16 comments/ 548110 views/ 30 favorites What a Boy By: scorpio00155 After twenty-three years of marriage it was a bit of a shock to suddenly find myself on my own, I was a widow at forty, my husband had only been forty-five when he had just keeled over and died, heart attack they had said. Whatever the reason I was alone for the first time in twenty-three years, even my twenty year old son had to leave right after the funeral as he was studying for his finals at University a few months on, though he did make a point of ringing me every night it was no substitute for having someone there with me. Those first few weeks were the worst, I let myself go to pot a little and it was the sight of myself one morning in the bathroom mirror that finally snapped me back to my senses, I was a mess and right then I determined to get back on my feet again. I started to go out again, visited the gym and so on, yet the sparkle had gone from life, before my husband's untimely death I had been described as 'vivacious' and 'sexy', usually by my husband, but I'd heard other men say it too. For a forty year old I had managed to retain most of my youthful figure, all right I was a little softer and my tits drooped ever so slightly, but I could still give younger girls a run for their money if I was so inclined, the problem was that I was no longer inclined. While my husband had been alive sex had been almost a daily event, he had been a randy sod and had even resorted to buggery once a month during my periods, but now I just couldn't seem to get interested let alone excited about sex, but I did let a few men date me about three months after I became a widow, I even let a couple of them take me to bed though I got little pleasure from it. Then, when I least expected it, my life was turned around again, Luke, my son, had sat his finals and came home to await the results, as most of his friends were some distance away he spent a lot of time just sitting around at home, I was glad of his company though. He'd been home for about a week when Luke announced that he was going to take me out for a meal or something. "You don't have to do that." I smiled, pleased at his offer. "Course I do," Luke laughed "you don't think I'm going to have the prettiest mum in the world and not show her off every now and then." "Oh Luke," I laughed "you'll make me blush." "Not you mummy dear," he grinned "the last time you blushed was when dad whipped your knickers off at that party. Oh sorry mum, I wasn't thinking." "It's all right Luke," I smiled "it's the things like that that I remember fondly about your father, I'm over the worst of it now so don't go pussy footing around it." "Okay mum." he replied giving me a hug. As he released me I felt myself going all warm and tingly all over, but in particular in my pussy, I was shocked at myself, but at the same time I was enjoying the feeling, it was the first time I'd felt this way in over three months. "So," Luke was saying "you go and put on your sexiest dress and your most alluring war-paint and I'll take you out. Oh and don't forget the naughty skimpies underneath." Laughing I headed for my room, there was quite a selection of clothing in my wardrobe which included a whole array of lingerie, my husband had loved to see me in sexy outfits, in a sudden fit of madness I chose my favourite basque, it had quarter cups and lifted up my boobs to show off my nipples to a treat. A pair of my sheerest seamed black stockings completed the undergarments and I turned my attention to the dresses, the one I chose had a plunging neckline and though it came down to below my knees it had a split in the side seam that came right up to the top of my leg, a little make-up and a brush of my hair and I was done. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt so sexy, even if it was only my son I was going out with I was suddenly feeling good about myself and not a little horny, I had the feeling that when I got home I'd have to masturbate for a good while. When I went back downstairs Luke was just putting on his coat, he looked at me as I joined him and gave a wolf whistle. "You look good enough to eat." he grinned "Boy will you turn some heads tonight." "I'll do then." I laughed giving a little twirl. "I'll say." he grinned and winked. The restaurant my son took me to was a lovely little French place, it wasn't large, but the atmosphere was intimate and the food was not that bad, though a little pricey for what you got. Over the meal my son and I laughed and chatted about everything and nothing, I must admit to having a little too much wine and I was feeling more than a bit merry when we ordered our after dinner brandy. "Shall I tell you something?" I said quietly leaning over the table. Luke's eyes had gone wide and were staring down my cleavage, but I didn't really notice this as I waited for him to respond, suddenly he grinned and leant forward towards me. "What do you want to tell me?" he almost whispered. "I'm not wearing any panties." I giggled at him. Luke sat back in his chair and laughed then leant forward again. "Your not wearing a bra either." he grinned. I looked down in surprise at my gaping top then looked at him and grinned. "I'm wearing a basque," I said poking my tongue out at him "so there. Did you get a good look then?" "You bet I did." he laughed quietly "And if you give the waiter a quick peek we can get away from here without leaving a tip." "Luke!" I laughed in mock shock and sitting back in my chair "That's exactly what your father said the last time I wore this dress." "I can't be wrong then." Luke laughed as the waiter came back to the table with our drinks. To be honest I was really enjoying the bawdy banter, in more ways than one and when I saw my son looking at me speculatively over his brandy glass I smiled seductively at him. "What?" I asked. "I was just wondering if you really weren't wearing any knickers." he grinned lowering his glass. "I'm not and I can prove it if you like." I responded challengingly. "I'd like." he replied to my challenge. I slid my chair around the table until I was right beside him, the slit of my dress right next to his leg, after a quick look around I took hold of his hand and shoved it into the slit and placed it on my bare pussy. "There!" I laughed. His hand lingered on my pussy for a while and I felt it rub against me a little sending a shiver of excitement through me, I was surprised at myself for acting the way I was, but I was also enjoying it one hell of a lot. Almost reluctantly Luke moved his hand away from me, he was smiling as he raised his hand to his nose and sniffed at his fingers. "You smell nice," he grinned "I bet you taste nice too." "Cheeky bugger." I laughed "Just watch it sonny Jim." "I have been and I enjoyed the view." my son laughed back. There was nothing I could say to that so I laughed while wondering just what the hell had got into me, this was my son I was flirting with yet I was enjoying his attentions as if he had been my late husband. Luke called for the bill as I continued to puzzle over the strange mood that had come over me, there was no sane, logical explanation for it, but it was harmless and we were both enjoying ourselves so why was I worrying? Besides, Luke was a handsome young man and I felt flattered that he of all people thought that I was still attractive despite my age, he was probably biased, but I valued his opinion more than anyone else's now I was a widow, I looked at him and saw that he was watching me with what I would have sworn was a hungry look in his eyes, the sort of look his father always had when he was about to fuck me, but I put it down to my own foolishness. "Come on then mother dear," Luke smiled as he put his wallet away "let's take a walk to settle our meal." He offered me his arm and I took it as we walked out of the restaurant, Luke seemed to have an idea of where he was heading so I just leant against him and let him guide our steps, neither of us spoke, we just enjoyed the clear night air in an intimate silence. After a while I began to feel excited, it was the feel of the night air on my bare pussy and nipples that was the cause of it, I'd forgotten how randy I got walking along with no underwear on, my husband, God bless him, had always said I was an exhibitionist at heart, maybe he had been right, the thrills I was feeling certainly were growing with each step we took. Then we came to a dark lane, I could see cars parked in little lay-bys and suddenly realised that we were at the local Lover's Lane, my husband had always enjoyed bringing me here and now I was here with my son, a sudden surge of sensations ran through me making me shudder and I had to suppress a gasp as it dawned on me that I was having a minor climax. "Are you all right mum?" Luke asked stopping us in the middle of the lane. "Fine," I said a little breathlessly "just fine." Just a few feet away there was a bench and I found myself being steered towards it by my son, he sat me down then sat close beside me, I could feel his leg pressing against mine and felt another wave of bliss building up inside me. Luke put an arm around my shoulder and drew me to him, I felt strangely comforted as I leant against his chest with his arm across my shoulders, comforted and excited. A shudder ran through me as I climaxed again, I couldn't believe what was happening, but the pleasure I was feeling was too strong to ignore. "Cold?" Luke asked as I trembled against him. "No," I sighed trying to keep the excitement out of my voice "definitely not cold." My son twisted around and I felt his hand tilt my face up so that he could see it, he looked deep into my eyes then grinned knowingly, I knew he had guessed the reason for my shakes and instead of shame I felt only excitement. "Want to go home?" he asked. "Please." I breathed. As soon as we got home I intended going up to my room and giving myself a real orgasm, though I wondered if even that would ease the desire I felt burning inside me, then I realised that Luke wasn't making a move to depart. I looked at him and saw he was looking around us, puzzled I followed his gaze, but I could see nothing or no-one, I almost jumped off the seat when I felt a warm hand slide onto my leg through the slit in my dress then move up to my pussy. "Luke!" I gasped in excited surprise. He just smiled as his hand began to trace my pussy, his fingers running over me lightly then pausing to gently rub at my clit, I know I should have pushed his hand away or jumped to my feet, anything but not just sit there and enjoy what he was doing to me. Excitement raged in me drowning the shock I felt at my son's actions and my own submission to them, his fingers were moving faster on my clit and I couldn't hold back a gasp as he made me climax, but that wasn't the end of it, as I leant against him shivering with delight my son slid his fingers down to my wet hole and gently pushed two of them into me. "God Luke!" I gasped as my orgasm grew stronger "Oh God, I shouldn't be letting you do this to me!" His response was to move his fingers a little fast in my pussy and to tilt my head up with his other hand, I looked at his face as it came closer to mine and groaned as I felt his warm lips press down on mine gently. With a jerk I hit a new peak, red hot ecstasy ran through me as I shuddered against my son, his fingers buried deep inside me as I pushed down on them, his lips suddenly hungry on mine as I groaned out my bliss into his mouth. Then, as my peak faded, Luke moved his hand from my pussy and parted our lips with a sigh, I felt warm and shaky inside as he stood up then drew me to my feet. "Let's go home." he said quietly, suggestively. Walking at his side, leaning on his arm with tremors still running through me I felt shocked at myself for allowing Luke to finger me as he had, for some reason I felt helpless, it was ridiculous, but I just couldn't seem to resist him or the joy he was making me feel. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise we'd reached home until we were inside the house and Luke was closing the door, feeling unsteady I headed to the living room and poured myself a large Martini, my son was at my side a moment later as I downed the drink in one go. "Oh Luke," I sighed pouring myself another drink "I shouldn't have let you do those things to me." Grinning Luke poured himself a large brandy then took hold of my free wrist, I tossed back my drink as he guided my hand down to the front of his trousers, he pressed my hand to his trousers and I felt the hard shape of his cock, hard and erect in the confines of his clothes. Gasping I looked at my son's face, he was smiling at me as he held my hand to his groin, the look in his eyes was desire and I felt both stunned and flattered that I was the object of that desire and when he let go of my wrist I just couldn't help myself any more, I gently rubbed at the shape of his cock through his clothes. Without a word Luke put down his glass and took me in his arms, his lips coming down on mine in a burningly passionate kiss that sent tingles of delight spreading through me, I felt his hands tugging at my back then my dress felt suddenly loose and I gasped into his mouth at the knowledge that he had opened the zip of my dress. Parting our lips my son pushed the dress from my shoulders and slid it down my body, it fell in a crumpled heap around my ankles as he took a step back and gazed at me in the bright light of the living room, I felt my nipples tingle as his eyes passed over them and my pussy ached as his eyes went lower. "God you are a beautiful woman Irene." Luke breathed in excitement. "Luke!" I gasped out as his hands started to undo his own clothing. I felt mesmerised, trapped, unable to protest or move as I watched my son undress in front of me, his eyes constantly roaming over my body and when he pushed off his underpants to reveal the raging erection he bore I felt the breath catch in my throat. "Luke!" I said weakly as he raised his hands to my breasts. "Hush mum," he said quietly as his hands stroked my heavy globes "just enjoy it." I was having no trouble in that despite all my shock at what was happening I was enjoying it more than I ever would have believed possible, yet a part of me wanted to put a stop to it, to end the foolishness before it went too far, but I couldn't find the will to act as I knew I should and when my son began to tease my nipples I felt only bliss as an orgasmic tide rose in me. As I started to shudder one of my son's hands slide down my body to my pussy while he leant forward to take my nipple in his mouth, I felt like two people, one who was watching as though from a distance feeling shocked at what was happening, the other feeling wild elation at the pleasure my son's attentions were giving me and when I felt his fingers slide into my pussy while his thumb pressed on my clit I cried out in sheer delight. A few seconds or minutes or hours later I felt my son's hands moving from my breast and pussy, his mouth releasing my nipple, then he was holding me firmly, I gasped as he swept me off my feet and lowered me to the carpet with my body still shaking from orgasmic bliss. "Please Luke!" I gasped out weakly. Even I wasn't sure whether I was begging him to stop or pleading with him to take me, I felt so mixed up and so wildly excited that it could have been either or both, but Luke felt no confusion as he came between my legs and pressed his cock to my pussy. "LUKE!" I cried as I felt him surging into me, my body rising of its own accord to meet him. If I had felt ecstatic before I felt overwhelmed now as my son began to move his cock in my pussy with a deliciously slow, firm stroke, leaning over me he twisted his head to suck at one of my nipples while he used one hand to play with the other and his other arm to support himself, all my thoughts were suddenly engulfed by pure bursts of delectable sensations. I could hear myself crying out as though I was listening from a distance, my cries begging him to 'fuck me', pleading with him to 'fill me', had I been able to think I would have felt disgusted at my reactions, but all I could do was feel as I rode on roller coasters of ecstasy. Luke was moving faster in me and I was moving with him, it was as though my body had taken total control as it savoured what it desired to the full, in a moment of clarity I found that I had wrapped my arms and legs about his body, holding him to me as his cock slid in and out of my burning pussy and my mind was overwhelmed by sensations again. Then my son thrust into me and groaned, his body trembled against mine and I felt a burst of heat deep inside me as his semen flowed thickly, screaming out my passion as my body bucked and writhed under him I let myself drown in the sheer bliss of the moment and when my peak faded I could still feel my son moving in my pussy even as his cock began to shrink. When at last Luke rolled off me I lay panting and shaking, unable to control the tremors that ran through my body or my ragged, over-excited breathing, beside me my son sat up and I sensed that he was looking down at me, turning my head I looked up at him with glazed eyes. "You are fantastic." Luke smiled down at me, his chest heaving from his exertions. Leaning over he kissed me gently and I felt a tingle run through me, it was frightening the way I felt about my own son, yet I couldn't deny it any longer, my own body had betrayed me, I had enjoyed every single moment of his lust, even though I felt guilty, shocked and disgusted all three emotions couldn't compare to the satisfaction I felt and the joy he had given me. "Oh Luke," I sighed as soon as I had recovered enough to sit up "Luke, we shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have let you do it, but God forgive me, I loved every blissful moment of it." "You'll love it again as soon as my cock gets hard again." he laughed. I knew from the tone of his voice and the way he put his arm around me and drew me to him that there was nothing I could say that would dissuade him from lusting after me and to be honest I found myself feeling elated that he would want me in that way, sighing I leant against his chest and gazed down at his cock lying limp between his legs. Though I knew a part of me would never really accept the situation and would feel shock at it I also knew that I would willingly give myself to my son whenever he asked or even if he didn't ask. Thinking back to my marriage I realised with surprise that what I was feeling for Luke was what I had felt for my late husband, I smiled to myself as I thought back to those moments, like now, when I lay gazing down at my husbands limp cock eagerly waiting for it to get hard again then leaning down to take it in my mouth to help it grow hard. What a boy my son was, so much like his father yet so different, I felt proud of his achievements and lusted after his body with a passion that made my pussy grow hotter and wetter, perhaps, like his father before him, my son would bugger me when my periods came around, but now all I wanted was to feel his cock inside me again, as with his late father, I couldn't wait any longer. "Let me help it." I laughed lightly as I leant down to take my son's cock in my mouth. What a Boy Wants Bastion Levoux opened one eye very slowly, it felt like someone had gone over the thin membrane that protected the orb with rough sandpaper. He struggled but finally the other eye came open to stare bleakly around the cluttered mess that was him haven. There were books piled high in every imaginable place, even on top of the stove, which he rarely used anyway. Every page of every book had his sweat, tears and even maybe more lovingly placed on them. Bastion was a fanatic about knowledge, he had to have it, had to get it and reading was one of the many ways he did so. He ran thin white hands through a mass of dark brown hair that was shot threw with deep reds and some gold's that fell in a wacky, rather charming way across his face and bare bony chest. He was 24 and people would tell him to his face he was only 16 or 17. Bastion would only smile and nod. In many ways he loved that he was always mistaken for being young, and sometimes more innocent then he really was. Of course specially when it landed him in bed with a tasty morsel or two, who thought with his lack of age he would be harmless enough. The thought brought a thin smile to his large feminine looking lips and he felt the beginnings of a hard on begin to stir beneath the covers. He sighed and covered his face with his lumpy pillow, God had curse him with an always firing libido and to him it really was a curse. He was too smart and way to busy but there he was always leaving all the work he HAD to get done to go find a piece of ass some where to cool the heat that was his sex drive. Sometimes he almost wished he couldn't get turned on, that the smallest glimmer of a girl's lovely pair of lips or perhaps the curve of a young boy's hip bone wouldn't reduce him to a quivering mass of hormones. Bastion pulled the pillow from his pale, rather thin face and lifted the sheet to look down at his now hugely erect penis, staring back at him like a one eyed demon sent to destroy him. He dropped the sheet back in place and shut papery thin eyelids over deep hazel eyes. He placed his thumb and forefinger over those eyelids and rubbed vigorously, easing somewhat, the dryness there. Bastion looked up to the poster that hung directly above his small bed on the ceiling and blew a kiss, mockingly to the sensual face. "You my dear are going to be the death of me." He said hoarsely to the naked woman who sat with her legs tied spread eagle to two lamp posts on a busy New York sidewalk, smiling as if for only him. He sighed heavily again and slipped his birdlike hand over the sharp angle of his ribs, running his fingers teasing over the sensitive skin there. As much as he loved to be with other people Bastion also loved being with himself. He knew all the right spots that sent that trembling feeling into his belly. He knew just what to do to make his self explode into a million tiny pieces. And he was a better lover for that as well. His fingers moved feathery light over the flat plain of his belly, stopping to twine through the light trail of pale gold hair that marked the way to his object of desire. Bastion's hand gently cupped his throbbing penis, it jerked and bounced in his hand, like it knew what was coming. He moved his hand very slightly up and down the shaft, just a few practice pumps to get the feeling for how long he wanted this one to last. His eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure, oh yeah this is going to be one of those fast and deliciously hard ones he thought, his favorite. Bastion closed his other hand over the head of his dick, massaging and caressing the V at the tip while his other hand worked the shaft in a mesmerizing fashion. His skinny hips jolted with each downward thrust of his hands and he felt the orgasm boil and convulse inside his balls. His golden brown eyes shot open at precisely the same time as the cum came shooting out the head of his penis, gushing warmly through his fingers and smattering over his belly and thighs. He gave a few more jerks for good measure and closed his eyes, sighing deeply. Bastion reached over without looking, grabbing for the towel he knew was there, since it was there for this purpose only, and pulled it up and half-heartedly cleaned up the now cooling cum from his belly and legs. He threw the towel back to the floor and rolled to his stomach. He looked painfully thin lying naked on the small bed, painfully pale too. But pale and thin as he was Bastion was beautiful and even more so after he just shot his load into his own hand. Bastion pulled the sheet back up over his body and shot a baleful glance over to the geek box that sat on his cluttered desk and groaned. He had tons of work to do but now all he felt like doing was going back to sleep...and he did with a rueful smile on his lips. What a Brother Knows Tossing the pile of white gold curls over her shoulders, she glared at him, watching that familiar cocky smile trace his lips. She jerked her hand again, but it was to no avail she was being held tight. Growling low in her throat Kim whispered “Let me go Luke.” “Not on your life,” he pulled her a little closer, his hot breath, holding a scent of mint and liquor, licking against her lips as her spoke, “sis.” She shuddered, feeling that word course it’s way down her spine. Kim detested when he called her sister, or any form of the word. In her mind they weren’t even blood kin, she couldn’t be related to this looser. Another growl tore across her tongue. “I’ll scream.” “I kind of figured that out, Kimmy. I got only the best in mind for my little sister.” His free hand brushed against her shoulder, down over the swell of her breast. Gasping she tossed herself away from him, her arm jerking her roughly back. His grip was like a vise, “don’t touch me!” “Too late, sis.” Before she could growl or scream he tossed her on his bed, the springs squeaking a little as she landed, then bounced. Opening her mouth she let out a breathless gasp, and he slipped something hard past her lips, grabbing a handful of her locks, pulling her head sharply back making her eyes water. He wrapped the cord that would have kept her robe closed around her head, blindfolding her as well as securing the makeshift gag. Kim whimpered. “You see sis,” she heard him lick his lips, he made a subtle slurping sound, then felt his weight on her back, his mouth just inches from her ear, wrenching another whimper from the back of her throat, “I just wanted to see what that little scholarly ass of yours has to offer the world. And maybe then I wont tell mom and dad you’re failing your course in theology…Hmm where should we start,” his fingers dipped under her robe, she felt the coolness of his skin against hers, petting up and down her inner thigh, “Here little sister, should I start here?” She jerked her body again, only causing him to grunt as her weight shifted him slightly from his place. As a result he let his hand slip up her thigh a little higher, his fingers toying with her shaved slit. Shuddering she felt a familiar heat rise in her body. This brought a blush radiating across her cheeks, she could feel that warmth drift down over the tops of her breasts, and toy with her nipples, pushing them to semi erection. All she could do was stand there, bent over his bed, her body willing him on, her mind screaming for him to stop. Luke let his fingers slip between her lips, his finger flicking gently across her little clit, drawing a muffled groan out. Coaxing that pearl of hers his other fingers dipped into her pussy, feeling her wetness. Smiling absently he bent forward, his crotch riding against her left thigh. “Now, now, little Kimmy, what’s all this,” emphasizing his point he tweaked her clit, causing her to moan loudly. “Hmm… no answer, well then… I’ll just have to do something about it then.” Using his free hand he grabbed her wrists, pulling her roughly over the bed more, clasping them tightly together, withdrawing his hand forlornly, Luke tugged his belt free, utilizing that to bind her arms together and then to the bed post. Kim writhed against her binding, and snaked her head back and forth, a few tears came to her eyes, but were quickly soaked up into the cotton of the blindfold. “Don’t be afraid sister. I heard somewhere, that you liked this.” Luke laughed. His hands pushed her robe up and over, letting it fall over her head, she shivered as the cold air grazed her heated flesh. Slowly she felt his fingertips trail down her spine leaving goose bumps in his wake. Kim groaned and bent her knees, exposing herself a little to him, knowing it was whorish of her but she wanted his fingers to touch her that way again, to feel them pump into her pussy. She wanted that, and hated it all in one. “Ah… so little Kimmy is a slut,” he let his hand glance over the round of her ass, then he gave it a subtle spank, sending sparks exploding inside of her, and wrenching an long groan from somewhere deep inside of her. Once again his hand came down. His free hand traced over the curve of her breast, finding her erect nipple. Ruthlessly he twisted it, getting pleasure out of watching her squirm under his fingers. Kim whimpered, and shook her ass a little, she was torn between disgust and passion, feeling the latter slowly winning the fight. Luke twisted her nipple again, then his hand came up, cupping her pussy, she felt her own wetness pool against his palm. Wiggling again she urged him to do more, the heat from his hand against her engorged lips was too intense for her to take. Without another sound he slapped her pussy. Repeatedly he jerked his palm back then up, letting the wet smack sink into her mind as the heat flared in her brain, dragging her to the edge of her conscious mind. Kim knew she shouldn’t be liking it but she couldn’t help herself. As his hand connected with her again, she let out a loud moan; the gag muffled it but caused it to sound deeper than it had been. She could feel Luke’s smug smile before she heard his breathless words, “Sis, tell me, tell me you want me…” she worked her mouth against the gag, but couldn’t choke out the words. Sensing her need, he fumbled a little, pulling the gag out of her mouth. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips then she groaned again, his hand started back on its reckless course of spanking her cunt, “Please, Luke, please…” and unable to resist, her hips started to push down every time his hand came up… “Please, who?” “Please, brother, fuck me,” she gasped, as his hot hand slipped into her slit, tugging at her delicate clit, “ I need to cum…” “Who would you cum for?” His hands shoved her thighs apart, then ripped open her pussy lips, his tongue darting fast into her, sipping her juices like a fine wine… Kim could only resolve herself into a heap of moans, her hips working fast against his mouth, each slurp of his tongue sent shards of pleasure coursing through her spine. And standing there on tiptoes at the end of his bed, she wanted nothing more than to release herself to him, to give herself over to the pleasure he drew forth from her like no other had. “I want to cum for you brother.” His wonderful little mouth, which just long ago she wanted to rip that cocky little grin from, parted from her cunt, leaving only cold air in it’s place, “Only me?” “ooohhhh, yes, yes. I want to cum only for you brother.” She felt the words rush out of her mouth, forcing her wobbly legs to part farther, lifting her ass up in offering, her sex gleaming in the moonlight that filled his bedroom. “Good, cunt.” And without another sound Luke dropped his pants, his erect cock wobbling for a moment, only a moment, before he drove it into her. Kim screamed. Her whole being was on edge, on fire. She felt herself jerk as her orgasm crashed down upon her. She let him ride her, her hips working as she took him in further and further, bringing him along with her, as she built herself up again. The second wave crashing over her, robbing her of her breathe. Luke’s voice chorused behind her, molding into her soft gasp. She felt his hot seed shoot into her, burning her. Then in what seemed like an instant from eternity it was done… Spent he flopped down his finger unlatching the belt that held her to his bed, and drew the blindfold from her eyes. Kim raised her head; sweat beading on her brow from exertion. She took in his glowing face, in his smile then bowed it again. Rising she ran from his room, horrified at what she had done. Two months after Kim had forgotten that night, her mind distracted on her homework. She didn’t want mom and dad to find out how low her Theology grades were. Sighing she tossed her notebook aside, sick of working. Looking in the vanity mirror she caught sight of him standing in the doorway. Gasping she spun around. “Well, cunt,” the name caused a ripple of unabashed pleasure to drift through her, and unwittingly she parted her thighs in her chair, “Your brother wants you.” She bowed her head, her fingers toying with a curl, and then she spread her legs wider, “Come take me brother. I am yours.” And truly she was, for she’d found no man after that night that could raise such a response in her body than his fingers could. Just goes to show you, your family truly does know more of what you need than anyone else does, or ever could.