33 A Taboo Act I (R-18)

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I get goosebumps as her nails gently scratch my scalp. She kisses my forehead and presses me into her breasts. "Just holding you make me so..." She doesn't finish as I feel her tremble slightly. She shifts under me and wraps her legs around my waist. She slowly grinds her lower parts against mine as we are still clothed. The tightness in my PJs is ridiculous. It's painful keeping it stuffed in there. There is only so much elasticity in a pair of PJs. We both begin to breathe deeply as the grinding on each other continues to increase.

I have joined in matching her motion, and a pity in my stomach forms. I'm dry humping with my sister. I try to regain rational thought, but her pheromones quickly dissipate it. Her hands leave my hair and explore the abdomen. The feeling of her hands on my body sends electricity through me. "Jess..." All I can say is her name. At the sound of her name, she kisses me deeply, and I can feel the emotion and passion in it. She grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls it off. Once off, I see the deep blush on her face and cloudy eyes.

Her plump chest rises and falls with every breath she takes. I can see her nipples through her shirt. She isn't wearing a bra. She slowly raises her arms, and I get the message. I grab the bottom of her shirt and pull it off her. Her boobs wave as the support of the shirt disappears. I can't help staring at them. They have perfect fullness and are perky. She grabs my hands and guides my hands to them. I lay my palms on her nipples as her breasts fill the space between my finger. I unconsciously squeeze them, and she releases a loud moan, and they form in pattern to my movement.

Her head looks down and sees my bulge trying to get free from my PJs, and it's pressing against her leg. I pinch her nipples gently to see her reaction, and she throws her head back. It makes my rod twitch. "It's so much more sensitive than normal..." It's probably due to the traits of the Arn Zael race. I feel her hand grip my rod through my PJs. I release a deep grunt as she plays with it through my clothes. "You are as big as in my dreams... Maybe even bigger..." My pleasure swells hearing that. I get back on track, and I lower my face in front of her left nipple.

I kiss it a few times, wondering if it feels good for her. Every time I make contact, she releases a little squeal of pleasure. I decide to suck on it, and that causes her to wrap around me hard. "Take off your PJs..." I listen and quickly remove my PJs. All that left is my underwear. She moves my underwear out of the way, and it smacks her thigh. She grips it. Not able to fully do so with one hand. "Remove mine for me..." I obey and quickly remove her PJs. I look down at her as all she has is panties on. Her blond hair spread everywhere, matching mine.

I no longer need commands, and I remove her panties for her. I slowly caress her lower lips, unsure of how to treat them. "It's okay to be a little rough, baby bro..." A rush of adrenaline hits me, and I attack her clit with my index and middle finger. She lets go of my rod and covers her face as I move my hand side to side and up and down. Her legs start shaking like crazy, and her body does the same. She releases a scream and buries my face in her boobs.

I feel her heart racing and as I remove my hand. Her breathing levels out and slows down. "I'm ready for the best part..." She unsticks her body from mine and grabs my rod. She lines it up at her entrance, and I feel my tip massage her entrance. "Remember, if you don't pull out... I'll get pregnant..." I nod my head understanding, but it'll be hard to if she wraps her legs around my waist trapping me. I know this is a taboo act, but I don't care anymore. All I can do is hope that I don't drown too deep in pleasure and actually pull out. It's already hard to think this much.