She knew she should stop. She shouldn’t push it.
“Was I there?” Hannah heard pass her lips. Why did she ask a question she didn’t want answered?
He nodded.
Fuck.
She felt her mouth begin to water. She remembered how he felt inside it, muscle memory recalling the shape of his crown as it slide across her tongue. She remembered his taste.
“Did we… do… anything?”
It was as easy as that. If he said no, it’s not like any boundary has been crossed. Unlike herself.
Please say no. Please say no.
Scottie turned to her, taking in his sister barely above, who only moments ago was beneath him, begging to be fucked.
He wondered if this Hannah looked the same way naked as the other. Did she feel the same if he touched her? Or, if she touched him? Just as quickly as the thought struck him, he tried to banish it. This was the real Hannah. His Hannah. His… The thought lingered.
Here was his sister, standing over him as he sat without an inch of clothing on. She must be aware of how her breathing had deepened. How her lips just barely parted to catch her labored breath. Those lips which he now knew how they felt against his own. How they moved against his skin. And how they parted when taking his cock into her mouth.
He felt himself starting to grow hard but somehow welcomed it.
“Scottie,” he heard her say again. “Did we?”
There was a sense of desperation in her voice. Or maybe hesitation? Or both?
He looked up to her face but found she wasn’t focused on him. Or rather, all of her attention was on his erection, feebly being hidden by his hands. Scottie could see that smoldering look behind her eyes start to grow once more. Yet, he knew now that he was mistaken, for it wasn’t anger that fueled the fire in her eyes. It was lust.
“… yes,” was all he said.
His words seemed to hang in the air, both siblings knowing what was implied. But between the two, Hannah’s frustrations were kept only to her. While her brother satiated his needs, his sister had been left wanting.
In a sudden move, she pushed his shoulder hard making him fall back onto the bed, arms swinging wide, abandoning modesty for stability. Hannah’s eyes darted down, locking onto his cock, her brother’s cock, in the open and oh, how it throbbed.
He was as hard as she was wet, and his cock looked harder than steel.
Scottie bounced back on the bed, landing firm and raising up on his elbows in time to see Hannah moving toward him. She moved with determination, removing her bra, shorts and panties without ceremony.
“Hannah, what are you-“
“Shut up,” she said as she crawled up onto the bed fully naked and straddling his hips.
She grabbed his erect dick and rubbed it against her soaking lips, smearing their juices together and coating his cock head in their natural lubricant. Without giving him a chance to say anything further, she lodged him between her lips, feeling the ring of her vagina open and pushed her hips down, squeezing his cock fully inside her in one solid drop.
“Oh fuck!” they said in unison as she sank down his length, resting only when her buttocks fit in the seat of his lap.