Cum Down to Eat

They were woken the following morning by a soft knock on Dean's door.

"Bean? Are you awake? Is Tink in there with you?" Carol was outside of the door.

They woke up in a sleepy haze. It took them a second to realize what was happening.

"Oh shit. It's mom," Dean said.

"Don't panic. Let me handle it," Sarah said.

She got out of bed, put on one of Dean's T-shirts, and opened the door.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hi. Did you sleep in there last night?" she asked.

"We were watching a movie, and I must have fallen asleep."

"Oh. Okay. Will you be coming down for breakfast? I made French toast," Carol said.

Dean came up behind his sister. "Yum. You know how much I love French toast. We will be right down," Dean said.

"Okay. Don't take long. I don't want you to eat cold food."

"Sure thing, Mom," Sarah said.

Carol walked down the hall, and Dean shut the door behind her.

"Holy shit. You are an excellent liar, Tink."

"It's a blessing and a curse. We should get breakfast and bring it up here and eat. Have a little breakfast in bed."

"I would love to eat breakfast off your body. Maybe a little maple syrup off your..."

He reached around her and put his hand between her legs. He began to rub her slowly.

"Please don't start me up. I thought we said we were done as of last night," she said.

"I didn't know that included all touching or teasing. I thought that meant we couldn't fuck anymore."

"You still want to be able to touch each other?" she asked.

"I just don't think I can be around you and not. You can?"

She leaned her back against him and let him continue to rub her. She had her eyes closed. "I am not sure I can either."

He put his hand down the front of her pants. He started to rub her clit. He ran his finger along her already moist slit.

He groaned and whispered in her ear. "Tell me to stop."

Her eyes rolled back, and her hips started to rock slowly. "Stop."

"Do you really want me to stop?"

"No. I want more," she whispered back.

He swept her hair to the side and kissed her neck. He stuck the tip of his finger in her and swirled it around. She moaned. He stuck it deeper into her. He slid it back and forth. She was getting hot and wet.

"More."

He now had two inside of her. "Is this what you want, dear sister? Do you like it when my big fat fingers touch you here?" He asked in a husky voice as his finger curled up and pressed against her g-spot.

"Oh, my God. Why do you do this to me?"

"Because you love it and asked me to," he said, running the tip of his tongue up his neck, stopping at her ear. "Tell me what you want, my sweet little baby sister."

"More," she breathed out. "Please."

"Anything you want, Tink. You know I worship you."

He now had three of his fingers deep inside of her. The pleasure building in her pussy caused her to start gyrating, her hips grinding hard against his hand.

"Your cunt is sucking my fingers in. Are you going to come hard for me?" he whispered in her ear. "I want to give you pleasure like no one else can."

She shuddered. He grabbed her breast with his free hand. He squeezed.

"Ohh. Ahh. I love it when you play with my tits. Pinch my nipples."

He nibbled on her ear, pinched her nipple, and aggressively started to move his fingers in and out of her. He jabbed them deep into her, then he would pull them till they were just about out, and then he would slam them back up into her.

"Oh, Bean. Yes." The intensity of pleasure she was feeling was almost painful. The feeling building in her stomach, the throbbing of her clit, the desire to come was overwhelming.

"You're starting to soak my hand." His husky, low voice escaped from his lips as he kept nibbling on her ear.

She arched her back against his chest, his fingers buried deep inside of her, she grinded rhythmically as his fingers slid back and forth. She bucked her hips. "I'm coming, Bean; please go faster, harder. Fuck yes."

The smell of sex from last night still filled the air. He inhaled her sweet scent coming from between her legs. He moved his hand until he felt a rush of hot liquid release from deep inside her walls, the cum spilling out of her. Her walls clenched around his thick fingers, now sticky with her love juice.

"That's it, Tink. Coat my hand, my fingers. I will lick them clean when you're done," Dean said.

She craned her head, and he kissed her. He slowed his pace and then withdrew his hand from her pajama pants, and he licked his fingers just like he said he would.

"Sweet like candy. I love the way you taste."

"I know." She gave him a wide smile. "You tell me every chance you get to taste me."

"I want to fuck you. I am so hard right now," he said.

"We need to go downstairs for breakfast."

"Please. I won't take long, trust me." He pouted at her.

"How can I deny you?" she said, running her hands on his chest.

"You can say no."

She shimmied out of her pants and kicked them off. She climbed up on the bed, her ass facing him; she presented her backside to him and opened her legs; her little pussy was peeking out, inviting him to enter her.

He dropped his shorts to the floor. He came up behind her and rubbed the head of his throbbing cock along her soft, slick folds.

"Fuck," he growled.

They both made a groaning noise when he entered her. His gigantic cock filled her cunt. Her walls hugged him tight. He had to inch his way in till he was buried to the hilt. It still amazed him how her little body took him in. The female body was amazing. Her body was amazing.

"You are so fucking perfect."

He took hold of her hips and started to slowly fuck her. It reminded him of when she had come to console him after his breakup with Allison. How he had her from behind on the floor.

"You're still so fucking tight even after you came for me that hard. Guess my fingers weren't enough for your hungry, naughty pussy. It needs my cock."

"It craves you. That's why my body swallows it whole. Fuck." She tossed her head back, and her blonde hair covered her back, the smell of her shampoo filling his nose.

Her words made him throb inside of her. He was going to have to release soon.

"This feels so good. Why didn't we start doing this sooner? I can't stop doing this. I will want to fuck you every time I see you," she said.

He sped up his pace. She rocked back and forth, meeting his thrusts halfway to gain the deepest possible penetration. The lewd wet sounds of her pussy juice was making his balls contract tight up against his body.

"I know. I feel the same way. Oh God. I love you, and I love your cock. Please go faster. Please," she cried out, praying her parents were across the house and couldn't hear her.

His pace was speeding up. He couldn't believe how much he loved fucking her. All those years, they were so close. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Don't Stop. Fuck. Don't Stop, Bean." She slammed her ass into his hips.

Smack, smack, smack filled the room. He closed his eyes and let out a loud guttural groan, and dug his fingers into her hips. A rumble formed in his chest, his muscles seized, and he gave her one last hard slam. His hot cum spilled into her womb. She released against her walls, spasming and milking his cock. He twitched with her walls wildly.

She looked behind her to see the look of ecstasy on his face. His eyes closed tight, his mouth open, his cheeks were flushed, and small beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead. He looked sexy as fuck.

"I fucking love you," she said.

"I fucking love you more."

"I felt you get rock hard even before you came. Why did you have your eyes closed? You weren't thinking of someone else, were you?"

"I was thinking about something that happened years ago."

He pulled out of her, and he immediately missed the feeling of her pussy wrapped around him. He doesn't think he can ever get enough of her.

She let out a little whimper. She felt empty. She collapsed onto the bed, and he lay beside her. "How many years ago?" she asked.

"We were teenagers. We were out by the pool on the rattan couch, and you were trying to pin me down and tickle me. You mounted me, your legs so short that they barely made it over my thighs... He trailed off.

"Hmm. Oh, I remember. I started rubbing my pussy against you. Just thinking about it makes me wet." She thought about it at times. Except in her mind, she didn't stop.

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her. "You did it on purpose?"

"I was 14. I was starting to become really interested in sex, Big Brother. I saw something on a Porno, and I wanted to see if it felt as good as she was making it look. So, I did."

"And you thought you would try it on me?"

"I could have tried it on Eric."

He cringed. "No, that's okay. I didn't mind." He played with a piece of her long blonde hair. "So, did it feel good, Tink?"

"It felt fucking amazing. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to rub you till I came, just like the girl in the video. I went to my room and rubbed up against a pillow until I felt my pussy spasm. It was my first real orgasm," she said with a smile.

"Can I be honest with you?" Dean asked.

"Of course. We should always be honest with each other. We love each other, don't we?"

"I went to the pool house, and I cranked one out. No pillow involved. I came so fucking hard I thought my legs were going to give out."

"Really? Did you want me to stop? Would you have let me go longer?" she asked.

"I would prefer not to answer that question."

She giggled. "It's okay. You just did."

He blushed hard. His face was burning. He would have loved to let her go longer. He would have creamed his bathing suit. He remembered how he became stiff when she was wiggling around on his lap and how hard he was by the end when she stopped riding him dry.

She got up off the bed, and he followed.

"Now, before Mom returns to see what is taking us so long, we need to go down to eat." She bent over to pick up her pants.

"I would love to go down and eat." He dropped to his knees, grabbed her ass, and pulled her to his face, and he was now licking her from behind. His tongue ran from her clit to her asshole. He flicked it with his tongue, and she shuddered in his hands.

"Holy fuck, Bean. Oh, you know how much I love when you lick me like that." She put her hands on her knees and pressed her ass against his face, and started to grind on his mouth.

He stopped. "Hey, Tink"

She let out a disappointed groan. "What?"

"I didn't want you to stop that day. I would have let you continue. I was young and horny."

"I wish I knew. Maybe I wouldn't have spent the next six years feeling guilty that I wanted to fuck my brother," she said. "Bean?"

"What?" He gave her a couple more long strokes with his tongue.

"Did you ever think of me like that? Before all this happened. When you weren't just young and horny."

His face fell in disappointment. He didn't want to have a conversation; he just wanted to lick up the mix of their pleasure. "Didn't I already answer that question?"

"Maybe. If you did, can you say it again?" she asked.

"I would prefer not to answer that question."

"Really? How old were you ?"

"Why do you keep harping on the subject? Can't I just eat your pussy in peace?"

"Tell me, or I am not going to let you." She looked over her shoulder. "Ever again."

He took a deep breath. "After that day, I thought about it every now and then."

"Every now and when?" she said with a coy smile, her ass still in front of his face.

"Sarah, come on."

"Get off your knees. We're done."

She went to move away, but he held her hips in place.

"Okay. You were 15 the first time I looked at you like a woman, not my sister. BUT, I never would have acted on it, and I never planned to," he confessed.

She turned around and sat down.

"Hey. I answered your question."

She looked into his eyes; he was still on his knees.

"When do you fall in love with me?" she asked.

"The day you were born." He took her hands in his and kissed them.

"When did you know you were in love with me?"

"I have always had deep, intense feelings for you. I really can't nail down a specific time." He looked at her beautiful face. "What about you, Tink? Are you even in love with me at all?"

"You know I love you. I tell you all the time. I, too, have always had intense feelings for you. If I didn't, I would have never given you my virginity."

She raised her legs and put them around his neck, causing him to bow down to her. "Give me one more orgasm before you go eat food."

"I'll give you as many as you want. You're better than french toast."

"I love you, Bean."

"I love you too. More than you will ever know."

He put his hot mouth on her still-dripping pussy. After their conversation, she came quickly. Then, she finally convinced him to get dressed and go downstairs