Perfect Fit - 8

And it probably wouldn't have stopped. If a car passing the house hadn't backfired, Adrienne told Ollie later, chuckling, they probably would have wound up making love right there in the entryway. But the sound from outside startled her, and Adrienne pulled back. She whispered urgently, "…Upstairs, Ollie. I've waited so long for this…if Mom decides to come back home and walk in on us, I'll explode!" She was half-teasing, and half-serious, and they managed to get up the stairs without stumbling or stopping, kissing and touching each other the whole way.

The bathroom door was at the top of the stairs, and Adrienne paused there for a moment. She put a hand on Ollie's shoulder, stopping him, too. Ollie almost didn't stop; he seemed hell-bent to get to her room (and her bed), and Adrienne thought that was cute and hot at the same time. But some things should not be rushed.

"This is where I fell in love with you, Ollie. That day I left… I was doing your hair and I realized…" She suddenly felt shy trying to tell him how she had felt and why she had had to leave him. "Baby, I got so turned on running my fingers through your hair--" She ran her fingers through his hair now. "--but you were just 16 at the time. I knew I couldn't have you, but I was sure I wouldn't have been able to keep from accidentally taking from you anyway. I had to go, Ollie, so I wouldn't hurt you…"

Ollie could hear tears threatening in Adrienne's voice. He understood how much emotion lay behind what she had just told him, that her decision to leave had been stronger proof of her love than anything else she could have done. He put his hand out and found her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. Quietly, he murmured, "Thank you."

She remembered how shocked she had been that day, and how wet she had been! Then she thought about how hot and wet she had felt between her legs earlier tonight, and the past was back where it belonged--in the past. This was now, and she was finally with the man she left and came back to and loved through it all, and she was hot, and she could feel her excitement soaking into her panties, and it was time for love now. Memories and dreams got her this far; now it was time for her to make her and her brother's hopes come to life.

With a smile in her voice she knew he could hear, Adrienne answered her brother, "Don't thank me yet; the best is yet to come."

The door was closed. The room was warm, and somehow soft. The light was on so she could see him in all his glory, the way he would see her in hers, even if they looked at each other in different ways. His hands caressed her face; he traced the sides of her neck. This was his way of looking her in the eye, and though he couldn't see it, Adrienne, in return, looked her brother in the face steadily as she took his hands gently in hers and began to share the process with him of unbuttoning her blouse. She made sure his hands touched her breasts, felt the heat of her body. When her shirt was open, she moved his hands around her soft waist and stepped into him.

Her stomach was soft and smooth, and as he ran his hands down it, he helped her push her skirt down until it fell in a heap at her feet. His hands explored her feminine hips, caressed her hot thighs. Two of his fingers brushed her mound and the tight curly hair there. Adrienne's breath caught in her throat, and she squeaked with the dizzy pleasure of fantasy taking form before her… against her… around her… She needed that fulfillment inside her, too, and soon…but there was still a little time to be soft, to be slow.

Adrienne helped Ollie with his own trousers, and they giggled almost deliriously when his belt decided not to cooperate, both feeling the urgency warring with the need to stretch this moment as far is could be. With his pants finally around his feet, like her own, Adrienne reached gently between her brother's legs and took him in her hand. His cock was like hot, thick velvet, soft to touch and firm to hold. He mewled when she wrapped her hand around him and slowly stroked. He was close, and she could feel it, but this wasn't how she wanted him to finish.

She put both arms around her little brother's neck and slowly guided him backward to the bed, kissing his strong chest and throat the whole way. When the backs of her thighs touched the covers of her bed, she sat down and scooted herself toward the head of the bed, her hands on Ollies shoulders to guide him up the bed with her. She laid back with her head on her pillows, her warm, fragrant hair all around her head. As she parted her knees and spread her legs, opening every part of herself to her lovely brother, her pussy was hot and wet and as fragrant as her hair.

Adrienne settled Ollie over top of her. She reached her hands down between them. With the fingers of one hand, she spread her labia apart. With the other, she gripped Ollie's shaft. Her eyes wide open and staring into his face, with a deliberateness that was incredibly erotic, she guided his cock toward her, then against her opening, and then into her body. And then her hands found their way around his neck and her eyes closed. She moaned with satisfaction and happiness so strong it was frightening. As he sank into her body, it was like he was made for her, mad to fit only her, just for her, all hers. She rocked with him in her bed in the house they had both grown up in--the place where they both lived and breathed and loved, the place was that was safe and right and theirs--and held him and felt him and stared at his beautiful face in the light of the lamp, and she was his…

She smelled like ecstasy; her body baked hungry heat out at him like a fragrant sauna. She held him in her hand and guided him into her body. It was every permission, every acceptance, every "yes" he had ever wanted or needed. It was a complete giving of herself, as total and erotic as the physical sensations setting him on fire.

Her pussy was hot and tight and wet; he slid into her and every surface of her sex clenched against his cock perfectly. Her vagina was throbbing with pleasure as her eyes fluttered opened and closed. Ollie heard Adrienne moan with long-anticipated ecstasy. Ollie felt every pulse of her inner walls snug around his cock. Every crevice of her made contact with him, and he filled every contour inside her. It was like they had been created to fit in this exact, perfect union. Ollie breathed fast and hard, but his pace was controlled and gentle, almost slow. Other than his breathing, he was silent.

Adrienne, who couldn't stop the low moans of a pleasure she had never been able to experience before, grew worried. Why wasn't he enjoying it, too? Why so silent? She asked breathlessly, as they moved together on her soft bed, "Ollie, baby? Is it okay…? Are you… am I… Am I good for you, baby…?"

Ollie groaned. "I don't know what… what I'm supposed to say, Ade! I don't have… I can't… I--" he groaned and shuddered. "The most incredible mound in the world is absolutely milking my cock--" He groaned again, his pace quickening. "--and the woman it belongs to is my sister, and I love her, I love you Sis, fuck, Adrienne, I love you SO MUCH, I--! UNGGG!!" This time, his breath caught as he started to groan. He started to pull his pelvis back away from her.

But before he could withdraw from her body, Adrienne wrapped her legs around him, sighing and pleading. "No Ollie, please, no, baby… I want to feel you inside me, ALL of you, Ollie… Let it go inside me…all of it…" She tightened her legs around him, pulling his pelvis back against hers. The walls of her hot, hungry cunt spasmed and gripped around him and he groaned, powerless to stop the release. Instead, he instinctively buried his hips even further forward, diving deep inside her body with his cock. Adrienne held him close, moaning and hissing in his ear with the heat of exotic sex and the weight of intense emotion. "Oh god, yes, baby, do it… let it go… fill me up, Ollie…!" And as she felt his sperm shooting deep and warm within her, she kissed him, holding him against her and inside her, her fingers buried in his thick dark hair, her own orgasm starting to rip through her like a forest fire.

She shook and moaned. Words came out of her unbidden, like it was someone else's mouth. "Oh god, fill me up with that sticky seed, baby, fill my body with it, fill it, fill your… fill… ahh…! Ohhh…OHHH FUUUUCK!!!!!"