1. What Lena Wants


    Date: 6/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Virginity, Written by women, Author: Sexy.Cede, Rating: 92.4, Source: sexstories.com

    repeated again. I took his hand and moved it so it covered my slit. I felt like I was on fire, and shifted my legs apart even more. I needed him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside of me. Slowly, Milo began to react. His fingers brushed through the spry, dark curls that I kept neatly trimmed in the hopes he would see me. They moved down at an aganozing pace, over my outer lips, spreading them the tiniest of bits. “Are you sure?” He asked, stopping his hand. I bit my lip and nodded. That was all the invitation he needed to throw whatever worries he had to the wind. I knew I was wet, could feel it seeping out. He dipped his middle and forefinger inside, scooping it up. He spread it over me, slickening me all over. I leaned back, scooting my bum closer to him, and closed my eyes. My nipples prickled with arousal, and I tweaked at them with one hand, circling one then the other with feather light touches. Milo’s movements became harder, more aggressive. Two finger dove inside me, pumping in and out while his thumb teased my swollen clit. For all of my fantasies, and enthusiasm, no one other than me had touched me like this before. I wanted it to be Milo, needed it to be him. Just as he had found a steady pace, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of me. “Lena,” he whispered. He grabbed my hips, and brought his face mere centemeters from my wet, aching sex. “Lena, Lena, Lena...” His tongue flickered out, lightly caressing me. “More,” I moaned. I was clutching at my breasts, ...
    squeezing them, and about to burst with need and longing. “More, Milo.” My brother complied, his tongue picking up where his fingers had left off. “You taste so good, Lena.” He nibbled at my clit before sucking on it hard. “Oh,” I whimpered, my toes curling. “Use your fingers too. Inside me, harder than before,” I instructed. I was close, I just needed a little more, a little rougher. His calloused finger tips didn't disappoint. He started with two, flexing them and stretching me. I cried out. “More!” I demanded. Milo slipped in a third, though it was a tight fit. His fingers where bigger than mine, felt so much more... Powerful. While his tongue and teeth worked at my clit, his fingers curled up, finding my tender g-spot. Milo pressed up on it, rocking his fingers across the needy area. My back arched, and a series of high pitched gasps escaped my mouth as I came. My hand dropped from my breast, and I let myself fall back against the concrete. “Fuck,” I muttered. “Fuckity-fuck fuck fuck.” “Fuck is right,” Milo replied, his fingers slipping out of me. I lay there, zoned out and drunk on my bliss. I wasn't even aware of Milo fixing my bikini bottom to its original state. When I glance up, he had this blank look on his face. “We can't do this again, Lena.” “Milo-” I started. He cut me off. “No, Lena, I'm serious. This is wrong. We can't do anything sexual ever again. You’re my sister.” Tears burned behind my eyes. Why would the universe let me taste something so perfect and sweet ...
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