Since he had to wait, he worked his way back up her body instead, until his face was next to hers. He cooed in her ear, "I love you. I love you so much that I can’t stand it. When I see you at school, my heart soars. I think, ’There goes my sister, just about the greatest girl in the world! I wanna fuck her, and love her, and protect her, and hug her. I wanna live with her forever, and father her children."
"NO!" she cried out in dismay. She wasn’t upset in the slightest at what he was saying. In fact, it was the opposite. His words were turning her on just as much as if he was driving into her relentlessly. The "father her children" comnt, in particular, nearly sent her spiraling into a great orgasm. She was forced to bite her lips so hard that she almost drew blood.
That set the pattern. He began alternating between fucking her, going down on her, and cooing sweet nothings in her ear that made her blood boil and her pussy tremble. It seed that he knew exactly what to say or do at any given mont, and everything that he did drove her higher and higher, into a near-delirious orgasmic pleasure frenzy. Her handcuffed hands gave her a trendous feeling of helplessness and complete submission, and that was so additionally arousing that she repeatedly begged for him to uncuff her, just so she could cool down so.
But he would reply with sothing like, "Uncuff you? Are you kidding ? I’m never gonna uncuff you again! You and I are gonna live on this bed for weeks! I’m gonna fuck you non-stop until you die! Until we both die!"
Needless to say, that led to a new round of whimpering and begging for him to let her cum. (He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable though, so he switched her cuffs back to her front side again.)
Alan was enjoying himself so much that he didn’t relent. He knew her body’s wants and needs so well now that he could play her like a fiddle. He let the speed and intensity of his actions wax and wane, continually surprising her.
Ti lost all aning. She felt like she’d been fucked non-stop for days on end. Even he no longer had any idea how long he’d been going at it.
Eventually, she was reduced to simply chanting, "Please, please, please!" She didn’t know what she ant any more - "Please stop" or "Please finish it?"
Strangely, he discovered that as he brought her body to a higher and higher plane of arousal, he needed to do less and less. For instance, one little puff of air on her labia would cause her to passionately mutter gibberish, as visible shivers of pleasure wracked her entire body. And when his stiffness was inside her and he was slowly thrusting, it was like she was having a continuous multiple orgasm, only she wasn’t.
This gave him the freedom to coo into her ear more often. He began talking up her upcoming climax. "Now, Sis, soon, soon, the ti will co. Soon, I’m gonna let you let go. Not yet, but soon. But I don’t want you to just have any ol’ cum. I want us to rge. To rge. You hear ? The French call an orgasm the ’little death’ and I want us to die together. I want us to beco one. I’m your master, and you’re my slave, and together we make up one unit, one body. Do you hear ?"
She was so emotionally and physically floored by this ti that her words hardly made a sound. She whispered hoarsely, "I hear you, Master! Oh, kind and loving Brother Master!" There were tears of joy rolling down her face, but neither of them even noticed that. In fact, it was hard to even tell, because there was much more sweat trickling down her face.
But now the pace was slow, nearly still. He was fully impaled in her pussy, but his hips were churning at a slow pace. He thought to himself, So close! So close! Shit, this is tough! I’ve got her right on the edge. Her entire body is on a hair trigger, and mine is too! I could cum buckets at any second if I just cease to hold back. But what do I do now? How do I take her over that last little bit, so she’ll do the whole body thing and not just a great but normal orgasm? Oh well, here goes nothing.
He wiped the sweat from his brow. "Sis, it’s close now. Close! I’m gonna start thrusting faster. Can you handle that? Can you hold out?"
She nodded a little bit.
"Good. If you can’t take it, let know. I’m not just fucking you, I’m not just collaring you, I’m binding you to , forever and ever!"
"Ever... ever..." She muttered absent-mindedly, like she was brain damaged. The glassy, silly smile on her face made her look brain damaged, too.
His thrusting grew in intensity, driving deeper and harder into her with each passing minute.
Her overwheld brain thought in shattered fragnts, Fuck! Fuck! ... Brother fucking... Total control... Total... Union. Unity. Master slave. Slave master. Together... Cum! Cum together. Co together... One... Love... One love... Us... Brother...
He was pounding her good and hard now, his ass cheeks rising up and down, up and down. Mostly because of her cuffs, he’d been on top the entire ti and he was getting exhausted, but he knew that he couldn’t quit now. The finish line was in sight.
He gasped, "Sis! Sis! Almost! Almost! ... Get ready... Gonna cum. Cum together! Ready? Ready?"
"Ready!" she suddenly scread, her mind and body sohow waking while simultaneously remaining in a near trance. "Do it!"
"Almost! Almost! rge! Gonna rge! Ready? Here it cos!"
He could feel his balls tightening, and the signal that climax was near was affecting his entire body. For so bizarre reason, he flashed to a scene in Star Wars where the technicians were moving levers and setting the firing of the Death Star in motion. He felt like there was just that kind of drawing of power together going on in his body.
"NOW!" he suddenly scread. "NOW!" The Death Star fired its giant laser beam, only it was his penis firing his cum, bareback, into the back of her womb. His face contorted and his mouth hung open, although he was too far gone to know if he was silent, or screaming at the top of his lungs.
Katherine felt a flood of release. It was like she was a wind-up toy, and she’d been wound and wound and wound until she felt the spring break. She was wildly unwinding, and it felt simply incredible. She could unwind forever, it seed. For hours!
Only this was no ordinary orgasm. She’d known about Alan fucking Susan, and then Amy, into whole body orgasms, but she hadn’t given that any thought tonight, and hadn’t begun to imagine that it might happen to her too. She’d been too busy trying not to cum the entire ti. So, while she didn’t have a conscious label for it, she knew that sothing special was happening as she felt a tingle of awareness and arousal wash outwards in an inexorable flood, taking over her entire body.
Except it was much more than just arousal; it was nearly a spiritual experience as well. She truly felt a oneness with her brother, a sense that they were rging together, if only for a mont.
All too soon, that mont passed. She returned to the ordinary world, and found her mind discovering more mundane sensations. She realized that she was screaming now. She could feel the jets of cum firing in her pussy, and an intense pulsing as her muscles clenched and unclenched down there, over and over.
Susan had been sleeping, but she woke up to Katherine’s screaming. She opened her eyes, but she wasn’t alard in the slightest since she instantly recognized the erotic passion in the screams. Aaaaah. Tiger’s putting the wood to Angel. That warms my heart to hear my son-master fuck my daughter like she needs to be fucked. Wow, he’s really giving it to her good! I can’t wait to find out all about it tomorrow!
She was tempted to get up and take a peek, but she was too tired. She closed her eyes again and went right back to sleep, feeling that all was well in the world.
Slowly but surely, the orgasmic peak passed for brother and sister, and their bodies started to crash. It was very late, and they’d both had a long and full day. All of this fucking was great fun, but it was extrely exhausting.
So both of them imdiately began to drift off to sleep.
Alan didn’t even think to pull out. His penis went flaccid inside her, but it was big and long enough to remain within her, despite all the gushing cum that had turned her slit into a slick and slippery tunnel.
Neither of them thought to uncuff her, or had the energy to do it if they’d thought of it. But she liked that. She was more than willing to put up with the discomfort of sleeping that way, because it reminded her of her complete subservience and helplessness. Her hands happened to be cuffed behind his back at the mont, and she particularly liked that, because it ant she’d be "forced" to hug him all night. Her blindfold was still on as well, but she didn’t even notice.
Just before he lost consciousness, one of his hands drifted up to her neck and he lightly fingered her collar.
She felt that, and smiled. She heaved a contented sigh. The last coherent thought that she had before sleep finally took her was: Aaaah... the father of my children!
Like Susan, she went to sleep feeling that all was well in the world.
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