BEE-6675A Lawfully Wedded Nymph by Eve Ning Chapter 5 "Jason," Mona said, her head lifting to his. "Why couldn't Frank be like you?" With that she once more kissed his cheek. Her arms tightened around her brother, holding him close. What exactly happened next Jason was never totally sure of. One moment Mona's lips were against his cheek in a sisterly kiss, and in the next instant, her lips were pressed to his. The kiss was far from being sisterly. Her tongue flicked out and taunted his lips, teasing at them, cajoling them to open. And his reaction went beyond brotherly love. His mouth opened and accepted the offering of her tongue as it moved inward. His arms tightened, pulling her to him, while her tantalizing oral digit dueled over and under his tongue. Beneath the fabric of her nightgown, he could feel the warmth of his sister's body. His fingertips could feel her slight trembling, a quivering sensation he was sure was not caused by the coolness of the night. It was the same trembling he now felt within himself. Mona's tongue coyly retreated from his mouth. He followed it with his tongue, delving intimately into the sweetness of his sister's mouth. She moaned softly, nestling even closer against him as he toyed and teased, his tongue flicking and probing toward her throat. He was suddenly aware of the persistent cushion of her breasts. Warm mounds of flesh pushing out from beneath her gown, rolling over his shirtless chest. And atop each of those fleshy pillows was a hard pebble-like nipple, each trying to dig small holes in his skin. This woman, this woman he found in his arms, was his sister. Yet there could be no denying the sensations astir in his loins. His testicles tightened in their sac with the old familiar feeling of want and desire. He knew in that instant that if Mona wanted him, he was willing to enter her body. Whatever social taboos existed against a brother and sister sharing the same bed didn't matter, not here and now. They parted. Mona's head tilted back a bit, her dark eyes meeting his. Her expression was uncertain, filled with the realization that she had tasted forbidden fruit. But when he made no indication that their action was wrong a small smile danced at the corners of her sensuous mouth. "I wanted that," she said softly. "I think I've always wanted that." Jason didn't answer, except to pull her to him once again, his mouth covering hers. Passion rose in their kiss. They clung to one another, brother and sister, man and woman, lovers. Their hands now explored their faces, caressing cheeks, tracing the lines of their mouths. They stared at each other, love shining in their longing gaze. They kissed, then kissed again, losing themselves in their embrace. "Love me, Jason," the black-haired woman who was his sister whispered when they parted again. "Make love to me. Make me your woman, even if it's only for this moment." "Yes," he said, tenderly caressing her cheeks. She smiled and eased from his arms. As he watched, she stood and disrobed to stand naked above him. "I've always wanted you to look at me naked," she said, her eyes meeting his. "I wanted you to see me as a woman and not as your sister." That was the way he saw her now, a woman - a beautiful woman. She looked so fragile and feminine. Her breasts were white cones of milky perfection. Perched precariously atop each of those satiny-smooth cushions were bud-like nipples, dark mushrooms, stiff and erect with her arousal. Downward over the sleek flatness of her stomach his gaze moved. For an instant he probed the sensual well of her navel. Then his eyes moved even lower, his groin feeling tight and hot. Between her slightly spread thighs was the thick black bush of her cunt. The silky strands were shining in the silvery rays of the moon. And barely perceivable beneath the soft looking fur of her pubis was the shadowy slit of her sex. There was no doubt in his mind that his sister was a woman - a very desirable one! "Beautiful" he said, meaning it. He opened his arms for her to come to him. "Let me kiss you." She came, stepping quickly to his side. But before she could kneel to receive his promised kiss, his arms wrapped around her thighs. He drew her to him. His lips pressed to hers, but not the lips of her mouth - the lips of her cunt. "Ahhhhhhh!" She moaned aloud with unabandoned relish. Quivery thrills of hot sexual desire coursed through her veins. The warm stream of his breath trickled through the moss of her pubis. Then there was the damp flicker of a tongue. The tantalizing tapping of her brother's tongue. "Good!" She moaned again, reaching down and caressing his head, pushing his face into her pussy. "It feels so damn good!" The moist little snake of his tongue was doing all sorts of marvelous things to her. He taunted up and down the cleft of her loins, flicking lightly at the nubbin of her clitoris, cajoling it out from beneath its fleshy hood. And when he had every inch of her naked body trembling with fevered excitement, he licked downward, lapping at the tremulous groove of her cunt. She heard the smacking of his lips and the wet oral sound as he sucked away the sudden flood of juices filling the core of her body. Abruptly, his tongue darted up into the mouth of her pussy. Her hands tightened on his head, pressing him even harder against the aching gash of her snatch. In and out his feathery oral digit toyed with her. Her knees quivered and shook, becoming as liquid as the womanly fluids flowing within her cunt. Suddenly she was no longer able to stand. With a startled cry, she collapsed. But her brother was there, catching her and lowering her to the ground. He was there beside her, his mouth on hers. She kissed him, tasting herself still on his tongue. Lovingly, Jason reached out and cupped one of the shimmering domes of his sister's tits. Despite the almost chilly feel of the night air, her breast was warm, excitingly warm. So smooth and silky she felt to his fingertips. His fingers traced around and around the fleshy mound, working upward toward the rubbery button seated atop it. A shudder of pleasure rushed through her supine body when his fingertips at last brushed over her stiff nipple. Teasingly, he tweaked the aroused button of flesh, delighting in the desirous moans that writhed from his sister's lips. Then his hand suddenly dropped down, covering her breast and squeezing. She felt so good, so damn good, just touching her, holding her. She was so alive, so willing to have his hands on her. That this woman was his sister only added to his arousal. He taunted and teased and kneaded and played with her breasts to his heart's content. Then he sucked at them, his tongue licking and laving over every inch of her delectable titflesh. Her body was so ready for man, so hungry to be felt and loved, he found it almost unbelievable that his sister had not sought an extra-marital lover until now. That she had waited was his gain. Downward his fingers crept, circling the well of her navel, then moving into the softness of her pubic fur. He played there a moment, delighting as the anticipation mounted in her body. She was ready to feel him within her, even if it were only a finger. Yet he delayed tickling up into the socket of her cunt. The longer he taunted the better it would be when he actually came into her. Cupping her crotch, he squeezed down on her plump womanly pubis. He kneaded her mound of Venus as he had kneaded her tits but moments ago. She was hot and willing and ready. He could feel the warm flow of her juices dampening his palm. Yet still he taunted, increasing the intensity of her need. "Damn you!" She moaned. "You marvelous bastard! It's wonderful, so fucking wonderful!" Then he shot a finger up into his sister's cunt. "Agggarrahhhh!" She groaned. Her whole body writhed under his impaling digit. Inward he drove, twisting and twirling his finger in the wet haven of her pussy. She moaned and bucked, fucking herself on his hand. She was hot and flooded with her own lubricants, but he prolonged the foreplay, giving her a taste of all the loving care her husband had neglected for so long. Then he worked yet another finger into her twat. Her moaning and writhing doubled. She was tight, but she took him, screwing around on his palm. She hunched her pelvis like a woman gone mad. She was oblivious to all, except him, and he knew it, a fact that only served to increase his own desire. "I want you," she whimpered in a piteous little voice. "Take me, Jason. Make me your woman." He extracted his fingers from the fleshy sheath of her cunt. They came free with a wet sucking sound. She groaned at the sudden emptiness that filled her. Her eyes fluttered open, filled with the burning light of lust. With her watching him, he stood. Slowly he eased down the zipper of his blue jeans. He was naked beneath the trousers. His cock, long and rigid, jumped outward, jerking and twitching with its new-found freedom. His sister's dark eyes widened. A hungry expression moved over her face. She stared longingly at the thick, imposing shaft of his sex. At the same time, there was a knowing glint in her eyes - the realization that his erect cock was for her - her alone! "Let me feel it." Her lips parted to reveal the wetness of her tongue. "Let me feel you." He stepped forward straddling her supine body. Below him on her back, his sister gazed up, her eyes frozen on the massive bludgeon of his cock. Then her arms lifted. He groaned, trembling at the first touch of her fingertips. Lovingly her fingers ran up and down the solid column of his sex. Light and tender she caressed, as though she were worshipping the virile strength of his cock. "It feels marvelous," she whispered. "So hard and strong, yet so smooth and soft. I love the way it twitches at my touch. So hungry and ready - ready to fuck me - ready to screw your sister." His balls surged within their wrinkled bag. That's exactly what he was going to do - fuck his sister. "I feel so wicked," she went on, her hands still running up and down his cock. "I feel like my brother's whore, willing to do anything he wishes - anything." Her tongue flicked over her lips, an invitation for him to ask for her mouth. It was a hard offer to turn down, but his loins were consumed with need for this woman. He realized that if she pressed her lips to his cock crown he might just lose the fiery load burning in his testicles. And at this moment, that was the last thing his sister needed. What she did need was to feel a man's cock shoved up her cunt. She needed a man, a man to fuck her. "Fuck me," he said. "I want my sister to fuck me." "Yes," she said, smiling widely. "Yes!" Her thighs spread, opening her body to him. With one last squeeze, she relinquished her hold on his prick. Slowly, he lowered himself atop the titillating bed of his sister's naked body. Their mouths met once again, their tongues taunting and probing. Their hands were moving, trying to feel every inch of their bodies all at once. Beneath him, she squirmed a bit. Her pelvis lifted and his glans nestled in the moist slit of her cunt. He eased forward separating the plump lips of her outer labia. He felt her tense, her anticipation growing. Moving with slow-motion speed, he inched his throbbing wand of lust into her body. Deeper the swollen shaft slithered. His lust-engorged cock crown touched, then splayed the scalloped inner lips of her cunt. He was within her now. The hot liquid shelter of her pussy surrounded him, bathing each inch of cock he fed into her hungry body. This woman was his sister - his sister! The fact jarred his brain, as though he were realizing it for the first time. She felt so good, so hot, so tight. To just lie there atop her luxurious body, to feel the glove- like tightness of her pussy sheathing his cock would have been enough. Enough for him - but not for her. His sister needed all the pleasure and release his body could provide. And that's exactly what he intended to give her. Abruptly, his hips jerked back. His prick sluiced upward, posing at the entrance to her love channel. He paused a moment, then drove down. Long and hard, his piston of pleasure burrowed into the folds of her steaming pussy. "Sweet God!" She groaned under him. "You're so big! So wonderfully big! I never imagined it would be like this, never in my wildest dreams." Her words hit him like an electric jolt. Sizzling sexual energy coursed through his groin. His pelvis lurched up and swung down. He ground into her crotch, making sure her stiffened clit felt the full impact of his body. He felt her cunt squeeze around him, sleeving his prick in the humid recesses of her core. She was tight, so damn tight. It was marvelous. At another time, he would have liked to just lie there letting her milk his rod with the magnificent power of her vaginal muscles. But that would have to be another time. Now he was fucking his sister, and he was doing his best to make sure it was an experience she would not soon forget. While he drove his prick in and out of the envelope of her cunt, he swung around a bit atop, just enough for his mouth to cover one of the mounds of her tits. Then he sucked. He sucked hard, his tongue slashing across the top of her stiff nipple like a moist little whip. Her moans deepened, filled with gratification and soaring lust. She writhed under him, her hips bucking up to meet each thrust of his crotch. Her pussy squeezed at him, sucking along his slicked length. She tucked him with unabandoned desire. Her hunger for the pleasures of a man drove her on at a fervent pace. The harder and deeper he shafted into the heated hole of her pussy, the more she wanted him, begged for him. To allow such a passionate woman to suffer as she had with Frank was a sin, he thought. The man had to be insane. Suddenly he found himself groaning around a mouthful of delicious titflesh. His sister wedged a hand between their sweat-drenched cores and toyed with his testicles. Her fingers lightly kneaded the two heavy balls, teasing him. His response was an even harder-plunging cock. He reamed in and out of her fleshy sheath. His hips twisted and ground into her pelvis. He hunched, throwing his full weight behind each of his deep-probing strokes. "Close," his sexy sister managed to moan in between his slicing thrusts. "Close!" Immediately, he upped the tempo of his relentless fucking. Her nearness to climax and his own burning need whipped him on. He threw himself into her, trying to slam the head of his prick against the ring of her cervix. But it seemed an impossible task. The deeper he poled, the more his sister's body seemed to open up and accept him. Faster and faster his cock ramrodded into the juicy slit of her snatch. Harder and harder, he drove the mighty spear of his lust into the mouth of her belly. She groaned continuously now. She squeezed at his balls, creating a fantastic mixture of ache and pleasure. In and out, the knifing length of his pulsating prick skewered the juice-flooded hole of her cunt. On and on, she welcomed each probing thrust of his sex. Her body was packed with him. His fat, swollen presence dominated her life. At that moment, she existed for him and him alone. Her body was no more than a vessel for her brother's cock. And she loved it, loved every hard, throbbing inch he shoved deeply into the greedy slash of her pussy. It seemed like years since a man had entered her body. Now all the mounting frustrations she had felt during her marriage to Frank seemed to shatter and explode away. This, the feel of a man rooted so deeply in her cunt, was what she had yearned for. This, the pulsing hardness of a fat prick, was what she had ached and prayed for. And now, now that her prayer had been answered, she realized she could never live without it again. She was a woman, not some doll to be used, but a woman who felt and had needs. And those needs and desires needed a man to satisfy them. Frank could never be such a man. Inward her brother's cock rammed, filling her body. She moaned in unabandoned relish, savoring the feel of his skewering rod. She squeezed down on his thickness, trying to hold him deeply within the trembling channel of her pussy. Out the pulsating shaft slithered, evacuating the edacious mouth of her belly. She quivered and trembled. She felt each swollen inch as it withdrew. Then downward his pelvis swung, once again slamming the rigid length of his prick into her juice-filled cunt. Higher and higher she soared with every pounding stroke of his magnificent piston. Her thighs glowed with expanding heat, warmth generated from the constant ramrodding of her cunt. Hotter and hotter she burned, consumed by the flames of lust and love for her brother. Outward the glow spread, swirling to meet the desires of her body. Closer and closer the fiery heat came. Then it was there flaring within the very core of her pussy. She groaned out loud and long, surrendering herself to the explosive force of her climax. Beneath him, his sister's body quivered in tremors of pleasure, tremors that rapidly became full-fledged flesh quakes. Her fingernails dug deeply into his back raking down toward his pumping buttocks. The wet sheath of her cunt contracted around the stiff staff of his prick, sucking at his length in the moment of her ecstasy. His sister's carnal desires satisfied, Jason then allowed the boiling pressure of his loins to spew forth. He came, blasting spurt after hot spurt of sperm and semen into the tremulous socket of her sex. Thick, white cream fountained from the slitted mouth of his cock, scalding over the hyper-sensitive surface of his glans. Jet upon jet of his seed splattered over the pink folds of his sister's love hole. He drenched her, covering every inch of her greedy pussy with his release. Seemingly, he emptied at least a gallon or two of his seminal reserves into her before his throbbing prick at last subsided and the flood of his climax ceased. Gratefully, he just laid atop her still trembling body, savoring the complete satisfaction of their lovemaking. When at last he rolled from her sated body, she nestled into the hollow of his shoulder clinging tightly to him. He held her, enjoying the warmth of her body suffusing along his side. He held her until he felt her breathing soften to the shallow breaths of sleep. Man and woman, brother and sister, they both remained there on the bank of the river until the first rays of the new day, then slipped quietly back into their separate tents.