One hot summer night, I was fast asleep on the bed in the sunroom. The house was sweltering, making the sunroom a far cooler oasis than my bedroom upstairs. I’m a notoriously heavy sleeper, so when I heard the door creak open, I didn’t stir. My older brother slipped silently into the room and slid under the covers with me.
I awoke to the feeling of his strong hands gently massaging small circles down my bare back. He was rubbing slowly, sensually, his fingers moving over the curve of my ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. I didn’t let on that I was awake, but I could already feel a growing warmth and wetness between my legs. I shifted slightly in pretend sleep and let my thighs fall open just a little.
His hand immediately moved to cup my mound through my thin cotton panties. He rubbed his fingers over the fabric, feeling the dampness already gathering. I let out a soft, breathy moan and rolled my head to the side, trying to stifle it. God, his touch felt incredible. I wanted his fingers on my bare, aching skin.
My brother continued his sensual exploration, sliding his hand under the leg band of my panties. He parted my swollen, slick folds and slowly, teasingly circled my throbbing clit with the pad of his finger. I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out. I didn’t want him to know I was awake yet, wanted to see how far he’d go.
He eased one long finger inside my tight, wet channel, pumping it in and out. The sensation was electric, stoking the fire building in my core. He pulled away only to slip my panties down over my hips and legs, leaving them tangled around one ankle.
Then he positioned himself between my spread thighs and brought his hot mouth to my dripping sex. “Mmm,” he groaned against my flesh before lapping slowly at my folds, delving his tongue inside to taste me. I rocked my hips shamelessly against his questing mouth, smearing my juices across his lips and chin.
He sucked my engorged clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, at the same time plunging two thick fingers knuckle-deep in my clenching pussy, pumping steadily. I was panting and grinding myself on his face, coating him with my arousal. The dual stimulation was too much to take.
“Ah, fuck!” I cried out, unable to hold back. My pussy spasmed and gushed, coating his tongue and chin with my release. He lapped it all up greedily, not stopping his ministrations until I collapsed back onto the bed, spent.
Breathing hard, I came back to myself slowly. My brother trailed open-mouthed kisses up my quivering stomach and paused to tease the undersides of my heavy breasts, drawing a desperate whimper from my throat. Finally he took my sensitive nipples into his hot mouth, suckling and flicking them with his tongue as he continued to slowly thrust his fingers in my sensitive passage.
“Oh god, yes,” I gasped, arching into his touch. “More, please…”
He released my nipple with a wet pop and moved to cover my body with his own, the hard ridge of his erection pressing along my inner thigh. Hooking my knees over his hips, he notched the broad head of his cock at my entrance and pushed forward, sinking into my tight heat inch by incredible inch.
“Oh fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned as my walls stretched around him, squeezing and pulling him deeper.
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, urging him on as he started to move. His thick cock slid out and back into my soaked channel again and again, stoking the flames of my desire. I could feel every ridge and vein as he filled me so full and deep.
Gripping his shoulders, I pulled him down into a filthy kiss, our tongues tangling feverishly. “Harder,” I moaned into his mouth, my voice ragged. “Fuck me harder. I can’t believe we’re really doing this…”
He sped up his thrusts, pounding into my pussy with abandon. The lewd slap of skin on skin filled the room along with our harsh panting and needy moans. He grunted and cursed, his hips snapping against mine furiously.
I could feel my release building again, my core tightening. “Yes, yes, just like that! I’m gonna come, oh fuck I’m coming!”
My pussy clamped down hard on his pistoning cock as I peaked, my back arching clean off the bed. With one last powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and pulsed spurt after spurt of his hot seed deep inside me.
Totally spent, he collapsed on top of me, our sweat-slicked bodies still entwined. We lay there, trying to catch our breath, neither of us speaking. After a long moment, he carefully pulled out of me and rolled to the side, pulling the quilt up over us.
I kept my eyes closed, listening to his breathing slow. Eventually, he slipped out of the bed and padded out of the room, not saying a word. I knew he’d be back though.
He came to me every night that summer, and we fucked hot and heavy, not speaking of it in the daylight. It was our delicious secret, illicit and forbidden. But oh, how I looked forward to it every night, my body aching for his touch.
I may have started out as a heavy sleeper, but my brother’s talented hands and mouth made sure I was always awake for him after that first night. And that was just the beginning of our long, hot summer of debauched passion…