She kissed him again while she untucked his shirt, then pushed it over his shoulders, leaving him in a white, sleeveless, muscle t-shirt and slacks.
“Oh!” Hannah said, “Once sec.”
She turned quickly and ran to the entertainment center while her brother sat on the couch. Pulling open a drawer filled with cables and gadgets, she reached into the back and retrieved the remote from its safe little hiding spot they would use figuring it would raise less questions if found in an obvious place. She immediately began clicking the little arrows with her eyes locked on the LCD screen.
“Where we going?” Scottie asked as he took off his shoes and socks.
Hannah shrugged, then smiled. “I guess it doesn’t really matter, but…” she turned the remote to face her brother. The tiny screen read ADULT. “… Why not a classic?”
Scottie rose as his sister approached. They embraced, lips locked and skin pressed together. Hannah’s finger pressed the button on the remote and they felt the pulse of energy course through them as they grabbed and groped at each other.
Feeling emboldened, Scottie reached down and grabbed Hannah’s ass, lifting her up and tossing her on the couch as she squealed, dropping the remote beneath her in the process. Her brother wasted no time and dove between her legs, placing his mouth over her panty-covered mound. Hannah’s squeal turned into a moan as her eyes went wide from his assault.
His tongue pushed and prodded at the already-soaked fabric, her scent filling his nostrils and inflaming his passion. Scottie wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling his face deeper into her spread thighs as he feasted on her, always trying to get more. Feel her more. Taste her more. Make her scream and groan and writhe more. And she certainly did.
“Oh fuck! Scottie, oh yes!” she cried.
He toyed with the gusset of her panties. His tongue traced over the frilled edges, then dipped into the softness of her inner thigh, then beneath the wet fabric. Scottie pulled the rest to the side, exposing her perfect, glistening pussy. Wasting no time, he dove right back in, sucking on her lips, her vagina, and clit. She screamed in pleasure. Her back arched, hands slamming down onto the cushions in ecstasy.
Scottie was like an animal, feasting on a meal after a fast. He felt alive, body on fire and senses on high. And her taste, her nectar, he couldn’t get enough. She was like pure electricity.
“I’m gonna’ cum Scottie! Oh, fuck! Oh Shit! SHIT! I’m CUMMING!” She cried as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body shook and spasmed, her legs clamping onto his head.
Scottie pulled away slightly, watching her shudder in wave after wave of pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, she sank into the cushion and looked at her brother. Laughing, she wiped a tear from her eye.
“Holy crap, that was good. Just like that first time,” she said, then her expression distorted to confusion and pain. “Damn it, I’m on something.”
She reached beneath her and pulled out the remote, tossing it to the corner of the couch.