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| Free Incest Granma Stories | Sons Going Wild For Mother | Text Incest Stories Free | Incest Video International |
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"How will we get the chocolate out of the sheets, Yuki?" My voice is faint. I'm aware that my protest is merely a token and so is Yuki. "Don't worry about it. We'll burn them. Like a New Year bonfire. We'll buy others. In all colors..." Yuki's voice is almost as faint as mine, deeper, but just as breathy when he commands, "Spread your legs a little more." "Umm...oh, god...Yuki..." I close my eyes and do the only thing that I can do. I spread my legs a little more and hold on. Behind my eyelids I stare into the blackness of an abyss glazed in red. I see stars. A universe coalesces and dissipates, only to return without ever leaving. The constellations change in less time than it takes me to breathe and I know only that his hands are on me and I am falling through space with a complete absence of fear. I try to open my eyes. I want to see him. I watch, intoxicated, as Yuki writes his name in sloppy chocolate strokes on the sensitive skin of my bare pubis. My sex is wet, labia swollen from his touch, from his presence. The Morinaga milk chocolate "marker" he is using melts on my skin in wide muddy lines. Yuki licks his fingers and then uses the flat of his tongue to erase a mistake caused by the involuntary clenching of my stomach muscles. "Be still, Yui," he orders, looking not at my face but at the pink slit between my legs. I can't help it. I quiver beneath the hot rush of his breath and Yuki administers a stinging bite to the inside of my thigh as punishment for moving. Then his mouth teasingly dips into the crease of my puss. A broad burrowing stroke of his scalding tongue anoints my clit. Pleasure spills through me, running deep, intense, scraping across my secret places and quite without meaning to, I squeal, sounding young and girlish. My abdominal muscles contract involuntarily, raising my hips. Yuki grins and repeats the painting process, this time deliberately trailing the last candy-stroke into my cleft and onto my tiny button. "Umm, my favorite and candy-coated, too!" he singsongs in a goofy voice. Playfully he hums, making obscene sucking noises against my pussy lips. The sensation is equally ticklish and arousing and I am breathless, sputtering, caught between laughter and moaning. "Melts in your mouth..." I manage to say just before he pushes two gummy fingers inside me, as far as he can reach, and I loose the ability to speak. My eyes roll back in my head. Lust boils through my body in a scalding wave, traveling from the back of my brain, through my chest in a breathless, painful rush, and pooling, hot and heavy, against his fingers. Held tight in my sticky heat, I hear Yuki murmur, "Oh, baby". His tongue laps my clit and he holds his fingers perfectly still, buried to the creamy hilt. I hold my breath, watching him down the length of my torso. His heavy eyes are visible over my candied mound. He is watching me as I watch him. With one hand he is fucking me but not moving; with the other he is shaping my breast, palming the small swell of flesh easily in his big hand. I can feel his breath, centimeters from touching me, drifting across the wet lips of my puss. I'm intensely aware that his fingers are high and tight inside me and his tongue is, oh god, only a breath away from being inside me, too. Finally, I remember to breathe and my body shudders. "Don't move, baby." My breathing hitches and that movement is enough to shift me against Yuki's still hand. I'm panting, chewing my lower lip and fighting an almost desperate urge to rock my hips in tiny, needy churns. I lie on pale sheets, trying so very hard to not to move while my lover, my brother, strokes places deep inside me, places that only he has touched. Still watching Yuki watch me, I lick perspiration from my upper lip with a tongue that is hungry for skin other than my own. I am burning. My skin is much too small for this huge writhing want that he is calling from me. Calling from my heart...from my womb...from my soul. That look from his black eyes, hot with need for me...or the way his callused hands feel brushing against my skin and I'm consumed. My need for him makes me gasp and ache and consent to any sin so long as he'll feed me with his mouth, his cock, his heart. Sloppy, chocolate Kanji script adorns my breasts and stomach. My belly button acts as receptacle for a partial piece of melting rectangular candy. My nipples, normally soft pink, are abraded to the point of pain from Yuki's teeth. They are almost cherry red and still show faint traces of chocolate in spite of his repeated, ardent efforts to eat them clean. I flinch involuntarily when Yuki rolls a nipple between thumb and forefinger. He's been rough with me tonight. My mouth is bruised and swollen. My body is decorated with tiny bluing love bites and chocolate. My nipples are so sensitive and sore that I won't be able to wear a bra tomorrow and I know that they will stay in tiny tight knots from the friction of even the softest fabric. I clinch around his fingers. Quiver beneath his hand. I love him. I love this passion that borders on violence. I revel in this intensity that verges on insanity. I am lost. "Still...stay still." Yuki's whisper is faint and rough. His heavy eyes are half-closed. His half-smiling lips are shiny with my juices. "I can feel you so good this way, baby." I have to move my hips. Yuki is inside me. I've been conditioned to move if Yuki is inside me. Unable to stop myself, I chew on my swollen bottom lip and flex my hips. Yuki widens his fingers and lovingly licks my slick folds. He then uses the two fingers embedded in me to press down and exert pressure against the back wall of my sheath, holding me still. Not unpleasant sensations tingle in my sex, and deeper, from the pressure. "Just hold still, little sister, just hold still." "I want to move. Fuck me, big brother." I am aware that I sound pouty; sulky, even. But I am hot and needy and I feel as if I am suddenly far too large for the narrow envelope of my body. I know, he knows, I'm calling him big brother in an effort to nudge him closer to that out-of-control place where he takes me so effortlessly. He knows, that I know, that the incest, the forbidden, fucking his little sister, is part of what makes him wild. He loves to be inside me. To spill himself inside me. Like me, he loves knowing that at any given moment, his spend is warm in my belly...seeping from my slit and mixing with my cream in my panties. I know this because when I'm on my knees, sucking his cock, Yuki cradles my head and murmurs "little sister" over and over...murmuring "little sister" until, his strong fingers fisting in my hair, he holds his twitching prick in my throat and lovingly feeds me his thick ropey sperm. Yuki smiles at my sulky words, but they have the desired effect. His dark eyes are more than a little wild and I can see in them a glimmer of the lust, the madness, that is riding him. He slithers up me, deliberately rubbing his chest across my stinging nipples. I gasp. It hurts. It feels wonderful. I can feel the ridges of his belly smearing the softened candy from my bellybutton onto him. He keeps his fingers buried in my cunt as his mouth eats mine. I can't breathe. He tastes like he smells, of sweet milk chocolate and sweeter pussy. Ambrosia. His tongue, hot and slippery, nubby silk, moves into my mouth hard, fucking it, thrusting. Strong white teeth chew at my lips, bruising and stinging, making them swell and pulse and throb. "God, Yui, I could eat you up. You have the sexiest fucking mouth." Yuki works my lower lip, sliding his tongue along the smooth skin just inside my mouth in a soft silky glide. Then he nips me, hard. "Pink and swollen...." He paints my bruised lips with his tongue. "Wet and shiny...just like your sweet little pussy." I stiffen and quiver around his fingers. "I can feel that, baby. You pulse around me when I bite rough and talk dirty." Yuki is speaking against my mouth, fast and breathless, barely touching my throbbing lips. He flexes the fingers in my creamy tunnel and then slowly scrapes my lower lip between his teeth. One incisor, slightly longer that its mate, drags and sharply nicks the tender pink flesh of my lip. I taste blood. My pussy quivers, clinching, and creams hotly around his thick fingers. "Baby likes that, doesn't she?" I don't say anything. I can't. I'm trying to breathe. I watch him and feel those fingers buried in me, his thumb strumming on my clit. And watching him I know that he's gone to that place that he goes where lust and sex and love are a tangled knot, twisting; a knot that tightens until he must either unravel or vomit. I recognize that place because I am already there. With an abruptness that leaves me reeling and making puppy noises, Yuki removes his fingers from inside my body. "Get on your hands and knees." I am disoriented by the abrupt order, but I do it. Too aroused to speak, vulnerable, back arched, my bottom swaying to a rhythm cadenced by desire, I kneel, waiting. Anticipation is painful, huge, I can't decide if it's trying to break open my chest or band it. I pant, each exhalation punctuated with a near-silent "unh" of want. With my tongue and teeth I worry the tiny bleeding wound Yuki left on my lip. Making it hurt feels so good. "You have some chocolate oozing out of your little slit, baby." Yuki puts his hands on my hips to hold me steady. I can feel his labored breathing on the back of my thighs as he leans in close. "Yummy, just like a chocolate éclair..." A part of me, the part that sometimes remains apart, the part that is not yet drunk on pleasure, is almost ashamed by his nasty words. The images they provoke in my mind of bright pink flesh welling with chocolaty spend makes me uncomfortable, as if I might be dirty somehow. I tense and try to ease away. "No..." I whisper in a voice that sounds unsure, small, even to me, "...no, don't. I'll go clean up." There is a smear of chocolate on a wave of pink sheet within an inch of my right hand. My fingers contract and I watch as the stain disappears into my fist. Yuki embraces my hips, halting my physical withdrawal, slowing my emotional one. His hands stroke me as if he can dust off the negative tension suddenly vibrating just beneath my skin. "Now why would you do that when I've gone to all of this trouble to get you dirty?" His voice is deep and low and ripe with things needy and sexual. I exhale quickly and then hold my breath as shivers dance across my shoulders and down the backs of my arms. Slowly, something in my chest loosens. I look at Yuki over my shoulder. He is watching my face, his chin propped on my hip, tickling me with humid warmth every time he exhales. As I watch, he kisses the slight swell of my hip and the feel of his lips is sweet. The want I hear in that voice, the need I can see in the black eyes watching me, unlocks the carefully constructed cage I keep around that within me which I know is insane. Freed, a primitive, carnal part of my psyche rises, dissipating any sense of shame, any lingering embarrassment. I know that it is this, this madness, is what allows me to take my brother into my body without guilt, and allows me to take such fierce pleasure in the spilling of his seed into my womb. This is the part of me that creams, jaw clenching from the intensity of the pleasure, at the forbidden, stupidly insane thought of someday growing fat with my brother's baby. I buck and gasp and die just a little when Yuki buries his tongue in my slit, sucking candy and my creamy spend out of me. He splays his long fingered hands across the cheeks of my ass and uses his thumbs hold me open. Running deep inside and back out his tongue flicks my clit and his nose lovingly nudges my hole. My skin is slick and sticky. I'm panting and my small breasts are quivering in time to Yuki's rhythmic tongue fuck. Blood pools in my abused nipples making them feel impossibly large and every movement makes them throb. My pulse is pounding in my bruised lips like a tiny heart. I smell sex and sweat and chocolate. My hands make narrow fists, gripping the smeared pink sheets until my knuckles are white. Yuki tongue slips and slides around the inner lips of my puss, mouthing me, tonguing my clit. His breath is hot and my thighs are wet almost to my knees. His tongue, wicked and divine, tickles the fragile skin of my perineum, teasing me before slipping back into the wet velvet of my sex. When his mouth, molten, his stiffened tongue, lava, finally traverses that tiny strip of perfectly smooth skin and bathes the tiny pucker of my bottom, I can't control the animal, primitive noises I make. Yuki widens my ass cheeks and I know he is excited by what he sees, what he's doing, because I can hear him humming, moaning, low in his chest. He presses, so hot, his tongue and the ring of muscle resists but I know what to do, and arching my body, I press back. Yuki is barely inside my ass when I cum. My entire body spasms and my muscles clench and release, clench and release. Pleasure rides through my womb and lower in a widening wave until even my fingernails feel good. Slowly, blissfully, my body lets down from its orgasmic bow and I can breath again. My toes uncurl. Yuki is lapping the dew of my climax from my pussy, cleaning me in long slow strokes from creamy nectar to little chocolate star. Still on all-fours, my arms and legs are trembling and my breasts are shivering with every shaky breath. "You are such a bad little girl, Yui," Yuki murmurs, roughly kneading the cheeks of my ass. "A nasty little girl who likes for me to play with her ass...I do think my sweet little sister likes for her big brother to love that sweet hot ass..." He bites the tight spongy flesh of my bottom hard enough to make me gasp. He does it again, down low, in the curve of my cheek, where thigh and buttock meet. I flinch and moan and flex my hips, my womb pulsing in a long slow roll. "God, Yuki, what are you doing?" My voice is tight and tense. I'm vacillating between pleasure and pain. Stop and don't stop. He doesn't answer me until he's completed the process on the other cheek. "I'm making it so that everyone will know you've been well and truly fucked..." He wallows his face against the skin of my bottom, mouth feasting on my flesh, his tongue burrowing into the crevice, "...so everyone will know this sweet little ass is mine...that you're mine." At his words, a white-hot nova of desire tears through me. And it is so intense that for a moment I am deaf to everything except the pounding of my heart. My vision swims...the world shifting, stopping, restarting, leaving me feeling dazed. "I'm putting a mark on you." His lips worry my sore flesh and his tongue laves it. "I hope that someone sees it when you dress out in class....or at a meet." He is speaking low and fast. Guttural. "If I could I would tattoo my name on you." The fingers of his left hand glide down the crack of my ass, and his thumb sinks leisurely into my creaming cunt, palming my sex. His index finger, damp with my juices, reaches underneath me and strokes the fleshy little pillow of baby smooth skin on my pubic mound, just above my slit. "Here. I would tattoo 'Yuki's' right here." My pussy muscles flutter, clinching Yuki's thumb. He starts sliding his finger in and out of my slippery crevice and I use my whole body, undulating, to meet his thrusts. All I want is for my brother to be inside me. In this moment, I'm absolutely sure that is the only thing I will ever want... This, too, is part of the madness that Yuki calls from me. This absoluteness. No guilt. No shame. No boundaries. Only me. Only him. Only sweat and sticky fluids and a pleasure so intense as to be sacred. "I'll let you," I gasp. Yuki is fucking me with his left hand while his right hand is roughly tugging my abused nipples. It hurts and feels so good and I'm making little mewing noises, wordless pleas for more. "You will let me what, baby?" His tongue is tracing the tiny hills and valleys of my spine. He is thrusting, twisting, and licking me into frenzy. "Mark me. Put your name on me." He freezes, but I can't stop and I continue to helplessly hump myself against his hand. "Do it. I'd let you," I gasp. And I know with absolute certainty, a certainty that should frighten me, I will do it if that is what Yuki wants. I will go with him and bare the pale fragile skin of my mons to a stranger; a stranger who will touch that same skin with ink and needles. I will tell that stranger that I want my brother's name drawn on my skin, so that any man who lies between my legs will know that the space he's occupying is his only temporarily. So that any man will know that my brother occupied that space before him...and that my brother will occupy it after him. If that is what Yuki wants, I will do it. Perhaps the idea doesn't scare me because I know, if he doesn't, that a mark is already there. Whether visible or not, it is there. I don't realize I've spoken aloud until I notice that Yuki is not moving, and for an endless second, I don't think he's even breathing. Then his fingers tighten painfully around my nipple a heartbeat before his cock replaces his thumb in my pussy. Usually he works himself inside me, allowing my body time to adjust to his girth, but not tonight. Tonight he forces himself all the way inside my sheath in a single thrust that boarders on violent. It hurts but I don't care. "Yesss..." I hiss, my entire body, teeth to toes, clinching in pain that is a kind of pleasure. This is what I want. Yuki is hot and hard, stuffed up inside me...touching my womb. His scrotum, weighty and full, rests against the curve of my sex. He is filling me to bursting. His cock is a sublime instrument, brutal and soft, with which he fucks me so perfectly. Using his grip on my hips for leverage, Yuki hunches himself into me with hard strokes that drive me up the bed. He follows, always, impaling me, merciless. I'm grunting with each slapping thrust. His cock is stretching my tender pink membranes and his fat balls are tapping my slit, my clit, with sharp, meaty little smacks on every downward stroke. Tips touching, his thumbs are pressed into the dimples at the base of my spine. His flexing palms cradle my hipbones and his fingers meet again over my tummy, his middle fingers taking turns worrying the cup of my chocolate-coated bellybutton. "Made for me. You're made for me." He tells me now, as he's told me always. "You fit my hands perfect, baby. Perfect." He's churning himself inside me, bouncing me on his cock, effortlessly slamming me back to meet each jarring thrust. Every time he hits bottom, my tight breasts shimmy enough to make my stinging nipples throb and itch. My body, loath to release him, does so only with a creamy-wet, squelching, sucking sound of protest. "Yes...Yes...nah...nah...you..." I chant, breathless, my chest constricted by truth, by desire, by pleasure so sharp I'm not sure if it feels good or if it hurts. Each time Yuki stuffs himself inside me he's almost too much. I feel like he's going to be too big for me on the next stroke. I feel as if I might explode. Or pass-out. I'm dazed and hot and it feels as if at any moment he's going to go too far inside me, fill me too full of Yuki, of cock, of pleasure, and I will be irrevocably altered. But it's already too late. I am altered. Each time Yuki does this...covers me with his body, fills me with his sex, bathes my womb with his seed...my soul is damned a little more. And it is not only that I do not care...it is the fact that I revel in it. I crave the hot, sexy, sticky press of our bodies and the sweet nasty way we love each other. Forbidden...incestuous... These feelings, this love, so fierce as to be not completely sane and so hot-sweet that I cream my panties just sitting in the same room with him. |
