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I opened my eyes, the morning after the most fulfilling night of my life, to my brother’s face in profile above me. Early morning sunlight was filling the room with its bright glow, highlighting the curves and lines of Michael’s face. We were lying on the floor, in the same place we had spent the night fucking each other’s brains out. He was flat on his back, unmoved, but I had slipped off him at some point and now lay facing his right side. I cuddled up against him, pressing my bare flesh to his, pillowing my head on my left arm as it stretched above me but keeping my eyes open, so that I could watch him sleep. Our love juices had dried on my legs and the feeling of the slight tightness there was a delicious reminder of how terribly naughty we’d been. My cunt ached too, deeply, but not agonizingly, just a beautiful deep pain I had only felt once before, a feeling that let me know I had been completely sated. I snuggled tighter to him, buried my nose in his chest and inhaled deeply. His scent filled my nose, his smell, my smell and the smell of our lovemaking. It was enough for me to go back to last night, to revisit every şişli escort bayan action, every unthinkable and perfect deed. How it felt when Michael was pounding into me, thrusting so hard and fast that I couldn’t tell when he was in me or out. When we had lain there, barely moving and he teased me with his cock, pushing so far in and staying there so that I felt very full, so complete, stretched and loved, then pulling out so only the tip of his head penetrated my folds and waiting again, until I almost cried out with the longing and desire to be full of him again. When I rode him, letting him caress my tits, as I milked him with my pussy muscles until the end. When he finally spewed his life-giving seed deep into my womb and I whispered into his ear, swearing I would never let him out of me again. Thinking about that promise made me sad because despite the obvious silliness and impracticality of those words, I actually had meant them. But sometime during the night, I’d let him fall and disjoined us from what had been so special. I’d let him down, some small corner of my mind was whispering to me. But then… mecidiyeköy escort bayan The rest of the memories had also moved me, excited me, provoked me. The feeling between my legs had changed. The pain of a good fuck, fading to the heat of wanting more. I had thought myself sated, satisfied beyond belief and more than I ever had been before, but this made me realize that for him, for my brother Michael, I would never be satisfied, never get enough of him. For this man, I would always be ready, always wanting more, always willing to give him my all, as long as he gave me his. My questing hand found his dick, smaller than when I first had it, but warm and firm to the touch. I laid my head on Michael’s chest, listening to him breathe, to his heart beat its rhythm, and carefully, oh so carefully so as not to disturb him, I began stroking him, urging him to fullness. I moved slowly, coaxing him to grow hard, running my fingers along his length and around the head while I carefully kissed his chest. I squeezed gently, rubbed the foreskin around the tip and luxuriated, as I felt his pulse grow to fill escort şişli my hand. When I finally felt he was hard enough, I swung a leg over him and carefully guided him inside. I was sore, more so than I thought, and I knew rough sex would be out of the question, but I didn’t care then. It was just so good to feel him inside me, where he belonged and that was all I cared about. I hadn’t managed to bring him to full erection But, as I contracted my pussy around him I felt him grow inside me, an effect that brought me such sudden pleasure I forgot everything else. I straightened my back, stretched my head to the ceiling and pressed my hips down into him in an effort to get as much of him inside me as possible. When I finally felt him swell to his full girth, Michael opened his eyes and we shared a smile. So much passed between us in that look. I had been nervous, worried that he might not feel what I had felt in the night, that he would wake up and declare it all a huge mistake, say that we should never talk about it again and then leave. That last part was the worst. I could have lived, maybe, with not being able to do this again, with having to put my desires on hold, sit down and conform. I could have done that, but not if it meant my brother leaving. I had never felt so close to anyone and the thought of losing that relationship would have left me a broken down wreck. I needn’t have worried.
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