“See what’s making you shift positions.”
“I don’t know Lisa.”
I couldn’t understand why my brother was so hesitant. His raging hard on showed how much he wanted me. I could see it in his eyes, in the way his breathing was deepened. Perhaps he still needed more coaxing in spite of his obvious desire. "No problem, I can play the game." I thought to myself.
“I’m just playing Brad. Just turn over and I’ll massage you from the front.”
“Lisa I can’t, I’m not wearing anything.”
I shifted in front of him showing him my own nakedness. Then I started to spin brilliant. I reached over to the pillow and pulled the case off.
“Alright you baby. Flip yourself over and you can use this to cover yourself.”
“Uhh.”
He was speechless because he knew I had him. There was no reason for him not to turn over now, except that he wanted to pretend he didn’t have an erection. We both knew he was hard, but I would go along with the charade if it got me what I wanted.
He unwillingly snatched the pillowcase from my hand and told me to turn around again. I rolled my eyes and turned my head. When I looked back he had turned over and tucked the pillow case under his hips making his tool lay flat against his stomach.
I licked my lips and then went to work. I grabbed the vial of oil and took my time pouring little drops over his chest. I sat next to him and started to massage again. I took my time starting with his neck and moved down his shoulders.
The heady aroma of the oil helped to ease him, and he eventually relaxed into my touch again. I quickly got up and threw my leg across him. Now I was straddled across him. My naked pussy spread over his stomach, just a mere inch or two from the thing that I wanted most.
“What the…”
“It’s easier from this position.”
I continued my massage as if nothing was going on. My brother was shifting again and again. He was losing control; I had him right where I wanted him. I sat down for a moment, resting myself against his cloth covered cock. I felt his member twitch against me. Yet still nothing, he made no move to kiss me, no move to take me. I continued massaging down his chest and then I moved from off of him. I kept massaging lower and lower until I reached the top of the tightly tucked pillowcase. This was the moment of truth because I was about to make my big move.
I slid my hand under the pillowcase and took his cock in my hand. As I did he groaned with pleasure. I still couldn’t see it, but I could feel the thickness of it. I closed my eyes as I moved up and down the shaft feeling its long length. It pulsed in my hand and I could feel the strength of my brother’s tool. I felt the lips of my pussy quiver in anticipation of being filled with it. I reached my other hand around and finally pulled the pillowcase back. I was overcome. His cock was so beautiful; long and thick with the promise of great pleasure. Without even thinking I bent down and wrapped my lips around it. I started sucking with abandon, losing myself in it. One hand moved up and down his shaft to cover the length that my mouth couldn’t reach while the other moved over the smooth skin of his balls which I would soon taste.
My brother’s pelvis was moving up and down in time with my strokes. I could hear subtle moans coming from him and when I turned to look at his face I saw that his eyes were tightly closed. In that moment I realized he was probably imagining I was someone else. He was taking the pleasure and when he came it would be over. My brother wouldn’t touch me or love me the way I wanted. And his conscience would remain clear because he never made a move on me.
I could taste a little of his sweet pre-cum seeping out of the tip and with his labored breathing I knew he would cum soon. I wanted to taste his load so badly; I could almost feel the warm liquid coursing down my throat. But I abruptly stopped and pulled away from him. If my plan worked I would get to taste all the cum I wanted.
I saw his eyes shoot open as I lay back on the bed. If he wanted to cum he would have to make the next move, he would have to actively become part of this. The question is will my brother touch me, or is he so hung up about me being his sister that he would run to the bathroom to finish himself off?
As I lay on the bed I closed my eyes and hoped to feel his response. |