3. Sister's seduction

“Are you sure you are ready to do this, Anne?” he had asked the umpteenth time, and my answers were still the same.

“Yes, Rick.”

“Nobody is going to find out,” I continued.

“As long as you don't say a word to anyone about what we did, I'd definitely act like nothing happened.” I'm sure he could see the plea in my eyes. Plea for a potential long night of sexual satisfaction, lustful exhibition, and pleasure craving.

“Please—” My timbre was shaky, but I knew he knew how authentic it was. I needed him, and I love that I needed him.

“Please make love to me, Rick.” I pulled myself closer to him, holding the collar of his shirt, while stretching my face upwards to meet his. Rick would pass for a basketball player or maybe a model if engineering wasn't something he had always loved. His height was one of the, if not the most, arguably, finessed features about him.

Tall, built, and had a skin like one whose creature, on his day of creation, had dipped into a hot pot of chocolate oil. His brown was shining. He wasn't a dedicated member of the gym, yet he had this athletically built torso. If he was going to the gym, “Oh my God.”

“Don't say no to me, Rick, please.” I had already lowered my head; my height ended on his chest, so I could feel his heart racing.

The beat was anxiously shaking the foundation of my clitoris.

“But, but, I—I can't, Anne, can't you—see?” He nervously stuttered. His deep baritone voice made his chest vibrate on my head. It felt good. It felt real. I couldn't fathom which I was falling for already, the strong fragrance from his Lonicera Fragrantissima cologne, his heartbeat, or the warmth that came from holding on close to him.

“I can't do this to my brother, Anne,” he continued. I looked up to meet his face once again; I looked down without saying a word.

“I—I—” he paused again. Inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was oddly enjoying the emotional torture I was putting him through, seeing that my closeness to him was already yielding a positive result. I slowly pulled away from the self-induced grip. Slowly, I raised my heels off the ground, balancing on my forefeet, giving me an increased height as I made for his lips. He didn't resist, as he reciprocated my efforts; he circled his left hand on my waist, helping me regain my balance and posture, his head bent lower to support mine. I'm sure he must have noticed that my neck was already hurting.

The kiss was so good. Passionate, lustful, tasteful, and as slowly as our lips journeyed through each other's mouths, its tempo increasing and decreasing involuntarily.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Rick?” I interrupted the sensual moment, but he didn't say a word. The guilt was gone; the thought of not wanting to hurt his only brother's wife was gone. He had ignited the zeal in me, the urge, the passion, the hunger, the thirst to have him all to myself, and I love that out of the blue, he was ready to devour me, much as I was ready to let him have whichever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and however he wanted.

We resumed kissing; this time, it was more intense, better, and with many more erotic sounds, which made me wetter.

His hands left their previous position and went to the back of my bra, and just like an expert, which I never knew he was, he had unhooked the breast house, making my pawpaw-shaped breast fall out like a child who has been locked in all day and finally given the freedom to go out and play.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” he grinned sheepishly. Exposing and showing off his perfectly carved dentition as he stared at the two rounded pounds of flesh, which in a couple of seconds would be his to do whatever it pleases him to do with. His left hand went first, accompanied by his right, as he had grabbed and taken hold of my breast, caressing it so gently.

“Ouch, Rick.” I let out a short moan. It was the alibi he needed to do more. I then took a step backward, his palms still on my boobs, my head was already raised, facing the ceiling, my eyes shut so heavily.

I was loving whichever pleasure I was getting from him while still on my feet.

He lowered his head to meet my chest, then from the right nipples, he buried his mouth into it, sucking and milking it like it was his right to. I had already stopped breastfeeding my girl. She was with the nanny at home. My husband, his brother was on a business trip. I was there with him in the room, filled with lust.

Nobody would know I was in Newcastle. If he wasn't going to tell, I would definitely not want to ruin my marriage as well.

He sucked so well. Rick was born to do this. To suck the living daylight out of my breast.

“Oh God!” I let out another soft moan as he did what he knew how best to do. He had lifted me up from the ground, his mouth still on my mammary gland, his eyes shut as he led me to his bed. I was very much oblivious of what was happening or what was to happen, but I loved the feeling. The feeling of being dominated under his masculinity. The feeling of finally getting to have a taste of the dick I have always envisaged, prayed for, hoped for, and wished for.

The dick of my husband's twin brother.

He had placed me so gently on the bed; my eyes were still shut, but I was conscious of my environment. I felt his hold on me; I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes to meet his, smiling so mawkishly. Rick hardly smiles; the least he does is to grin.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, rather in a soothing way. I liked it when my mate was dominant. Commanding and a little bit authoritative.

Rick was all shades of being good in a bad way.

“Fuck me like your whore, Rick,” I pleaded with my eyes. The lust was obvious.

“Your wish is my command, your majesty.” We both giggled, and that was the beginning of the end.

He had taken his time to journey with his tongue, accomplished with his fingers all over my body. Starting from my hair to licking my ears, muttering some incomprehensible gibberish into it, which in turn made me shiver. Quiver. Goosebumps finding their way to my skin, he was good. It's been a while since I felt this way.

I had wanted to reciprocate the gestures, but Rick was my type of man. “Relax, Anne, take a chill pill.”

He made for my breast, my pink nipples now fully erect and staring into space. He fondled it a bit, making me let out a soft moan, the third in a minute. The caressing gave way for his tongue to do the rest, and while on it, his fingers found their way into my already moist area; my pussy was already yielding for his touch, but Rick was just taking his time.

A finger went in first, sliding in and sliding out. Then a second, in a clockwise position. It wasn't giving him what he wanted; he slid them out, giving me my juice to lick as I was already dropping, and his bedsheets flooded. I loved the scent of my pussy.

He inserted the finger, which he had once buried, into my mouth. Gagging me to lick all, which I did. He then held my throat, and for a minute or two, I felt darkness.

He held it with his right and returned his left to my pussy, fingering as he repeatedly entered and exited my body with two fingers, maintaining a consistent motion back and forth, like a piercing or probing action that doesn't stop completely at any point but rather moves in and out rhythmically. It was a sweet type of torture.

My moans and groans filled the room. I was breathing in and out so profusely, and when I finally opened my eyes after he had let go of me, I could see his eyes, scary. But I loved it.

“Turn over; let me show you how to deal with a bad girl like you,” he ordered. Getting up to his feet and releasing his belt from the belt loop, and like a slave who was at the mercy of his master, I obeyed. Save for my bra, the gown I wore, which was skimpy, was raised up earlier for easy access to my pussy, and now, I had to remove it from my body, throwing it somewhere I don't know in the room, while turning and positioning my ass for his penetration from the back. I was in my birthday suit, totally naked, and waiting for him to undress.

“Thwack!!”

“Thwack!!!!”

I closed my eyes in painful pleasure as the leather landed on my ass. He then smiled, hitting his dick on my ass like one knocking at the door, awaiting a response before he goes in, but I'm all his. He needed no approval as he gently pushed his dick into my already awaiting pussy.

“Fuccccck,” he groaned. Hit me with his left palm once more on the left side of my ass as he started thrusting in, slowly but in a locomotive motion. He then placed a pillow under my stomach to support my positioning, held my waist, pinning it to the pillow, and continued thrusting like a dog having his first session of breeding.

“Oooh, awwwwn, ohhh,” my moans, once again, filled the room, and thank goodness he had a soundproof door; his neighbor might come knocking, thinking something was wrong with the way I was shouting and moaning.

“Tuwah” that was the sound my ass produced when his palms landed on it. He had pinned me to the bed, my ass right in front of him as he fucked me like I have never been fucked.

Each thrust of his produced a different moan soundtrack. The penetration was rapid, fierce and intense. He was hitting the right place. My G-spot.

“God! I'm Cumminggg Rick!”

“No bitch! Don't cum into I say so” he then switched position, my left leg and thigh on the bed, my right raised up to rest on his shoulder, while he on his end had an easier access to my pussy. I was dripping. The part of the bedsheets was already flooded. I have never felt that way in many years.

We kept on fucking, I kept on releasing fluids upon fluids on his cock. He paused. Inserted his fingers and fingered me so hard, ruthlessly massaging my clitoris. This made me want to jump out of my skin. The intensity was too much and the pleasure they accompanied it was amazing.

“FUCKKKKKKK RICK!!!” I shouted. Getting hold of the bedsheets. He sat down smiling at me, his droppings were so whitish and thick.

“Do you feel good?”