Page 7 of Deep Thr*ating Big Brother

Frankie thrust in and out of me, sliding deeper until I gagged. He rubbed his cockhead against my lips before shoving back in and going as deep into my throat as he could. But far too soon, he pulled out of my sloppy mouth.

I looked like his little whore as saliva dripped from the corner of my lips and slopped onto my exposed tits. I stayed on my knees, looking up at Frankie, waiting for him to order me around again.

Frankie groaned and gripped his slick cock at the base, then slapped the tip on my tongue. “So fucking hot. So pretty,” he murmured. “Back on the couch, little sister.”

When I was in position, he reached for the banana. The fruit was as ripe as he said, and I could tell—even though it was still in the peel—it was soft.

“Fuck yourself with this,” he demanded, and he handed me the spotted banana.

I felt my fingers shake with something akin to anticipation and… excitement, as I reached for the banana and felt the almost velvety texture of the peel in my palm. My fingers were on the top, and I got ready to peel it, when hetsked, stopping me.

“Keep the peel on and fuck that perfect, pretty cunt with it.”

My mouth felt dry, but it wasn’t from disgust or fear. I wanted to do this. I wanted to please my big brother and make his cock even harder than it already was. I wasn't moving fast enough for him though, and Frankie spanked my pussy hard enough that my juices splashed on my inner thighs, and the sting had me gasping.

“Doesn’t my little sister want to be my dirty, slutty girl?”

I nodded instantly and pushed the tip of the banana into my pussy. It felt strange, cold, and the tip was hard.

“More,” he groaned and gripped his cock, jerking off as he watched me fuck myself with a piece of fruit.

I pushed inch after inch of the banana inside me until only enough for me to hold on to stuck out of my body. I pulled it out, the peel looking slick and shiny. I pushed it back in, then pulled it out, fucking myself with the banana for Frankie’s visual enjoyment, but I was most definitely getting off on this too.

The sight of the tip of his cock dripping with continuous beads of pre-cum turned me on, and I found out that if I went harder and faster with the piece of fruit in my pussy, more pre-cum spilled out of the tiny slit.

And that's just what I did until the seams on each side of the peel split, and ripened, smooshed banana seeped out, making a mushy mess all over my pussy and the leather couch cushion beneath me.

“Mmm,” he hummed and stepped closer, letting his cock hover over my pussy so his pre-cum dripped from the tip and landed on my cunt. “So fucking hot.” Frankie sank to his knees, then his hands gripped my inner thighs, keeping them spread open. “Take it out.”

I grasped the peel, pulled the empty carcass of the banana out of my pussy, and let it drop to the floor. I felt all that mushy fruit filling and covering my pussy, but I didn’t need a rag to clean it all up. That’s what Frankie was there for.

My brother sucked the banana pieces off my cunt and then swallowed them while moaning and groaning, as if this act alone was about to break him. “So good,” he grunted, and then he dragged his tongue all over me, cleaning me up and literally eating me out.

The longer he devoured my pussy, the closer I got to coming. He must have sensed I was about to get off, because to my disappointment, he backed away. I cried out like the needy whore I was for him.

I felt his fingers shove into me, and I started hearing him ramble crude, sexy-as-hell things. They drove me higher, while sloppy sounds surrounded me as my body latched onto his probing fingers. He scissored his fingers within me, and as he finger-fucked me, my entire body shuddered.

“Come on, baby. Give your big brother what he wants.”

And I did. God, I did. I came hard and long and cried out, my voice making the muffled music of the party fade even deeper into the background.

I heard Frankie’s animalistic growl as he kept fucking me with his fingers, then pulled them free and ate me out once more.

When my orgasm dwindled, he hummed in pleasure and stroked his fingers over my sensitive cunt.

“So pretty,” he whispered, and then he rose, grabbed his cock, and started masturbating again. With his free hand, he grabbed the petroleum jelly and spread it all over me like lotion, slicking every inch of me until I was glossy and slippery.

“How am I supposed to go back to the party after this, if I’m all greased up like a pig?”

He didn’t speak as he finished using an excessive amount of jelly on me, then tossed the empty jar away and grinned down at me. “I’m not even thinking about what happens after this. All I know is Ihaveto get my cock inside you. Now.” He notched the tip of his dick at my hole and then stared into my eyes. “But I can’t lie and say the idea of everyone seeing you all shiny from this jelly and wondering why you look thoroughly fucked doesn’t turn me on like a motherfucker. I’d just be standing in the back, grinning and feeling more satisfied than I ever have before.”

I wanted to speak, to say something in response. But I didn’t know how to articulate my thoughts aside from saying, “Fuck me now.” Which I did right then.

Frankie bared his teeth and told me what I wanted to hear.

“Oh, I’m going to, baby. I’m going to fuck this pussy hard and raw.” He smacked my center again and again, and I groaned at how my skin burned in the best way.

His mouth was on mine a second later, and the taste of that sweet banana covering his tongue had me moaning and all but clawing at his back for him to push into me.

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