3 comments/ 17520 views/ 9 favorites Soulmate By: TheKiss I walk into the club, instantly surrounded by the pulsing bass of the speakers. The sound reverberates low in my body, teasing my clit and making me even wetter. My eyes slide over the room, and it doesn't take be long to find you. You look like sin. Blonde hair curling slightly from under a black beanie – I do love those on you! I'd make you wear them when we fuck, but I love running my fingers through your silky hair just a little more. Your face is home. Clean lines, almost boyish, but saved by your strong jaw and wickedly tilted green eyes. My angel. My devil. As if sensing my gaze, you lift your head from the ear of the petite redhead you were whispering sweet nothings too. My tight jeans are low on my hips. My t-shirt is tight over my chest. My chestnut hair is longer since the last time I saw you, and I have bangs now, shading my blue-green eyes. My body is a little slimmer too, but I still have those curves you love so much. My heavy steel-toed boots make no sound as I stalk towards you. Your delicious lips curve slightly as you take me in. Your eyes flash. Yes. I stand in front you. You tower over me. Our eyes meet. It's still there. The passion. Thrumming, throbbing, building. "Excuse me?" your redhead whines. "We were dancing here!" She looks at me like I'm some crazy girl. Maybe I am, but you don't care. "You were dancing," I say, not sparing her a glance. My tone is not harsh; I'm not jealous, just in a hurry. You are no longer surprised by my indifference to your 'dates'. They may have your body for a night or two, but I have your soul. Forever. She scoffs, looking to you for sanity, but when you're with me, you no longer have any. You ignore her, you know I don't share. If you ever feel the need for another women in our bed, then I'm not doing my job right. It's never been a problem. Your smile widens, flashing perfect white teeth. At the same moment, we reach for each other. Our lips crash together, tasting, teasing. God, it's been too long! Your date runs off, sobbing. She'll get over it. "How long?" you gasp against my lips as we part for air. "Tonight," I reply. It not enough, never enough, but somehow, we'll make do. You nod, taking my hand and lead me towards the door. As we pass the bar, the senior bartenders chuckle and shake the heads. They know me. They know they won't see you again tonight. Suddenly we're in the cool night air, the chill doing nothing to cool our arousal. Instead I feel feverish, like I'm burning up inside. I need you so bad. I'd beg if you asked, but you never do, because you need me just as much. Soon we're in you apartment above the Chinese takeout next door. I love Chinese food, I don't mind the smell. It reminds me of you. I can still feel the bass from the club as you pin me against the wall. After minutes of almost frantic kissing and caressing, we stand naked before each other. You take in my new tattoo, swirling lazily over my right hip and diving down to the top of my smooth mound. I see you haven't had anything new done, the scorpion still curling proudly around your right nipple. Your body is just like I remembered, just like I dreamed about. Lean muscle and broad shoulders, defined but still soft. And hard, very hard. In a brief moment of tenderness, you wrap me in your strong arms, and I feel safe, sheltered. "It's good to be home," I murmur against your chest. You know I don't mean this house, this city. I mean you. I, the eternal nomad, the traveller, found my home in your arms. In these moments, I can never remember why I always leave. Soon, you begin kissing me again, soft at first, but growing stronger, more possessive. Soul-deep. I respond in kind. Suddenly, I'm falling, but I'm saved by the softness of your bed. You're above me, pressing inside before I can take a breath. There's no need for foreplay, I've been wet since I drove across the state line. There's plenty of time for your talented tongue later, I never did mind having the main course before the appetizer. You thrust into me hard, knowing well what we both like. Hard, rough and more than a little dirty. I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you deeper. I feel every inch of you, stretching me wide fitting me perfectly. We were made for each other. The pressure is building fast, too fast, not fast enough. You shift to your knees, holding my waist up, my body arched, only my shoulders touching the bed. You're so strong. You thrust in me. It feels like you're tearing me apart. I love it. I cum, screaming your name, bucking and tossing under you. I clench around you and you join me. I love the feeling of your warm cum filling my belly, dripping from me as you pull out, spent. You lie next to me, wrapping me in your arms. I love this. I love you. So I say it. "I love you." "I love you too, Babe." And you do. We've told each other before, but it's always nice to hear. I feel you harden against me already, but we wait, enjoying just being together. I take your left hand in mine, my fingers running lightly over the tattoo around your ring finger. It matches mine. Most people get the wrong idea; they think we're married. You asked me once, and I said yes, so I guess we're engaged, but neither of us is ready to get married. Not yet. And there's no way I'd dress up like a meringue, even for you. We don't talk about our issues. We learned long ago that it spoils the mood. We fight, then have hot make-up sex, true; but it's not worth the lost time. We just go in circles. I'm not ready to settle down. My wanderlust hasn't been sated yet. You still enjoy playing the field too much. I have no doubt that you would be faithful if I said I was ready, but for now, we're both still finding ourselves. What happens when you find your true love, your soulmate when you're young? You either do the whole 'marriage, kids' thing, and always regret not seeing the world, or you let each other go, and trust you'll find your way back to each other's arms. We're still finding our way. Your hand slips from mine as you snake down my body, kissing every piece of skin you can find on the way. I sigh with pleasure as you nibble my breasts. I could hold you there all night, but you're drawn downwards. Your tongue dips into my belly button, and I moan as I imagine your tongue stabbing other places in my body. I bark a laugh as you blow a raspberry, slapping your head playfully. You look up, eyes sparkling with humour. I stroke your strong cheek, letting all I feel shine through my eyes. Still watching me, you dip your head, blowing softly on my wet pussy lips. Your cool breath makes me moan, and you can't resist tasting me. You lick one long, slow swath from my asshole up to my clit, flicking it before you lift your head. You close your eyes, savouring the taste of me, the taste of us, mixed together in my pussy. I thread my hands through your longish hair; gripping gently and pushing you back down. The humour is back in your eyes, but you comply, wanting more of me. You kiss my spread thighs. You lave my mound. You nibble my lips. Then, oh, god! Then you start again. You bastard. I hate you. But soon you stop teasing, and your tongue stabs deeply into my pussy, just like I dreamed it would. The pressure builds slowly, and you knead my thighs with your large hands. It's not enough. I tug at your hair, and after a token show of resistance, you shift you tongue from my pussy to my clit, swirling slowly. One of your hands moves, and suddenly I feel three of your long fingers slamming inside of me, curling to find that special spot that makes me scream. And soon I do. You don't let up. The only movement you make is to splay a hand over my belly to hold me still as I begin to buck wildly. I cum. And you don't stop. I love you. I float, languid and free. But then I feel it building again. This one takes longer, but as I break for you, you move, your face and hand trading places. You eat me out as your fingers work my clit. You slow, but don't stop until I push you away. I want more. I pull us to our knees, and straddle you, sinking onto your straining cock. You hold me still and kiss me to oblivion. I wrap around you, loving the feel of you panting, vibrating against me. My vibrator. I almost laugh, but you start moving. Slow, but god! Oh, so deep! Lifting me slowly, 'till you almost pop out, my muscles clenching franticly, desperate not to loose you. Lowering me, slowly, 'till I feel your balls touching my ass. Then you grind against me. Then you begin again. It takes longer to build this way, but it will be worth it. I lean back, and you nibble down my neck, feasting on my breasts. I explode, my nails scraping your skin. You groan, and pull me flush against you, my hard nipples rubbing against your sweat-slicked chest. I bite your ear, tugging on the many silver earrings circling it. I have more tattoos. You have more piercings. But not by much. Your hands slip lower, and one dips in my crack. I feel you coat your fingers with the moisture from my pussy, then probe my back entrance. You're the only one I trust with my ass. I save it for you. You slip a long finger inside, and I feel that pleasurable burning. You thrust a few times, before adding another. I feel deliciously stretched. Through all this, you keep thrusting into my pussy, never faltering. I'm slow close, and as I look into your eyes, I see you are too. You nuzzle my cheek, almost cat like, then dip your head to my neck. I expect more kisses, more licks, but instead, you growl, "Mine." You're so possessive; I can only gasp back, "Yes!" You sink your teeth into my neck, and I scream. You thrust, I cum; you moan, I clench; you cum, I scream. You always make me scream. The neighbours always know when I'm in town. They don't mind, I think it turns them on to hear us. They stopped calling the cops years ago. The last time the boys in blue banged on the door, I answered naked. You nearly pissed yourself, you were laughing so hard. We sit still, panting in each other's arms. A trickle of blood runs from where you bit me. That's okay. I feel your blood under my hands from where I scratched you. We're quite the pair. Soon, we're writhing together again. And again. And again. This is one reason why we can't stay together. We never sleep. I got fired twice because I turned up late for work too many times. Sometimes, we're too perfect for each other. I wake to harsh sunlight beating through you windows. You still sleep beside me. I contemplate waking you, but I look at the clock, and I know we don't have enough time to do everything you'll want to do. We're like X-rated Energiser Bunnies, but I have to go. I kiss you softly, so as not to wake you, then I quickly dress, not making a sound. I've gotten good at that. You hate when I leave like this, but you hate watching me walk out the door too. You'll forgive me. I'm not sure I ever will. I look at you once more before I close the door. You look so sweet, boyish, like when we were younger. Innocent. A single blond curl graces your smooth forehead, and my hand twitches, wanting to brush it off. I love you. I belong to you, body, mind, heart and soul, just as you belong to me. But I'm not ready. I'll be back in town in a couple months, and you'll make me scream again. Maybe I'll be ready then. Maybe not. I love you. You were my first, when we were both too young to be doing such things, but I never regretted it. You were so sweet. You still are, but you hide it well. I'm the only one who knows you. You were my first, and I know you'll be my last, when we're old and grey, pictures of our many grandchildren smiling down from the walls. If we're lucky, we'll die together. Heart attacks probably, with you still buried inside me. What a way to go! I love you. Always will. My heart, my soul, my home. See you soon... Soulmate Dreams His name was Mark Fagan and he had dreamed of a woman for months, every night he dreamt of the same woman. He had never seen her in his real life but knew she was his soulmate. He did not even know her in any way but felt she was near. He only knew that her first name was Rose, and her beauty was like that of a Rose. He tried to stay in dream land as much as possible so he could be with her. In another part of town She was dreaming of him, she only knew his name was Mark, she had dreamt of him for 6 months, her name was Rose McIntyre. She was about 5-7 with long legs, long red hair down to the middle of her back, sexy red lips, and blue/ green eyes that could look into the heart and soul. Mark was about 6-2 with brownish/ blonde hair, weighed about 265 pounds with a strong body and athletic build, very strong but gentle hands and hazel eyes. Mark and Rose only lived a few city blocks away from each other but had never met. She worked in the mall at a retail clothing store. He was a writer and a poet. She was also very creative and wrote poetry on the side. They had seen each others work before on different web sites, and that is how it all started that they began to somehow invade each others dreams. It was like it was meant to happen, that they were slowly being drawn to each other and getting to know each other through their dreams. They would date in their dreams, and make love in their dreams. Each night they both shared the same dreams of each other. The first dream that they ever had was that they met while going downtown on a subway train they were sitting next to each other and felt the attraction to one another immediately. They exchanged phone numbers but neither one had the guts to call the other one. A few days later he had to go downtown to the mall to one of the Bookstores to do some work there, he was a writer but he also worked in a bookstore. He ran into her in the mall and they had lunch together and got to know each other better. They made plans to go out on a date that Friday. They had a quiet dinner together at her place and watched a movie they had rented. They talked for hours and he slept on her couch that night. They loved each others company. That was the first dream they had of each other. Each night they would have dreams and become closer and closer to each other. But neither one of them realized that they lived so close to one another, and that they could have met in real life already if they just had tried or took some of the pointers left in their dreams and followed the trail of bread crumbs that their dreams were leaving them so they would find each other. Neither one of them could wait to go to sleep at night and they both normally fell asleep by 1 a.m. and woke up around 7:30 or 8 a.m. the next morning. In the six months they dreamed of one another, they had gotten to know each other real well. They made love to one another in their dreams. They were so in love with one another. But they also were beginning to long for each other in real life and began writing down their dreams. They even began posting stories about their dreams online. They just could not bring themselves to follow what they were dreaming in real life and follow their hearts to one another. They both were afraid to take a chance on real love. Afraid to get hurt again. They continued to dream of each other at night and it began to become unbearable to be apart from each other anymore. So they began to search for one another online and in the streets of their city. Going to different places they had gone together in their dreams. Just missing finding each other a few times, Until one night they started to follow their hearts and follow what their dreams had been trying to tell them all along. It was the night of their six month anniversary of dreaming of one another, and in their dreams that night, they had rented a limo and had gone to a romantic candle light dinner and then a play, as they sat in the balcony holding hands, and enjoying each others company. They had the Limo take them to a Hotel room after the play, she was wearing a long black dress, and he was dressed up in a tuxedo. They went to the hotel room and relaxed, they put on some soft instrumental music and slow danced in each others arms. The dream felt so real tonight for them both. It was more real then any dream they had before. They slowly kissed, their lips warm and moist. As they danced together, he held her tightly in his arms, never wanting to let her go. She held him also not wanting to let him go. They kissed passionately, as she walked into the bathroom and put on her long black nightgown as he took off his tuxedo and got into bed in only his boxers, laying in bed waiting for her to come lay beside him. Wanting to make love to her so badly. Wanting to feel her passion. As the dream became even more real inside of Rose and Mark. She coems out of the bathroom and crawls into bed next to him. She caresses his chest and looks so deeply into his hazel eyes. She caresses his face and leans over kissing his forehead. Rose- you are such a wonderful man, I have needed you for so long. Mark- I have needed you as well. I have felt you in my heart for a long time. Rose- I have felt you to. She leans over again and kisses his mouth as she lays on top of him in his loving and caring embrace. She moves down a little kissing his neck and chest as he holds her tightly. She looks deeply into his eyes feeling how special this night is. She kissed his lips even more passionately, rubbing her tongue up against his teeth. As seh rubbed and grinded against him. This dream was the strongest dream Mark and Rose had ever felt as they continued to dream together this hot and passionate dream. Feeling and sensing it so strongly as they slept just blocks away from each other. He rolled on top of her kissing her even more passionately, running his hand up her thigh slowly, as he kissed her neck, and started to kiss her breasts through the gown. She felt him stroking her thigh and her pussy, rubbing her clit as she rubbed her breasts and slid down the straps of her gown. As he tasted more and more of her body, kissing her breasts and sucking on her hard erect nipples, as she spread her legs and felt him slide in between them, rubbing and grinding against her. She wrapped her legs around him. She could feel him slide inside of her, letting out a moan, as he moaned as well. She felt so tight so wonderful. It felt so good to be inside of her. To be with her, to be making love together. They became even closer. They looked deeply into one another's eyes, their hands locked together, thrusting and grinding together in harmony as their orgasm builds as they explosion builds. They explode together as they kiss passionately caressing each other, and fall asleep wrapped tightly in each others arms. The dream for Mark and Rose was so powerful it woke them up and had felt so real that they realized when they had awakened that they both had cum. They both got up and took showers, got dressed and got in their cars and drove around the city aimlessly. Until they both ended up at a park, the sun was about to rise. They got out of their cars and walked towards the edge of the park and a bench overlooking the water as they watched the sun begin to rise and looked over at each other in shock. They couldn't speak, they had waited so long for this day. To finally meet the one they loved the one they dreamed of. Mark tried to speak. Mark- is your name He couldn't get out the rest of his question. Rose- Yes, my name is Rose. I hope and pray your Mark. Mark- Yes, I have dreamed of you for six months. Rose- As I have you for these last six months. They embraced tightly and watched the sun rise on a new day and a new chapter in their lives. A few months later they were married in the same spot, They had gotten to know one another so well through there dreams. They shared a special bond and a very special love. Their wedding night was a very special night for them both, they had dreamed about each other so much, and when they finally met in person they continued to dream of each other as they held each other tightly. After they were married they spent their honeymoon in the hotel they had stayed in during the dream that brought them together at last in person. They made love for hours and hours, kissing each other passionately and making wild passionate love, just so happy that they had found each other, as each new day brings a new and exciting adventure and a new dream of passion to their lives. Each day and each night the fires of passion burn brightly for each other deep inside their hearts. So happy to finally have followed their hearts and their dreams and to have finally found one another. Soulmate Siblings Hi,everybody! Thanks for the feedback on my first story, Alex and Emma. I am glad that it went over well. I hope you will enjoy my second story. I want my readers to know that the problems that the first story had will be fixed here. I promise to cut back on exclamation points and commas. I do tend to like using a lot of them, but I will cut back on them here. I hope you like Soulmate Siblings. ------------------------------------------------- "As I look back on the the last twenty-four hours, I can only remark on the life-altering events with one simple word: WOW! I can't believe it happened. Before today, Jasmine was just who she had always been: my fraternal twin. But that was before I did the unthinkable. I..." "Oh, will you just cut to the chase already,Jack? He fucked my brains out!" "Jasmine!" "Well, I understand you have to set the story up, but, damn it, you were taking too long." "Look, that day meant a lot to me." "It meant a lot to me, too, Jack. But you can get to the point without all the ' life-changing, oh-I-fucked-my-sister-and-now-my-life-is-complete- bullshit. ' " (chuckles) "Yeah, I guess you're right." "Thank you." "So, before we begin, a little backstory is in order." "Oh, boy. Here we go again." "So,anyway, before I was rudely interrupted, I was setting up the story. My sister and I are fraternal twins. My name is Jack Thomas Collins. My father named me after his favorite actor, Jack Nicholson. He said when I was a baby, I had a little twinkle in my eye, like I had a little bit of dark side. As I got older, that proved to be true, as I had quite the reputation of being kinda of a playboy. " ""Kind of.' Jack, you got pussy left and right." "Yeah, and I also got yours, so shush. Anyway, I had quite the reputation of getting pussy left and right, mostly of my position and build. I was the most popular guy in my school, and captain of the football team. Girls tend to flock to you when you have those labels. I had a 4.0 GPA, and was voted most likely to succeed,along with Jasmine. And my body, well..." "Oh, come on, Jack, stop being so modest." "Okay, Jasmine. I had a great build. Girls have compared me to Channing Tatum in terms of my build. I have the body that most girls love to get close to. My chest is very well defined, with a toned six-pack and great abs. My arms are ripped and strong. Jasmine says I am like an animal. My legs are strong, too. Great when I fucking a really tight pussy. And my best feature, according to pretty much every girl, is my eight and 1/2 inch cock. Girls like it when I pound their tight cunts with my large,throbbing member. I have a brown hairdo that is usually shaved, mostly because it is a hassle dealing with long hair. Jasmine says I look hot with long hair, so I might grow it back out again." "Okay, Mister. You done giving yourself a pat on the back?" "Admit it, Jasmine. Your pussy is a little wet." (smiling) "Pleading the fifth. Now, can I have my turn,please?" "Sure. Here you go." "Thanks. Hi, everybody. My name, as my-less-than-modest-brother mentioned, is Jasmine.Jasmine Sabrina Collins. My mother named after the Disney Princess because of my big, brown eyes." "Yeah, that isn't the only thing that is big and appealing about you." "Do you want some later?" "I'll shut up." "Anyway, I was basically the female eqivalent of my brother. I was the most popular girl in my school. I was captain of the cheerleader squad, homecoming queen, prom queen, voted girl who would you want to be your bestie,and yet, still maintained a 4.0 GPA. Guys say I have a killer body. I have a 34c breast cup, a 24 inch waist, and a 34-inch hips. My legs travel for miles, and I have been told I look great in high heels. I have long, flowing black hair, like the Disney character, that is shoulder length, and I have ruby red lips, even without lipstick. I have also been told I have an ass that won't quit by several guys and a few girls, actually. But many guys guys feel my best feature is my eyes. They are very deep and soulful.I have got a lot of things because of my eyes, apparently. We graduated just this last summer. It was a very, very emotional graduation. Some of my best friends I may never see again. Even my brother got a little emotional. " "I did not!" "Oh, come on. I saw you." "They were manly tears." "Right. ' Manly tears. ' Anyway, for our last summer, our parents had a "business trip" they had to do, and they left Jack and I with the house for a week." "Oh, come on. That's not fair. Our parents work very hard for the company." "Jack, they are ad executives. Admit it, they wanted some vacation time because they are suffering from a mid-life crisis because their kids are going off to college and mom wanted to go somewhere beautiful so dad could fuck her brains out." "Do you have to talk so vulgar about our parents?" "And you fucked your twin sister how many hours ago?" (sighs) "Continue." "Thank you, Jack. Which leads us to the beginning of our story. Two days ago. May 27,2012. 9:30 AM. I had just woken up to the sun shining bright in my eyes, the light of the sun filling up my room with its glow. I sat up in my bed, the sun's light shining on my tits." "When did you exactly start sleeping in the nude?" "Pervert. LOL. Anyway, I proceeded to get out of my bed and get dressed. I picked a modest outfit:a white sleeveless tank top, a midnight blue bra, my silk red thong, and some tight blue jeans." "Your ass does look good in those." "Hey, instead of making a few comments here and there, how about you actually doing soemthing useful, like recording this beside me? You do become important in the next few minutes." "Okay. Hi, everybody. I'm back." "Hoo-ray, you were missed. Now, back to the story. So, anyway, I began looking for my brother in the house. He wasn't in his room,or the kitchen, or even in the living room. So, I figured there was only one other place he could be: the pool. So, I went outside to find him. As I began the walk from the the side of the house to the pool, as I got closer to the pool, I began to see more and more of my brother. Finally, he was directly in my sight, and I stopped dead in my tracks. There was my 19-year old twin brother, completely naked, covered in tanning oil, stroking the biggest cock I've ever seen. I stood transfixed, knowing I should walk away, but I couldn't. Fuck, he was just so big! As I watched jerk his cock faster and faster, I began to feel strangely awkward towards my brother. My friends had said my brother was hot, and even a few of them,the ones he fucked, anyway, said he had a nice cock and body. But damn, they weren't kidding. Jack is many things, but a liar, he ain't. Everything he said about himself earlier is true, so no need to repeat his features again here. Let's just say that seeing Jack like this was quite the eye-opener,and it was hot! I did come back to reality, eventually.I don't know how many minutes it was, and quite frankly, I don't care. But I did have to put a end to this, so I got his attention. 'Ahem.' "It was at this point, my eyes opened wide and I stood up to face my sister. The look on her face was one of confusion and embarassment. I saw a little bit of arousal as well, but I didn't think much of it at the time." 'Uh, hey, Jasmine. How much of that did you see?' "He was clearly embarrased, but I had to be honest with him." 'I saw enough.' "I still couldn't take my eyes off him, even though, at the time, I really wanted to." 'So, uh, do you need to finish?' "He decided to reply honestly, even if the situation was far from ordinary." 'Yeah, I was close to cumming.' "I nodded my head and proceeded to give him some privacy." 'Hey, Jasmine? I am really sorry.' "I told him it was okay and walked back into the house. Once I was back in, I went to my room and just rested my head against the door frame for a while. I couldn't believe what I just saw. His body, that cock: it all burned in my mind so vividly, I couldn't get to leave my thoughts. The urge to finger myself to his body was almost to much to bear." "Alright, it's is my time to share." "Okay, here you go, Jack." "Thanks, sis. Meanwhile, I was in the midst of finishing up one of the biggest cums of my life. I was thinking about Britney, the best fuck in high school and Jasmine's best friend.I dream of her lips sliding up my pole, her breasts rubbing against my leg when suddenly, the image flickered and into view came Jasmine, her big, juicy jugs rubbing against my face as she worked my cock with her cunt.I became so startled by the vision, but was so close to cumming that I unleashed my load with the thought of my sister riding my thick prick. I shot twelve squirts of semen onto the patio, the largest load I had ever shot off in my life. At the time, I didn't know if it was just the fact I was so horny or I really did want Jasmine, but I knew I had to see her." ------------------------------------------------- "As I lied against the door, my brain was swirling of thoughts of my suddenly-or not so suddenly-hot brother. I knew that vision would never leave my head, and I just about to remedy the situation with Mr. Vibrator when I heard a knock at the door. I knew it was him, but I at least thought he would put his clothes back on." 'Jasmine, listen, please.' "As long as he stood there naked as the day he was born, he had my attention." 'Okay, go ahead.' "He thought long and hard about what he was gonna say, but still, I could tell, he was nervous. "Yeah, and I thought once she heard my proposal, she would freak." "But he went ahead with his proposal." 'Okay, look, me being naked around kinda freaks you out, right?' 'Let's go with that." 'And it will probably be a while before you can look at me as your brother again?' 'Right.' "I told myself: Jack, you have one chance. It was now or never." 'So,I had a idea. Since I don't need to be modest around you anymore, maybe you do't need to be modest around me.' 'What are you getting at, Jack?' 'Why don't you get naked with me?' 'What?' 'Hear me out. If we are both naked, we won't have to worry about being uncomfortble around each other. And since I am not attracted to you, and vice versa with you, we won't have to worry about any sexual hunger from the other.' "I thought about his proposal for a long time. He did have a point. Besides, I did want to spend more time with him like this. Plus, I wanted to see if I could get a reaction out of him. Every guy in school said I was hot; now is the time to put that to the test of just how hot I am. Can I really arouse my own brother? But I wouldn't have sex with him. He was still my brother. Right?" 'Okay. I will.' "Her response floored me. And she left me no time to recover as she began to shed her clothes. She started with her tank top, then she slowly pushed down her jeans, down those long, supple legs. Her thong was next, revealing her soft, plump and shaven pussy lips to my gaze. Then, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra from her massive tits. Now, I have seen many women naked,but my sister was a goddess. Her descrption of herself earlier did her justice, but to me, I just wanted to fuck her right then and there." "I swear, Jack's cock got five inches bigger when I got naked. And to be honest, it made me wetter than I already was, and my nipples became very erect. I had to gather myself. I wanted to see where this would go, and would I actually go that far." 'Now, remember,' I told him, 'if this gets too weird, we will put our clothes back on and that will be the end of it, agreed?' 'Agreed,' Jack said. "We were unsure of what we would do next, so I suggested we go eat breakfast. She nodded her head and off we went to the kitchen, unsure of where these events would take us, and unaware of what surprises waited at the other end of the road we were now on." ------------------------------------------------- "We both agreed on peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches. I really don't know why. Jasmine is actually a fair cook, but I don't think she would have been able to focus. It was pretty clear where her mind was that day." "At least I can cook, jackass." "Hey, I cook." "Making toast and heating up Hot Pockets is not cooking!" "Shut up. Anyway,we were making our sandwiches. I love watching her: the way her breasts shook as she spread the ingredients on the bread, the way she crossed her legs, the way she licked her lips as she she spread the jelly on her bread: it was quite a turn-on. Anyway, we had finished making our sandwiches and had started eating. To go with our sandwiches, we had a tangerine for each of us and a glass of milk." "We had been sitting there for a while in silence, although our minds were screaming "FUCK HER/HIM!!!!!", when I decided to ask him a personal question." 'Hey, Jack?' 'Yeah?' 'Just how many girls did you sleep with in high school?' "I admit, I was suprised. But I figured we kinda were crossing lines here. Why not just tell her?" 'Truly? Only eight.' Jasmine was clearly shcoked. 'Just eight?' 'Yeah. Why?' 'Well, you did have that big rep as the biggest pussy magnet in school.' "I had to admit, I chuckled at that. But I guess she was right. Although I did fuck many of those girls mutiple times, I really didn't connect with any of them, really. I told her that,too". 'What about Britney?' 'She was the only one I felt something for, but still, it wasn't meant to be.' 'What was the sex like between you two?' 'Oh,very hot and heavy. I used to pound her so hard, she would sweat like she did in the gym. Remember how she used to sweat in gym?' Jasmine smiled. 'Yeah, I remember.' 'Yeah. And her pussy....I used to love eating her out. She tasted like the sweetest honey. I used to lick that clit so erratically, she would cum so hard,she would almost pass out when she was finished.' 'Wow.' "Jasmine was clearly impressed and slightly aroused. She will never admit, but I know the look in a woman's eyes: she wanted me". 'Did you think she loved you?' 'For a while. But she realized, as I did, it was just good, mindless sex. It was hard, but we moved on.' "Jasmine seemed satisfied by that answer, but I had to know about her." 'What about you?' 'What about me?' 'Come on,Jasmine. You aren't still a virgin, are you?' "Truth be told, I actually had just had sex a month after I turned 18, right after junior year.Most people assumed I didn't fuck in high school, that I was still a virgin." 'I did fuck three guys in high school.' 'What?!?!? Who?' "That got his attention." 'Calm down. A few guys from football.' 'Who were they?' 'I don't remember the other two names, but the third guy was Chris.' 'You fucked Chris? My best friend? When?' 'Homecoming.' "All this time, I had thought she was my squeaky-clean sister." "Little brother, I am anything but squeaky clean." "I am only younger by three minutes." "Get back to the story." "Right. Jasmine began to get more intimate about that night." 'Chris was the best I've had. His dick was so big, it barely fit my mouth.' 'You sucked his cock?' "Jasmine smiled a sexy smile and licked her lips." 'Yes, and his cum tasted good.' "The urge to grab my cock became harder just then. I almost reached it and caught myself. I wasn't quick enough. Jasmine noticed my hand movements." 'You know, don't you?' 'Know what, little brother?' 'What I am doing?' "Jasmine smiled a sexy smile at me." 'No, what are you doing?' "I pushed my chair further out and began stroking my cock for her. Jasmine pretended to be shocked, but it was just for show." "The teasing had gone on long enough. I wanted that cock in my hands as he sucked on my tits and played with my pussy. I grabbed some of the jelly and ran it all over my tits. Smiling sexily at him,I began to do a 'come here' gesture with my middle finger, hoping he get the hint. He did. Such a smart boy. He walked over to me and began licking the jelly off my tits as I grabbed his cock with my right hand, my left grabbing the jelly. Using my fingers, I smeared the jelly all over my clit and pussy, hoping he would eat me out." "I saw what she did, my cock got even harder, but I wanted to finish licking those suckable tits. They were the nicest tits I've ever seen, and I treated them as such." 'Oh, fuck, Jack. That feels good. Lick that tit. But please, get my pussy.' "I then left her luscious tits and proceeded to go towards her pussy." 'Wait!' "I paused, like a schoolboy waiting instruction." 'Get on the floor. On your back.' "I did as I was told. What she did next shocked the heck out of me." "I reached for the jelly and put some in my hand. I lied my body on top of his and covered his dick in the grape jelly. I then began to engulf the huge dick in his mouth. It felt good to finally have his dick in my mouth. It felt nice and hard,and so dirty. It tasted so good, the jelly mixing well with natural warmth. Honestly, I would have been satisfied if I just would have done that. But then I felt the familiarity of his tongue, and it was at work on my pussy. He is such a good boy." "Her pussy tasted delicious. Not only because of the grape jelly, which is my favorite, but of her natural taste. She tasted of a mix between honey and caramel, two sugary liquids that my tongue couldn't get enough of. I attacked her clit without mercy, and it felt good to hear her shrieks of pleasure when she didn't have my dick in mouth. And quite honestly I was surprised she had only sucked the one dick; she was a natural." "I licked as much of the dick as I could: the top layer, the underside, the sides, even his cum slit. I simply had to please him for his sake and my own. I just couldn't get enough of his cock." "I had licked her pussy as much as I could in getting clean from all the jelly. She tasted so good, I could have licked her forever". "'Damn, we are all clean', I said to her." "Jasmine lifted her head and turned around to face me. In her sexiest voice yet, she just replied, 'Then why do I still feel so dirty?'" "I licked the rest of his dick clean, then I turned my body around to face him. I didn't care if it was wrong, or whatever, after eating my cunt like he did, he deserved to fuck my cunt. I grabbed his cock and aimed at the base of my opening. I slowly pushed it in. It was a little difficult at first. I have never had a dick so big in my pussy before, so I had to stretch myself to accomodate him. I need not have worried. Once I stretched far enough, he fit perfectly. The size, length, and width of his dick filled me up perfectly." "Jasmine had shocked me when she made her move to fuck me. She shocked me more when I felt that tight, warm, and wet pussy. Her pussy was the perfect mix. She had actually managed to get my entire length inside of her. She was that deep,that perfect." 'So, is fucking your brother weird enough for ya?' 'Jack, you're cute, but shut up and fuck me!' 'Your wish is my command, your highness.' "I should have kicked his ass for that little comment, but,at the time, it did appply to the situation. He did worship the ground where I stood. I was fucking his amazing dick like no one had before. So I let it slide. I simply had to have more of him, so I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. His hands were magic. Most guys, especially the three I had been with, grouped my breasts hard, and it fucking hurt. But Jack gentily caressed my breasts. He did squeeze my tits, but gently, using his thumb and index finger. It sends more waves of pleasure that I had even conceived."