Page 37 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

“Let’s get you out this bra,” he says quietly, his hands finding the clasp of my bra and unhooking it. For a moment, I hold my bra against my breasts, knowing that the moment I let go, everythingng changes.

“I’ll be slow and gentle,” he assures me, sensing my hesitance. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you change your mind, you let me know. Okay? It won’t change anything about how I feel.”

“Are you sure?”

He laughs a little and leans up to kiss me. “I’m sure.”

I feel safe with his chest against mine, and I let go of my bra, letting it stay between us.

I can feel his smile against my mouth, and he pulls the bra out from between our chests and throws it to the ground.

“Hey, there you go,” he whispers. “That was brave.”

His wide palms spread out against my back, and I feel small for the first time in my life like that. One hand sneaks around to the front and he palms one of my breasts with it, tweaking my nipple the way I tweak my nipple when I’m alone.

I can’t help but shudder at the feeling it ignites between my legs, and I feel my pussy dribble into the crease of my inner thighs.

“God,” I whisper against his mouth, unable to make my lips into the shape of a kiss, only able to feel.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks me, his eyes on my face, watching my every reaction. His mouth is dropped open as he does, like I’m a fascinating scene in a movie.

“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage to squeak out.

“How good do you want to feel? Can you handle feeling better than this? Why don’t you let me taste you?”

I gasp at the thought of Chris Stephens between my legs, and I clench my thighs reflexively in response.

“Oh, you want that, don’t you? I bet you’ve thought about it before, haven’t you?” he asks me.

He holds me by the lower back and leans me back so he can fit his mouth around my nipple. His tongue flicks against it, lighting it up, enjoying my small squeals of delight as he does so.

He laughs a little at the sounds and ignores me bashfully covering my eyes.

I can’t decide what I want more: to be fucked or to be eaten.

Thinking of Chris’ tongue in my pussy is enough to send my walls into an attack of convulsions, but thinking of his cock pressing against my little hole excites me even more.

“I want you right now, Chris,” I tell him honestly. “I’m so wet, and I just want to feel you inside me.”

I feel so lusty that I can’t even feel any shame over being so candid. My eyes stare into his as I unbutton his and my jeans. I stand and pull them down slowly for him, then turning around and shaking my ass.

His laugh is tender and he leans forward and bites my ass cheek a little before spanking it.

“Dinner and a show?” he asks me before pulling me into him as though he’s going to hug me. He pulls my panties to the side and positions his head where he can slide his tongue between my flaps like he’s licking shut an envelope.

His flat tongue swipes against my slit a few times, his knuckles pressed hard against my thigh as he holds the cotton of my underwear.

I spread my legs to allow more room for his head between my thighs and rest my hands in his hair, gasping at the feeling of his tongue, wet and warm and probing. I want to cry from how good it feels, so alien to me and yet like a sensation I’ve known all along

The tip of his tongue plunges inside me and I almost-scream as it does. His hands grip my ass and pull me in tighter.

I push his head away and yank his pants off. “I need you. I can’t wait anymore,” I tell him.

“Sorry. I just needed to taste you,” he tells me, his eyes on mine as I pull his pants down over his legs and mount him.

I look down, afraid to see one for the first time, and see his thick cock standing at attention, the head of it lightly spilling pre-cum out. The skin of the head is reddish and seems to be bursting at the seams, his veins standing out.

I reach down and wrap my hand around it, feeling his sticky pre-cum on my palm.

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