Mafia Desire (Erotica)

I found myself gasping for air, my breath quickening in response to the amazing feelings I was experiencing inside my beautiful baby sister. It had never been like this with others I had slept with. No other vagina or mouth that any woman had been kind enough to allow me to get near had ever felt anywhere near as amazing as this. I felt like her beautiful, soft pussy had been molded specifically to fit my cock. I wanted to ask her if she felt the same, but I didn’t have the words. I was too lost in the experience to be able to think.

Amy’s long slender arms were wrapped around my body in a tight embrace as our pelvises thrust toward each other in rhythmically. She held me so tight that she actually lifted from the bed at one point, my body supporting us both as she clung to me. Her mouth devoured mine, sometimes wandering to my neck, throat, and shoulders before returning back to resume the battle between our tongues. Our kisses were heated, urgent, built on a need that was months, maybe years in the making between us. The sex was no longer gentle, it was driven, our bodies slamming together in unison. Her fingernails dug into my back, as her moans gave way to wails of desire. I found myself pulling her body so tightly against mine that I worried I was hurting her and I barely summoned enough willpower to ease up on my ferociousness.

Amy continued to chant “I want this. I want this. I want this. I want this.” over and over. She was reciting it like a mantra, exhaling the words, using gasps to refill her lungs at the end of each “this” almost like punctuation. I wasn’t sure that she was fully aware she was saying the words, and as her body rushed toward her orgasm, her words became less of a sentence.

“I want this. I want thi- … I want … I want” The words poured from her mouth into my ears, her breathing becoming more and more ragged as our bodies continued to collide. “Want” sounding like a desperate plea, straining her voice with its need. Her cries were urging me toward my own orgasm as I could feel my balls tightening and the rush through my groin that told me the inevitable was on the way.

With a last few, almost tearful pleas of “Want… want… want…” coming from Amy’s delirious mouth, her orgasm washed over her in a wave. A joyful cry, almost like a shriek, escaped her lips as her upper body flushed and she gripped me like I was all that was keeping her from certain death. I felt her warmth escalate as her body bathed my cock and balls with her oils as she came. That was all it took for my cock to surrender to her and release bursts of semen deep into her body. After the first few ropes bathed the walls of her canal, my thrusting ceased and we could both feel the pulsing of my dick as it fired a few more volleys of come into her. I lowered myself against her slowly, holding her close, remaining inside her.

We both were completely out of breath, sweat pouring from our bodies. When my rapidly softening cock finally fell free from her body, I rolled to lay beside her on my back, still catching my breath. I became aware that my back was stinging from where her fingernails had scratched me all along my shoulder blades. I noticed that my left ear was ringing from her screaming into it during her orgasm, and felt a little bit of an ego boost. I both loved and marveled that I had had that kind of effect on her.

“Holy… shit.” Amy was the first to speak, after several minutes. “That was fucking incredible!”

“Yeah,” I replied, my eyes were closed, reflecting on what had just transpired.

She rolled herself up against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I was immediately distracted by her bare breasts smashed against my side, although I was in no condition to do much about it just yet.

“I didn’t know it would be like that. Wow.” She spoke softly, “I love you so much.”

I tilted my head and kissed her gently for a moment.

“I love you, too.”

We both drifted to sleep shortly after.

* * *

When I woke up, I discovered I was alone in the bed. I glanced at the clock in the darkness and saw it was not long after midnight. I’d only slept a little over an hour, it seemed. I heard the shower running down the hall, and pondered if she would mind if I joined her. Probably not, I reasoned.

I sat up and was surprised when the bed sheet clung to my back before falling away with a strange pulling sensation on my skin. I looked back at the bed and saw little red dots and stripes where I had been laying. I remembered her nails on my back and thought “aw.. shit.”

I gathered up the bed sheets and carried them downstairs to the utility room. After chucking them in the washing mashing, hoping that they’d come clean in the wash, I padded back upstairs and grabbed fresh sheets from the linen closet. I’d managed to wash acrylic paint out of the sheets more than once, hopefully I’d be just as lucky with relatively fresh blood stains.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Tossing the clean sheets in the general direction of the bed, I headed to the bathroom where I found the door open. Leaning in the doorway, I spent a moment watching her wash her hair through the frosted glass of the shower door. After a moment, she cracked the shower door open and looked out at me.

“You gonna stand there staring or are you going to join me?” She asked.

When I didn’t immediately get in the shower, she stepped out, water dripping from her gorgeous naked form, grabbed my hand and drug me in with her.

“I guess I’m joining you,” I laughed.

“Damn right, you are.” She said, smiling, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I took put my hands on her waist as I stepped under the shower head. We swayed back and forth under the water with our eyes closed, holding each other close, seemingly slow dancing together to a song that only we could hear. We gently kissed each other for a while, until I remembered that hot water was a finite thing.

“So, how far along are you with the soap?” I asked, picking her body wash up from the shower shelf and looking at her with a sense of purpose.

“If you’re bathing me, we can just start over as far as I’m concerned.” She grinned at me. So I did exactly that and bathed every part of her, paying particular attention to her more intimate bits. I let my hands roam over every inch of her body, thus ensuring that she had been thoroughly lathered and rinsed by the time I was finished. I found her so breathtakingly beautiful that I could have worked on cleaning her body all day and never uttered a word of complaint. When I crouched down to wash her legs, she noticed the scratches all over my shoulders.

“Oh shit, did I do that to you?” She exclaimed.

“Unless you have an angry badger stashed around here somewhere, yeah.” I replied with a smirk.

“Sorry,” Amy replied, not looking particularly apologetic. To be honest, she looked kind of pleased with herself.

“A smarter man than myself might suspect you have it in for me.” I said, which made her laugh. She fell silent as I resumed focusing my attention on rinsing the soap off of her legs. I particularly enjoyed watching the water stream down the swell of her hips.

I let my hands glide up the backs of her calves and thighs as I stood, cupping the magnificent globes of her ass in my hands as I stood and kissed her. Her body shivered appreciatively. She took reached back and took one of my wrists, guiding it up so that my hand cupped her breast as she leaned up to kiss me. Her arousal, while not as driven as it had been earlier, was clearly evident. Finally, she pulled away from me and grabbed the soap.

“Your turn,” she said as she began lathering up my chest and arms. I watched her as she methodically washed me all over, enjoying the feel of her hands on me. Her breasts hypnotically swayed as she leaned this way or that and proved to be a great distraction. The water began to cool considerably by the time she was done rinsing me off. The cool water had little effect on my erection, which drew me to her body like a divining rod.

I shut the water off, grabbed a towel and began drying her off. Eventually, she took over, wrapping the towel around her shoulders as she dried her hair. I grabbed a towel of my own and was drying myself when I saw her stop and stare at me with a strange little smile on her face.

“What?” I asked, waiting for her to point out something stupid I had done. This was usually the case when she would stop and grin at me like this.

“Just remembering what we did a little while ago.” Her smile widened.

“Oh yeah? What was that?” I said, smiling back at her myself.

“My big brother finally put his big dick in me.” She kept smiling, emphasizing that we had just committed pure incest. “And I loved every moment of it.”

“Speaking of that,” I began, bracing myself for the hit that I knew was about to come, “Does sex with you always involve chanting and bloodshed? I just wanna know what to expect. Is this some kind of occult thing?”

“Oh god. Don’t make fun of me for that.” She whined, her face blushed deep red. She buried her face in the towel around my neck in embarrassment.