She Only Wore A Thong

All she ever wore to bed was a tiny thong, the fabric swallowed up by her luscious ass cheeks as her hips proudly supported the thin strings. Against her skin, her thong strings seemed to be like the ribbons on a present– just the outer wrapping waiting to be peeled off by the child so that the present inside could be fully enjoyed.

Lorraine, Rob’s sister, loved her thongs at night because they made her so wet in the mornings. That, and Rob never ceased to glue his eyes onto her white globes. Though both were in their early thirties- Lorraine older than her brother by a year-they had longed for each other’s bodies for most of their lives. Lorraine knew that he wanted her body.

During the night she could hear the faint sounds of Rob spurting his cum, calling out in pleasure. Many a nights she felt her inner walls ache passionately for him to be coming inside her, but she took a retreat to only rubbing her feather sensitive clit through the small scrap of fabric of her thong. Each night her blue eyes would open wide before being clenched shut at the rock her orgasms gave her. Maybe that’s why she got so wet during the nights..

With her fingers furiously petting her cunt to orgasm, Rob had his dark eyes closed in lust as he thought about his sister’s black hair sticking to her forehead from sweat, beating his thick ten inch cock with animalistic frenzy. He could feel her frame fitting his perfectly as her tight vaginal walls gripped and rippled along his veiny shaft. As he worked his cum to a boiling point, he imagined how her voice would turn from screams and moans, urging him to pound her harder, being reduced to tiny whimpers of pure sexual bliss, the need for any other noise unfounded.

Some nights the two worked their tall frames into tense shakes as the waves of ecstasy rolled through their muscles. Their brown and black eyes would close with the rolling waves of pleasure as their black hair stuck to their perspiring skin.

As spring worked its way into the year, so did a fever of lust. Months passed by as their hormones ran wild with imaginations of capturing each other in the act of pleasing before throwing themself on their sibling. Sheets were soaked through to the mattress and boxes of tissue were used in attempts to hide their want, but the feelings blossomed as quickly as the flowers.

Perhaps it was because Lorraine was older, or perhaps it had been that she was getting desperate for a warm cock in her pussy, but it was she who first broke the barrier that held the two apart. She had been frustrated for weeks now and rubbing herself seemed to only put out a single flame in the town of Desire as the rest of the buildings helplessly turned to ash.

Just as the season was turning into summer, Lorraine snapped. Her anger and frustration broke through her barriers and made her determined to feel Rob’s hot, creamy cum fill her tight cunt. With her usual thong still encasing her body, Lorraine made the trek to her brother’s room in a hurry. Inside herself, she was determined not to let her frustration show too easily.

She threw the door open without knocking and feasted her lust crazed eyes on her brother fucking his cock with his hand. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and dribbled down his shaft to mix with the small amount of lube he used. Rob’s cock visibly throbbed as the base of his prick continued to swell with cum, his balls raised up tight with anticipation to blow.

Rob’s face resonated with shock as his sister stood in front of him in her almost-nude 5’7″ stature. The shock was absorbed by his body quickly with a cooling sensation on his skin, making his balls freeze in mid-jump.

The connection between her brown orbs and his blue spheres pulled the two together, her D-cup breasts swaying tantalizingly with every step she took.