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| Hands on his shoulders, I watch him guide his seemingly huge erection between my legs The siblings in the manga are fucking for the first time I chew my bottom lip, taste cherry lipgloss, rock my hips minutely and turn the page For a moment he doesn't say anything I can smell the heat of my arousal, my sex, and I am both ashamed and further aroused by this Her brother is pressed into her, one arm around her chest and the other inside his sister's dainty little panties, fingering her dainty little pussy Finally, desperate to get to cock, I break the kiss, ducking my head trying to see what my hands are doing He is grunting with each stroke and his moist balls are nudging my chin His pubic hair tickles my nose and the scent of him is so strong here, so sweet that I never want to let go I dodge him twice but he finally crowds me up against the counter and takes my mouth again I am too excited, too needy, too wanting stay on the stool I lean forward on the low stool, bowing my head a bit, feeling vulnerable in a way I do not normally feel vulnerable I sigh in pleasure at the feel, the taste, the smell of him "God, Yui, you look so fuckable like that I do not answer him with words; instead I hold the manga where he can see it "Stay like that Then Yuki presses into me again and all thoughts, all fears, simply cease to have importance My ears are below my knees in this position, but, lucky for Yuki, I am nothing if not flexible I feel the thick pulse and twitch of him inside me and I know that his spunk is spilling high, sweet and thick I breathe through my nose, touching the erotic images in light little circles The comically hopeful, needy expression on his face is easy to read I smile reflexively, unable not to, all cat-with-cream at the tingling in my tummy, but I make no effort to follow the conversation Momentarily impressed, I try to mound them up more I laugh He presses back, fighting me gently, controlling me easily and my climax spills through me, unraveling me in a single moment of pleasure that stretches on endlessly " Easy for him to say, he is dressed " His flexing hips make his cock sway gently Yuki wrecking my braids, playing his nails against my scalp, and me breathing the dried-in-the-sunshine smell of his jeans and beneath that, the spice of his skin No one will see me " Yuki's voice is hoarse He is so erect that were it not for the thick weightiness of his penis he would almost be touching his belly button "Why are you whispering?" Yuki counters and his fingers start drawing soft little lines of fire on my mounded up breasts My doubled over position succeeds in pressing my puss more tightly against the warm stool and I hear myself make a tiny, involuntary noise I look at him, breath still shallow, and I can feel my own heated flush warming the air around me Their voices fade from my awareness, casually, without any effort on my part I feel the flesh of his scrotum tighten, drawing, preparing Tangy "Put your hands on my shoulders," he orders and I do it If I put something in your mouth you suck it In a rush of movement that is both fluid and frantic Yuki is on his knees, eyes gone to wild, his hands tugging the waistband of my shorts All I can see are his eyes, his black, black eyes Spooked, adrenaline making me weak and a bit clumsy, I reach for my shirt I am so full of him My hands flutter helplessly Sweet I laugh, flicking a tiny brown nipple with my middle finger and bend to press a quick kiss on the slippery head of his cock Rubbing my cheek against his leg, like a cat scent marking him, I cannot help wishing it were smooth, warm skin touching my face instead slightly rough denim The person whom he is speaking with is completely unaware of my presence behind the high counter, so I sit quietly, invisible to the world I look at him, eyes wide, head static-y with a naked-in-public sort of near-panic Yuki-induced arousal vibrates constantly through my nervous system and in this moment it hums a bit closer to the surface, but doesn't quite tumble from sweet-touch to fuck-me-lust, so we stay that way He is thrusting his hips in earnest, fucking my mouth with intensifying force She is standing, wearing only panties, with her back pressed against the front of him He puts right hand on my breasts and alternating, kneads them with a touch that would be painful under different circumstances, but now, hot and wanting, the rough handling only heightens my pleasure It is Tuesday god, don't look at me like that I tug wet fistfuls of Yuki's hair, my body pulling, trying to bow, pressing my thin legs into the hard muscles of his arms I suck it reflexively "They look like us," he says Eagerly I start to slide off the stool, onto my knees, but Yuki stops me Even invisible I suddenly feel very naked I hear their voices, Yuki's and the customer who exists, not in my world, but only on the other side of the counter, but it is a distant nattering on I am making tiny little kitten noises, little catches, mewls Looking down, I realize I am unintentionally framing my breasts, bunching up the little fleshy pads and forcing them into something close to cleavage I bend toward the dark red flesh of his cock, fascinated by the flutter and pulse of it "Take it off "What if someone comes in?" I breathe the question, still looking at the high gentle curves of my breasts that my position, not nature, has created I widen my stance and bend at the waist, bending until my knees are over my head Yuki laughs at something the customer says and even though I am distracted by the manga I am looking at, his laughter rides through my body like a knowledgeable hand The frog-like position forces my weeping pussy against the wooden seat and helpless to resist, I rock my hips, masturbating myself against the hard surface "What are you looking at?" I do not know when Yuki's customer left, but he is looking down at me with black eyes, intense, speaking directly to me, so I know no one else is in the store Bent at the waist, I am fighting simultaneous urges to reach inside my sports bra and wring my itchy little nipples and stick my middle finger as deep into me as deep as I can reach Sister is now on her knees, wrapping both hands around her brother's artistically exaggerated cock and she is trying to suck all that hard flesh into her round little mouth I am not sure if he is in pleasure or pain, I only know that he is riding me and using me and his cock is filling my cunt so full He buries himself in me repeatedly, trying to go deeper, as if he is trying to burrow out the other side I burrow further between his legs trying to reach that smooth, sensitive strip of flesh between balls and anus To be honest, I am too fascinated by the hentai manga I am looking at to pay attention to what seems to be an oral recap of the Momoyama Period and Oda Nobunaga's role in unifying Central Japan Licking the dried sweat from my earlier run off of my skin, he hums noises, male and animal, against my throat He shakes his head, smiling playfully, trying to charm me I am invisible my insides knot He is coated with my juices and even as we watch, I am creaming for him, oozing with excitement When Yuki comes up for air, I pant, desire-weak, leaning my bare sweaty back against the cabinet door "Little sister We lick and bite and suck each other, only our mouths touching " Yuki laughs against my skin, his lips trailing down my neck The shorts land on the old black and white tile floor, looking naughty and vividly red Yuki follows me, trying to recapture my mouth With his left hand, he effortlessly unbuttons the fly of his Levis and after pushing both jeans and boxers down to his knees, he sits back on his heels taking himself in hand I lick my lips and taste myself and I taste good little sister I hesitate only for a heartbeat, eyeing Yuki and his quivering erection The engorged flesh pulses and all but writhes at the touch of my lips In the position I am in, legs spread, knees raised, I am completely open to him I catch his tongue and he tastes like ginger and pussy He is hard, angry-hot, and oozing clear drops of fluid He makes no move to touch me and I am suddenly discomfited by how exposed I am All that matters is the taste of his skin, the feel of his cock high and hard inside me and the fact that soon he will spill his cum into my womb Please " He tells me, voice gruff, as lost in the moment as I am Yuki withdraws and we both look down to watch the fat head of his cock cleaving the plump lips of my sex The screeching of the stool's legs startles me, making me tense, tightening me around him " He chants, pushing his cock into my willing mouth over and over " He is grinning I press my face into the sweat-glossed skin at the base of his neck, tongue tasting the smooth skin there and if anything on earth is more erotic than the taste of him, I do not know what it is Unsure more with the situation than with Yuki, my shoulders are hunched, my wrist crossed somewhat bashfully in front of my slippery little puss I want you to just bend over and suck it He smells like musk and spice I am shamed, yes, but at the same time I want nothing more than to slide my fingers up the leg of my shorts and explore my own creaming cunt The black ink is very black against off-white paper and the blood relationship between the characters is sweetly obvious, to me anyway, because of the physical similarities in their appearance "You are all hard little nipples and tight, wet little pussy," he whispers, watching his flesh merge into mine, his arms jacking my legs higher still, positioning me for his thrusts The paper is thick and cool against the pads of my fingers My greedy hands are pressing against the denim over his erect flesh and he is pressing back with almost violent little jerks of his hips My pussy looks so tiny in comparison, like I can't take him, but I know the fragile pink membranes will stretch and his swollen cock will disappear inside me and he will stuff himself, his cum, far up into my womb Aroused, my skin shrinks "Yeah, well you're not naked," I say, charmed but not wanting to be My fingers are fisted in his rough-silk hair and they are damp Yuki grabs my wrist Then he is kissing me without touching me and squatting behind that counter, he is invisible now, like me With my arms around his shoulders and my legs riding the crook of his elbows, he plows into me with the sound of wet, slapping sex and wood scraping across tile The light is dim and there is a look of fierce intenseness on Yuki's face, in his eyes Yuki fucks me on that low stool behind the counter in the Magic Peach Bookstore Unable to stop myself, I squirm a tiny bit, widening my legs just enough so that the seam in my running short's built-in panty stimulates the damp flesh between my legs But is the disparity in their sizes that causes me to shift on my hard perch Moaning in adoration, in appreciation, I try to take him into my throat making him moan "It seems like I should whisper when I am naked in a public place " A little frantically Yuki is arranging my body to his satisfaction I am one month and 13 days into my eighteenth year and I am sitting on a wooden stool that is so low that my knees are higher than my hips Stretching my mouth wide, I take as much of his satiny hardness into my mouth as I can Huge difference," I say and in the next breath try not to swallow my tongue because Yuki, still grinning, is wiggling his finger into my dewy slit My hips are rocking of their own accord and the need to have him hilted inside me is so fierce that I think I might just go insane if he doesn't fuck me now He looks beautiful and frightening and very much like salvation from this demon of lust that is eating me alive Yuki is moaning, cupping my head, holding me to him with one hand while the other squeezes the lean muscles of my back and maps the tiny bumps of my spine with increasingly frantic motions My twin brother, Yuki, is standing beside me talking to a customer " Slave to his touch, I widen my stance, uncrossing my wrists to give him better access to my body I stare up at him, disoriented, my mouth in a spit-shiny "O" Yuki makes a noise, part moan, part grunt, roughly rubbing my slick little lips, he slides his thumb into my mouth I sigh in pleasure and something high inside my womb softens still further, liquefying for his touch The manga is called "4U" and the pages of carefully drawn images are beautiful and nasty I hold onto his hips, my fingers fretting against tight muscle, thumbs worrying his hipbones A little mew of need, quickly stifled The girl looks small and hungry Withdrawing fingers coated with my sticky cream, Yuki rubs them with his thumb, smearing the gooey spend as if testing its consistency The thin fabric is darkening with my juice and clings to my dampening flesh, outlining my sex perfectly He is kissing me like he is trying to crawl inside me, making my brainwaves scatter and I keep forgetting what I am doing Still looking at his fingers, he reaches out and paints the bow of my mouth with my own juices He is close enough that I can feel the body heat radiating off of him and for no better reason than the fact that he is that close to me, I lean my head against him My lips brush sticky kisses on Yuki's cock I am surrounded by the sawdust smell of books, pine cleaner and the sweet candy scent of the new magazines And then he is leaning over me, stretching me as he pushes deeper and deeper and deeper He hammers into me, making my little breast jiggle and my back hit the cabinet with a hollow boom When I can retain enough oxygen to speak, I say, voice low and rough even to my own ears, "I want you inside me like he is inside her on page twenty-three "No, I want to come inside here I've defeated the belt buckle, but the tight damp fabric and metal buttons over his erection are defeating me Yuki looks at the manga for a long ten count and then sets it on the shelf beneath the counter I raise my bottom so he can slip the red nylon down my legs "God, little sister, you do that so right squeezing and stroking Teasing me with his stiffness and heat, Yuki rubs the glossy folds of my sex before he pushes himself into me "No He squats down in front of me and I can see a faint flush across his cheeks I wiggle on the stool, my pussy soft, my swelling labia pushing against and puffing around the seam of nylon fabric that is pushing high into my crevice I do not purr when Yuki's long fingers worm their way into my pigtails, calluses catching on the odd thread of hair, but my breath does hitch in a small, mostly silent, little hum that rumbles low in my throat I lick his fat balls, gently mouthing them within their tight sack and pulling them into my mouth The distant high voltage hum of life, separated from my bare parts by a wooden counter and a glass door, suddenly doesn't seem very distant at all My legs are spread and the violent pink slit between them is shiny and swollen and flowering open in an erotically lewd invitation " I bob up and down on his cock, my lips catching on the flare of the head, sucking and suckling, trying to milk his cum into my mouth " I nod because I can't speak He whispers something against my shoulder, something I do not understand because I am deafened by my own heartbeat It is Tuesday I am breathing in shallow puffs, flexing my pussy muscles and continuing to rock my hips in tiny little movements Yuki cleans his fingers in his mouth, giving me lots of eye contact, and then he is kissing me, lapping at my mouth Behind the counter of the Magic Peach Bookstore, I am naked and sitting on a low stool that puts my knees higher than my hips With a guttural sound, Yuki pulls my head toward his cock, his hands impatient I inhale the tang of Yuki and me and the sexy smell of our hot bodies rubbing, mixing, together Touch is my drug of choice and, right or wrong, touching Yuki is as necessary, and as instinctive, to me as breathing Breathing in quick shallow little pants, we both watch as he slides one finger, then two up inside me and we watch those same fingers slide back out, slick and wet Yuki smiles tightly, nostrils frilling, voice like gravel, "I've taught you well, baby I am one month and 13 days into my eighteenth year I do not hesitate Like a light coming on in the dark, exposing me, I realize I am in a public place and that at any moment the silver bell over the door could jingle and there would be three of us in the room and I would be the only one naked "Because, I am naked in a bookstore My tank top and bra are not even over my head before Yuki's hot mouth is sucking on my stiff little nipples Blood rises, with heat, to the surface of my skin in a flush that I feel everywhere "There's no one in here and you have been naked in public before He fucks me rough and hard and sweet Taking the swollen head into my mouth, I lap his precum-greedy-and burrow my tongue into his hole looking for more His teeth worry them, his tongue bathes them At my back, warm where my shoulders rest against it, the wooden structure is like a fortress I watch him, panting, my fingers griping the edge of the stool as if I will fall off the world if I let go "Almost naked, you perv, I have been almost naked I am worrying my lower lip with my teeth and fighting all sorts of urges that involve taking my clothes off Yuki is watching me, eyes bright, pressing the ridge of his erection through his clothes " Yuki dips a finger in my bellybutton and my tummy quivers I flex my jaws and tongue the ridge of flesh along the underside of the shaft "Oh, yes," I breathe, leaning forward, reaching out to the cock he offers me My nipples are worried bright pink and wet with spit from my brother's mouth The hand Yuki has buried in the hair on the back of my head tightens, immobilizing me "Almost naked, then," he says, his finger working slowly, fucking me sweetly Though painless, the noise distracts me I lean forward on the stool, into the kiss, trying to convey without words how much I want him right at that moment The pages slip across my fingertips like a caress, making goosebumps tickle down my shoulders His arms remain wrapped around his legs, as he squats flat-footed in front of me, eating salt off my body "Yes," I repeat, stroking the soft skin, rubbing my fingertips through the stringy pre-cum and bringing those same fingertips, trailing gossamer strands of his lubrication, to my mouth, sucking my fingers clean with loving enthusiasm My sheath tightens around his cock as he rides me with short discordant thrusts, slowing him, milking him until his arms tighten as if he will re-shape me and he comes I am fumbling with the huge All-Around Cowboy belt buckle Yuki bought off of eBay and tugging the button fly of his jeans, trying with great urgency to push or pull buttons in the right sequence to open his pants He hooks his arms under my legs, forcing my slippery sex to the very edge of the stool I do not know if the sweat is his or mine, or a sweet combination of us both Yuki's tongue laves my collarbone, dipping inside the neckline of my top I smell our sweat and our sex and still, I smell books Yuki kneels between my open legs, gliding his index finger in and out My narrow body is full to bursting, my limbs heavy, my belly tight, wanton with lust, with need, with want The stubby-pigtailed girl and her brother remind me so forcibly of me and Yuki that arousal, always simmering, spills through me, scalding hot, making my tummy feel full and tight Just when I am certain he is going to feed his sweet cum into my mouth, he uses his grip in my hair to pull me off his cock then he smiles a wicked smile that makes things low in my tummy go all hot and liquid " the heel of his palm presses firmly into my tummy, over my womb, and an ache so sweetly painful that for an instant I stop breathing suffuses me, "not your mouth |
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