She'd been in her bed perhaps five minutes, heart thumping madly behind the apple of her left tit, when Amy heard the knock at her door. "C-c-come in," she said, and the door opened slowly. It was Alex, and he was still wearing his silk robe with drying cum splotches noticeable here and there.
"I-I – uh," he began. Amy waved him closer.
"Come closer," she told him. "I can hardly hear you."
He closed the door carefully behind him and approached her bed with uncertain steps. Amy's heart was still beating rapidly and there was a smashing in her ears, as if a mighty wind was blowing all around her head.
"I just wanted to tell you…"
She threw aside the sheet. Her naked golden body was displayed before him, lying upon bedclothes of soft baby pink, and her auburn hair fanned out on each side of her head. There was a tightness in Amy's chest and she didn't have to look to know that her nipples were stiff and fucked, surrounded by little goose pimples. Her armpits seemed moist, in spite of the deodorant and baby powder she'd used on herself. "It's funny," she said in a faraway voice. "When I came home today I had a problem that seemed unsolvable. But now I don't think it's any problem at all."
"What are you talking about?" His eyes ranged up and down her.
"Sit," Amy invited, making room on the side of the bed. He settled tensely, nervously, as if he were about to park his ass on a stack of egg cartons. Amy took his hand. "It's Steve," she said. "He wants me to do it with him. You know? Ball him? And… well, sure, I think I'm ready to do it, but I wasn't sure that I ought to do it with him. I'm still a virgin, Alex, and I didn't want to throw that away just because he gets some horny urges. I wanted it to be special – to mean something. Does that sound silly and romantic?"
He started to nod, then shook his head no. Amy smiled and went on. "But downstairs a little while ago, after you tried to make a fool out of me and got fooled yourself, darling Alex, I realized what it was that I needed. I realized what would make it special for me." She sat up, rubbing his arm with her hard, ripe tits. Her lips sought his cheek. "Kiss me again."
He had little choice. Amy was already covering his mouth with her own. His lips were damp and warm, and her tongue stabbed between them, into Alex's mouth. Amy's eyes were open, and she saw his widen in surprise, then go shut as he began to suck her tongue with a surprisingly deft touch. Amy pushed against his lips and she put her arms around him. He turned his upper body and silk rubbed her nipples. The caress had an almost electric sense of urgency and she held him tighter. Slowly his arms came up to surround Amy, the one encompassing her at the shoulders, the other lower, fingers dropped down to rest lightly on the swell of her ass.
She worked her thigh over his leg and into his crotch so that she could touch his cock once again, and Amy wasn't disappointed. She knew as soon as her leg brushed him that he'd taken off his shorts, for the staff of his prick was loose inside the robe. Whether it was the thought of kissing her or the insistent back-and-forth motion of her leg, Alex's cock lifted almost at once, hardening, rising, the lower part of his robe tenting out again. Amy removed her lips with a smack and she allowed one hand to fall into his lap.
"Amy, this is crazy," he protested feebly. "You don't know what you're doing… what you're asking me to do…"
"Of course I know. I'm asking you to fuck me, and I'm getting you all ready to do it! God, are you, ready! Do you always get so hard, Alex darling?"
He struggled a moment more, and then Amy stared into his eyes; they weakened, surrendered. Alex put one hand on each of her bare breasts and he squeezed them, her nipples hot and stiff in his palms. Amy purred, her tits vibrating as he fondled them, and she knew that he was lost.
Oh, God, now that it was happening, it seemed so obvious, so inevitable! As if her whole life had had no other purpose than to bring her to this very moment – in bed with her twin, ready to lose her virginity with him. She covered his hand-squeezing hands with her own, and she helped him knead the tender mounds, sighing when the delicious agony was too much to bear in silence. "Oh-oh-oh," she moaned, her face scarcely an inch from his. Amy could smell her own sexy musk, mingled with Midnight Desire.
"Have you ever done it with a girl?" she asked breathlessly, grinding his fists down on her boobs so roughly that tears sprang into her doe eyes. He dated a good bit, though currently he was a little more into motorcycles; he had no steady girl, however, and she wondered if he might be as innocent as she was. And would that be good or bad?
"A few times," he confessed, leaning in close to nibble her jaw. She felt his softly gnawing teeth and she made a choked sound of acceptance. Her cunt was so wet she had a moment's fear that she'd pissed herself in excitement. But it wasn't urine. Definitely not. The smell of her pussy juices, flowing with unprecedented abundance, was so strong her head swam.
"Good," she whispered, "because you can show me how to do it right. Won't you do that for me, Alex?"
He pried one hand from her tit and let his fingers wander down her belly, into the silken hairs of her pubes. One finger traced the line of her gash, strumming up and down the female ravine, and she was humping herself at him. Trying to shove that finger into the jackpot of her pussy, to suck him home with the cleverly twitching cuntal muscles that were already beginning to snap and bite.
"God, yes," he told her excitedly, "God, yes!"
How, Amy wondered as he laid her down, could she ever have considered allowing anyone else to take her virginity? His hands were so firm, yet gentle too, as they fondled every curve and contour of her body. She could look into his eyes and see a love, a concern – for her as a person, as his sister, not just as a piece of ass – that caused her heart to swell and pound like crazy.
When she was stretched out, tits heaving with desire, legs twitching in frantic anticipation, Alex got up and stood by the bed. Amy brushed her hair out of her face as he untied his robe and flung it aside, his cock wobbling majestically. God, he had a beautiful body! Wide shoulders tapering to narrow waist and hips, long strong legs, and between those legs a cock risen up big and hard, risen up for her. "Oh, Alex," she said, as he dropped the silk robe to the floor. "You're too much!"
He joined her on the bed. "You're not exactly the Wicked Witch of the West yourself, Peanut." Somehow it seemed weird that he should be calling her by that silly nickname at this moment, but it was right, too, decided Amy. "Peanut" was their link with the past, with what they'd been to each other as brother and sister. And shortly, she knew, they'd mean something else to each other – something she hoped neither of them would ever regret.
"What do you like best about me?" she asked coyly, fondling his head. She didn't care for guys who wore their hair really long, like down to the shoulders, and she was glad Alex kept his trimmed neatly.
"I like this," he said, kissing her mouth for what seemed an eternity. "And this is cute too," his lips moving to her chin. "And here." Down the neck. "These are dynamite, Peanut," he added, his tongue making circles around her pert nipples. "But what's the far-out taste? Reminds me of jasmine."
"You ought to know," Amy giggled. "You bought it for me one Christmas. Midnight Desire?"
"It isn't midnight yet."
"Does that matter?"
Alex grinned, leaning up to kiss her mouth again. Then, cupping her breasts from beneath, he gave each pap a prolonged sucking that left Amy weak in delirious approval. "Oooohhh, suck them! Suck them! Suck my titties, please!" she squealed, clawing his shoulders.
He did, but he couldn't give them all his attention. Long before Amy was ready for him to stop Alex was using one hand in her crotch and his lips bade farewell to Amy's teats. Down her ribcage they stole, with licks and kisses, onto her smooth olden tummy. His tongue circled inside her navel, lapping the droplets of Midnight Desire she'd anointed herself with there – God, she thought, I knew he was coming! Even then, I knew! Once it started, downstairs, there was no turning back. It had to come to this. And she was so damned glad it had!
"Will you eat my pussy too, Alex?" she asked excitedly as his tongue played in the curls of her beaver. He didn't bother answering, for his fingers had pried open her tight gash and he was already moving his face down, his tongue making a circuit of her pubic bulge. It was like being tickled with a feather, Amy decided. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry or scream or… or what!
"Careful!" she giggled. "I'm still under warranty!"
His fingers were rough in their usage of her cunt, but the warning cry reminded him, and his frenzied prying switched almost immediately to a friendly kind of persuasion. Amy sighed in delight, spreading her legs a little wider to give him workspace. She remembered how his tongue had snaked around in her mouth, and she hoped that Alex could show her pussy what snaking was all about.
"My God!" she screamed suddenly, just as his tongue located her clitoris. He licked her bud, he kissed it, and then he took it between his lips and sucked it, the way she would suckle a cock – the way she would, by God, suck his cock as soon as she could get it within gunshot of her mouth!!
"Ahhhh," she moaned over and over, her cries using and dropping in pitch with the beating of her heart and the throbbing of her cunt. "AaaaahhhhaaaahhhhAAAAHHHHH!" and her love button was in his mouth and she had her pussy smashed against his face and she hoped to God that he liked the taste of cunt juice because he was sure getting a mouthful of it right now. She could feel his face squishing in her wet twat and she couldn't stop gushing her female jism because it felt so Goddamned good and her pussy was out of control. Totally out of fucking control, oh God why didn't he fuck her why did he keep her hanging on like this she was coming. She was ready, she was as ready as she'd ever be more ready maybe. Oh yeah it was gonna be okay she knew it would be beautiful for her she knew she was right to have waited this long. Steve could never give her what Alex was going to give her, he was her brother they'd shared a womb together who else had as much right to give it to her the very first time. Flesh of one flesh blood of one blood like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle almost like fucking her own mirror age… "Oh God damn it!" she screamed. "Why are you making me wait? I'm coming! Can't you feel it? Can't you taste it? Alex, for God's sake screw me!"
And still he lapped and suckled and kissed and tongued, his tongue flitting in and out of her pussy, her clit popping into his mouth, his chin rubbing the swollen raw lips of her twat. She wondered if fucking could even hold a candle to the emotions that were flooding her body right now, as her brother ate her to the most glorious come of her entire life.
She sprawled a leg around his neck, at the same time thrusting her juicing twat up into his face, and she hoped he could hold his breath well because otherwise she was going to drown him in her succulent snatch.
"Oh, come on and fuck me!" she squealed. "I've never be any readier than I am right now!!"
His lips were ringed with a wet mustache of cunt juice when Alex finally raised his face from her, and she watched giggling as he cleaned his lips with a slick tongue. Amy sighed and moaned, her tits heaving as her body convulsed in ecstasy, and she reached for him with both hands, inviting him to mount her, to take her.
Instead he bruised her mouth with still another kiss, and she could taste her pussy on his lips. Her tongue stabbed into his mouth, sopping up the erotic fragrance, and the Messenger twins rolled and twisted together on the bed, hands roving and exploring one another's sweat-soaked frames, his cock bumping her in the tummy every now and then.
Amy worked a hand between their bodies and she seized his cock, wrenching it so fiercely he cried out in pain, but still she handled him, knowing that even if she broke him off at the fucking root, she'd have that tool in her soon, come hell or high water.
He spread her legs and he roared up between them on his knees, ass propped on his heels. His cock stuck up like a flagpole and Amy couldn't keep her hands off it, even while he was arranging her for the most comfortable penetration. How could he ever bend that stiff cock down far enough to get it into her pussy? she wondered, her hands full of his slender spear.
He raised her ass from the bed, stuffing both her pillows underneath, lifting her for a clean, convenient entry. She wiggled round till she was comfy, and her pussy gaped open. Alex touched the pink gash, working his fingers in and out the mouth of her fuck hole, and then he steered his rampant cock downward, straight for Amy's vagina. She saw it bending in her direction – despite her fears, he seemed to have no problem aiming for her cunt – and she made her hips jerk an invitation. "Oh, don't waste time!! I want to be fucked right now!! Can't you see I'm dying for it?"
"You're not the only one, Peanut," he grinned, touching her at last with the arrowhead point of his dong.
Amy squealed at the contact. Dry-humping had been her only penile-vaginal experience up to now, and this was nothing at all like dry-humping. There was something incredibly virile about the bulging knob of his dick kissing and stroking the wet mouth of Amy's itching cunt, and she wished it were over and done with, that he was buried in her to the hilt and humping for all he was worth. The buildup was Goddamn killing her!
"It's gonna hun," Alex warned. "If you've still got your cherry, there'll be some pain and maybe some blood tool God, Amy, are you sure you want to do it?"
"Damn it, fuck me!!" Amy was almost beside herself with desire now. Mary Beth and Connie might disagree on the moral situations in which fucking should take place, but one thing they agreed on – the act itself was incredible, dynamite, fantastic. And now, closer to getting it than she'd ever been before, Amy knew that they were right. "To hell with the pain and the blood!"
Her ass bucked and wiggled again, pussy slit rubbing up and down on the pressing tip of his cock the way a hungry cat weaves around the legs of its human. She pleaded with her hands, her eyes, and her lips. "Now, Alex, now!!"
"If it's what you want, Peanut."
"Yes, Goddamn it, yesssss!!"
He took his cock in hand once more and caressed her twat with its purple arrowhead knob, until he was liberally coated in the sticky juices that flowed from Amy's hole. His touch was ticklish and she couldn't keep from giggling. She felt alternate chills and hot flashes, as if she were being rubbed on the spine first with an ice cube, then with a smoldering cigarette. She couldn't lie still. Her ass was afire, her heels itching. She wiggled her bottom on the pillow in a vain effort to quench some of that fire, and she pushed herself a little closer to her brother's prong.
"Hang onto your hat, Amy," he warned. "You've got the sweetest, cutest cunt I've ever seen, and once I get in you, I don't know if I'll ever want to come out."
"Promises, promises!" she jeered.
He steadied his dick with one hand, using the fingers of his other hand to split her tight, wet, clinging pussy lips. Wet as they were, sticky as the juice had made them, they still spread for him, though it took effort and Amy chewed her lip, enduring the necessary roughness it took to open her up.
"Ohhhh… now!" she squealed as the tip of his dong made a partial penetration. The point of Alex's arrowhead was just caught in the tight, sucking mouth of her pussy, and Amy felt so widely split she wondered if her eyes wouldn't pop out of her head. "Ohhhh!!" she moaned, not at all certain if she could stand to take any more of him. Her pussy was naturally snug and virginally tight, and even the very tip of Alex's penis felt as big as a fence post.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"You do and I'll claw your fucking eyes out!"
"Okay, Peanut, here goes."
He pushed gently, wedging a little more of his cockhead in her. Amy screamed and grabbed at her tits, which felt as if they were swelling, swelling, ready to bunt like over inflated balloons.
But somehow her hands seemed to quench some of her cuntal discomfort, and as she stroked and petted herself, reassurance returned to her mind and body. "Go ahead," she told him. "I think I'm ready for more."
He gave her a little more, and she wanted to scream again, but her senses – what was left of them – told her that Alex might easily mistake a scream of pained acceptance for a scream of pained refusal. Amy bit her lip and stifled the impulse. She'd already gone too far to turn back – as if she even wanted to turn back. She would be fucked, and it would be something memorable, special, a fitting way to surrender her virginity.
"More," she gasped. "Give me more!"
A little more, and she was certain that he'd torn her pussy to hell and gone. And Alex wasn't as thick-tooled as Steve, either. God almighty – how would Steve feel, fucking her like this? She was glad she'd turned him down, glad she'd waited. Alex would never hurt her, never abuse her. He'd fuck her with a brother's love.
"Aaaggghhh!!" Amy screamed, unable to contain the need to cry aloud. Alex was head-deep in her, and she felt his rod bumping the fragile membrane of her cherry. Fragile? God, could he bust her, even with his hard strong dick? The very presence of him there, tap-tap-tapping her hymen, was enough to send her out of her skull with fright and dread, and she could feel her maidenhead hardening as if in protest of his attack.
He started to withdraw, and Amy screamed again, as loud as before. What's wrong with me? she asked herself. It hurts – Jesus Christ, it hurts! But I don't want him to pull it out of me. I don't want him to stop! "Don't," she commanded. "You said it was supposed to hurt a little."
"Oh, Peanut, I don't want it to hurt at all. Not for you."
"Screw me," she whispered. "Take the cunt and let the moral go. Okay?" Her eyes were throbbing, and there was a gut-wrenching tightness in her belly, but she feared that this moment, once lost, might never be regained. She couldn't bear that prospect.
"Go ahead, Alex… we're alone in the house. There's no one to hear me scream except you. Oh, Alex, fuck me. Please!! FUUUUCCCKKK MEEEE!!!" This time her scream was even louder, more piercing, and she writhed in a frenzy, trying to draw him further up her cunt by the power of her muscles.
"I love you, Peanut," he told her. "Remember. You're my little sister and I love the hell out of you. Even when it hurts, I still love you."
"I'm eleven minutes older than you are," she reminded him, "and why don't you get cracking? Or busting, or popping, or whatever the hell guys like to call it? Come on, Alex I want to become a woman, and you're making me wait??"
"If it's what you want," he said, pushing. Amy jerked but she wouldn't allow herself to scream again. Not the way she'd done before. There was too much at stake. She moaned, but it was a soft, muted moan, and her hands squeezed again at the rounded curves of her tits, and she let her bottom dance around the pecker that already had her partially impaled. "Give it to me," she whispered silkily. "Peanut needs some fucking."