….”Come on sis,” my brother whispered in my ear. “You’ve got me so hot and hard.”
It was easy to feel he wasn’t lying. His stiff cock pressed through his jeans into my tummy. It felt so naughty and delicious, and as he rubbed up and down on me, my pussy practically bubbled with my juices.
I looked into his eyes, and I answered him by fumbling at his fly with shaky fingers. He smiled wickedly as the sound of his zipper confirmed my intentions.
We pulled at each other’s clothes, breathing hard. I gulped when my brother’s cock bobbed free. I’d never seen one, excited and hard, in real life, and my heart beat with excitement and a small bit of fear. He pushed it at me, almost begging for my touch, and I was happy to comply.
I wrapped my fingers around it, amazed at how hot it felt in my hand. It pulsed and hummed in my palm, and its crown curved handsomely, crimson and wet. Instinctively, my lips formed an “O” and I lowered my head to that beautiful prick and let it slide into my mouth…
Excerpt from an Incest “letters” magazine I’d like to read.