Thread: Oil, Spice and, everything nice. ( HotTexasCowboy & Ash Durn )

The more Megan sat near him and talked, the more she seemed to paint naughty pictures in his mind that he could hardly resist. First there was the naughty schoolgirl pose she took on his bed, exposing her long, sexy legs and almost making him look at her cleavage, like a school slut trying to seduce her classmate or teacher Then she started talking about her and Amillia making out once, and the image of the two sexy young women locked in a closet, lips meeting so sensuously had to be arousing. He wondered if they even considered going a bit further Then she started talking about incest, how she thought about it, how she compared whatever guys shed dated against him, and how they measured up to him. Did Amillia even talk about that? he wondered. Even the image of them going crazy at a family holiday was a hot one, but she was making a different point, and she made it plain with her final words. More than willing Neil found himself going to his knees, although the sheet was still modestly wrapped around his waist, so slip over next to his sister and start rubbing her shoulders. At this angle, he had an even clearer view down her cleavage. Hed always thought his sister less busty, especially compared to the Playboy model girlfriend, but her figure always seemed lithe, flexible, and very feminine to him. Sis, I admit that Ive always been thinking about you, ever since after puberty. I mean, you were the first and closest sexy girl of my experience, and it was a long time before I found anyone who could compare. I mean, you always seemed to understand me, the things that made me tick. Did, he cleared his throat in a moments hesitation, Amillia tell you that we were, uh, in conflict over some of the more adventurous things I wanted to do with her, sexually? I think shed get into it if she gave it a chance Sorry, Im wandering off topic, he added hastily. The point is, yeah, I admit it, I do still fantasize about you, Megan you and me. His rubbing hand moved up to caress her neck with his thumb brushing back and forth over her cheek, urging her head to tilt back, facing him. For a long minute he just stared into her eyes, smiling. I remember when I was, I guess twelve or thirteen, thinking you and I could practice kissing together, so wed be good at it later on. Never did anything about it, though he said softly, then his head lowered to draw to her face, their lips meetings softly at first, then with more passion. Lips parted, sucking on each others upper or lower lip in turn, while his hand cupped the back of her neck to draw her closer, more demandingly against him. After what seemed like minutes, he drew away slightly, flicking his tongue over her lips as they parted. I guess we learned pretty well, anyway, he smiled. Then he leaned down, pushing her on her back on the mattress as he leaned into her lips again. This time his lips parted more eagerly, and his tongue tip began to wrestle with hers before pushing into her mouth to explore. His hand no longer needed to hold her head, since she was against the mattress, so it fell to stroke her thighs, rising and caressing from knees to the high hem of skirt, teasing her flesh skillfully. The sheet was in disarray around his hips, barely offering any modesty, and a stiffening rod could be seen pushing away the cotton. Neil could feel the heat of her breath from her nose warm against his cheek, and knew his own deeper panting most be obvious to her. When they parted again, he moved his hand back to stroke her forehead into her hair, urging her to lean back and stretch her neck, which exposure he immediately took advantage, moving his lips over her chin and down the smooth expanse of her throat, nibbling lightly and teasing his sisters flesh. His Sisters Flesh, the words exploded silently in his brain, not as condemnation, but as stirring inspiration, making him want only more.