Nancy had been seeing Steve for a few weeks, and things seemed to escalate steadily with each encounter.
Steve had insisted on coming over to Nancy's house at night to hang out, claiming he could sneak in through her bedroom window—even though her room was on the second floor and access wasn't as straightforward as he thought, since there weren't many handholds before reaching the roof. Regardless, Steve persisted, demanding a chance to demonstrate his athletic prowess. Nancy could only sigh and chuckle fondly at him, letting him do as he pleased.
He managed to climb into her room somehow, and Nancy had enjoyed every time he came to spend the first part of the evening with her. Steve had tried to stay a few times, but Nancy didn't want her mother—who had a history of barging in and then knocking on the door, much to Nancy's annoyance—to find out that her "sweet Nancy" had a boyfriend, and to top it all off, that she let him into her sacred home every single night without fail. It was too risky, and Nancy preferred to keep their relationship a secret from her parents for now.
The thing about their little nighttime trysts was that Steve always tried to touch her somehow. Nancy might be studying for chemistry, and Steve wouldn't be able to keep his hands still, moving them to her thighs and caressing the spot until Nancy smacked his hand away with her notebook. Other times, he'd take advantage of a moment of relaxation to throw himself on top of her and kiss her hungrily as if Nancy had been leaving him to die on her doorstep all day. That wasn't the case; Nancy kissed him whenever she could in hidden corners of the school. It was just that Steve was a bit dramatic.
Nancy enjoyed those moments, much to her bewilderment. Steve was her first boyfriend, and before him, she'd never really thought about kissing or letting someone's hand wander over her body with such newfound interest. Steve had shown her things about herself she hadn't known, and she began to feel that perhaps almost a month of dating was enough time to let her deepest desires take control for once. She no longer wanted to be "the proper Nancy"; she wanted to try what she could do with her body, to prove that she wasn't what others thought, that she, too, could do more grown-up things. Fifteen was already a grown-up age, and Nancy was ready to let Steve's hand reach her.
So she called Steve to come over, simply saying with a happy smile that she had a surprise for him. Knowing him, Steve would rush to her house, driving up and parking three blocks away to see her. Nancy's excitement grew at the thought.
Steve was a little noisy when he entered, but Nancy didn't have the mental space to scold him or check a third time that no one was upstairs. She grabbed him by the neck, kissing him hard. Steve was surprised by her initiative, remaining still for a few seconds, though he let his body melt into the kiss, instinctively placing his hands on Nancy's hips.
They moved around the room in a tangle of bodies and tongues, the backs of Nancy's thighs bumping against the edge of her bed, causing her to fall onto the mattress with a squeal that Steve swallowed with pleasure, positioning himself above her and leaving her hot all over in the intimacy they shared.
Nancy wore only a light, simple pink nightgown, which made it easier for the dress to ride up as she fell, revealing the white panties Nancy had prepared just for that moment. Steve kissed her more passionately, his hand moving over her body as if he couldn't decide where to touch first.
He pulled back slightly to catch his breath, his body blocking the view around Nancy's room. She only realized Steve was hard in his pants when his bulge brushed against her thighs, making him gasp.
"I thought... I thought you didn't want to..."
"Well, you were wrong."
She lunged forward to catch him in another kiss, her legs opening wider to give Steve's body room, her own spot between her legs already wet from the kiss. Nancy knew what she wanted, and she was eager to give in completely.
Then there was a knock on the door, and Nancy jumped. Shit.
Steve was still out of it from the kiss, just staring at her, puzzled.
"What…" he started, until the noise of knocking on the door was heard again, more insistently. Oh, no.
Nancy moved quickly, getting out from under Steve and pushing his body toward the window without a second thought. He had heard the door, yes, but he was still hard as a rock because of Nancy Wheeler, and his mind (or his nether regions) couldn't care less who was interrupting his perfect day. Come on, he was so close.
He groaned desperately, begging Nancy not to make him leave, not like that. Nancy looked down at his crotch, which seemed to be subconsciously seeking the warmth of her body, giving her legs little nudges. She bit her lip, also aware of her wet, throbbing pussy that was begging for attention. Maybe...
She shook her head, pushing Steve out once more with all the willpower she had, the nervousness of the knocking on the door increasing, shutting down any desire in her mind.
"Steve, I... I'll call you later, we can—we can do it some other time."
"Maybe... maybe at my place?" he asked, looking at her with a need she understood more than ever. Her pussy was even wetter. Fuck.
Nancy gave him an apologetic smile, nodding. Steve left reluctantly, but he didn't want to upset his girl.
Once she was sure Steve was out of reach, she ran to the door and smoothed her hair with her fingers. She looked a little disheveled from the earlier movement, but nothing that screamed, "I was about to have sex before you ruined it, Mom." She unlocked the door, grateful for her foresight, and opened it.
What she found there wasn't her mother, but the last person she wanted to see that day. Mike.
"What… Mike?" she snapped, annoyance bubbling inside her like lava. Was he the reason she had to get Steve out of her room?
She watched as Mike walked past her, strolling through her room as if it belonged to him; it only infuriated her to see him sit on her bed.
"What the hell are you doing here? Get out. Now." She left the door open, glaring at him.
Mike didn't move an inch.
"No."
She raised an eyebrow.
"No?" Nancy was going to kill him.
"No. Do you want me to tell Mom and Dad what you were doing in your room with Steve Harrington before I came in?" Mike demanded, raising an eyebrow of his own. It made him look ridiculous, but the threat was what stopped Nancy from laughing in his face and kicking him out of her room.
She closed her bedroom door, locking it and quickly moved to her bed where Mike was still sitting, swinging his legs (which didn't quite reach the floor), with feigned innocence. This goddamn gremlin.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," she hissed, but her nervousness was so obvious that even the little demon she called her brother wasn't fazed.
"Oh, yeah, I know. I saw Steve climbing on the roof of our house right when Mom asked me to take out the trash," he recounted, and Nancy inwardly cursed Steve's lack of discretion when he was excited. "I don't think you two were studying together, were you? Unless the subject was, I don't know, human anatomy?"
"Shut up, Mike." She blushed.
He smiled like a braggart. "I knew it."
She bit the inside of her cheek, knowing that Mike wasn't going to come into her room, bother her with his presence, and threaten her just for fun. The damned dwarf was after something, and now he had a card to play.
"What do you want?" she gave up, not wanting to let her brother ruin what she had managed to build and hide for an entire month.
Mike smiled victoriously, bouncing on her bed with barely contained excitement.
"I want to sleep with you."
Nancy's brain shut down for a moment.
"What?"
"Yeah! It's just that… I've been having trouble sleeping lately and—and I don't want to be alone and… I didn't know what to do."
"Why are you asking me? Why not Mom?" Nancy asked logically.
Mike frowned.
"I don't want to ask Mom this. She sleeps with Dad—well, when he's not asleep on the couch. You know he snores a lot, and Mom would definitely make this a bigger deal than it is," Mike defended himself, pouting. "Anyway, would you rather I give you away? It's just sleeping with you! it's not that hard."
Nancy touched her forehead, sighing.
"Mike…"
"Come on, Nance. You sleep alone, and I'm not going to bother you, really! I just, um, I just want to sleep well tonight…"
Nancy watched him for a few minutes, the way Mike's bouncing on the mattress was now more anxious than joyful, how his fingers were twitching, how the small dark circles under his eyes were starting to show. Ugh.
"Fine. Just for a little while."
Mike was more than satisfied.
"Thanks, Nancy!" Mike ran out of the room once Nancy unlocked the door.
"But I decide when this ends!" she yelled, and Mike only yelled back a half-hearted acceptance of the deal.
She hoped she wouldn't regret it.
Once Mike had put on his pajamas and returned to the room with her, the arrangement was a little odd. Nancy's bed was big enough for two people; she'd had plenty of sleepovers with Barb and get-together nights with Steve to know that. It was just that she'd never slept with her brother, at least not since she was five and had still been excited to have one. It was something that lasted until Mike became a little annoying thing, and she was already too old to play big sister with him.
Mike was lying next to her, his eyes already closed and his body relaxed. He must have been asleep by now, which only irritated Nancy more. Didn't he say he couldn't sleep? But apparently, just knowing he wasn't alone, and that he had someone beside him, had lulled him into a quick and deep sleep. At least Mike didn't snore, or Nancy would have thrown him out the window herself, regardless of whether her secret was exposed.
Nancy turned her back to him and tried to sleep, even with her brother stirring occasionally beside her. The problem was the discomfort between her legs, which continued to bother her even half an hour after she'd gotten Steve out of her room.
She squeezed her legs together for friction, moving them slowly in the darkness. It eased the sensation a little… until a fresh wave of fluid erupted from her pussy and her body heat surged. She moaned softly, hating that her body seemed unwilling to stop and let her sleep.
She stared at the bathroom door, thinking she should have gotten out of bed and taken care of her needy body herself until she could rejoin Steve later that week. Her pussy released more fluid, and Nancy could already feel her panties so wet they were sticking to her labia, intensifying the heat between her legs and the cool air whenever she squeezed them together or moved her thighs. God, Nancy just wanted to feel something there already.
Mike let out a muffled noise beside her, reminding her of the main reason for her frustration and, as an aside, that she had a toddler in the room next to her.
She turned, looking once more at Mike's sleeping body. His face was tightened in a frown, and he was twitching every now and then, which made Nancy notice the small bulge between her brother's legs. Oh, there's no way.
Mike groaned a little louder, his hips rising in the air and his hands gripping the blanket.
She swallowed, her dripping entrance begging for something more that she knew where to get but that was just out of reach. Mike was there, though… Nancy bit her lower lip. She was just… just going to confirm that Mike was okay, and then she would carry on as if nothing had happened. It was a stop before her final destination.
It was stupid, but Nancy moved only on instinct, straddling Mike and sitting almost on his lap to get a better look at his face. He was sweating profusely, his hair plastered to his forehead.
Out of curiosity, she touched Mike's face with a finger, which, to her surprise, made her brother gasp and give another thrust that this time didn't stop there, grazing Nancy's needy entrance. It made her moan and almost lower her own hips to seek the friction again; she stopped herself just in time.
Nancy thought about it for a moment. Was Mike having a wet dream? She couldn't know. Although thirteen was old enough for that, wasn't it? So it was the most rational explanation. Mike hadn't told her why he couldn't sleep, but she assumed that was one of the reasons.
She remained trapped by Mike, her panties soaking his pajama pants with each needy juice that flowed uncontrollably.
Right. She had to get out of there and go to the bathroom to masturbate. Yeah, of course…
She didn't move; the bathroom suddenly felt so far away. This was her room, after all. Why did she have to leave because of stupid Mike when he was the one who came in there? It wasn't fair! No, she wasn't going to let Mike interrupt her again.
Nancy lowered her hand, lifting the hem of her dress to get a better look at her crotch. She was just—she was just going to relax a little, then go to sleep and kick Mike out of her room as soon as the first rays of sunlight appeared.
She moved her fingers to her clitoris the way she knew best, almost moaning aloud at how sensitive it was after all this time without touching herself. Her body was by now conditioned to be taken by someone, to feel good, and to feel someone inside her for the first time. The thought made her move her fingers faster.
She did that for a few minutes, until she was about to come right there on top of her brother, not really caring about anything but her own pleasure. She only stopped because her thighs gave way and she almost fell hard onto Mike's sleeping body, her sensitive pussy bumping against the bulge that had been teasing her all this time. Her eyes rolled back and Nancy had to bite her cheek until she felt a little blood to keep from screaming. That was something new.
Nancy looked down, noticing that she was now fully straddling his erection inside his pajamas. It was a strange sensation, in both a good and a weird way. Still, her desire to feel that contact again was stronger. Nancy rubbed against him, and she gasped contentedly at the pressure she finally felt on her labia. Nancy wanted more, though; much more. Mike's pajamas felt like a personal affront.
Nancy pulled down Mike's pants; she needed more friction, she needed to feel close to someone a little more. When all that separated them was Mike's boxers, she hesitated. He might wake up; she was almost 100 percent sure he wouldn't dwell on the fact that he wasn't wearing pants, considering that Mike sometimes left his room in the mornings without them. But he might think how strange it was that he wasn't wearing his boxers, especially since he was sleeping with his older sister.
She swallowed. She just had to be quiet, not make too many movements that might wake him. Besides, she just wanted to get some relief after Mike had interrupted her so rudely. She was just taking what Mike had denied her, even if it meant masturbating with her brother's cock.
Nancy carefully pulled down his boxers, watching Mike's sleeping face with each inch she lowered them. When his member was completely free, she felt her vaginal juices overflow at the sight. It was the first time she'd ever seen a dick, now that she thought about it.
Mike was quite large for a boy his age. He wasn't very wide, but he certainly had length. Maybe it was because of his height, he had always been the tallest kid in his class.
The other thing she noticed was that Mike was leaking a little of precum, his head dripping as if the thrusts that had made contact with Nancy's entrance—and the juices Nancy had let fall on him—had excited him immensely. Nancy had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
She wanted to taste him, but her cunt was already throbbing with human contact once again, so she decided to simply climb back on top of Mike, lowering herself so her brother's cock could be rubbed against her entrance more intimately. Nancy almost moaned with all her might, her head tilting back.
Even though the panties she was still wearing were a thin barrier between the skin-to-skin contact she craved, the sensation was still heavenly. Mike gasped beneath her, as if he too felt the heat that loomed over him in his dreams.
Nancy breathed heavily, her hips trembling occasionally, her brain drilling a single command: move.
She squeezed her eyes shut and made an experimental movement; it was just as good as the first, so Nancy continued moving, rubbing her delicate private parts against Mike's. She started slowly, wanting to feel every touch, every tiny inch of Mike's penis against her entrance. She kept chewing her lips to avoid waking her parents with her needy moans, her hands unsure where to rest, afraid of putting all her weight on Mike and accidentally waking him.
At least she was certain Mike was the type who could sleep for hours without anyone being able to wake him, which made Nancy wonder how Mike even had trouble sleeping. She pushed the thought aside when Mike's cock—incredibly wet with her vaginal juices—slightly grazed her clitoris, making her shudder and rub herself against him with even more need, seeking the new sensations she was barely feeling.
She stayed like that for a few minutes, swallowing her moans and rubbing against Mike's cock, smiling uncontrollably as Mike let out small, contented breaths from the scorching heat of Nancy's crotch in the cold winter night. Nancy was burning up too, her body moving rapidly against Mike's crotch, her knees pressed against his hips to hold her in place.
It was perhaps in the carelessness of her pleasure that, in one of her insistent thrusts against Mike's cock—her pussy now so wet it would have soaked her brother's entire member, a sensation that would have been embarrassing if it weren't so hot—she pushed her entrance against him with a little more force.
She felt the head of her brother's cock kiss the lips of her cunt, only weakly protected by the fabric of her panties. She stopped as if she'd been electrocuted, her hips moving involuntarily with pleasure, which only intensified the feeling of something about to break through a barrier.
Nancy didn't move, her gaze drifting down to the spot where Mike's cock seemed eager to enter a place no one had ever explored. Mike's rapid breathing and small upward thrusts were suddenly noticeable to her again as she felt the head of his member bump against her panties. Her panties were soaked with her fluids and halfway down to the side, so Nancy felt as if she were naked.
She felt her hands tremble as she moved down to her crotch and easily pushed her panties aside, leaving her entrance completely exposed to the icy night air. She exhaled, her pussy closing in on nothing from the cold.
What should she do now? She was so close to simply throwing everything out the window and letting her instincts take over… she'd already gone so far as to masturbate with her little brother's cock while he slept.
Mike seemed to want it just as much as she did, on the other hand. God, the thrusts felt more insistent now that her panties were all the way to the side, and his disgruntled moans beneath her somehow squeezed her heart. He was a pesky little devil for preventing her from losing her virginity to her boyfriend, but… he'd brought it on himself, hadn't he? Nancy had prepared for this day, and Mike had come along and ruined everything. He should have taken responsibility for leaving her so horny and needing something inside her. She was just getting her due for letting him tease her that night; it was nothing more than her giving him what he deserved.
With that idea in mind, Nancy parted her lips with her fingers, giving Mike access so his thrusts could really land in the right place—the place they both wanted.
Mike groaned louder, pushing upward, searching for the warmth that had been enveloping him for a while. It was funny, Nancy had to admit, watching her brother struggle to get his dick into the slippery opening of her pussy. His face crumpled in irritation with each thrust that failed to reach the desired spot. She chuckled softly, understanding that her brother would need a little help to get anything really going.
Nancy rose fully onto her knees, watching as Mike's hard cock remained as erect as a rod beneath her entrance once the gentle pressure she had on him was released. Her fluids dripped needily beneath her, and Mike's cock glistened with the natural lubricant Nancy had coated it with. She didn't need any preparation either; her vaginal walls were so wet she could insert anything and it would slide right in.
Nancy lowered herself again, until her lips kissed the head of Mike's cock. She guided his cock—which was at least six inches long—so it could enter this time, and gazed with excitement at the point where they were about to connect. This was both her first time and Mike's, and she couldn't contain her excitement as she finally lowered herself to let Mike's head enter. Nancy pressed her lips together to stifle any sound. Oh, God.
She could feel her walls tightening in anticipation, trying to pull—swallow—Mike's cock deeper inside her, until it reached the very bottom of her. Nancy had to control every part of her body to prevent herself from doing so, aware that she might come all over Mike if she did, and wary of possibly hurting herself. She had heard other girls say that their first time could hurt, although so far it felt like she was knocking on heaven's door.
Nancy continued to lower herself slowly, watching both her entrance hungrily swallowing Mike and Mike's flushed, tight face. It seemed he also noticed how tight Nancy's insides were, how wet and hot they felt. She continued pushing harder, discovering that it didn't hurt because she was so wet.
Once Mike was halfway inside her, she felt something stop them both moving toward her womb. Nancy cursed, aware that they had reached her hymen and that, to let Mike penetrate her deeply, she would have had to push harder, which could mean waking Mike and—if it hurt as much as she had read—their parents. But Nancy wasn't going to back down now, not when her being wanted to feel full and complete, not when she had come so far and was so close to having what she wanted. So, giving Mike one last look at his face, she pushed down hard.
The result was immediate; her hymen broke quickly, allowing Mike to bury himself deeper inside her. She moaned between pleasure and pain, one from having broken a part of her inside and the other because, due to his thrusting and how wet she was, Mike embedded himself completely deep inside her, her ass and his hips touching completely.
It was perfect, something she hadn't thought possible until she felt how well Mike fit inside her. Nancy was fifteen and had a slower growth rate than other girls. Her vagina wasn't fully developed to be very deep, so Mike's six-inch, thirteen-year-old penis fit perfectly inside her like a puzzle, kissing the entrance to her womb in a way that made her come instantly, squeezing Mike's cock and pulling it deeper inside her than she thought possible. She couldn't help but let out a silent cry at how good it felt to have something filling her in places she didn't know she needed so much. Mike trembled beneath her, as he felt the warmth that protected him from the cold outside tighten to a painful point.
And that's when Nancy felt it, right after her orgasm: the suddenly erratic throbbing of his member inside her, Mike's spasms beneath her unknowingly thrusting his member into her cunt, Mike's small moan that made him sound like a needy, hungry animal. Nancy didn't have time to react before she felt a hot, heavy liquid fill her womb completely in a matter of seconds, her post-orgasmic walls happily milking the cum that was delivered without her being able to stop it. Her eyes opened. Shit.
She froze, unsure what to do now that Mike was still writhing beneath her, squeezing out all the semen that had never been released anywhere before she arrived and sheathed his penis in a warm, welcoming place so that Mike felt safe and secure enough to come with all his might in the place that covered and squeezed him so tightly.
Shit, shit, shit. Nancy hadn't thought Mike would come so quickly. God, she hadn't thought she'd come herself just from having him inside her. It shouldn't have been a surprise now that Mike's body couldn't handle a tight, juicy, hot virgin hole squeezing him to release something inside it. It wasn't his intention, but his body knew what it wanted; human nature dictated.
Did she have to pull out? She didn't know. Sure, Mike had come inside her and had indeed ensured that every drop of cum went straight into her womb, but surely nothing was going to happen, right? Nancy was just playing around, just taking care of the heat Mike had suppressed because of his silly nightmares. Nancy wouldn't have had to ride her brother like a strangler to have a penis inside her if only he hadn't made her push Steve away.
It was her stupid brother's fault, as always, sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Even him coming inside her was his fault! How could he not tolerate a little squeeze of her pussy? Mike always had to ruin everything.
Nancy felt even more irritated by it. She hadn't even felt less aroused after just one orgasm. Mike couldn't just come inside her and call it a night, leaving her like that. Her entrance was still wet with the mixture of his cum and her own.
She wasn't going to let it end like that, not yet.
She began to move experimentally now that her mind was focused on the task at hand again, leaving her other worries for later. Mike lay asleep after coming, which only spurred Nancy on to thrust hard inside her. It was a new sensation, having Mike's half-erect penis inside her and feeling her brother's cum moving within her. She glanced down, noticing a trickle of cum mixed with her blood trickling from her pussy.
She continued her task until Mike began to grip the sheets again, his cock hard as a rock inside her after a few minutes. Nancy smiled contentedly, now eager to finally bounce as she had imagined this position would.
Nancy moved much higher, until the tip of Mike's cock almost slipped out. Mike groaned beneath her, now accustomed to the warmth of Nancy enveloping his member after half an hour of having it inside her. She thrust down again with speed, careful not to put too much pressure on Mike's hips at the last moment so as not to wake him. They both groaned at the renewed pressure, and Nancy felt she could come again from that alone. She didn't, determined to last longer this time.
She maintained the punishing rhythm, trying to send a message to Mike's subconscious how upset she was about what he'd done—first by coming, and long before by interrupting her perfect sex. Mike gasped pathetically with each thrust, his hair now almost completely soaked from the effort of coming and managing to get up in record time thanks to Nancy's insistent hip work. She, too, couldn't help but escape her own pleasurable sighs, moving faster and faster and thrusting deeper to feel Mike's head kiss her womb the way she'd discovered she liked it after a few minutes.
On one of her powerful thrusts, however, Mike's hips rose to meet hers inconsistently. Nancy moaned so loudly she had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming to the whole neighborhood that her brother had unknowingly touched her most sensitive spot.
She felt tears of pleasure welling in her eyes, rising again and lowering herself, needing to feel it once more.
"Damn, Mike," she whispered as he met her again on her way down, his hips and her ass colliding with a wet sound from how wet her crotch was. His face was flushed with exertion. "God, yes. Yes. Right there, don't you dare not do it again."
As if a part of Mike's brain had registered his partner's moans of pleasure and Nancy's whispers begging for more, Mike continued his thrusting. Nancy only had to coordinate, since the first two times had been mostly luck, but once she got it right, she felt her walls tighten with each thrust.
They continued like that for a few more minutes, Mike hitting her sensitive spot with relentless strokes, until she couldn't take it anymore. Nancy came for the second time, squeezing Mike's cock with an even tighter grip than before, forgetting for the second time that maybe she should have pulled out, knowing how it had gone the first time.
Mike thrust into her about three times during her orgasm until he, too, let out a plaintive sound, releasing his second load of cum inside her, buried up to the hilt in his sister's wet, tight hole.
Nancy breathed heavily, watching as their bodies remained connected even after their orgasms. The blood was still there, only now there was a small pool of semen because she refused to let the first load her brother had deposited inside her leak out. Her abdomen now stood out with a small bulge from how full her uterus was.
Coming twice had made her mind more blurry than clear, her pussy milking every last drop of sperm from Mike's cock as he softened inside her again. It was like floating on clouds, mind blank, no unnecessary thoughts. She only felt the small spasms in her body and Mike's after having real sex for the first time.
Nancy could only think about whether Mike could give her a little more of that free feeling she had in that moment. It was the result of what she had wanted an hour earlier when she had brought Steve into her room. She didn't want to be the timid Nancy anymore, the virgin Nancy, the perfectly sweet and pure Nancy Wheeler. Having sex felt as good as she'd imagined, making her feel powerful, especially knowing that Mike—her brother—was unknowingly ejaculating inside her, giving her the freedom she craved. The thought of wanting to feel like that again made her so hot that Mike, in his exhausted and limp state, contracted inside her from the tightness of Nancy's vaginal walls and her heat, which felt like a wildfire about to engulf his entire body once more.
Nancy took her brother again once Mike regained his strength after a few minutes of being enveloped by Nancy's hot, needy pussy. She couldn't care less that maybe she should have pulled out and given him a break, or let Mike's load of sperm flow down, just in case. She just wanted to get back on top of him and squeeze another orgasm out of her little brother.
With a new idea, she pressed herself much closer to her brother's pre-teen body this time, finding an angle that immediately hit her sweet spot. She bit her lip, raising her ass as far as her trembling thighs could and lowering it in the length with a wet sound from her seemingly insatiable cunt.
From that vantage point, she could see Mike better, his freckles standing out against the flush of his cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut with the exertion of it all, his forehead sweaty and wrinkled from the occasional teasing thrusts Nancy delivered with her hips.
Nancy felt satisfied that she'd given her brother what he deserved, and excited that now the cock inside her could make her feel better with each precise thrust.
In the midst of her pleasure and arousal, Nancy reached for Mike's hands and placed them on her hips, eager to feel someone supporting her during her ride.
She moaned contentedly, the touch of Mike's small hands creating wonders within her. Her body felt warm knowing that the person taking her to unimaginable places of pleasure held her in his hands, desired her as much as her pussy craved the sperm of his cock inside her. Her walls tightened several times, causing Mike to react again as if on command: he gently squeezed Nancy's hips, and hearing the delighted sound of Nancy in his unconscious state, he tightened his grip on the soft, young body that kept him warm and safe. Nancy came instantly, the pleasure of the contact too much.
Mike came at the same time as her this time, his semen once again being milked and stolen by Nancy's needy pussy, which was so overstimulated that just feeling Mike's cum made her come a second time in a row and squeeze his cock in incredible ways. He let out a muffled sound, as if he wanted to groan but the pain of coming so many times and the walls surrounding him stopped him mid-stream.
He released a larger load of sperm due to all the new sensations he wasn't yet accustomed to, as if a biological part of him knew that the person he was impregnating demanded more to ensure the long-term fulfillment of his function, his body giving everything it could to meet the needs of his mating partner. His hands tightened on Nancy's hips as if his life depended on it. She couldn't control the throbbing inside her, glad that the man filling her was following her deepest desires.
Nancy swore they spent a minute like that, connected body to body, until Mike finally stopped his ejaculation with a plaintive groan. It must hurt a little to exceed his limits in his first sexual encounter, especially considering he was just entering puberty, but at least in his dreams, Mike was obedient and gave his sister what she needed.
She breathed heavily, her hands trembling as she tried not to collapse on top of Mike after a double orgasm. Not counting all the previous ones, these were the strongest post-orgasmic waves she'd felt since she started masturbating a few months ago. Her mind was filled with nothing but the thought of lying down and resting now that she was full and satiated in places only his dick could reach.
Once Mike softened, she knew she had to pull away. But… Nancy also knew that if she did, half—if not all—of the fluid inside her would gush out, leaving her empty and with the added problem of cleaning Mike up afterward. Which, ugh, Nancy didn't want to do right then. She refused; she had worked so hard for all of this, and her body didn't want to relinquish what was now rightfully hers.
So, as best she could, she pulled away from Mike, and when he was almost out, she placed her fingers inside herself to stop the flow. She exhaled shakily, her pussy lips swollen from the rough handling she'd given them in her lustful frenzy to come and milk more of her brother's sperm.
For a few seconds, she considered what to do next, until she decided to simply grab something large enough to plug her entrance and prevent any leakage. Once she'd done that, she moved her panties back into place, covering her entrance as if nothing had happened, and did the same with her brother, who was meek and easy to manipulate as she pulled up his pajamas from a nerdy movie he liked.
She lay down on her side of the bed with a contented sigh, her mind and groin buzzing in a pleasant, relaxing way that finally made her feel tired. Mike was breathing deeply beside her, the previous agitation slowly fading from him as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Nancy closed her eyes, and one last thought crossed her mind before she drifted off to sleep: Mike had to make up for all the other times he'd upset her in some way, and now she knew how to make him pay. She was going to take advantage of this new arrangement of sleeping together as much as she could.