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--Sarah’s Night--
Sarah squirmed nervously, unable to find any comfort in her bed. Beloved stuffed animals watched in stark silence as she tossed and turned. Her adrenaline was too high to let her nap, her mind was too busy to do any reading, and her heart was far too excited to let her simply keep still.
Every minute of every hour past laboriously. She did some chores around the house, showered for longer than she needed to, tried on almost all possible combinations of her dressier clothes and still had to wait for at least another half hour to see if Nick really would take her into town.
She went rigid as she heard the front door, leapt to her feet as the resounding steps of two people making their way up the stairs. She was almost to the doorknob when she froze in place and bit her lip. “No, stupid,” she said quietly. “Don’t step on Sylvia’s time…”
She sighed, slumped over somewhat, and slowly flopped her way back over to the bed. Once there she plopped down, little more than a boneless heap seeking spring loaded comforts. Her head rolled against her pillow as she softly groaned. “Goood that’d be so hot thooough. I’d have to convince Sylvia to let me stay… Nick would watch us…” She suddenly turned over. “He’d like that, right? Watchin’ us? Guys like that sorta thing… God and Sylvia would start getting reeeaally into it, of course Nicky couldn’t resist!”
Idly, her legs opened and closed. She could feel herself getting warmer at the imagined scene. She nibbled her fingertips and rolled her hips, moaning softly as her shorts rose up against her sheets and pressed firmly into her sex. She then bit her tongue, straightened her legs, and plopped her fist down at her sides. “Nope! No no no, none of that! Gotta save it for later. Desserts always better when you wait.” She slowly sat up and sighed. “And right now I need a lot of ice cream.”
Grudgingly planting her feet floor-ward, Sarah rose to the sight of her sister in the doorway.
“OH! Sarah, hi! I was just going to get something real quick.”
She watched her twin cross the room, slide her under the bed storage drawer out and produce a tight bundle of papers. “Hey wait, isn’t that-”
“Yep!” She straightened it out a little, took a quick breath to center herself and rushed out toward the attic hatch.
Sarah couldn’t help but noticed the giddy yet anxious look on her sister’s face. The mixture of happiness and jealousy she then felt only made her desire for ice cream even deeper.
The intentionally slow trip downstairs was an autopilot affair, her surroundings were a soft blur of inconsequence followed by triviality, with a dash of indifference to taste. She popped the top of one of the cup sized ice cream cartons into the trash, picked out a clean spoon and barely noticed Dana sitting across from Julie in the living room with a distinct blush on her face. It was a very rare sort of look that caught her eye, much the way ancient travelers looked to the heavens and beheld the death of a star with their naked eyes.
Her fascination with Dana’s expression was much briefer than that however, as Dulce de Leche ice cream filled her mouth with much more important matters.
As she almost groggily sojourned toward her room, Sarah heard a delighted giggle and stopped in her tracks. From her place on the stairs, she could see Nick had carried her twin down from the attic, and was now setting her down on a pair of still wobbly legs.
“Sure you don’t wanna go first?” Nick asked.
Sylvia shook her head. “I really don’t want you to be late to your date with Sarah, I know I’m not making it down those stairs so I’ll just wait in our room and let her know to get ready.”
There was no doubt in Sarah’s mind that Nick and Sylvia had just had sex, the flushed and somewhat glossy skin, the askew clothing, and her twin’s slightly unnatural stance. And yet, clearly in post-coital reflection, Sylvia was still putting her first.
As Nick closed the bathroom door, Sarah almost leapt the rest of the stairs ahead of her, charged forward, and hugged her beloved sister as tightly as she could.
“WHA?! AHAHA! SARAH!” She giggled joyously as the hug turned into a little dance.
“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SYL!” She finally hopped back and wiped a giddy tear or two from her eyes. “Oh! Here here, have the rest of my ice cream, I gotta get ready!” She almost lost track of her feet as she barreled into their room and started shedding her relaxed daywear.
Sylvia entered, closed the door, and with a pleasantly resigned sigh, watched the mad flourish of Sarah’s clothing drop to the floor. She kept her legs spread as she sat on her bed, the welcome ache of her freshly pleasured nethers alleviated ever so slightly.
As Sarah slipped on a fresh bra she eyed her identical sibling carefully, a wicked dose of curiosity leaping to the forefront of her mind. “So Syl… What exactly did you and Nick do?”
“Huh?” she answered almost dropping a spoonful of ice cream. “Oh! Um… Well… After the movie we talked a lot, and I uh… Showed him m-my script…”
“OH!” Sarah laughed as she hopped into her black skinny jeans. “You actually did that whole ‘against the wall’ thing?! That’s amazing!”
Sylvia sighed dreamily. “It… Really was… He was so gentle and patient… God I knew he’d be sweet about the whole thing, but it was perfect.” She stirred the spoon in the small cup of slowly melting dessert. “I think we all forget how strong Nicky really is… He didn’t need me to help at all, like I weighed nothing in his hands.”
Sarah slipped on a red chest hugging crop top bearing the art of Queen’s ‘News of the World’ album cover. As she straightened it out she asked, “So, did you put a rubber on him?”
Sylvia’s eyes went wide for a moment, she then blushed and shrank away from the answer like a puppy to a rolled up newspaper. She slumped back onto her bed with a frustrated groan. “I knew I forgot something!”
“You’re still on the pill, sweetie.”
“I know! But… God I’m supposed to be the responsible one…”
Sarah laughed. “Yeah, who likes things to go up her tight little-”
“SARAH!”
She tittered playfully. “S'true though! Ooh, wait… Did you?”
“… J-just his finger…” She groaned once more, draping her arm over her blushing face. “God it felt so good I almost fell down…”
Sarah was just about to slip on her well worn, practically patched together leather jacket when she set it down on her bed and calmly lied down beside Sylvia. There was a sudden bashfulness in her as she worked up the nerve to both say and do something. She reached down and rested her hand just below Sylvia’s stomach. “So it all went in here then.”
“Y-yeah? Why?”
Sarah idly traced her fingers in a circle against her sister. “… There’d still be a little bit inside then, yeah? You didn’t get to wash it out…”
It did not require any preternatural ability for Sylvia to instantly see the point of the question. “S-Sarah, you’re not…”
“… Just a taste?” She asked plaintively. “I… I always wanted to know what you and Nick would taste like together…”
Sylvia could feel how beet red her face must’ve been as she quietly turned her head away. It was a quiet gesture that they’d both established to mean 'yes, even though I feel super embarrassed about it.’
Sarah moved closer and sweetly kissed her cheek in thanks. Slowly she worked her hand under the waistband of Sylvia’s skirt and panties. Her sister writhed and gasped, the simple touches overexciting her still sensitive nethers. She was almost breathless as Sarah’s finger slipped in, her heart skipped a beat as it worked around her insides, clenching madly at the probing digit. She grunted as her belly seized up and a tiny firework went off behind her eyes.
“Oh wow…” Sarah gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go off like that…”
A drawn out and shuddering hum was all Sylvia could manage, especially as Sarah carefully pulled back. She just barely opened an eye, and instantly she wished she hadn’t been so curious. As she watched her sister suckle on the sodden finger, the look of lewd delight on her face at the taste of a freshly fucked pussy only served to excite her already overloaded sex drive.
Sarah let the taste of them linger in her mouth. She had no clue if she liked it outright, or if the image of what it took to produce it made it taste better. Either way, it was enough to work a content little moan of joy out of her. She’d gone down on Sylvia as many times as she’d gone down on her, that taste was immediately familiar. But the new twist of lime to a familiar flavor was Nick, a surprising undercurrent that brought the whole thing together. She wanted more, and she knew exactly how she’d get it. But there was something far more important to do before that, two somethings actually. The first was easy enough; she slowly spooned up to her sister’s side and embraced her lovingly. To others it always seemed that Sarah was the bolder of the two, willing to push boundaries and take chances. The truth however, was that Sarah was able to be brave and daring because she knew Sylvia was there. That she’d always be there, cheering her on, supporting her, picking her up when she fell.
“Are you scared?” Sylvia asked quietly.
“… A little.”
“Good. That means you’re really feeling it.”
“… What if he doesn’t like it?”
“That’s not what scares you. You’re worried he’ll just say he does even if he doesn’t.”
“… He wouldn’t.”
“Nope.” Sylvia gently rubbed the back of Sarah’s head. “He really wouldn’t.”
A knock came into their quiet moment suddenly. Sarah flashed her sister a bright smile and sprang to her feet. “Gimme a minute!” She called out as she quickly threw on her jacket and dragged a guitar case out from under her bed.
—
The Bandit’s Rose was cozy for a basement level pub. The bar itself seemed to be handcrafted mahogany, the seats all still matched the tables, and the warm light of the hanging lamps gave the place the feeling of a lived-in den. The pub’s Emcee was in the midst of his introduction roll as Nick’s eyes caught Sarah on line for the open mic sign-up sheet. It was a thankfully quiet night so she wouldn’t have to wait too long to go on stage.
As each person ahead of her signed and she took another step closer, she thought of everything that lead to this moment. A shoebox guitar to impress her sister at six. Their mother’s proclamations of a happily misspent youth following bands across the country. Nick working overtime to buy her burgundy Fender Stratocaster with a letter that simply stated, “Now you don’t have an excuse.”
She’d always practiced in her shared room, studied in private whenever possible, the music and the strings were as confidential as a diary and she only ever played in front of Sylvia. When asked to play for anyone else she’d always reply, 'if I did, it’d have to be my very best. And I’m not there just yet.’
The moment she signed her stage name to her time on the stage quickly bled past her awareness. There was small talk at their table as the other performers played and sang. Each bout of applause was a countdown timer until finally she heard her faux title called out. To the tune of polite clapping, she took up her case and headed to the stage. Her legs felt lighter than she could ever recall, every fiber of muscle absolutely ready for a mad dash to the nearest exit. She plugged in her guitar, sat the on-stage stool, waited for the house lights to dim, and froze.
Suddenly every single command her brain issued became garbled static, bubbling up into a cold sweat that ran down her back. She was mute before a mic and the quiet burbles of the small crowd resounded like a passing freight train in her panic addled mind. In the shadows, the audience became amorphous blurs of motion and vague color that quickly morphed into a tangible expression of contempt for her failing to perform, rather than actual people.
That’s when Nick stood up, took his chair closer to the stage, and sat where he knew she could see him. Any complaints made by others in the audience wavered in seconds.
At the sight of him, her fingers turned from weighty cold stone to warm flesh once more. They quickly found their places amid the steel strings and began to move as commanded. It was astonishing, somehow through the fog of doubt, a mighty flare of joyful energy made itself known. It was so unlike playing her heart out in solo sessions, even more so when she played for Sylvia. Nick was clearly in her sights and in her heart she was playing every note for him, and the crowd was getting to watch this explosion of her emotions. Every second of it was a truly thrilling event.
She’d debate later whether that feeling was the thrill of performing, or an incredibly subtle bit of S&M tier exhibitionism.
Her three songs over far too soon, she practically floated on honest applause off the stage. The stew of endorphins and subsiding adrenaline might as well have filled her bones with helium she felt so light and happy. Nick stood as she approached and she collided with him into a gleeful embrace.
“That was amazing, Sarah.” He said directly into her ear.
She hugged him even tighter and buried her face into his chest. She couldn’t bear to look at him at that moment; she couldn’t stand looking up at that sincere smile, those beautifully honest eyes. She’d have to kiss him if she did and not a chaste thankful peck on the cheek either. The kind of kiss that would make everyone think a man well into his twenties was about to have his way with a high school girl and settle her internal showmanship debate.
She could resist, she could hold out, she knew she could. The promise of being able to do so much more after they left made her stronger. She’d get to kiss him all she wanted, touch him anywhere and everywhere, truly thank him for the loan of his courage and sweet praise.
Just so long as she didn’t look at him right that second.
“Wanna stay for the rest?”
She turned, thankful he’s craned his ear down for her, and said, “Only if you want to.”
“I already saw the best part of the show.”
She clenched her hands to keep herself in check, another one of those and she’d have to do something drastic. She stepped back, keeping her eyes from meeting his as she started walking out with Nick behind her.
As they sat in the car, but before Nick started the engine, she asked, “you meant that, r-right? You really liked it?”
“You know how you always wanted to wait for the right moment to show off what you could do?” He smiled broadly and put a hand on her shoulder. “That was absolutely worth the wait.”
She was right, about not looking, about one more compliment throwing her over the edge. That wonderful handsome face made her spring out of her seat at him. Her thighs knocked into the gear shift as she took hold of his head. As her lips firmly pressed to his, the car began to roll down the slight incline of the street. Nick barely noticed it past her head and quickly pulled the emergency break, unfortunately jerking Sarah loose and sending her elbow into the steering wheel. The resulting honk was every bit the curt throat clearing of an annoyed vehicle dealing with childish shenanigans.
The two shared startled looks before collapsing against one another in raucous laughter.
“Sorry,” Sarah eventually giggled. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Yeah, seems like I’m getting used to that.”
Sarah slowly shifted back into her seat and found herself playing with her bangs. “Is… that a bad thing?”
“No… I’m honestly just glad to have any kind of part in all this.”
“Whatcha mean by 'all this’ exactly?”
“Your lives, your passions… Your doubts, joys, fears, all of it. I’m just so happy I’m still a part of your lives.”
Sarah bumped him on the arm gently out of loving indigence. “Why the heck wouldn’t you be? You didn’t think we all stopped loving you because of stupid Lori, did you?”
Nick rubbed the back of his head softly and looked away, unable to meet her eyes thanks to the truth behind his.
“Nicky!”
“I know! I know it’s dumb, but it’s how I felt…”
“… I guess then, I’m glad.”
He finally managed the minor surge of courage to look her way.
“It means our feelings are finally getting through to you now. I can’t complain about that.”
The two shared earnest smiles and Nick started the car, taking them both through the streetlight and moon glow back home. Sarah talked about how it felt on the stage, how all the rehearsing and practice on her own never prepared her for the wild surge of emotions and intense pressure she felt on even that small a stage. She didn’t tell him that as they came closer to home, those feelings had begun to surge once more.
It was one thing to be brazen and bold next to a barely conscious Nick, crawling into his sleeping bag bottomless and trying to invade his dreams with lewdly spoken pleas for attention. Could she live up to her own imagination when the time came? Could she face the real Nick, entirely outside of her control, able to say 'no’, 'stop’, 'don’t’.
As the reached the door of their home, Sarah tugged on the hem of Nick’s shirt to get his attention. “Um… N-nick? Could I… Um… Come up later? I mean, if you don’t mind or if you’re not too tired…”
Nick’s pitiful attempt to hide his blush only egged her on even more as he barely managed a nod and fumbled with the house keys.
Inside, the kitchen light was the only illumination, it seemed everyone else had retired to their rooms for the night. Nick looked down at his watch and saw they were much later coming home than he thought they were. Quietly, they slipped off their shoes at the door and made their way upstairs.
Sarah recoiled in surprise when she walked into her room and saw Sylvia carefully painting Julie’s toes.
“Oh hey!” Sylvia quietly called out with a smile. “So? How’d it go? Great right?”
Sarah closed the door behind herself, leaned against it, closed her eyes, and slid down to the floor with a content sigh. “It was awesome! Scary, but awesome…” When she opened her eyes once more, her lowered perspective let her see the deep cerulean blue polish Julie’s toes were receiving. Some quiet recollection percolating in the distance of her thinking reminded her it was Nick’s favorite color. “So… What’s the deal with you two?”
Sylvia shrugged. “Julie won’t tell me. Just that she had an idea and she wanted me to paint her toes for it.”
When she looked to Julie all she got was a cute wink.
“Huh…” Sarah processed the data slowly as she stood up and began to peel away her tight ‘rocker in the spotlight’ attire, leaving her guitar case by the door. She opened the locked bottom drawer of their dresser and pulled out a sheer black nightie. She laid it out on her bed then started to tug off her underwear. 'Obviously must be for Nick,’ she thought. 'So she’s gonna do something where he gets a good look at her toe- Ohhhh… Well, I kinda wanted to try that, but I’ll let her get first dibs on that. Hell, while I’m thinking about it…’
“Say Julie,” Sarah asked calmly as she slid the thin black attire on. “You and Nick just kinda jumped into things, huh? Just a lot of passion and no foreplay?”
Julie smiled and sighed, “It’s the only part I regret… I just couldn’t wait any more and I lost my head in the moment.”
“You Syl?”
“Oh… Uh… Well… A l-little… My l-legs started to give so we um… Y'know…” She blushed and smiled as she recalled the feelings of the afternoon.
“Huh,” Sarah smiled quite serenely as she carefully adjusted the body hugging lace. An elaborate pattern served as the only barrier of clear view to her chest and spaces below. Said erogenous areas were carefully framed in embroidered crimson flowers that guided the eye but didn’t detract. She slowly walked out of the room, a distinct and melodic sway in her hips as she hummed sweetly. Her anxiousness and reservations turned around at last and the surging urge to perform began to rise in her chest yet again. A solo performance for the man she adored, and she finally knew the song to start off her set.
With a tug the attic stairway unfurled, excitement and trepidation danced on her senses every step of the way. Nick had set one of the lights in his room to a dim candle-like glow, making up for the lack of moonlight filtering in. As she came into his view she heard the springs of his bed give a creak and just saw him sitting up on the edge of his bed.
His eyes went wide, his jaw began to slack, and Sarah couldn’t be happier if she was on drugs.
This was the stage, the audience was ready and the house lights were good and dim. The sway in her hips set the tempo, the move onto his lap was the bassline, her fingers found their place in his hair to play the first chord, and the first note was struck as her lips met his.
She hadn’t spoken a word, her confidence was overwhelming. Nick did his level best to keep up, but it was impeccably clear who was in charge.
Eventually she sat back onto his thighs, hands lovingly caressing his cheeks as hooded and hungry eyes looked up at him. Before her was an embarrassment of riches; she could feel the heat in his skin rising, see his breathing ratchet up. He became audience and instrument all in one. What tones could he produce, what notes, what melodies. Her touch would make him sing out, and that revelation was almost dizzying. She could lose herself in the flow if she didn’t anchor herself to the moment.
This was a show after all, and the audience comes first.
“Nicky…” She called to him quietly, kissing the side of his neck to keep herself satisfied for the moment. “Do you know why we’re doing all this? Why we want to touch you? Hold you? Give you our all?”
Nick was quiet at first, he wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical, it didn’t help that the rain of loving touches clouded his rationale. “B-because you… Love me?”
“Absolutely.” She kissed his chin. “Totally.” Cheek. “Whole heartedly.” She moved up and pressed her forehead against his. “You always did your best to make us feel loved and keep us happy. You even swallowed up your pain and loneliness to save us any trouble.”
“S… Sorry…”
The melody hitched there for a moment.
“You all still worried… I can’t imagine what seeing me like that made you all feel…”
She pulled back; she needed to see his face.
“I know that if I had to watch any of you go through heartbreak like that… It’d hurt me almost as much. So, I’m sor-”
Sarah was quick to silence him with a kiss. An impassioned tactical strike, born of her overriding love for this sweet and caring man. She couldn’t bear an apology, not from him, not now or ever. She pushed, and he laid down as she wished. Once he was on his back she held herself up on her arms over him and looked him straight in the eyes. “Don’t be dumb,” she said quietly. “You were hurt, that’s not your fault. We wanted you to feel loved, so we loved you more and more. If you want to make it up to us…” She leaned her body down against his. “If you feel like you have to…” She rubbed herself against him. “Just let us show you…” She kissed him sweetly. “Just how much we care.”
Nick couldn’t argue even if he wanted to, which he didn’t. It seemed the twins had this commanding nature that came when embracing their passions in common. Performers, who unleashed their hidden natures when on stage. He was part of the show and audience as well, so he thought it best to just go along and enjoy it.
Sarah snuggled up to his side, wrapping one of his arms around herself as she rubbed his chest. She didn’t know if he rose to meet her touch intentionally, and she didn’t care. With the smoothness of a serpent, her hand slowly moved lower and lower, silently marveling at the taut and flexing muscles beneath it before finally sliding over to the overworked button on the front of his boxers. With a quiet giggle she ran a finger over the tent in his underwear, took pride in the small damp spot on the way, and set him free.
She gasped as the full length of him swayed ever so slightly. She settled in to get a better view, resting her cheek on his chest, speaking in quiet awe. “Oh my god… Nicky look at you! It’s so big… How do you even walk around with this all the time…” She tenderly caressed the head of it, eliciting a groan and twitch from her brother that only served to encourage her. “It’s so thick too…” She let what pre-cum there was saturate her palm as she slowly wrapped her fingers around his girth and began to tug away at it languidly. “You like that, sweetie?” Her thumb moved to rub the head of his cock with each upward stroke, eliciting a grunt or two. “Sounds like you do…”
She giggled and grinned as she watched him bite his lip, reach back his free hand to grip the pillow behind his head, and curl his toes uncontrollably. With a simple motion, she’d made him a writhing mess of pleasure. The feeling of control, every little response, it was everything she could’ve hoped for, but there was something missing she hadn’t thought of before. Fantasy has a way of skipping details to give the dreamer the dream they asked for, and nothing to hint what they couldn’t imagine.
As she felt Nick subtly rise to meet her touch, silently asking for more, she realized just what it was she wanted.
“Nicky,” she asked in a voice dripping in honey like sweetness. “Do you need more?” Her hand moved up and the butt of her palm languidly circled over the dripping hot head of his cock. “It’s not enough, right? Just this?” She turned and kissed his chest. “Just ask… That’s all you have to do. That’s all you ever have to do. Whenever you want, however you want. Just ask, and let me show you my love.”
His storm grey eyes met her own and she almost froze, even hazed by lust and pleasure, they were striking to her. He panted now, and moaned with abandon as he struggled to fit in the words. “P-ah! Please…”
She almost gasped at the sound of his voice. Impassioned, desperate, begging. She could never have imagined what it’d sound like.
“S-Sarah… P-please… M-mnng! More…”
If there was a built in meter in her brain for sexual desire, it exploded at that exact moment. A giddy, just shy of hysterical, giggle of excitement left her as she moved down Nick’s, thankfully, king sized bed.
A short and excited squeal came after as he willingly lifted his hips when she tugged at his boxers. He was hers, she could do what she wanted and he’d go along with her the whole way and back again.
And what she wanted more than anything else was to see him lose it completely. To forget the world outside the moment they shared, his doubts, troubles, fears, pain, and suffering. She’d take them away, she’d lighten his heart. Her body, her love, her heart would be the respite and salvation he deserved.
And that would all start with a long slow lick across ten inches.
There was no defining the taste; it wasn’t just her tongue deciding the flavor. The moment, the delicious sounds and sights of him as she lovingly tended to his dick. Even the size of it was a relative notion, from where she laid like a curled up cat about his legs, it towered in her view. She could hardly believe it’d fit in anywhere she or her sisters could offer him to shove it.
That would never stop her from trying.
He groaned, gasped, and fought to flatten his hips out as she suckled, licked, and drew him into her mouth. Her tongue danced and searched for and over every soft spot he had. She greedily lapped up every drop of pre cum he had to offer, and every swallow and happy hum destroyed another chunk of his resolve.
The insides of her cheeks would cave in to hug him, or slide over the tip when she tilted her head. What her mouth couldn’t cover, her hands tenderly massaged. Soon the pressure within built to bursting and he called out to her.
“AHN! MMNH! S-SARAH! I… I’M!”
She sweetly cradled his glans in her lips, suckling away like a newborn, shuddering in anticipation as his throes had brought on tiny earthquakes of her own.
He cried out a garbled mess of syllables that might have started as a word somewhere in his oral sex addled mind. A cascade of milky white followed it, filling Sarah’s mouth with what she’d pursued. The sticky, tingly warmth of it slowly ran down her throat as she happily swallowed it down.
As she suckled serenely to draw whatever remained out, the man below her ministrations shook like a leaf in the wind. She pulled back with an audible pop and panted over the moistened anatomy before looking up. Nick had just barely managed to meet her gaze and the flushed post orgasm expression on his face was absolutely worth any soreness in her jaw or throat. She gave his still rigid cock a tender kiss as a way of saying 'see you later’ before slowly climbing back to Nick’s side.
Or at least, that was her plan before his hands intercepted her. With a little shove and a firm hand she found herself on her back beneath him. The surprised squeak that left her was a bit embarrassing, but that was overrun by sudden apprehension.
Nick loomed over her. His well toned physique and height made him a literal wall of muscle and not until she was pinned beneath him did she quite understand what that meant. She suddenly felt like a rabbit before a wolf and quickly realized, that was absolutely what she wanted. Making him dance to her tune was fun. But giving up to him, being the instrument beneath his hands, that was far more exciting.
Imagine her surprise when what followed seemed the chastest kiss on the lips she could imagine. When she was about to question the sudden seeming shyness it was followed by another kiss on her cheek and weight of his torso slowly sliding down her body. Neck then shoulder, collarbone, chest. His teeth dragging down the top of her nightie down with his teeth until her breast were bare. His hands slid down her arms at last and she bit her lip in anticipation, only to have them simply continue on down her sides, sliding the nightie off the long way. Once more his lips answered her expectations with a better response as the came down on one of her areola and ran a slow circuit around the edge of her achy nipple.
She squirmed and whimpered, he was teasing her and she couldn’t help but love every second of it. Her hands busied themselves with his short black hair while the rest of her rubbed away at whatever parts of him were near. In time she was seized between his lips and tugged ever so tenderly. The furtive squeal of delight that followed only urged Nick forward, lavishing the excited nub in loving attention, only pausing when he heard a different sound.“
“T-tee-… Nff! Teeeeth.”
He looked up curiously, unsure he knew what she meant.
“I-it’s okay… T-to use them.”
She watched a myriad of micro emotions play out across the parts of his face still in view before he shut his eyes and set to work on her again. The first bite was testing the waters, so she answered with an affirmative cry of bliss. She wasn’t certain if she had a full on masochistic streak or not. But the occasional nip, pinch, and spank always made things all the more exciting for her.
A few more loving nibbles here or there and, to her joy and surprise, Nick kept going down. Sylvia had given her a fair share of fun down below as the two matured sexually, but the feeling of his tongue, broader and apparently longer as it introduced itself to her was so unlike it so as to be brand new. It danced over labia, lapped at her insides, and the capper of a canine pressing down on her needy clit was all she could stand as she yanked at hair, lost control of her muscles, and screamed his name to the ceiling.
As she slowly reclaimed the use of her body, she was lovingly cradled against his body, her anchor in the storm of sensations. Almost blindly she showered his cheek in loving pecks. She was overcome with bliss, overdosed by joy, and there was only one cure, one possibly solution. And it was nestled quite neatly between them.
She pulled and spoke sweetly. “Like this,” she requested. “Give it to me like this.”
Their bodies curved and shifted, the difference in their size making it a challenge but not insurmountable. She happily perched herself on all fours and let him hang over her as she felt his cock press against her more than ready cunt.
He slid in like she was made to order exactly in his size. Her body took every inch it could with carnal inspection. The beat of his heart rose to her core to try and match her own as heat and lust made making sense of anything nearly impossible.
He moved and all she could think of was the tug of her flesh against his. He bucked and her body demanded more with a huff of hot air. She would clench beyond her control, and try to meet him half way at random, knocking at the end of her, something she didn’t know she’d love so much. Unable to speak, she reached up and caressed his cheek, urging him on the only way she could. It became a symphony all its own. Their bodies finding a sort of tempo beyond the physical motions that set them off on a carnal chorus that ended in a body rocking crescendo that filled Sarah’s body with unbridled joy and seemingly impossible heat.
Her strength gave out and Nick kept her from falling onto the bed. With great care he laid back and let her come to rest on him, sliding out in the process, triggering a boneless shudder from her exhausted frame.
As she laid on him, sprawled out, sweaty, well and thoroughly fucked, she couldn’t imagine feeling any happier if Heaven itself had opened its doors to her. Especially when she felt Nick’s arms hug her tenderly. The last of her physical reserves dragged her to cuddle into his side, the spot she said she’d earn. She belonged there now, not the imagined Lori of his uncontrollable dreams.
Nick gently reached up, took off her glasses, and set them on the nightstand. He laughed softly, “Can’t believe you kept those on the whole time…”
“Buhwah? Oh,” she laughed slightly breathlessly, “honestly… I… Forgot I even had those on…”
“You know… Sylvia took hers off before.”
“Y… Yeah? Well… We aren’t completely identical, y'know…”
“Trust me, I know.”
She shifted, not that she was uncomfortable but the question that formed in her head inspired a physical response. “Um, about that… Did… Do I feel the same way Sylvia does? I-inside, I mean…”
Nick began to think on it and she interrupted. “No, you know what? Never mind. Doesn’t matter.”
“Y'sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m positive. I’m going to stop talking before I ask another stupid question and ruin the afterglow.”
He kissed her forehead sweetly, “not possible.”
“Stop being charming and fall asleep, you jerk. I thought guys always passed out after sex.”
“Where’d you get that-”
Sarah reached up and covered his mouth.
Nick smiled, sweetly kissed her palm and closed his eyes.