****** Passion by Darius ******
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Passion


I looked down at my sister's jilting body, thrusting up to mine. Her name is
Stephie, and we were making love, in sync rhythm now, on a Saturday mid-night.
Her face was devoid of much expression with her eyes closed, except for the way
her mouth was partially open - it had been for a while. It decided how her
expression was, whether alluring, sad or effused. Right now I'm sure her tongue
and inner cheeks were glazed over with dried saliva, while also being
simultaneously covered with a fresh coat, over and over again. My mouth was
doing the same, only I closed mine now and again in our passion to gulp it back
and not drool on her. I don't know: maybe she'd like that, I grinned wickedly.
I met her thrusts automatically now, savoring each deep plunge into her hot,
gripping cunt. Trying to keep my pace while she takes me in stoically, so I
don't erupt too quick. Feeling in control I also start grunting with her,
stepping up speed on my thrusts and driving down harder.

Stephie mauls her young, jaunty tits with the action immediately below,
squeezing both hard around their bases and sliding her palms up to pinch her
reddened nips. I'd been grabbing her buttocks all the time, helping her thrust
harder and reached back down to her tush, as she approached another orgasm.
Instead of grunting she takes in a deep breath and begins guttural moaning. I
feel it against her stomach and ribcage, and I start grunting louder and longer
with her. Sweat is permatating our bodies as we slide faster and more freely
between each other. I grab her buttocks harder and thrust harder at a faster
pace. Forcefully ramming myself up her oven cunt; her whole body is like that,
smelling of sweat and sex like a minx. Our limbs and bulks sliding now, against
one another. I stick my tongue in her open mouth, surprising her, and taking
her out of her pleasure reverie. Stephie responds and tries biting it, not
hard, she gives me her tongue, and we French kiss rough and intimately,
savoring each other's taste as we continue at it proficiently, biting and
fighting with our entwined tongues. My cock gets more engorged, and I let go
and start feverishly gasping air as I separate from her mouth regretfully.
Sensing my orgasm she fucks me even faster, spreading her legs to either side
of us with each up thrust of her hips, and unlocking my calves with hers. A
well-lubed machine, she bucks like a engine. Soldered now to one another we
drive at our imminent climaxes.

Suddenly I thrust real hard and deep in her vast void - it seems - and I wrap
my thighs around hers and do short, jerking thrusts into her, staying deep, as
I let semen gush in spasms that send sheer pleasure-jolts and waves to my hot,
pulsing head back to my schlong and also to every nerve receptor throughout my
body. Stephie, soon after me, contorts her body against my jerking one in small
thrusts as she gives out a shrill cry, coming from her belly; quickly the rest
thereafter are smaller baritone groans of ecstasy as each wave thrashes her
body about in arching jerks. After I'm drained into the back of her cunt, I
keep humping her with my still hard penis, letting her ride hers out longer.
She greatly appreciates this and screams each time. After five more good humps
from her, we both collapse, utterly exhausted by the moment. My cock is still
buried in her, getting a little flaccid; I feel the cum starting to ooze from
her scorching well. I raise my head off from the pillow, next to hers, and kiss
the nape of her neck slowly. She raises her chin up and moans from her throat.
As I make my way up to her still parted mouth, I move my body up to suspend
over hers. My cock pops out of her clench-unclenching cunt and drips a mixture
of cum on her abdomen.

I begin to touch her lips with mine, like brushing a white canvas, I feel them
exciting. She smiles and locks onto my lower one with hers, and we chew each
other's lips in turn, moaning a bit.

She looks at me after our intense, brief kiss and blows breezes onto my neck
and chest.

"Cool off, tiger."

"Yeah," I said, sleepy-headed. "Hmmmmm, thanks."

She smiles contently up at me with her sweet face, her eyes also demure telling
me she's very happy inside. I slide across her to her left side, and she turns
on her side to cuddle. Our arms stretch and rest on each other's back, as we
feel the warm breath on our necks and torsos, still panting but relaxing. I
kiss her nose lightly, and she giggles, smiling, tilting her head till our
foreheads our touching. She closes her eyes, and I do the same; I hold her
tighter, closer.

"That was great."

"Mmmm, yeah," she said rasping and a little hoarse.

I laugh, "You made your throat hoarse!" Touching her nose with mine as I laugh
deep and heart-contented.

"Hahaha, yeah I did." She began laughing too, letting out a cough and clearing
her throat, then laughing some more with me. "Shhh, don't," and I kiss her
lips; she still smiling but instantly responding against mine.

We stopped kissing and settled in the bed to sleep cozy. My left hand went up
to her nape, and I soothingly massaged it. She cooed that it felt good and
purred softly against my chest. Soon we were drifting somber in the night.
Still clutching one another tightly, our breathing petering its labor as we
said, more inferred than spoke, we loved and cared for each other forever in
our room. It was our room now. Mom and dad were dead they had found out about
us a few days ago and were revolted by our love, our passion - seemingly
uncompromising in its scope for us. Much like they . . . I killed them - we
really. A day and no more could we stand it, and dad was about to throw me out,
since I am 18, and forbid me to see my sister Stephie again. Mom, to my horror,
iterating the same thing. We sneaked to talk to one another.

We agreed: we couldn't separate. Stephie thought she was pregnant and cried a
storm, while I held her, that she couldn't separate from me. I rigged their car
the next morning and they're two days gone. I had to, my sister is only 16,
unprotected; feeling so alone. I can feel her loneliness, as I hold her, just
as I know her passion when we simply look at one another, and not touch at all.
We'd moved a couple times and now I was on my side facing her, while she was
nestled in the ruffled sheets breathing slow, deep with a serene look on her
face. My hand touched down on the spot where she leaked out for a while, and I
instinctively reflexed by putting my hand on her belly - her mouth parted and
her face turned a euphoric expression of red - blushing.

She was beautiful. I leaned my shoulder on her left full, soft breast, pressing
its warm skin and loving its firm push . . . and just like it, set my lips
pressing against her left cheek - holding her other one in my hand.

In this vice she turned her head and sleepily placed her lips on mine ....
mouths staying touched . . . sharing our breath.

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