Sarah and her big brother (part 2) Sex Story for free 2024 – Y2-Stories

Twelve year old Sarah and her 15-year-old brother Ben have fun in the woods on the way home from school.

The year is 1996. Twelve year old Sarah and her big brother Ben have recently started an incestuous love affair.

It was a brisk autumn afternoon as Sarah and her brother Ben strolled leisurely along the winding path that led from their school to their home. They had spent the day as they often did now, pretending to be normal siblings between classes, while occasionally sharing secret glances and furtive smiles. While their friends, unaware of the intimate connection that had blossomed between them, were none the wiser.

Ben, a tall and athletic 15-year-old, towered over his younger 12-year-old sister Sarah, who was only just beginning to mature into her womanhood. Her long, curly brown hair swayed gently against her shoulders, and her emerald-green eyes sparkled with mischief as she walked hand-in-hand with her older brother. As they neared a particularly secluded section of bushes, Ben suddenly pulled Sarah into them, pressing her against the rough bark of a tree.

His lips found hers in a passionate kiss, and she moaned into his mouth, her body tensing with desire. Without breaking their kiss, he reached down and unbuckled his pants, freeing his hard teenage cock. Sarah’s heart raced as she felt his hardness pressing against her stomach, and she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. This was almost part of their daily routine now. She knelt down before him, taking his member into her little hand and stroking it gently.

As she looked up at him through her long lashes, she could see the need in his eyes, the desire burning bright. She slowly lowered her head, taking his cock into her sweet little mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft as she began to bob up and down, sucking him gently. She felt him grow even harder in her omouth, and she knew that she was driving him wild. His hips began to buck, pushing deeper into her mouth, and she had to work to keep up with him, taking him as deep as she could, the head of his cock popping into her throat. She suppressed the urge to gag, and tried to relax, willing her throat to open. She’d almost puked the first time she’d tried to take him into her throat, but it seemed to get easier everytime.

Ben’s fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he thrust deeper, harder. His gasps and moans filled the air around them, mingling with the rustling leaves and the distant sounds of their classmates walking home. His cock twitched in her mouth, and she could taste the salty fluid that leaked from him as she sucked him. She could feel the pressure building inside him, and she knew that he was close.

As she continued to bob her head up and down on his shaft, she glanced up at him, their eyes locking for a moment. There was a desperate pleading in his gaze, a need for release, and she couldn’t help but smile around his cock. Her own body was on fire, aching for him to touch her. She wished they could just be together, truly together, without having to hide it from everyone.

Ben’s hips bucked wildly, his hands gripping his sister’s hair tightly as his orgasm roared through him. He growled her name as he came, spurting hot cum down her throat, filling her belly with his teenage seed. She swallowed reflexively, feeling the last thick spurts slide down her throat as he emptied himself.

His cock twitched in her mouth, softening almost immediately. She released him with a satisfied sigh, licking her lips as she looked up at him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes locked on hers, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

Ben reached down, cupping her face in his hands, and kissed her softly. “I love you, Sis,” he murmured against her lips, before pulling away. “My turn now,” she smiled up at him.

He smiled back, feeling a mixture of desire and tenderness for his sister. He helped her to stand, and then guided her back against the tree.

Ben kneeled in front of her, pushing her skirt up to her hips, revealing her wet little preteen pussy.
“You naughty girl,” he teased her. “I took them off after class, to save time.” She giggles back.

He pushes her knees apart, and leans in, taking her in with his eyes, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. His tongue darts out, tracing her smooth slit before dipping into her young folds. Her hips buck up forward off the tree as he begins to lap at her, his fingers curling under her bottom, urging her closer. She arches her back, moaning his name as he finds her clit with his tongue, sucking on it gently.

Ben’s other hand finds its way up her shirt, teasing at the fabric covering her tiny 12 year old breasts. He slips his hand underneath, cupping her through her little girlie bra, feeling the firmness of her budding breasts. He pinches her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. She digs her nails into the back of his head, her hips moving in time with his tongue, urging him on.

Her moans become louder as he continues to pleasure her, his tongue dancing over her clit in a rhythm that feels so good. She arches her back further, pressing herself against his face. He runs his fingers over her slippery lips, before pushing one inside her.

She cries out, the sensation overwhelmingly intense. “Ben…” she whispers his name, her voice breathless. He responds by thrusting his finger deeper inside her, curling it up to find her G-spot. She gasps, her hips bucking wildly against his hand. His tongue working her little girl clit.

“Oh god…” she moans, her fingernails digging deeper into his head as she feels her orgasm building. Ben senses it too, feels it in the way her body tenses and quivers beneath his lips and fingers.

He thrusts his tongue harder against her clit, sucking as he pushes deeper. Her hips buck wildly, her cries of pleasure muffled against her hand. His finger inside her feels impossibly good, her body tightening around him, her release so close.

She feels it building, the sensation spreading through her body like a wave. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingernails digging into his scalp as her hips rock back and forth. She’s so close, she can taste it, feel it.

Ben feels her tighten around his finger, her body tensing in anticipation. He knows she’s about to come. He thrusts his tongue harder against her clit, sucking as he pushes deeper. Her muffled cries of pleasure filling the air with their intensity.

Her hips buck wildly against his face, her legs trembling with the effort. He continues to work her, his tongue and fingers relentless in their pursuit of her pleasure. He feels her orgasm wash over her, her body going limp as she releases, her inner walls squeezing his finger tightly.

He slowly pulls his finger out of her, not wanting to lose the feel of her wetness. Her breathing is ragged, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. He looks up at her, their eyes meeting through the veil of her hair. Hers are glassy with pleasure, her lips parted in a smile.

She reaches out, running her fingers through his hair again, this time more gently. “That was…,” she starts, searching for the words to describe what just happened. Her fingers trail down his cheek, coming to rest on his lips. “even better than last time,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the forest.

“Was?” He questions her, as he gets to his feet, holding her gaze as he stands, smiling cheekily.

Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “What? Do you have something else for me” she replies, her voice soft and teasing.

Ben steps closer, his hands running down her sides, over her narrow hips, and around to cup her little behind. He pulls her against him, their bodies flush together. His teenage erection presses against her stomach, a clear indication of what he has in mind. “I thought we could find a more comfortable spot, and…” he says, his breath hot against her ear.

She giggles, her body trembling against his. “And what, Ben?” she asks, her voice teasing. She knows exactly what he’s thinking, and she can’t wait.

They virtually run home through the woods, hand in hand, hungry to explore each other further. Ben leads as they slip through their rear garden gate, and into the side door of the old garage.
He pulls her closer, his hands moving to her slim hips as he guides her towards the ladder at the rear, leading up to the loft. The space above the garage is their secret hideaway, a place where they can be alone and explore their desires without fear of being caught. The warm afternoon sun streams through the skylights, casting a golden glow over the dusty floorboards and piles of old blankets.

Ben helps her up the ladder, his eyes drinking in her every move, the curve of her ass, the swing of her little hips. He watches as she climbs into the loft, her exposed pantie-less pussy on display. He follows her up, his body pressing against hers as they stand chest-to-chest in the dimly lit space. He kisses her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers as his hands roam over her body, cupping her tiny breasts, tweaking her hard nipples.

She moans into his mouth, her hands running through his hair, her fingers tangled in the soft strands. She feels his erection pressing against her stomach, and she can’t wait to feel it inside her. Ben breaks the kiss, steps back, and pulls her skirt up, exposing her soaking preteen lips.

He kneels before her, his hands skimming up her thighs, cupping her soft cheeks. He looks up at her, his eyes burning with desire. “You’re so beautiful, Sarah,” he whispers, before leaning forward and taking a long, slow lick from her pussy. Her taste is sweet and salty, and he savors it, drawing circles around her clit with his tongue. She cries out, her hips bucking forward as she arches her back, her fingers digging into his scalp.

The loft is warm from the sun streaming through the skylights, and the pile of blankets beneath them is soft and inviting. Ben pulls Sarah down onto the blankets, they frantically pull each others clothes off, their bodies tangled together. He kisses her neck, her collarbone, before trailing his lips back to her tiny perfect breasts. He takes one in his hand, teasing her nipple with his thumb as he rolls it between his fingers. Sarah gasps, her head thrown back, her eyes closed.

He moves lower, his tongue tracing a wet path down her stomach, stopping just above her hairless little slit. He looks up at her, his eyes meeting hers, and her hips instinctively arch off the blankets, inviting him. He takes her in his mouth, his lips surrounding her little clit, sucking gently at first, then harder as he tugs on it with his teeth. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails scratching his back. She gasps, her head thrown back, her body trembling under his touch.

Ben knows just how to make his sister feel good, and as she nears the edge, he pulls his mouth away from her, teasing her with the wetness of his lips. “Tell me you want this,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “Tell me you want your big brother to fuck you.” She looks down at him, her eyes dark and lust-filled. “I want you to fuck me, Ben,” she breathes, I need you inside me.”

He helps her onto her hands and knees. He watches as she arches her back, offering herself to him, and he can’t help but marvel at the sight of her. Her beautiful slender girlish body, the perfect curve of her little bottom, all so sexy.

He kneels behind her, sliding one finger up and down between her slick little lips, teasing her. “You’re so wet for me, Sarah,” he whispers, as he traces his now slick finger up over her exposed little pucker.
Sarah physically shudders at this new sensation. He gently circles her little ring with his slippery finger.

“What does that feel like?” he asks, his voice thick. She moans in response, unable to form words, her body trembling in anticipation. He continues to slowly circle her rose bud with his finger, as he positions his hardness at her pussy entrance, slowly guiding it inside her tight, warm body.

Sarah lets out a gasp as he fills her, his hard teenage member stretching her, opening her, filling her. She feels so happy, so wanted. He pushes slowly inside her, watching as her small body adjusts to his size. Her moans fill the air, and he kisses the back of her neck, as he begins to move.

His pace is slow and deliberate at first, his body moving in time with hers, his hands gently guiding her. He can feel her inner walls gripping him, milking him, urging him on. He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You feel so good,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. “So tight.”

She arches her back, moaning loudly as she feels him deep inside her. Her nails dig into the blankets beneath them, her body trembling with pleasure. “Oh God, Ben,” she gasps, “This is amazing.” Then more quietly she asks, “Ben, will you touch my bum again? It felt amazing.”

Ben smiles, his hand moving to cup her bottom, squeezing gently. He gently massages her little girl ring, licking his fingers so they slide smoothly over her flesh. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice thick with desire, but teasing his sister.

She moans, arching her back further into him. “God, yes,” she breathes, her body trembling under his touch. “I need you to touch me there.” He leans in, kissing the back of her neck, nipping gently at her skin. “You’re so wet,” he whispers, as he takes long slow strokes into her warm wet cunt.” His fingers gently stroking her beautiful little pink ring, watching it twitch in response.

Ben pulls out almost entirely, only to slide back in to the hilt, feeling her tightness engulf him. Her hands grip the blankets, her nails digging into the fabric as she lets out a guttural moan. “You’re so tight,” he groans, moving slightly faster now, lost in the sensation of being inside her.

Her slim girlish body arches further back, offering herself completely to him, and he takes full advantage. His hands grip her hips, guiding her back onto his length, feeling her hot, wet channel squeeze him with each thrust.
His slippery finger still tracing his sisters sensitive ring. He tentatively pushes his finger into his sister’s twitching rosebud. Sarah freezes at the feeling of his finger entering her virgin bum, causing Ben to stop too. She can feel the tip of his finger pressing against her rear entrance. The sensation causing twitchy sparks to run up her spine. “Are you okay, sis? Do you want me to stop,” Ben asked in concern.

Sarah took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins. “No… don’t stop…” she panted, “I… I want to… feel everything…” Her words were breathless and desperate, her body trembling with the need for more, as she pushed her ass back. As Ben’s finger slipped inside her ring, she let out a little grunt.

He smiled, watching her reaction, his own desire growing. He pushes his finger deeper, feeling her tight muscles give way, letting him in further. “Oh fuck,” she groans, her hips moving of their own accord. He continues to fuck her little pussy with long slow strokes.

He can feel her muscles beginning to relax around his finger, her body adjusting to the invasion. He slowly begins to move his finger in and out, finding a rhythm that matches his thrusts inside her. She arches her back, breath coming in ragged gasps.

Sarah’s body shakes, the friction inside her between his finger and his cock is unbearable.

“Oh God, Ben,” she cries, “I’m… I’m going to…” Her words trail off as she comes, her body arching upwards, her fingers digging into the blankets, her leg shaking.

Ben feels her tight muscles squeeze around him, her orgasm pulsing around his cock. He thrusts harder, unable to hold back any longer, his own release exploding through him as he cries out her name.

His hips buck, driving his cock as deep as it will go inside her, feeling her tight channel squeeze him in unyielding passion. His finger continues to probe her ass.

Sarah’s body trembles, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she feels the weight of him inside her. Her ass clenches around Ben’s finger, milking his digit as she comes again, her body shuddering beneath him.

He drops down next to her, and holds her close, their sweaty skin sticking together.

“Wow…,” he whispers, taking in the way she’s still trembling. He gently kisses her neck, feeling her shiver in response.
She turns her head to look at him, her eyes glassy with pleasure and exhaustion. “I can’t believe we did that…,” she says with mock seriousness, in what had become a private joke between them.
“Yeah” he said making eye contact and mirroring her serious tone. “I can’t either. My finger now smells like your bum!”