Mafia Desire (Erotica)

There was no doubt when she found the sketch. She froze in place, just staring at the page. I wasn’t sure she was breathing. Just when I started thinking that I had made a mistake in showing it to her, she looked up from it.

“You did this?”

“Well, yeah. I drew it that night. Before I did the hair thing.”

“It’s amazing.” Amy looked back down at it, her eyes were still wide in fascination. “How long did it take you? I slept through the whole thing?”

“A few hours. I did my best not to disturb you.” I stretched out, put my head on the pillow, and closed my eyes. “Anyway, you asked when I knew. That was the most defining moment I can think of. I saw you that night, asleep. In my goddamned shirt, of course. You just looked peaceful and… stunningly beautiful. I know I suck at drawing realistic images, but I felt like I had to try to capture that moment. Something about the shadows on your face, the lines of you, I don’t know… It just hit me. And it turned out to be the best drawing I’ve ever done.”

I felt the bed shift as she crawled back in with me and settled into my arms. “My big brother is still full of surprises.”

“I can’t believe I slept through you drawing that. It’s almost like a black and white photograph of me. It’s incredible, Adam.” She leaned back and planted kisses on my jaw until I tipped my head down so she could meet my lips.

“What about you?” I asked when we eventually came up for air.

“Well, let’s see…” She lay her head down on my chest, her fingers tracing designs that only she could see across my stomach. “Part of me, I think, always knew.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Oh, come on, that’s a weak answer.”

“No, not like that. Hear me out.” She continued. “Lots of little girls get crushes on their older brothers or their fathers growing up. It’s part of the process of maturing into an emotional adult. Their brother is the first male they become familiar with, the one that is their protector and keeps them safe from the thunder and lightning, the tornadoes, the dark, whatever it is they are afraid of. Until he matures enough to be too good to hang out with his little sister anymore and takes off to the skate park at every opportunity, that is.”

“I can see that, but I think your answer is a bit of a cop out.” I elected to ignore the skate park comment.

“Let me finish, would you?”

“Okay, I’m shutting up.”

“That was part of it. But that stuff has always kind of been in the back of my mind. Like when I told you that you were in my fantasies sometimes.” She locked eyes with me again, and let her hand graze my cheek affectionately. “I always came hardest if I was wearing one of your shirts. They smelled like you and it just kind of brought me into the fantasy more.”

I swallowed hard and made a mental note to quit bitching about her stealing my shirts all the time.

“Laying here in your bed the past few months, I’d get so turned on watching you paint. Something about the way your hands move over the canvases, it can be hypnotic to watch. You have an intensity to your movements when you are really focused on it. I don’t know why it gets me going so much sometimes, but it really does. I used to wonder so much what it would feel like to have your hands moving over me like that.” She grabbed my arm and placed my hand on her breast over her shirt. “And now I know.” She was smiling as I took the hint and groped her a bit while she continued.

“But that’s the lust part, I guess. I had felt something more for you for a while before, but I think I first realized I was actually in love with you at the park. Those guys came over and started hitting on me while you were cooking. They were cute and seemed nice, but when I considered the idea of giving one of them my number, I didn’t want to. And I thought about why that was. I looked over at you, your back was to me, and my stomach got butterflies. It just hit me out of nowhere that I didn’t want them. I wanted the guy that I felt more at peace and comfortable with than I ever had. I wanted the guy who made me feel safe, who went and beat the shit out of an asshole twice his size without asking anything in return just because he knew that the guy had hurt me. I realized that you were the most amazing guy I had ever met. I knew I was in love with you. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be and I don’t know how it happened. But that didn’t make it less true. I just didn’t know what to do about it.”

“I was really irritated with those pricks.” I chuckled. “Can’t tell you how relieved I was when you sent them packing.”

“Really?” She asked, as she crawled up on all fours, adopting a cat-like pose, in order to kiss my throat. Her hair cascaded across my face and shoulder, it tickled a little, but I didn’t mind at all. She was so effortlessly sexy that it was unreal to me. “I didn’t notice that at all.”

“I was trying really hard to hide it. I couldn’t even look that direction until I heard them walking away. I was going nuts. It’s not like I had any right to say anything about it.”

“But now you do, baby.” Amy sighed into my ear. “Because I’m all yours now.”

My cock and my heart both jolted at her last statement. I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and brought her lips to mine in a long kiss, caressing her breast with the other. She groaned into my mouth and moved her hips closer against me. Pushing her away from me slightly, which earned me a brief look of confusion, I rolled us over until I was on top of her. Her confused look vanished, to be replaced with desire again as she felt my erection pressed against her thigh.

I began kissing my way down her neck, lifting her shirt with my hands until my mouth reached the collar of her shirt. She allowed me to pull her shirt over her head and drop it on the edge of the bed, once again exposing her beautiful, creamy breasts to me. I wanted to put my dick between them, but that would be saved for another day. My hands slid down her sides, exploring every curve of her body as my mouth licked, nibbled, and sucked its way across her tits. Her hands were running through my hair, guiding my mouth toward the nipple it was searching for. I cupped her breast in my hand, gently squeezing it as I licked her nipple lovingly before pulling it into my mouth. She gasped sharply, and held my head to her breast. After a while, I moved to the other one to provide it with similar treatment, and was rewarded with an identical gasp. I began planting a series of kisses and small licks down her chest to her stomach, my hands sliding down to hook into the waist of her boxers, sliding them down her hips.

For the first time in my life, my baby sister lay completely naked before me. She seemed to stiffen a little, but somewhat obviously tried not to, and it occurred to me that she was uncomfortable. I paused what I was doing to look up at her face. Her eyes met mine, and I saw a hint of worry in her eyes. I had never seen the look on her face that she gave me at that moment, a particular look of shy vulnerability that only seems to exist between new lovers.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, shyly, sounding almost intimidated. I let my eyes wander over her naked form, taking in the full and inviting curves of her breasts, her taunt stomach, the swell of her hips, her hairless mound. I marveled at how she alternated so often between seeming to be confident and seductive versus sounding insecure and vulnerable.

“Are you kidding me? You look completely ravishing.” I leaned up to whisper in her ear, “I want to taste every part of you. Every single part. You are so fucking beautiful, baby.”

She whimpered in response, and I felt her body relax again. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I responded as I began kissing her stomach lightly, watching in fascination as it fluttered when my lips grazed its surface. She gasped a little with each kiss, clearly enjoying my explorations. Throughout my mouth’s expedition across her naked form, Amy kept one arm draped over her face, while the other drifted across my head and shoulder as I slowly retreated from her reach.

My lips continued to kiss down her body, along the outside of her hip. I could hear the disappointment in her moans that I had passed over her pussy. I had kissed my way to her knee and reversed my direction, working my way up the inside of her thigh. With each kiss as I moved closer to her sex, I kissed more lightly than the time before. Her breathing was increasing dramatically and she let out a groan every time my lips touched her. By the time I reached the base of her thigh, I didn’t even allow my lips to touch her. I gave her upper thigh a quick lick and blew hot air over it after. She arched her back achingly, trying to push her hips up toward me. I backed away, preventing her pelvis from touching me, causing her to whine in frustration. My hands slid down to her hips, pinning her lightly to the bed as I lowered my face to her pussy, lightly passing my tongue ever so gently along the outer edge of her already wet lips. She tried to raise her hips again, but I had her locked in place.

“You’re killing me.” she groaned at me. I expelled a breath of hot air over her slit in response, causing her to growl at me adorably. I could smell her desire for me and it was making it exceedingly hard for me to continue my teasing ritual as my mouth desperately wanted to worship her. Her hand suddenly slipped down, briefly obstructing my view as she started to rub herself. I pulled the hand away and was rewarded with a low growl of serious frustration.

“Baby, I’m dying here.” She pouted, as she tried to bring her hand back around again. In response, I simply took her hand and tucked it under her ass. She whined in protest, but didn’t try it again.

I proceeded to kiss my way down her other thigh, moving away from her pussy, which clearly frustrated her further. I allowed myself to get about halfway down her thigh, before I lifted away from her and moved directly to her pussy and planted a long lick directly to her slit, keeping my tongue wide and flat, starting at the bottom and gliding up to the hood of her clit. She let out a seriously loud moan of pleasure that I was fairly sure the entire house could have heard. I snatched a pillow and shoved it over her face before she even finished expelling the moan. She instantly wrapped her arms around the pillow, understanding my panic. I returned to licking her pussy, focusing my energy on licking small circles around the hood that housed her clitoris, with occasional dip to lick the juices that were seeping from her slit. Her taste was intoxicating. I could have stayed there and drank her essence for hours.

Within a few short minutes, I felt her thighs begin to quiver and I could tell she was approaching her orgasm. Her muffled cries were nearly escaping the pillow’s confines, as her excitement built under my touch. Remembering the sound of her orgasm the night before, part of me really resented that pillow, but it was all that kept us from being caught. I raised my tongue up to her clitoris and using the tip of my tongue like a pen, I began spelling out my feelings for her across her clitoris and hood. She bucked wildly against me, nearly screaming into her pillow as her orgasm overtook her. I abandoned her clitoris, correctly assuming that she was going to be too sensitive for me to continue stimulating it. Instead, I focused on lapping up her precious fluids as her orgasm subsided. She continued to shudder every couple of seconds as I licked her clean.