The walk to my room was a turn-on in itself. Lonnie could not seem to keep his hands off me. All the places that had been sexually warmed by the dance with my father were now burning from the touch of my brother. When his hand found my dripping crotch from behind as we climbed the stairs, I had to firmly grip the banister in order not to fall from the thrill that ran through my body. There was no doubt that I was in need of quick relief for my fevered being.
As soon as we entered my room and closed the door, we fell into each other's arms and began passionately kissing. His hands were running up and down my back, and I could feel his jean-covered cock pressing hard against my panty-clad cunt. I wanted very much for both of us to be naked, so I attacked the fasteners and zipper of his clothing. I found that I was fumbling in my agitated state, so instead, I stepped away from him, and pulled my own gown over my head and tossed it blindly into some far corner of my room.
Lonnie was just as rapidly shedding his own clothes. I couldn't help but notice what a fine build my brother had. His love of athletics kept his muscles well-toned. But the best part of him was his mighty, manly prick. Once his pants and jockey shorts were puddled around his ankles, that wonderful pleasure object appeared in all its splendor. It pointed straight at the ceiling, ready for anyplace I wanted to put it.
I peeled the soaking panties from my body, waited for a moment while he stepped from his discarded garments, and rushed back into his arms. Again we held each other tight, and resumed our tongue-fucking kiss. The only movement was the slight friction of our sexual parts against one another's. I wanted desperately to have his beautiful cock stuck deep into my cunt, but I held back, knowing that that special place was earmarked for Daddy's generously sized member.
My brother maneuvered me to the foot of the bed and gave the slightest shove. I toppled back upon the bed, and was quickly covered by Lonnie. Soon, his mouth and tongue began replacing his hands as the primary pleasure-givers. He was licking and sucking, and even gently biting my swollen nipples, while his hands skillfully kneaded the softer tit-flesh. My fevered pussy was also crying out for attention, and since his hands and mouth were quite busy, I took his throbbing prick and rubbed it up and down inside my steamy, slick cunt slit.
Almost immediately, the initial tremors of orgasm began to mount in me. I concentrated his swollen cockhead on the bursting nub of my clit. Right away I was out of control. The pushing, slamming, and sliding motion of his prick against my most sensitive organ was rapidly bringing on the physical onslaught of my climax.
"Oh wow! Oh wow! I'm coming already! Suck my tits! Bite them! Fuck my clit with your beautiful prick! I'm coming!" I screamed.
I don't know if Mai or my father heard my bloodcurdling yell, but at that body-spasming moment, I couldn't care less.
When I recovered my senses, I realized that Lonnie was trying to work his prick between my puffy cunt lips and into my still-convulsing vagina. Still feeling terribly horny, even though I had just orgasmed, I was almost tempted to let him continue until he finally owned my cherry. It was more than with a little bit of sorrow that I had to refuse his entry.
"Oh, Lonnie, please don't do that," I pleaded, trying to turn my body away and close my legs. "I want to save it for someone else."
"Come on, Lana, you know you'll enjoy it. What is the big deal about who goes first? I'll be gentle, I promise," he said.
"No, Lonnie! That is my final word on the subject. I'll let you fuck me someday. You know I love your big, hard cock. Just have a little patience. Okay?" I replied, not wanting to totally reject him.
He rolled off my body, turned onto his stomach, and began to sulk. I didn't want our sex session to end so quickly and on this kind of negative note.
"Listen to me, Brother dear," I said, an idea taking shape in my mind, "remember when Mai and I had to torture you to go along with us in taking care of Mother? Did you like the feeling of having those things put up your asshole?"
My question appeared to have a positive effect on him. He turned on his side, then thought for a second. His cock, which had begun to shrink after my rejection, was once again coming back to life.
"Yes, I remember. What is it to you?" he shot back, still in the throes of his little-boy tantrum.
"I don't know," I answered, "it's just that I really enjoyed watching it happen."
"It hurt in the beginning," he said, "but after they were in for a while, I kind of liked the way they felt. As a matter of fact, if I didn't have that damn cock-ring on, I probably would have come as soon as I began feeling comfortable with it inside of me. What does that have to do with what is happening or, to be more precise, what is not happening?"
"Well, since that first night, when you put your finger inside my asshole, I've yearned to take something larger. If you are up to it, and I can see you are, why don't you fuck me in the ass instead of my pussy?" I asked, seeing his eyes immediately light up at my suggestion.
"Do you really mean it?" he questioned, not able to hide the glee in his voice.
Instead of giving him an answer, I rolled to my knees, turned my ass in his direction, and pulled my buttocks apart, giving him an unobstructed view of my asshole. Just thinking about what was going to happen was turning my body into jelly. And listening to Lonnie maneuvering to get into position told me that he, too, was being overpowered by the desire to try a new sexual endeavor.
I could feel the bed move as he crawled between my legs. While he was trying to find the most comfortable position to begin his assault, his swinging cock and balls were making exquisite contact between my thighs. Finally, he had himself lined up and was guiding his swollen cockhead to my puckered porthole. That first touch was electric. But, almost immediately, I realized it was going to be a chore to get such a large object into so tight a space. I let him try to work it in for a few moments, but eventually, I had to pull away because it was beginning to hurt. It was quite depressing to find out that not even this fantasy was likely to be made a reality.
"Stop, Lonnie!" I commanded. "It hurts too much. I guess we're going to have to forget about it."
"Hold it just the way you are for a minute. I have an idea. Let me give it a try," he said.
Since I really wanted that beautiful cock inside me, I kept my position, and allowed him to have a go at what he had in mind. Still holding my ass cheeks far apart, I almost jumped when I felt his hand upon the heated tissue of my sopping cunt. It was obvious that he was trying to get me in the mood again. I had to admit, he was on the right track. He touched and caressed my cunt, working his way closer and closer to my resurgent clitoris. I thought, at first, that he had forgotten about the original mission, and, instead, was going to give me the more traditional finger-fuck.
I was wrong. While one hand continued to massage my little joy button, I felt an entirely new sensation in the deep center of my ass… Lonnie was using his tongue on me. He started with long, wet strokes, beginning at the top of my crack and ending at that small piece of skin that bridged my two holes. Every time his wonderful tongue touched the sensitive anal flesh, I twinged with erotic delight. I wanted him to give his total concentration to that puckered little hole, and, thankfully, I was getting my wish.
When he began flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, I was raised to the next level of pleasure. All the feelings that were usually reserved for the stimulation of my pussy seemed to have been transferred to the pink flesh of my nether hole.
"Lonnie, Lonnie, Lonnie, don't stop! It feels sooo great!" I cried, ecstatic with his lingual technique.
But the best was yet to come. After poking furiously with his tongue for a few wonderful minutes, he stiffened his pleasure-giving tongue and tried to drive it through the heavily muscled ring. Like magic, I felt my tiny hole begin to relax and open for his thrusting tongue. I could feel him forcing in gobs of his slick saliva. It was then that I realized what his ass-eating was trying to accomplish.
Lonnie continued in this vein for a while before replacing that marvelous organ with a slick finger. At first, I missed the sensation of the hot, darting tongue, but when his finger slid effortlessly into me, I forgot it. Lonnie stroked it in and out, getting my hungry hips to meet his incoming thrusts. When he slipped in a second finger, I was amazed that there was none of the pain that I had experienced when he had tried to gain entry with his huge, swollen prick. I could have had this go on indefinitely, but that was not going to be the case. My brother had other ideas in mind.
And now that I was totally lubricated and relaxed, not to mention highly aroused, he was ready to try to ass-fuck me again. My brother was proving to be a very considerate lover.
Once more I could feel him bring himself into position. The big difference, this time, was that he didn't immediately go right for my asshole. Instead, he took his ready cock in his hand and began lubricating its entire length by continuously running it through the puddles of sex juice that had accumulated in my cunt slit. Every time he made contact with my clit, my hips involuntarily backed closer to him in invitation. If I was ever going to be ready, this was the time.
Both Lonnie's cock and my asshole were well-lubed. He brought the head of his monstrous organ back into line, causing me to flinch when it made contact with my ultra-sensitive nether flesh. Then he pushed. The pain that I had encountered earlier returned, but before I could pull away, he shoved his hips forward and entered me. I could tell that only his thick mushroomed-head was inside, but, somehow, I knew the most difficult part was over.
Lonnie didn't attempt to start fucking me right away. Instead, he let me get used to the new feeling of fullness, and to wait and see if the pain was going to lessen. What I didn't know, of course, was that he was fighting to control the timing of his orgasm. Not only did he want it to be memorable for him, but for me, too.
Amazingly, the pain soon disappeared. I wiggled my hips slightly, giving him the go-ahead to continue his journey through my virgin asshole. And continue, he did. Inch by slow-moving inch, he pushed his way in until his thick cock was totally sheathed in my hot, back-door hole.
Lonnie's cock was splitting me apart, beautifully. The feeling of absolute fullness was one of the most enjoyable sensations I had ever experienced. If it was like this in my asshole, I could only imagine how it was going to feel when I had a cock deep inside my steamy little pussy.
Just like when he first sliced his way through the outer ring of my asshole, he stopped all motion and rested. As a matter of fact, it was me who resumed my first, thrilling ass-fuck. I pulled away from him slightly, allowing his rock-hard staff to withdraw halfway out. Once reaching this position, I momentarily stopped before pushing my ass back and reseating him again to the hilt. I continued doing this until Lonnie began picking up my slow rhythm and thrusting ahead, meeting me halfway.
The slow stroking soon began to increase as both of our bodies needed the release that only the rapid frictioning would cause. With one hand on top of my head to maintain my position, Lonnie used his other hand to tweak my clit to the same ass-fucking tempo. Before I ever began to notice the first signs of my climax, I already knew it was going to be the best one of my short sexual life. I could feel his swinging, cum-laden balls striking at the hanging lips of my pussy as he really began to fuck me in earnest.
I wanted to scream out my pleasure, but refrained, knowing the possible consequences. Lonnie's breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps as his powerful cock-strokes got faster and faster.
"Oh, Lana, your tight asshole is going to milk the cum right out of my balls! Fuck me with your asshole! Faster! Faster! Oh fuck, here I come!" he squealed.
I was right with him. My spasms of delight had already started, and nothing could interrupt my body's natural course. His cock was sunk to my farthest depths when I could feel it begin to throb. Finally, with one last groan, his wonderful pleasure organ started to spurt its hot load within me. My asshole was convulsing like a spring with the tension suddenly released, biting again and again at my brother's imprisoned cock. I thought I would never cease climaxing.
It was probably several minutes before either of us had recovered. When I finally did, I realized his shrinking organ was still buried inside of me. I didn't want it to leave, but my natural reaction was to push the foreign object out. He left me with a load, and I began to feel his cooling jism start its journey back out through my rectum. It felt fantastic as it soothed my sore and burning ass-flesh.
Although it had been my ass that was fucked, I couldn't help but believe that it was a fuck, no matter where it had taken place. I was feeling very good about myself, and the thought that I might allow my brother to dip his magic wand into my virgin pool did cross my mind. But fortunately, I thought better of the idea, and instead, crawled next to him and took his exhausted body into my own tired arms.
At that wonderful moment, I realized I loved him more than a sister normally loves her brother. It was true that we were twins, but that still couldn't account for the tremendous emotion I felt for him. Even though I wanted to fuck my father, it was my brother, Lonnie, whom I never wanted to be away from. I let him know this with the soft little kisses I showered upon his face.
"Lonnie, my brother, my sweetheart, my lover, that was the most pleasure I have ever received. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for not only the wonderful times you have given me but, also, the times we are going to share in the future," I whispered in his ear, stopping occasionally to nibble at his earlobe.
"Oh, Lana, I wish there was some way I could show you how much I love you. Mai and the other girls I've screwed can't hold a candle to you. I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he replied, hugging me close with his strong, supple arms.
"Oh yes, Lonnie, I understand exactly what you are saying. I want the same thing, and I feel the same way about you," I said. "But the one thing you must understand and deal with is the fact that I want Daddy to be the first man to fuck my pussy."
"You what?" he asked, the tone of his voice registering his disbelief.
"Oh, please, Lonnie, I have had this fantasy for so long. Won't you let me go after my impossible dream. Try to understand. I love you, but I need Daddy to do this. Please?" I begged, wanting his approval more than anything.
Lonnie rolled away from me in a sulk. He turned his back and refused to acknowledge my pleadings. It seems that once you have found the things you really wanted in life, there was a string attached that brought down sorrow upon the glow of triumph. Life was truly unfair.