Fucked By My Brother At Woodstock : Brother Fuckers 12

The Woodstock festival attracts its fair share of free-thinking individuals, but I never thought I’d be toying with the idea of having sex with my own brother during the weekend there!

When we’re forced to share a tent at close quarters things take a turn for the naughty.  It can get kind of cold at night so my brother and I get a little closer for warmth and that’s when I feel it in his pants, all hard just for me.  Let’s give in to our urges, Joshua!  Take me while the revelers stumble around our tent!

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When I’d had my fill I worked my way down, prowling lower and lower until my face was at the opening of his shorts.

I looked up and smirked as Joshua stared downwards.  There was a semblance of nervousness in his gaze, but the pervading expression seemed to be one of impatient arousal.

“Do it,” he urged.

I curled my fingers over and under the waist of his shorts and pulled them down, taking his boxer shorts with them.  I watched the fabric roll over the big cylinder of flesh that sat beneath.  His underwear slid down until the hair thickened and his cock pressed back against the fabric.

There was a sudden release of pressure as he lifted his ass of the ground and his shorts slid down rapidly.  In a flurry I watched a blur of flesh spring free and slap back against his stomach where it settled with a thud.

I froze and stared down, amazed.  Joshua’s thick, clean-cut cock sat beneath me and it looked fucking incredible.  I tried not to let a whimper escape my lips as I marveled at it, wondering if I’d be able to fit him inside me.  He had everything to be confident about.

“Are you just gonna stare at it?” he whispered.

I looked up at him and saw his smile.  It did enough to put me at ease.  I moved my hand around him and picked up his cock, sitting it upright and feeling the weight and power behind it.

I jerked him slow at first, watching those thick veins of his move around his shaft just beneath the surface.  His crown was smooth and taut and it seemed to draw my mouth towards it.

Joshua put a hand behind his head and propped it up so he could watch down his body as I started to tackle his manhood.  Most guys enjoyed watching, but I doubted very much that any had ever looked down at their own sister going to work on their cock.  Joshua belonged to a very elite club indeed.

I propped him upright and brought my mouth to his tip, opening over it and mouthing at the big crown.  My lips and tongue slid over and around it, gliding over the smooth flesh before becoming even more adventurous.

I pressed my mouth down over him until I felt him at the top of my neck.  My throat pinched around him and I stifled a gag.  Something about gagging on him like that seemed to send a fresh injection of lust to my pussy, as though it was priming itself to be speared by his girth.

“You’re good at that,” Joshua groaned, moving a hand to my head to hold me on him.

He pushed up gently off the ground sheet and I kept my mouth in place.  Steadily he fucked through my lips, jerking himself in my mouth as he used me.

The feeling of his arousal rushing through my lips felt incredible and it was impossible not to imagine it happening between my legs.

My unused hand moved to my pussy and I pushed over the heat of my crotch, feeling the pressure against my stiffening clit that yearned to feel the cool night air across it.

I moved Joshua’s cock into my cleavage and started to jerk him there.  My fist gripped tight and I looked down, watching as my breast bobbed gently and Joshua watched on, mesmerized.

“I want your cock inside me,” I breathed, mouthing back around it and biting the shaft.

Joshua tensed up and lifted his head in a brief panic.

“I won’t hurt you,” I said, smiling wryly.

“I can’t make the same promise,” he said.

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