Chapter 37
I felt his cock harden in my mouth, slow at first, then way too fast. It was fucking delicious: still soft at the start, the loose skin sliding around the firm flesh, gliding easy on my tongue, and suddenly getting thick, heavy, filling my whole mouth until it hit the roof. I know it's all in my head, but the smell really changed — got stronger, hotter, more him. His balls tightened up, got hard and full. Always neatly trimmed, in that light brownish tone almost pinkish, no marks on the skin, just those short, sparse hairs brushing my lips when I licked down there. Every lick on his balls drew a low "ah" from him, hoarse, while he held my ponytail without pulling.
"Nicole… I'm gonna teach you how to jerk me off," he said, laughing, the biggest masturbator on the planet.
I laughed too, mouth still full, the sound coming out muffled.
"Teach me, come on. How's it done?" I said, pulling my mouth off slow and tapping the cockhead lightly against my face, feeling the heat and weight smack my cheek. "Mine must suck."
He grabbed the lube tube, opened it with his teeth, and squirted a generous amount onto his already hard cock. The gel ran thick and clear, dripping in cold strings down the stretched skin. He handed the cock to me.
"Go on, grab it and spread it around."
When I touched it, damn… the cold gel mixed with his heat drove me wild right away. My hand slid smooth, slippery and hot. It ran from the swollen head to the base without any effort, the skin covering it sliding up and down easy, like it was made for it. The cock throbbed in my palm, bulging veins rubbing against my fingers.
"Lubed up like this, you can squeeze harder without it hurting, got it?" he explained, voice low and heavy.
I nodded, eyes locked on the cock shining with gel. He put his hand over mine, guiding slow.
"Squeeze firm at the base… like this… and slide up slow to the head. Don't rush, feel it. When you get to the head, squeeze a bit more, twist your palm around the glans. Yeah..."
I followed, amazed. The feeling was new — slick, hot, slippery. The cock pulsed hard in my hand, the head swelling more with every stroke up. He groaned low, eyes half-closed.
"Now faster… but don't let go of the base. Hold tight down there with your other hand. Yeah… squeeze the balls lightly as you stroke up. Suck the balls now. Take 'em whole in your mouth, tongue circling."
I leaned down, mouth open, sucked his balls slow. The soft skin filled my mouth, the strong scent hitting my nose straight. Tongue circling the sparse hairs, feeling him shiver. He groaned louder and I felt his hand tighten in my hair.
"Yeah… suck hard while you stroke. Don't stop the hand. Faster now. Squeeze the head when you come up, twist the palm. Yeah… fuck, Nicole… just like that."
I did everything. Hand pumping up and down rhythmic, squeezing the base with the other, mouth on his balls sucking hard, tongue pressing. The cock throbbed wildly, veins swollen, head red and shining with gel and precum. He breathed heavy, thighs shaking.
"Now suck the head… just the head. Tongue in the slit. Yeah… and keep stroking slow. Don't speed up yet. Save that for when I say."
I pulled my mouth off his balls, slid up slow, tongue out to lick the slit. The strong salty taste on the tip of my tongue. I took just the head in my mouth, sucking soft, tongue circling while my hand kept the slow, tight, slippery motion.
He groaned hoarse, whole body tense.
"Yeah… like that. You learn fast, you freak. Now deeper. Take it as far as you can. And squeeze harder at the base."
I obeyed. Swallowed slow, feeling the cock fill my mouth, throat relaxing. Hand squeezing hard at the base, pumping up and down rhythmic. He shook all over, hand in my hair guiding without forcing.
"Fuck… yeah… don't stop. When I say, pull your mouth off and stroke fast. I wanna cum on your ass…"
It didn't take long. I followed his orders to the letter, giving it my all, amazed at every detail. How the cock pulsed in my mouth, growing more with every suck, how the veins swelled under the slippery skin of gel and spit, how his face twisted — eyes squeezed shut, mouth half-open, breath short and raspy, trying not to groan too loud so we wouldn't wake Mom. I squeezed at the base like he said, stroked up slow twisting my palm on the swollen head, sucked his balls hard while pumping rhythmic, then swallowed as deep as I could, throat relaxing, drool running from the corners of my mouth and dripping on the mattress. He shook all over, thighs rigid, hand on my ponytail squeezing without pulling, just guiding.
Suddenly he grabbed my face with both hands, eased the cock out of my mouth careful, held the base firm, counting low, voice trembling with effort:
"1… 2… 3…"
I looked at it all — cock red, swollen, shining with gel and spit, veins pulsing like crazy — and thought it was funny. I laughed low, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, drool and leftover lube running down my chin and neck.
"What is it, you nut?"
"Fuck… that's too good, can't hold it, sis. You suck so damn well! If you'd kept going half a second, I'd have blasted cum down your throat."
I laughed again, I admit, proud as hell. Really, I couldn't have sucked more than three minutes and he was already writhing like crazy, whole body tense, breath ragged. It gave me a good feeling, weird — like power, knowing I could get him like that just with my mouth and hand.
"Let me catch my breath a bit, for real. If you blow on it, I'll melt."
"Stop being a wuss, Jonathan. Come on, get up… eat me out."
I grabbed him by the head, pulled him up as I lay down in his spot. In the middle of that quick position switch, he stopped, voice low and firm:
"No. Not like that. Get on all fours…"
When I heard it, not that I had a problem with it — I'd done doggy before — but with him it was different. After everything we'd already done, there was still a twinge of shame. Being there on all fours for my brother, ass up, exposed, vulnerable… it was like heading to a human sacrifice. The cool air in the room hitting straight on my crack, on my wet pussy dripping down my thighs. It made me nervous, anxious, heart pounding in my throat. I felt totally at his mercy, whatever he wanted to do to me — and that, weirdly, was good. Really good. The horniness surged stronger just thinking about total surrender, no defenses, no way to stop if it hurt.