Karen’s Story-2

DEAR READER: this is the second instalment about Karen, her horny brother and I. Hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it. Still, since this is a pornographic story, let’s not take this all too serious. We’re all here to have some fun, right?

The day after Karen had told me about that one time her brother fucked her out of pure lust, we were doing the dishes in my kitchen. I’ve got a nice three-room apartment in the centre of Amsterdam, but I guess you don’t want to hear about that.
Actually, I was still very curious about the event that took place between Karen en Peter a few months ago. So, while I was drying the dishes I asked her: “Tell me Karen, how did it feel to be fucked by your own brother?”
Karen looked at me and said: “Hey, I thought we went over this already and you were cool with it. It was only a onetime thing, honey.”
“I know, and trust me; I don’t bother me that much. He’s your brother, you love each other…”
Karen was still a bit surprised by my way of seeing things, but grateful nonetheless. “Thanks for being so understanding, hon.”
“That’s okay. Besides, I always get a hard on thinking about him and you fucking each other. It makes me horny as hell,” I told her while I pressed my crotch into her butt.
“I can feel that. Okay, what do you want to know?”
“Just tell me how it felt.”
“It felt… wonderful. I mean, yes I like cock and especially big cocks that stretch up my cunt as much as possible. Cocks like yours,” she said with a smile. I gave her a small kiss on the lips for that one and pressed my dick a little harder against her ass. I know she likes stuff like that a lot. And she has a great ass for it too.
“Hmmm… press harder… yesss…. Where was I?”
“Your brothers cock in your tight cunt.”
“Well, because it was my brother fucking me that night, I felt especially sluttish. I mean, he just grabbed me from behind and basically pulled me onto his cock. He ploughed away in such a pace, I could hardly keep up with him. Don’t forget you and I hadn’t had sex for over two weeks, since you were out of the country at that time, so I was horny as hell.”
She was right. I was out working on a film in France at the time, and I wouldn’t be back for another two weeks if I remembered correctly. What Karen told me, got me so hot. I pulled up her skirt, en pulled down her underwear. I looked at her lovely buns. I got down on my knees while she was still standing at the kitchen sink, with her hands in the soapy water. “Tell me more,” I said in a demanding tone.
“Oh, god, I get hot just thinking about it.”
“I can see that,” I said. I pulled her buttocks a little bit apart and saw her already soaked cunt lips and her beautiful little brown star. I just loved the sight of it: that lovely ring of dark skin, just around her asshole. I also loved the sweet smell: a combination of her soapy ass and cunt juice. If they would ever sell that in bottles, someone would be rich. I neared her ass and started to lick the outside of her asshole.
“Oh, yess Robert, please, go on… suck it. Use your tongue on my little hole.”

I disengaged for just a moment “Please Karen, tell me more.” And then put the tip of my tongue in her ass.
“Oh-oh, all right. Hold on…” She put her hands on the side of the counter just to keep her balance. “So, while he was fucking me hard, I just wanted more. I was so hot; I just wanted him to cum inside of me. I needed to feel his sperm, my brother’s cum. I felt like a dirty slut for thinking it, but at that moment just did not care. And I don’t think I really had a choice, cause he had me in a firm grasp. He was holding me just above my ass, shoving me on his dick and pushing me back and forth over the carpet.”
I put two fingers in her soaked cunt at that moment, and she let out a low moan. I scraped her sensitive clit with my fingernail and then she came.
“Yessss, Oooh, I am cumming!!” she screamed, her voice echoed through the room.
I wasn’t finished with her yet, and kept on sticking my tongue in her ass. I fucked her with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the taste, and her story. Not surprisingly I had a hard on that was about to rip through my pants. “Go on, tell me more… I thought you weren’t on the pill in those days by the way.”
“No I wasn’t. I was ‘between pills’ sort of speak and yes, we fucked unprotected.”
“Peter could have gotten you pregnant…” I said wondering.
“I guess so. Thank God that didn’t happen. Would have been a hell of a story,” she laughed. “Let’s move to the couch for a moment, hon.”.
We moved to the sofa in the living room. Karen zipped her skirt and threw it on the floor. Her underwear was still stuck around her left ankle and she removed that too.