Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereHe pushed her back till she was laying flat, and started slow, steady thrust. His hands moved over her body, teasing her nipples, and rubbing her clitoris. His mouth sucked on her neck, and then her ear lobe. He felt her legs wrap around his ass, pushing him into her more. Her hands were on his back, and he felt her nails digging into his skin.
She whispered, "Faster. Fuck me faster."
Hearing those words come from her mouth set him on fire. He started thrusting into her harder, faster. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but wanted his first time, their first time, to be spacial. He wanted them to cum together. He took hold of her shoulders, and thrust harder, and deeper, and faster.
"Oh,oh, I'm about to cum," she screamed.
Suddenly she tensed up, held him tight.As he felt her start to cum, he quickly bought his lips to hers, and as they kissed, shot his load deep inside her. Feeling another build up inside of himself, he thrust as deep into her as he could, and filled her up with another flood of cum.
A wave of emotion over came them both, sending them soaring into bliss. As they came back down to earth, they slowed their movements, and finally stopped.
Chad rolled over, pulling Chrissie on top of them, being careful not to exit her yet. He wanted to stay inside her as long as possible. Gradually their breath, and heart rate returned to normal, and his deflated cock slipped out of his sisters pussy.
Neither one of them spoke, for no words were needed between them. They knew what the other was thinking. As they laid there in each others arms, Chad thanked god for giving him such a spacial sister.
Finally Chad said, "You know, I was wrong before."
Chrissie raised herself up slightly, so she could gaze into her brothers eyes. "Oh?" she asked. "Wrong about what?
Chad smiled and replied, "About us being one with each other. I was wrong when I said it earlier."
Chrissie pulled back from him with a hurt expression on her face.
"Don't worry love." He assured her. "I was wrong then, because I now know the truth. That now we are one, and we will never be alone. No matter where we go from here. You will always be in my heart, and in my soul. We are the original soul-mates."
With a small cry, she leaned forward for a kiss. "I really do love you brother."
"Well, I certainly hope so, my sister."
And the young lovers lips met.
- COMMENTS
half a story (and this was less than half) is worse than no story at all either finish what you started, find someone that will or delete all stories. stop wasting our time and the sites space on unfinished stories.
cant believe the storyline was great and the plot wasnt driven perfect pace 10 / 10
good story if they really love each other then when she gets her car they should pack and run away together and at the end of the first day together call thier parents and tell them they will only come home if they will not be seperated ever keep up the good writing
Don't lead us to belive that it is over with them. Everyone loves a happy ending to a good story.Do not woory about the spelling, punctuation, etc. You are not competing for an Emmy, you are just writing a story for our enjoyment. Keep the story going.
Enjoyed the story, and I hope you are going to continue with the plot.
This was so enjoyable - thank you, K.
Editing is easy on most computer, and does make such a difference.
So - more, even better, please.
Lukas
...and I don't know that you need to go to the extreme of getting it edited and re-posted. It was readable as it was, but a couple of the commenters were just making a point that's frequently made on Lit--even if you do use SpellCheck (which writers who are at all uncertain about their spelling--nothing to be ashamed of--certainly should do!), it still won't catch the kind of error in which a correctly-spelled (and perhaps even correct-sounding) word doesn't fit the use to which it's put.
Examples here included "privet school," where "private school" was intended (a "privet" is an ornamental garden shrub used in a hedge), "your" (possessive, meaning it belongs to you) where "you're" (contraction of "you are") was meant, and the like. I noted three or four similar errors--not so many that they interfered with the enjoyment of a hot story--but just enough that some of your readers thought they were worth drawing to your attention.
Believe me, nobody would bother pointing them out to you at all if they thought your story wasn't worth the bother, or if they thought you were such a poor writer that you wouldn't care. YOUR story was worth the effort, and YOU'RE indeed a talented writer!