Student Nurse Lessons Ch. 12

Andy and Sam awoke the next morning as millions upon millions of men and women awoke on that sunny summer morning, their bodies entwined into a Gordian Knot of limbs, fingers, hair. The lucky millions, like Andy and Sam, were deeply in love with the person whose body was pressed against theirs. A much smaller number were, like Andy and Sam, brother and sister whose love had put them on an incestuous journey that neither could stop.

As she awoke she gently withdrew herself from her brother’s embrace so as to lie on her side and watch him sleep, breath slowly, and, finally, return to her world as he awoke. She assisted his awakening by gently caressing his chest and then kissing him. “Still no regrets?” were her first words.

“Are you crazy? I think it was better last night than ever. I don’t know if you’re crazy, Sam, but I know that I am; I think I’m crazy in love with you…with my own sister.” And if it keeps getting better like this – I don’t see how it can – it will be insanely good.”

That said, they began their slow, gentle, languorous lovemaking, their arousal awakening and growing, warming their bodies as the sun rose and began warming the day. Each by now was well acquainted with the other’s body, learning quickly those special places, the special touches, caresses, probes that fed that arousal. Their bodies began to shift, pressing themselves even closer to the other, demanding their touch at every place possible, revelling in the scorching touch of brother’s skin to sister’s. Always in Sam’s mind was the memory of her first realization, her first understanding, of the sexual power her young body held, how somehow it seemed a kind of sexual battery, building its charge between lovemakings, ready to connect with Andy, ready to release that charge into his body.

And for his part her brother continued, since virtually their first kisses, her first lesson to him, to want to please Sam, to give his sister every possible pleasure, to bring her to climax as much as possible, to put her pleasure before his own. And that was the case as his kisses left her mouth, his tongue left hers, and found her breasts, circling and then sucking her nipples, his hand lightly pressing her body back onto her bed as it rose suddenly to his touch. In short order he was once again at the very source of her pleasure as he breathed deeply of the sexual musk of her mons, smiling as he again tasted the now familiar tang of her aroused wetness, bringing her almost to orgasm but stopping, as he now understood his sister’s body, her levels of arousal enough to withdraw and move up along her body until his head was resting on the pillow next to hers.

“Talk dirty to me,” she muttered, as he felt her hand move to the spot he had just tasted.

“What?” he whispered.

“You heard me,” she repeated, a quiet note of pleading in her voice, “talk dirty to me. Tell me you want to fuck me. Tell me you want to fuck your little sister.”

Startled by this Andy drew back slightly, stared briefly at his sister’s face, her eyes squeezed shut, her head now pushed back into her pillow. She had his undivided attention; his sister rarely swore and he could not recall the last time he’d heard her say ‘fuck’. This was new; as advanced as their lovemaking was, as much as they each had learned in the past weeks neither had ever broached that aspect of sex, either during their incestuous couplings or during their talk and decision-making between their sexual events together. He began quietly, cautiously; “so you want me to fuck you, do you?” and was instantly rewarded by her wide smile. “You want your big brother to fuck his little sister? Is that it?” Her smile widened, her eyes opened and met his, lit by her growing arousal.

Warming to his task Andy asked his sister “what do you want? Do you want your brother to taste you again? Do you want his tongue tasting your wet pussy?” At this he felt her body shudder, her hips lift slightly from the bed. “Is it my cock? Is it your brother’s cock that you want inside you? Should I come into you now? Should I push my hard, hard cock into my sister’s wet pussy?” as her body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Yes,” she answered, “yes. I want you in me now, Drew, I want my brother’s hard cock inside me NOW! I want you to fuck me, bro, fuck your little sister.” He rolled onto her, placing himself more quickly than he had ever before, feeling her urgent need as he quickly guided his cock to her vaginal opening and without hesitation pushed himself deeply into his sister, grunting as he thrust as hard as he could, vaguely hearing, through the roar of the blood pounding in his ears, her groans, her muffled “yes, yes, give it to me, Drew, fuck me…FUUUUCK ME, fuck me, big brother, fuck your little sister.” Her body bucked beneath him as it never had before, every limb – her arms, her legs – wrapping his body in her vice-like grip. As words failed her he heard her soft, high pitched “unnh, unnh, unnh,” each quiet groan perfectly synchronized with each of his thrusts into her. And then, more quickly than had ever happened with his sister, her soft grunts recovered their words as she said “Drew..Drew…DREEWW, I’m cumm…” as her body erupted with her orgasm, as suddenly it was Drew that had to embrace his sister, holding her close as her body shook them both, as her body’s sexual battery shot its climactic voltage through both bodies, driving him to one last thrust, his rigid cock pressed as deeply as possible into his sister, her cervix feeling the head of his cock against it, as his body was suddenly rigid for an interminable moment before he began pulsing, his cock releasing his incestuous seed, rope after rope with each pulse, into his sister’s waiting womb.

Their bodies virtually melded together, perspiration mixed with Andy’s semen, flowing from his sister’s full vagina, they lay together, clutching each other’s body as a drowning man might clutch flotsam, they slowly came down from their euphoric orgasms, slowly felt their breathing returning to normal, their heartbeats following suit. Finally Andy separated himself from his sister, smiling at her reluctant groan as he did so. “Where did that come from, Sammy? I’ve never heard you say ‘fuck’ in your life, I think? What happened?”

“I have no idea, Drew. I never planned it, it just came from, I don’t know, somewhere deep. Somewhere dark, maybe?”

“Well, wherever it came from, it was fantastic. I can’t believe you’ve got any place dark, Sam. You’ve never cum that fast yet. It was…sooo hot. But it was really different, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, and it’s kind of like something I’ve been thinking about all week, Andy.’ She cuddled up to him, lay her head on his chest, and, caressing his midriff, asked “are we fucking, Drew?” She felt his startled response and quickly added “I mean, is that what this really is? Two people just fucking? I know, it’s fantastic; I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, but is it like some kind of sexual narcotic? Are we getting addicted to each other? To incest, because that makes it incredibly hot? Are we pretending it’s something else between us, just so we can fuck?”

Like virtually any young man of his age, Andy was not given to analyzing his feelings or, often, even acknowledging them.