found myself staring into eyes that I couldn't quite put the name of a color to. Funny how I hadn't noticed that before...in the airport... I had trouble tearing my gaze away from his, and stammered out, "L-looks like." Damn! I was SO awkward around men! My mother said I was a terrible flirt when I was in high school but I didn't, and still don't, believe her. I forced a smile to cover the awkwardness and turned to face the street again. A cab was coming and we both flagged it down, threw what luggage we had into the trunk and climbed inside, sitting on either end of the seat. We headed to his hotel first, where he offered to walk me to my condo from there. I accepted, feeling inexplicably drawn to him. We made small talk for the rest of the cab ride, and after dropping his stuff off at the hotel, we walked slowly back to my place, my hand on his elbow. When we got close, I asked, "Would you like to come up and see the view?" He hesitated. I stopped walking and looked at him expectantly. His face was serious as he said, "I'm not exactly single." I nodded. "Neither am I, I'm married. The invitation's open anyway." "I shouldn't, it's not right. What if your husband should come home and find us there?" I glanced at my watch. Tom wouldn't be home for hours yet, especially since it was a weekend. "He won't be home for a long time. By the time he does get home, you'll be long gone, I'm sure." He shook his head and said, "I really shouldn't...I- oh what the hell. Lead on." He seemed very nervous. We walked the rest of the way in silence. I was afraid he'd change his mind at the door, but he didn't. He did seem...reluctant? I hoped he didn't feel like he was being pushed into something he didn't want to do. When we got inside my condo, I asked him if I could fix him a drink. "Water's fine," he said distractedly. I wondered what was going on inside his head. I got him a glass of ice water and fixed myself a soda, and we stared out at my floor-to-ceiling view of the lake, not speaking. I was getting both nervous and frustrated; it seemed like he was placating me by coming up and I wondered if he was going to bolt the minute he was done with his water. I hate it when people do that, I really really hate it. Especially when I want to get to know someone who doesn't want to get to know me. When he finished his water he set the glass on the floor and moved behind me. I kept staring out over the lake, hoping he wasn't making his exit but trying to make it clear that if he wanted to leave, I wasn't going to stop him. So I was surprised when I felt him put his arms around my waist and pull me tight against him. My heart was pounding, and I felt his breath on my shoulder as he whispered, "You smell so good." I shivered with excitement and wrapped my fingers around his, squeezing and leaning into him. He placed a couple of light kisses on my shoulder and asked, "Where's the bedroom?" Suddenly nervous to the point of near fear, I slowly turned and said, "Why do you ask?" Without hesitation, he said in a low voice, "Because I want you. I want you bad. Please say you want me too." His face was very close to mine, his eyes were intense. I started to say, "Why-" but he cut me off. "Because you're beautiful. Because you're sexy. " He put his hands on my arms, and rested his forehead against mine. "I don't think I can get you out of my mind. Please tell me you feel the same way..." He trailed off. I didn't know what to say...I hadn't expected a confession from him. I nodded and whispered, "Yes, I want you." That was all the invitation he needed. He kissed me, softly, sweetly, hesitant at first. I kissed him back, hoping he could feel how badly I wanted this. When we broke apart, he asked again, "Where is your bedroom?" Again I hesitated, and, sensing my hesitation, he said, "We don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable." I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath, and I let it out slowly and said, "I'm okay. C'mon, the bedroom's this way," and I led him down a short hallway to the bed I sort of, but not really, shared with my husband. We lay down on the bed, spooning, and he kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. I had never really before associated passion with slow and sensual, but he most definitely knew how to mix the two. As his lips traveled in little trails over my upper back, his hand moved slowly up and down my stomach, his thumb occasionally brushing my breast. I pushed my butt back into his crotch and felt his already rock-hard cock against me. He gripped my hip for a moment, pulling me into him, and thrust his dick against my ass...then released me and turned me over to face him. He kissed me deeply, making my lips burn and my body tingle; it had been forever and a day since I'd been kissed like that. He pulled back for a moment and we studied each other, and then his arms tightened around me again. He kissed me hard, his kiss full of need, and I kissed him back in the same manner. His cock swelled even more against me, and I could feel it throbbing against my stomach. I swung one leg over his body and pulled myself up so I could feel his massive hard-on against my wet and tingling pussy. Even with our clothes on, he felt so good between my legs that I almost came right then. Swiftly, we sat up and tore off each others' shirts in the heat of the moment. He pulled off my bra, and then we tackled each others' pants and underwear. His underwear was damp with precum, and mine was soaked with my own arousal. His fingers found their way down along my clit and I shuddered with pleasure, and then inside me, where he fingered me in little thrusts. I wrapped my hands around his swollen member and stroked hard and fast, using his increasing droplets of precum as a lubricant. What seemed like only a moment later, he pulled his hands away from my now dripping wet pussy and lay on his back, pulling me on top of him. He held his visibly throbbing cock still as I sat down on top of him, effectively shoving him inside of my tingling abyss. He reached up for my breasts as I rode him, and rubbed them, massaged them, cupped them in his hands. He pulled me down far enough for him to lean up and suck each of my erect nipples, which had been dying to feel the heat of his tongue on them. As he did so, the tautness of his abdominal muscles sent me over the edge, and I cried out in ecstasy. At the same time, he thrust deep inside of me and threw his head back, engulfed in the sensations of his own orgasm. He filled me up with shot after shot of creamy cum, and we both writhed against each other in ecstasy. But we weren't finished. We turned over, without his pulling out, and he began thrusting hard in and out of me, barely losing any of his wonderful hardness. I moaned, softly, at first, but more loudly as I became sensitive again. I thrust my hips up in time with his movement, rubbing my aching clit along his pelvic bone, feeling the most exquisite sensations. He kissed my lips, my neck, my collarbone, and I gently bit his earlobe, which was a hotspot for him; he sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered slightly, which made me nibble more. "Oh my god..." he whispered hoarsely. "You feel amazing..." He buried his face in my shoulder, his movements getting more frantic as he hurtled towards a second orgasm. I wasn't too far off myself, and I couldn't tell if the wetness on the bedspread was me, him, or both of us. My juices were pouring out of me, making him slide easily in and out, in and out. And then I couldn't hold back any more. I dug my nails into his back when I came again, and he moaned, "Scream for me, oh god, scream for me..." And I did. He didn't have to ask me to, my orgasm was so intense that I couldn't keep from screaming. My whole body contracted around the spasm, and I convulsed in his arms. The sensation of my cumming was so intense for him that it pushed him over his own edge and he came too, hard, and he buried his sweet, rock-hard dick inside of me as deep as he could. As each of our orgasms subsided, we slowly separated and lay down together. Suddenly, I jolted awake, not even realizing that I'd fallen asleep. I glanced at the clock and realized that if I didn't want to get caught, he had to leave now. Near panic, I shook him awake and said, "He'll be back any time now. You must go." He stood up and dressed quickly, then gave me a quick kiss goodbye and left, not even leaving me a way to get in touch with him. I felt overwhelmingly sad and lonely, and I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, it was light, and my husband still wasn't home. The feeling of emptiness in my heart got worse, making it so I couldn't get back to sleep, so I put on my robe and wandered listlessly out to the kitchen. There was a small piece of paper folded up on the counter that hadn't been there the night before. Curious, I opened it up. "Never before has a woman made me feel so complete. Here's my main email address, please write me. Jason." I Need Him "Mmm that's it" he moaned in my ear "take it all in" he added before cumming inside of me. I held back my moans not trying to not be too loud, with a baby sucking on my tits for milk and my brother shooting his cum inside my very wet pussy it was too much. I'm McKenzie and this is my story between me and my older brother Ash and our baby William. Ash isn't my real brother, he's my step brother and his dad is my step dad but I've known him for basically my entire life and he's basically my brother. Before me and my brother started fooling around I was nothing special. I was only 4'11, 32A, flat ass, I wore glasses and I had to wear this ugly retainer to keep from getting braces. Then something happened after I turned 18. I grew a lot taller, I'm 5'7 now, I have a proud and perky 36C pair of breasts, my butt is a nice bubble butt, I ditched the glasses and no more retainer. Since Ash was away for college at the time he hadn't seen my big transformation but when he did come the following Summer his eyes wouldn't leave my boobs or ass. Secretly I loved it but I knew it was bad. We didn't start doing anything till one day our mom and dad went to dinner and I had just taken a shower. I forgot my panties in my room and went to go get them when I saw Ash in there. I screamed and almost dropped my towel. He apologized and kept his eyes on my chest. Later that night he called me downstairs to watch a movie with him, he wanted me to sit in his lap like old times. I told him I was too big and he said he would live. I sat on his lap and half way through the movie I felt something poking me. I moved making Ash groan. He took me off him and ran to the bathroom. This happened every time our parents went out. But after a few times it changed. I was sitting in his lap, moving on purpose to get him hard and I stuck my hand down his shorts. "WHAT THE HELL MCKENZIE!?" he screamed at me and took my hand out "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSE TO TOUCH ME THERE!" I frowned but quickly retorted back "AND YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSE TO LOOK AT THESE" I lifted up my shirt and took off my bra showing my breasts letting out a moan when the cool wind make my nipples hard. I don't know what happened as it all happened in a blur but Ash has his face buried in my boobs, sicking, biting, pinching my overwhelmed nipples making them a bright red. Ash called me a slut for enjoying this and his words when straight to my core that was flowing with juices. Ash left me there like that. My chest on view with my nipples so hard they could cut glass. The next time was much worse, after going to town on my tits he ate out my pussy like he had never eaten before and I came all over his face multiple times. Finally after that he popped my cherry. Sadly after he popped my cherry he had to leave back to college but when he came back in to town for Thanksgiving. We fucked whenever we could, in the shower, in my room, his room, in the living room. I was my brothers little whore. It wasn't until we were fucking a little over a year before he got me pregnant and I still remember it like it was yesterday: Ash was talking me from behind and I was a moaning mess. He woke me up at 6am burying his dick into my pussy that gladly accepted him. And since then its been non stop, condom wrappers were on the floor like a small child's candy wrappers were on the floor after Halloween. He came in the condom and then thrased it. "Uh Ash" I moaned "my legs hurt" I whined. He gave my clit and hard slap making me ever weaker than before "Your legs hurt from taking this dick like a champ and spreading your pussy for me" I felt my juices starting to leak "Ash its happening again" I wiggled my ass for him "My pussy hole needs a dick now" Ash laughed and flipped on me on my back kissing my wet cunt lips. He teased till his eyes seemed to light up. He told me to flip back over and lay down. I listened and soon felt his dirty wet prick sliding into my pussy. It felt different this time but I didn't ask any questions I just moaned. After a rough pounding and me squirting more than once on his cock, Ash roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my body up, still ramming into me. I felt him hit my cervix and I winced. "Ash! Be careful! That hurt" I whined. Ash ignored me and kept hitting it, he kissed down my back to my ear and said he was going to cum inside me. My eyes widened, no wonder his cock felt better in my pussy today! He wasnt wearing a condom! And was going to cum inside me!? "Ash!" I gasped "No! You could get me pregnant and then mom and dad will know!" I started crying and tried to get him out of me. But I was too late. Ash let out a loud moan and soon I felt him cumming in me. I got away from him and pushed my fingers in me to try and get most of his cum out. Ash smirked the whole time while I was crying, freaking out. Although I was scared to get pregnant I wasn't shocked when the test showed up '+' I mean Ash shot a shitload of cum up into my pussy. I told my parents it was some random boys kid and they were very disappointed but supportive. So here I am 13 months later. Riding my brothers dick like old times while nursing our son Will. And when his potent cum was shot into me I knew it wouldn't be long till Will was given a sibling. We were right, 9 months later I gave birth to a girl who we named Casey. And when I was breastfeeding her, I felt Ash put me in his lap with his hard on slipping into my pussy. By the time Ash was 34 and I was 30 we had 6 kids and didn't plan on stopping. Because of how many kids we had my once perky 36Cs were now slightly saggy 36E's! Ash pulled out of me, his sex drive never went down, it actually increased and now his sperm count was higher. The next time we went to the doctor we were shocked to see I was pregnant with triplets! I Need Him Ch. 02 I honestly thought I would never see him again. It was the Fourth of July weekend, and I had walked from my condo to the lakefront, carrying a small cooler and my canvas chair, hoping to stake out a good spot to watch the fireworks from. I found a spot well south of where most people tend to sit and set up my chair, using my cooler as a footstool. The drinks inside were for later. I listened to the music being pumped out over loudspeakers that were attached to the light posts, and enjoyed the warm July evening. I was wearing a straight black skirt that ended just above my knees, a light pink racer-back tank top that showed off the contours of my back and emphasized the curves of my waist and hips, and my heeled sandals were black and well broken in. My red hair was loose and blowing with the slight breeze. I was comfortable, and content. The only thing that was really on my mind was my husband. He had gone out with the boys, as he did every holiday, and was probably not going to come home until morning. That had gotten to be a more frequent thing with him, ever since... Did I say my husband was the only thing on my mind? I lied, Jason was on my mind too. In fact, he was on my mind quite a bit these days. It had been more than three weeks since I saw him last, since we... I had tried to get him out of my mind and just couldn't. It was funny, I didn't even know the guy. He was just someone I had sex with once, and yet, I felt a connection to him that I hadn't felt with anyone before, not even my husband. Jason left me his email address, of course, but I hadn't had the courage to write him. I often wondered if he thought about me too. So there I was, sitting in my canvas chair, enjoying the evening alone, when a slightly familiar voice said at my shoulder, "Is this seat taken?" I jumped up and spun around, almost knocking my chair over, and I was once again staring into those eyes that I couldn't quite describe. Trying desperately to think of something cool to say, I looked around and said, "Do you see anybody else sitting near me?" I groaned inwardly. Score two for awkwardness. But he smiled anyway and replied, "Is that an invitation?" I nodded, and sat back down in my chair. He sat next to me on the grass and put the backpack he'd been carrying at his feet. He unzipped the main pouch and dug in like he was searching for the Holy Grail. After a moment, he came back out with a bag of pretzels, a bag of chips and some dip, which we started munching on. Nodding at my cooler, he said, "I hope there are drinks in there." Trying again for cool, I smiled and said, "No, this is just my footstool. Sorry." He chuckled and said, "Oh well. We'll just have to go to your place to quench our thirst after the show, then." I could hear the double meaning in his words, and I got a little turned on at the thought. Not long after that the show started, and we watched in awe and silence. The fireworks show over the lake beats anything I've ever seen anywhere else, except the 2002 Olympics. About halfway into the show, I felt Jason take my hand, and I tingled with excitement and anticipation. I stared at the fireworks as he leaned towards me and whispered in my ear, "Beautiful, isn't it?" I nodded, and turned towards him. His face was very close to mine. I leaned towards him to kiss him, but he backed away slightly, a playful smile on his lips. I pulled back too, a little hurt, until I saw the sparkle in his eyes matching the smile on his lips. He shook his head slightly, and I got the message. Not until later. My heart began pounding in anticipation. After the fireworks were over, I again invited him to my place. He seemed nervous about the invitation, same as last time, so I asked why. "Because, like I said last time, you're married. And I-" "I know, you're not single either," I said quietly. "What exactly is your relationship status, then?" Jason heaved a sigh, hesitating, the look in his eyes saying that he wasn't sure he wanted to tell me. He glanced around for a moment, as though being sure nobody was watching, and said, "I'm engaged. She lives in Santa Fe, in our home, while I'm traveling. I'm traveling about nine months out of the year and she can't stand it, but that's the nature of my job. Over the last few months, I've noticed that she's started drinking heavily, and I'm afraid she's becoming an alcoholic. I can't deal with that, but I don't know what to do." I nodded, silent, not sure if he was finished. After a few moments, I said, "Then why are you still with her?" He stopped and turned, looking me fully in the eye. "What's wrong in your marriage?" He clearly didn't want to talk about his fiancée anymore. I didn't press him, and said, "He's never home, but he doesn't travel, like you. His boys are more important to him than I am. Partying and drinking... On a weekend like this, he probably won't come home all night." Jason was quiet, and we walked the rest of the way in silence. As we got into the elevator and hit the button for my floor, he slipped behind me and once again put his arms around my waist, pressing his body into my back. His cock was already hard, and I could feel the first tinglings of my own arousal as I felt his warm breath on my shoulder. "Do you know how sexy you look in that top?" he whispered. I didn't say anything, and he continued, his voice a breathless whisper, "How many floors does it take you to make a man cum in your mouth?" I glanced up and saw that we were already at the 7th floor. My condo was on the 23rd floor. I turned and, with my hand sliding down towards his hardness, I said seductively, "I don't know, shall we find out?" He moaned slightly in response, as my hand was now moving up and down the length of his swollen shaft. Quickly, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, exposing his thick, throbbing cock. Just the sight of it made my panties wet. I glanced at the counter again, noticing we were now passing the 12th floor, knelt down, and took him in my mouth. He put his hands on my head and started running his fingers through my hair, moaning in pleasure. I worked his cock with my lips and my tongue, sucking on the head, stroking his now glistening shaft with my lips and my right hand. My left hand found their way to his balls, and I squeezed those gently, making him jump slightly with pleasure. I could taste the precum that was dripping from him, and it tasted salty. I love salty things. I was vaguely aware that we were in an elevator that could stop on any floor between now and the time we got to mine, but I wasn't sure I cared. I went faster and faster, lightly rubbing his balls and his long cock, and his breath quickened in anticipation of his orgasm. I heard a small bell ring, and I quickly stood up, wiping saliva from my lips, and he pulled his pants up and buttoned them right as the elevator doors opened. My panties were very wet now, and clinging to me, and his pants did nothing to hide his bulging erection. We glanced in either direction, then dashed down to my condo and hurried inside. I hoped and prayed my husband wasn't there yet, knowing that it would be just my luck for this to be the one holiday evening he chose to spend with me. Luckily for us, he wasn't home. Jason spun around as soon as he heard me shut the door and pushed me up against it, pinning me, and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, running my hands over the muscles of his chest and stomach. This was a man who kept himself very much in shape; the muscles of his arms, chest and stomach were well defined. I pulled his body against mine and felt the length and firmness of him against me. Our kiss broke, and as he kissed my neck and jaw in frantic little trails, I tore open his shirt, revealing the muscles that I had been feeling and so needing to lay bare before me. I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and he threw it to the floor, then pulled me away from the door and whipped my top off over my head, noticing with admiration and pleasure that I wasn't wearing a bra. My hard nipples were exposed, and he suckled each of my breasts for a moment, and I held his head in my hands while I tilted my head up towards the ceiling and moaned, and then he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. He placed me on my back and kissed me again, more softly this time but with no less passion. Then he lay down beside me and put one leg over mine, while he caressed and kissed my breasts and my stomach. His hand slowly crept under my skirt, as if he were waiting for me to protest, but of course I did not, and his fingers reached my wet pussy. He slowly worked his way underneath my silk panties, and ran his finger up and down my tingling, throbbing clit. I was so aroused that I came, and I convulsed a little with my orgasm, which took us both by surprised. "Did I hurt you?" he asked. He seemed genuinely concerned. I shook my head, swallowed, and said breathlessly, "No..." His eyes took on a look of knowing and he said, "Something else?" I nodded in response, unable to speak, because he had not stopped fingering my clit, and what he was doing felt so incredibly delicious. After another moment or two, he stopped and pulled off my panties, and I took advantage of his position and again unbuttoned his pants. His boxers were wet at the tip of his cock and I knew that his balls must be aching with the unfinished orgasm I'd almost given him in the elevator. I pulled his pants off and he kicked them away, and I pushed him onto his back and knelt on the bed beside him. "My turn," I whispered seductively. I took hold of his swollen member and wrapped my lips around the head, sucking the head, making his body tense with pleasure. I thought he was going to cum right then, but he didn't, and I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. He slid easily into my throat and I began swallowing repeatedly, massaging the head of his dick with the muscles of my throat. His body shuddered, and he rolled his head back and forth a little, as though the pleasure were so much he couldn't take it. He was making little gasping sounds, and suddenly he went rigid, and grabbed my head, holding me in place, while he convulsed with his orgasm. As it subsided, I sat up, and he looked deep in my eyes. Sitting up as well, he said, "Oh my god you're one sexy woman." I blushed and looked down, and he continued. "Why didn't you ever write me?" Looking up, I saw the disappointment in his eyes. Brushing some hair out of my eyes, I said truthfully, "I didn't have the guts. I was afraid that if I wrote you, you wouldn't write me back, because you would have lost any respect you might have had for me." That was all there was to it, really. I hadn't wanted to set myself up for disappointment. He looked away towards the window and said, "I wish you had." I didn't know how to respond to that. Looking down at the bedspread, now wrinkled from the two of us, I knew I should say something, but couldn't think of what. After a moment, I felt his hand on my cheek. "If you felt you couldn't write, that's fine. I hardly know you and I missed you, and I'm likely to be here in town for another few months. I think we just wasted some time, is all." I looked deep in his eyes and said, "Yeah, we did..." I let the sentence trail. Sensing that I wasn't going to say anything else, he kissed me again, slowly, sensually, gently easing his tongue into my mouth. My lips parted and I slid my tongue underneath his, really exploring his mouth for the first time. His arms went around me and he pulled me down on top of him, and the feel of his skin against mine was incredible. I straddled him, positioning myself so that my bare pussy was against his cock, which began to swell again with the sensation. His fingertips traveled lightly up and down my back, giving me goosebumps; then he stopped at my shoulder blades and squeezed as I kissed him deeper. I was also getting very turned on again, and I started moving my hips slowly, so that the lips of my pussy were stroking his cock. He was sent into overdrive and I felt his cock become very hard again very quickly. My clit was pulsing in time with my movement, and it tingled every time I felt the ridge on the head of his shaft slide over it. I kissed his neck and his collarbone, biting lightly at his shoulders and nibbling his ears. When I touched his ears, he would moan and thrust his dick against me slightly, which turned me on further. Damn, I needed him inside of me. I sat up and began pulling my skirt off, but he stopped me, saying, "No, leave it on. Skirts are one of the sexiest things on women with legs like yours." I pulled it back down to my waist and took his stiff dick in my hand. Holding it upright, I eased myself down onto him, making him throw his head back in pleasure. "I almost forgot how amazing you feel inside of me," I moaned softly as I moved my hips back and forth. He thrust in time with my motion, and I tilted my head back towards the ceiling, closing my eyes. I wanted to stay on top of him forever, but he had other plans. Gripping my hips, he sat up, lay me down on my back, and then pressed himself against me, and rubbed my clit with his pelvic bone. He kissed me softly and sweetly while grinding on me, and I kissed him back, my kiss full of passion and lust. His movements began speeding up, and I knew beyond doubt that he was reaching a second orgasm. I wasn't that far off from my own, and as he continued to grind against me, I went over my edge and cried out in ecstasy, the orgasm so intense it almost hurt. I felt my pussy get soaked from my own cum, and I had to work not to thrash around and throw him off of me. The throbbing of my orgasm was too much stimulation for him, and he thrust hard inside me, his muscles taut, his cock exploding inside me with shots of hot cum. His balls were pressed against my ass and I felt them pulsing, pushing out each drop of cum, releasing the trapped pleasure within. He sat up, sweaty and breathless, and pulled my skirt off of me, finally revealing my entire body to his curious and lustful eyes. His gaze wandered up and down the glistening curves of my figure for a moment, and then he lay down beside me, using my breast as a pillow. I put one hand on his head and wrapped the other arm around his shoulders, running my fingers through his hair.