Page 38 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

“How big are you?” I ask curiously.

“I could tell you anything and you’d believe it, huh?”

He’s smiling earnestly, and I giggle as he pulls me against him.

“I guess so, yeah.”

“I’m 13 inches long, then. Spread the word.”

As he says ‘spread’, he knocks my legs open with his hands. He pulls my underwear to the side.

“God, you have the most beautiful little pussy I’ve ever seen, Hannah. Has anyone ever told you that?”

I laugh. “You know they haven’t.”

“So you’ve lived all this time not knowing? Oh, I’m so glad I get to change that.”

I’m positioned right above him, and all I have to do is sit, feel him enter me. I hold myself above it, cherishing the moment.

There’s something special about it, holding onto the second you are still a virgin but know you won’t be soon, like falling asleep before your birthday.

I brace one arm against the back of the chair and lower myself slowly. My head flies back as the tip of his penis presses against my entrance, stretching just a bit but sliding easily against my slickness.

Tears instantly surface at my ducts, merging into one watery tear at my waterline, obscuring my vision.

“Are you okay, Hannah?” Chris asks, wiping my tears away with his thumb.

“I am, I am. It feels good. I’m just…overwhelmed. It’s okay, keep going.”

I gasp as he holds my hips and lowers me another centimeter. The feeling of his shaft entering me and touching every nerve ending I’ve only ever touched myself overwhelms me even more, and I groan with desire.

I let myself sit down entirely on his hard cock so that the length of him can fill me. It’s a sensation I’ve always wondered about, the fullness, and I can only handle it for a moment before I start wriggling against it, moving up and down on it.

I look down at his face, and he looks sick with desire, his eyes on me, his mouth slightly open as he lets me take control. I hold him tightly and rock up and down, feeling him harden and expand even more than I thought possible.

“Oh, God, Hannah, it’s too good,” he tells me, and I feel him pulsing against my walls.

And it is too good.

As he says that, I feel his pulsing, and all of a sudden I feel my vagina contracting in a rhythm that can’t be tamed, squeezing on and around his cock dangerously fast.

I’m sliding against him faster now, able to feel his length inside me with no pain now, and I hold him tight so that his face is in my neck.

Our hips feel fused together as one, and he pushes against me with my rhythm, the squelching of my pussy audible in the silence of the room. In this dark space, it’s just our breathing, our moans, and my juices.

I start to scream an orgasm, feeling it rip through my body, up to my chest and out of my mouth.

He holds me tight and continues to pump inside me, letting me ride the sensation until it’s over. “Cum inside me,” I tell him. “Please.”

He needs no convincing. The words are barely out of my mouth before I feel ropes of his cum being emptied inside me, spraying me as he grunts against my neck, his hands squeezing me with the effort.

Chapter Sixteen

Christopher

The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room.

I can barely remember how we ended up on her bed, a little mattress that she pulled out of a futon in the back room.

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