Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Mmmm… I’ll give you an hour to stop that,” she giggles. “Ooo! Or don’t ever stop,” she purrs as my tongue strays to her outer labia and I slide my left hand up to cup her breast. “You really know how to say good morning but I haven’t showered since… um… everything last night,” she says, pushing my head away and starting to sit up.

“Doesn’t matter,” I retort, removing her hand from my head and lowering my mouth back to her succulent pussy.

“If you say so,” Lauren stops arguing and moves her arms up over her head, arching her back in a sexy morning stretch. My palm returns to her breast, caressing her nipple as my tongue explores her warm pussy. I can never get enough of my sister’s delicious cunt juice. I could eat her all day and still be unsatiated.

“Mmm… I love you, Brandon,” Lauren sighs as my tongue swirls around her clit and dips back into her velvety opening.

“You always say that when I have my tongue in your pussy,” I smile, taking a breath before diving back into her steamy snatch.

“Sometimes I say it when you’re fucking me,” she chuckles while enmeshing her fingers in my hair and pulling my face tighter into her wet crotch. I get serious now, alternating between dipping my tongue inside her pussy, licking her sensitive inner labia and sucking on her engorged clit. The combined effort pays off as she arches her back and writhes impatiently against the sheets.

“Oh yeah! That feels so good, Brandon!” Lauren pants as her orgasm builds and she pulls anxiously on my hair. “Wait! Why did you stop?” she pouts. I just smile as I slide my body over hers.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

“I want to fuck you,” I say, nibbling on her thick nipples as my cock bumps against her slippery mound. “A morning fuck?” I ask as I align my cock with her frothing pussy.

“I’m more than ready!” she answers, pulling me down on top of her and pushing her tongue in my pussy-flavored mouth. My cock easily glides into her saturated hole but I take it slowly, inserting it gradually until it bottoms out and my pelvic bone is resting on her clit.

Kissing passionately, I hold my cock perfectly still inside her velvety pussy as it molds itself around me. Fucking heaven!

“God, you feel so good, Sis,” I tell her when we break the kiss. “I could stay like this forever.”

“Mmmm. You fill me up so nicely, Brandon,” she says, rocking her hips to gain some friction. “Now fuck me please. I’m so close.” Who am I to turn down such a reasonable request?

Starting with a slow rocking motion, I gradually build my momentum until I’m slamming into her, bottoming out my cock on every stroke. She’s clinging to me, pulling me close and mashing her amazing tits into my chest as I pummel her eager pussy.

“Oh Fuck! Brandon!” Lauren cries as her nails dig into my back and her body shudders through a deep, powerful orgasm. Her quivering pussy clamps around my cock and I shoot my load in long satisfying spurts before collapsing on top of her, both of us gasping for air.

“Damn, Sis,” I pant. “You are so fucking good!”

“Mmm hmmm,” she purrs, still out of breath from our lovemaking. I roll off of her onto my back and she cuddles up to my side.

“You’ll never guess who called this morning,” I say, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close.

“Who?”

“Cousin Rachel,” I answer. “She has an internship at a local sports therapist and is going to be staying here for the next three months.”

“Here? Meaning in town?” Lauren asks.

“Here, meaning here… with me,” I respond. “In the spare bedroom.”

“What? What about us?” Lauren leans up to look me in the eye. Is she jealous of Rachel? That’s ridiculous.

“Rachel doesn’t have anything to do with us,” I answer, unsure why she’s so upset.

“How will we be together with her living here? I won’t be able to spend the night!” she exclaims.

Fuck! Why wasn’t that my first thought instead of how sexy our cousin is.

“Shit! I didn’t think about that!” I respond pathetically. “I’m not sure I could have said no anyway. Mom already told her I have an extra bedroom.”

“Mom did this on purpose to keep us from having a place,” Lauren pouts.

“I doubt that. But hey, we’ll figure it out. I can’t imagine not having you for three months. Besides Rachel will be working. We’ll find a way.”

“I can’t imagine going three months without you either,” she says quietly while she leans her head back on my chest.

Lauren and I spend most of the day in bed and she makes sure each fuck is different. She’s on top, then I’m on top, then we do it doggie style. We even do it in the shower. No matter how many times we fuck and I think this will be the last one for the day, she proves me wrong. My sister sucks me hard again one more time. I’ve never cum so many times in one day. By the time I take her home we are both totally spent.

It’s a weird week schedule wise and we don’t see each other before Rachel arrives Friday afternoon.

“Hey Cuz,” I greet her as I open the door. Rachel is the quintessential, all-American, girl-next-door beauty with a gorgeous face and the build of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. She has full breasts, a narrow waist, well-toned legs and a head-turning ass.

“Hey yourself!” she smiles as she pulls me into a full embrace, pressing those ample breasts into my chest. I grab her waist and pull her close, kissing her cheek. Whatever perfume she’s wearing smells great and we hold the embrace longer than I would have expected.

“You’ve grown some muscles!” she exclaims, running her hands along my biceps. Breaking the embrace, she pulls up my shirt and whistles. “And a solid six pack. You must be fighting the girls off left and right,” she smiles.

“Not really,” I answer quietly. “But you… damn, Rachel you are a beauty queen.”

“Thanks,” she says. “Like I said on the phone, I won’t interfere with your action. I’ll stay in my room or go out if you need the place.”

“I’m not worried about you cramping my style,” I laugh.

“Well I expect the same consideration from you,” she smiles coyly. “I’m not planning on jumping the first guy I see but I’m not planning on being celibate for three months either.” Not the conversation I expected before she’s even brought in her bags.

“Come on,” I say. “Let’s get your things and you can make yourself at home.”

“Are you hungry?” she asks as I lift her suitcases from her car. “Let’s go to dinner. My treat.”

“Sure.” I answer. “Do you mind if we call Lauren. She’s been anxious to see you again too.”

“Great!” Rachel enthuses. “I’ll drop my stuff and fix my make up while you call her.” I can’t imagine why her make up needs any fixing. Her face is already the epitome of beauty.