- My Family -
Bi-Sexual Female / 20
Mark (aka Ruth 8)
My slightly older brother, Matt, had just given me a wonderful orgasm. He felt me tense up and then relax, releasing all of the pent-up energy with my climax. He heard the little “sex sounds” that I made; he heard them build up as his fingers tongue and lips metaphorically wound me up like a clock spring. Figuratively, I was a backward clock, in which the alarm was not made with a sound, but rather near silence.
Our older brother, Mark, had been kneeling next to Matt, watching him lick and nibble my delicate folds, and drink my nectar with his tongue. Although his younger brother’s head was obviously in the way, Mark had been able to see, enjoy, and learn. All from a tremendous vantage point that neither I nor Matt had ever had as we watched our mother, father, and his ex-wife have sex through the window of this very room.
My entire body was tingling, and it was as if I was floating around in the heavens. Matt paused after I came, allowing me to catch my breath. Then moved his amorous attentions from my hyper-sensitized trigger outward. He began kissing my inner thighs, my hips, my mound, and my belly. I had been holding my brother’s head, and I relaxed my grip and began playing with his hair.
As Matt worked his way up my body kissing my ribs and the undersides of my breasts, I looked at Mark, and I smiled.
“Hey big brother,” I said softly, almost breathlessly, “would you like to fuck me?”
Mark had a quizzical look– with a little tentative smile– on his face.
“Matt got me all nice and wet.”
“It's okay, big brother,” Matt said. “She wants you to, or she wouldn't have asked.”
“It's better than just okay,” I said. “No worries, I still have a few safe days left.”
“Safe?” asked Mark.
“Yeah,” Matt said, “I'll explain it all later, but it's perfectly safe to dip your wick in Ruth today.”
“I want you to,” I said.
Mark looked at me, and he looked at Matt, then he unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants down.
“Shirt too,” Matt said, “she's a lady.”
In less than a minute, Mark was standing there in front of me naked– well, except for a pair of white socks. Needless to say he had an erection. A nice stiff one which he would share with me in just a moment.
Matt stood up, and walked around the chair until he was behind me. He kissed me on top of my head and on my shoulders as Mark got into position, placing his right foot beside my left buttocks. I wiggled around a little bit to give him a good angle. Then Mark kissed me on my lips as he dragged the tip of his dick from my inner thigh into my waiting slit, getting plenty of my slick natural juices on the skin covering the head.
Mark slowly pushed his cock inside of me. I felt every single thing. I felt his covered head part my lips, then push past my swollen tissue at the entrance until he was inside. I felt his head journey past the ripples– pushing them apart. I felt his skin bunch up near my entrance and push me open just a little bit more. I felt his shaft fill a part of me– some might say a void in me– just as nature or God had intended for it to.
Soon, as he began to move back and forth at his knees and rock his hips, I felt his shaft, skin, and head alternately push in on my ripples. He was making them tingle. Then he pulled back against them making the nerves inside me snap like a thousand tiny little finger-clicks.
I felt him as he angled his thrusts so that with each one his head rubbed against the more swollen, more sensitive flesh at the top of my insides.
Matt continued to very gently massage my scalp and kiss me on my left shoulder and neck. While Mark skillfully fucked me– pulling himself out and pushing himself back in at a nice steady rate. He nestled his head against my right cheek and shoulder– and made his own soft “sex sounds” as we took turns in a most erotic chorus.
Mark's technique was wonderful– as is Matt's and best of all, they are deliciously different, like steak and prime rib. As he imparted more and more of his energy into me, winding me up like a clock spring, I thought about how wonderful it was. What he was doing and how different it was from what Matt does, and how I just have to be the luckiest woman on Earth to have these two caring men as my brothers and lovers.
Our older brother, Mark, had been kneeling next to Matt, watching him lick and nibble my delicate folds, and drink my nectar with his tongue. Although his younger brother’s head was obviously in the way, Mark had been able to see, enjoy, and learn. All from a tremendous vantage point that neither I nor Matt had ever had as we watched our mother, father, and his ex-wife have sex through the window of this very room.
My entire body was tingling, and it was as if I was floating around in the heavens. Matt paused after I came, allowing me to catch my breath. Then moved his amorous attentions from my hyper-sensitized trigger outward. He began kissing my inner thighs, my hips, my mound, and my belly. I had been holding my brother’s head, and I relaxed my grip and began playing with his hair.
As Matt worked his way up my body kissing my ribs and the undersides of my breasts, I looked at Mark, and I smiled.
“Hey big brother,” I said softly, almost breathlessly, “would you like to fuck me?”
Mark had a quizzical look– with a little tentative smile– on his face.
“Matt got me all nice and wet.”
“It's okay, big brother,” Matt said. “She wants you to, or she wouldn't have asked.”
“It's better than just okay,” I said. “No worries, I still have a few safe days left.”
“Safe?” asked Mark.
“Yeah,” Matt said, “I'll explain it all later, but it's perfectly safe to dip your wick in Ruth today.”
“I want you to,” I said.
Mark looked at me, and he looked at Matt, then he unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants down.
“Shirt too,” Matt said, “she's a lady.”
In less than a minute, Mark was standing there in front of me naked– well, except for a pair of white socks. Needless to say he had an erection. A nice stiff one which he would share with me in just a moment.
Matt stood up, and walked around the chair until he was behind me. He kissed me on top of my head and on my shoulders as Mark got into position, placing his right foot beside my left buttocks. I wiggled around a little bit to give him a good angle. Then Mark kissed me on my lips as he dragged the tip of his dick from my inner thigh into my waiting slit, getting plenty of my slick natural juices on the skin covering the head.
Mark slowly pushed his cock inside of me. I felt every single thing. I felt his covered head part my lips, then push past my swollen tissue at the entrance until he was inside. I felt his head journey past the ripples– pushing them apart. I felt his skin bunch up near my entrance and push me open just a little bit more. I felt his shaft fill a part of me– some might say a void in me– just as nature or God had intended for it to.
Soon, as he began to move back and forth at his knees and rock his hips, I felt his shaft, skin, and head alternately push in on my ripples. He was making them tingle. Then he pulled back against them making the nerves inside me snap like a thousand tiny little finger-clicks.
I felt him as he angled his thrusts so that with each one his head rubbed against the more swollen, more sensitive flesh at the top of my insides.
Matt continued to very gently massage my scalp and kiss me on my left shoulder and neck. While Mark skillfully fucked me– pulling himself out and pushing himself back in at a nice steady rate. He nestled his head against my right cheek and shoulder– and made his own soft “sex sounds” as we took turns in a most erotic chorus.
Mark's technique was wonderful– as is Matt's and best of all, they are deliciously different, like steak and prime rib. As he imparted more and more of his energy into me, winding me up like a clock spring, I thought about how wonderful it was. What he was doing and how different it was from what Matt does, and how I just have to be the luckiest woman on Earth to have these two caring men as my brothers and lovers.
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# 58104 - by Ruthandherbros / April 29, 2022
