Life Is Good

I am already asleep when Yuki slides into bed with me. We have had separate rooms for years but we’ve always slept together…for as long as I can remember and even before that. Yuki and I are fraternal twins. He was quite likely spooning me in the womb, before becoming my “big brother” by nudging me aside and entering the world 22 minutes before me.

The mattress shifts slightly with his weight and when Yuki lifts the covers, air warmed by my body drifts across my face. A cold draft of air rides in on Yuki’s long body and still mostly asleep, I move against him trying to replace his chill with my warmth. I’m wearing a tank top with a tiny pink ribbon bow between my breast and boy-cut panties. Yuki is only wearing skin so his body temperature quickly adjusted to mine.

Yuki’s scent is soon drifting the tiny drafts of heat wafting from beneath the blankets. He smells seaweed soap, Paul Mitchell shampoo and something else…something musky and spicy. I roll over to face him. Fully awake now, I move closer and burrow my nose against his smooth broad chest, inhaling, trying to find the source of that “something” scent.

That warm spicy Yuki-smell makes me press my thighs together in a creamy rush of heat and compels me to lick his tiny nipples. I rub my whole body against him, sleepy, warm, cat-like, my own nipples tiny tight pebbles beneath cotton…satin skin and cotton against raw silk. My little cunny is damp and hot behind my panties. Shorter than Yuki by a good 7 inches my narrow feet rub rhythmically up and down his nearly hairless calves.

Yuki groans quietly. Submitting for now. Letting me wallow in his smell. His feel. Letting me rub myself all over him and line our bodies up until we are face to face, cock to pussy. His hard cock refuses to give against my dry humping and soon it is forcing the crotch of my panties up inside me. The cloth abrading against my sensitive flesh brings another wet rush between my legs. Yuki, moaning, his cock-head buried a mere inch inside me, feels the increase in damp heat.

I’m making those little noises that I make when I want. Little begging noises, catches in my breathing. I want Yuki buried to his balls in my sticky puss. I want him to shove himself to the hilt and then fuck me in and out in and out fast hard strokes until I come. And then I want Yuki to come…to come inside me. Deep and hard.

I want him to bathe my womb with his spunk. I want to smell my brother’s come on me every time I spread my legs. That’s my wicked secret. I always want to be full of his slippery cum. I love the way our scents commingle inside me and how my pussy smells after we fuck. I love the way his come works its way slowly out of me all day long when we fuck right before we leave for school. All day long I’ll have a damp crotch and a cum residue in my panties. And all day I’ll be in such a state of sexual tension that the boys at school can almost smell it and they’ll follow me around like I’m some sort of bitch in heat.

I love going into the girl’s room between classes and smelling our hot sexy aroma when I drop my panties. I smell like sex and Yuki. Spicy, salty, sweet come and female musk. I’m can’t resist touching myself. I only mean to get a bit of the creamy spend oozing out for a quick taste, but usually, I end up sticking my finger a little deeper and before I know it I’m fucking myself with the mint green handle of a free-with-purchase brush from the Clinique Counter and biting my hand to keep from moaning Yuki’s name out loud when I come.

I have my arms around Yuki’s neck, rocking, trying to force him a little higher inside me.