The blue sun was burning high in the neon yellow sky, deep and rich in sapphire splendor. Waves gently lapped at the black beaches that extended seemingly forever up and down the coast, currents bringing only a small hint of cool air to the only two people that had taken up residence here on the far-flung reaches of civilization.
"It's too damn hot…" the pink-eyed, raven-haired woman said grumpily from beneath her red sunglasses, lithe body sprawled out across her lounger shaded beneath a wide white umbrella. Her black bikini did little to hide what was underneath, tasteful straps drawing attention to her ample breasts and defined midsection. A dab of sunscreen on her nose was already melting and being absorbed into her skin.
"You said you wanted a beach," the green-eyed, black-haired man said simply with a shrug, laying beside her on a lounger of his own with a pair of black sunglasses resting easily on his handsome features. His black swim trunks fit his legs and crotch snugly; a masculine and well-built physique obvious to any who saw it. "And so, I found us one. Quit whining."
"You found us a beach, but you didn't mention that it was underneath a blue hypergiant, you prick!" she fired back, sneering at him.
"Fuck off," he replied with a smile. "Just enjoy some peace and quiet with me."
"Go fuck yourself," she grumbled, then gave a resigned sigh before closing her eyes.
Andrew and Ashley Graves were tired, and thus deserving of a vacation, no? And what better place to park their ship than here, somewhere where they'd never be found? The star that burned above their umbrella kept away any and all intruders who dared to approach the stellar inferno, and the waves that swept in and out were the only things that graced their presence.
Minutes passed before Ashley spoke again, "Andy, this is miserable. I'm sweating my tits off, for fuck's sake. And the bikini is not helping!"
"Then take it off," Andrew said, looking over at her. "Get a tan."
"Ha! Only if you take those trunks off to match," she replied with a grin. "Make it fair, you know?"
Andrew shrugged, reaching down and undoing the knot around his swim trunks. Seeing her apt attention, he shimmied out of them with a smirk and tossed the fabric to the black sand behind him.
Ashley stared at his pale body, breath picking up as she took in the lean and defined muscles laid out before her.
"Don't drool," he said with a knowing smile, adjusting himself on the lounger so that she could see more of his body. She did exactly what he wanted, staring at his chest, abs, and meaty cock before snapping back to the present moment.
"Oh we'll see about that, you smug motherfucker," she muttered angrily before reaching behind her back and undoing her bikini top, casting it aside and freeing her generous cleavage from the shackles of fabric. Andrew's gaze lingered on her perfect tits for a moment, before darting down to her waist as she tossed her thong aside, bare as the day she was born.
"Don't drool," she mimicked teasingly, enjoying the fixed stare she'd commanded of her brother. "Like what you see?"
Andrew felt the heat of this place getting to him. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck as his heart began to burn in that all-too-familiar way for her. Ashley was feeling the same, sweating and feeling her mind become fuzzy with desire.
"I do. And you know it," he rasped in a husky voice, cock quickly getting stiff, much to her delight.
"…I do…" she said, laying sideways and spreading her legs to the open air. He watched as she slowly started to rub her clit, smirking and gasping softly as she pleasured herself. "You're too easy Andy, you get hard for me at the drop of a hat."
Andrew decided to return the favor, giving Ashley a full view of his cock as he slowly started to glide his fingers up and down his shaft in a light grip. "Hard not to be so turned on when it comes to you."
She closed her eyes behind her sunglasses for a moment, savoring that comment and feeling so incredibly hot in the moment. She loved when he said things like that.
"Remember when those guys at the bar in Centauri tried to hit on me?" She asked, picking up the pace of her ministrations, pinching and pulling at her nipple as she did so. "Then you came over and grabbed my ass right in front of them, told them to fuck off… God, it was so hot…"
Andrew groaned softly, remembering how turned on she looked in that space station. The two of them had quickly made their way back to the hotel room and fucked like mad that day.
"You like it when I do that?" he asked, so hard that he could feel his own heartbeat within his cock as he stroked it. "Do you like it when I grab you and let everyone know who you belong to?"
"It's the best," she said with words that dripped with lust. "I fucking love it…Andy…" Her legs convulsed slightly with pleasure.
"Mmm… And remember when we were staying at Gravaille?" he mentioned, enraptured by the sight of her starting to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy, on full display to his licentious gaze. "That one girl came up to me and asked me out, just as you were coming out of the clothes shop…you told her that I was going to be doing you …her fucking face, it was so perfect…"
Ashley gasped at the memory, a surge of heat coiling in her gut. She breathlessly chuckled, "I even offered to send her the sex tape so she could masturbate to it. I loved the look on her face. Damned hussies can only dream of being with you."
"Because I belong to you," he confirmed in a gravelly voice, jerking himself faster and faster. He was feeling his orgasm fast approaching after the two visually drank each other in for a long while. "Fuck, Leyley, I'm gonna cum..."
Ashley shot off her lounger like a rocket, feet hitting the dark sand for two steps before she tossed her sunglasses to the ground and jumped onto the lounger between his legs, grabbed his throbbing cock, and took him deep into her mouth. The sudden sensation sent him over the edge, and his abs coiled and contracted deliciously as he shot rope after rope of hot cum down her throat.
"Fuck, fuck! God that feels too fucking good," he gasped, arms raising over his head and gripping the top of the lounger tightly, trying to thrust even further into her mouth. She hummed in satisfaction as she swallowed everything he gave her, cupping his balls and lightly massaging them until she felt his spasms finally cease. Leaning back, she grinned at him before opening her mouth and letting what cum was left spill out and into her palms. She then took it and smeared it across her chest and stomach; the sinful concoction blending with the thin sheen of sweat that coated her pale skin.
The sight drove him insane. He threw his sunglasses aside before leaning up and grabbing her tightly by the neck. She leaned into his grip, smiling knowingly.
"…What do you want, Andrew?" she asked breathlessly.
"You," he growled, tightening his grip around her throat, feeling her windpipe start to constrict.
She shivered and bit her lip, eyeing his lips hungrily. "Then take what's yours, you pussy," she gasped.
He grinned and kissed her roughly, running his free hand through her thick black hair and undoing her ponytail to let her locks run long and loose down her back. Her body was radiating heat, almost uncomfortably so given the temperature of the air around them. He nibbled on her lips, making her moan and lean deeper into the kiss—resulting in her being choked even harder, to her delight.
There was nothing like the feeling of being throttled by her brother. He owned her. It made her glad to be alive.
"…H-harder…" she demanded quietly, getting sopping wet from the sensations of kissing him and being choked at the same time.
Andrew growled ferally, tightening his grip even further, cutting off her air entirely and causing her eyes to start rolling back, about to pass out. He loosened at the last second, allowing her a gasp of breath before capturing her lips in his again and tightening his grip once more. Her eyes fluttered, cheeks bright red from lack of blood flow, as every sensation grew in intensity. Her thoughts disappeared like grains of sand being swept away by the waves, until she was lost in fuzzy, blissful silence.
He felt sweat dripping down his face as he kissed her relentlessly, releasing her hair to slowly trail down her back and grab her ass. Her face started to turn a light shade of purple, and her knees began to buckle as she slowly lost consciousness. It was so hot… The bright blue light beat down mercilessly around them, making it feel like an oven. But they couldn't stop, not just yet.
He felt her hands weakly stroke his cock, using what brainpower she had left to pleasure him. He was sensitive from having cum already, but given how attracted to her he was, it would surely take only a few minutes for him to be back at attention once more.
He was attuned to Ashley and her tolerance for this kind of play, and as she teetered over that final edge, he finally let go of her throat and pulled her atop him as she gasped for air. With heaving breaths, she fell upon him and closed her eyes. His firm physique felt wonderful to lay upon, and she absentmindedly made trails across his chest and sides with her nails as the oxygen brought her back to life.
"You're so fucking hot…" she mumbled, then gave a deep, relaxed sigh. After she recovered a bit more, she nuzzled into his pec before giving in to the urge to bite it. His hand gently held the back of her head as she nibbled and suckled at his pale skin, tasting salt and a hint of blood as she slowly created a massive hickey with her teeth.
"Mm… You, too," he hissed with an expression somewhere between pleasure and pain. The feeling of teeth on his increasingly sensitive flesh, the sensual drags of her tongue on his abused skin…it was a scintillating sensation. Drops of sweat trailed down her face and dripped onto his chest, and her pink eyes fluttered open to meet his own green.
They stared into each other's gaze for a long moment. The only sound was their labored breathing, the steady waves, and a faint breeze that brought a too-brief respite from the heat of eternal summer. Ashley eventually relented her bite, pulling upwards and letting a trail of saliva fall to the wicked hickey that she'd crafted upon his skin. It cooled him; whilst making the fires of lust rush up the surface.
She slowly pushed up from his chest, eyes not breaking contact with his as her breasts dragged along his chiseled abdomen and torso. The sweat and cum found there made their shared contact slick, and set her skin afire. Her lip curled in a whisper of a smile as she felt his cock poking eagerly at her entrance below; her arms propping her up beside his head. The moment was approaching.
Andrew reached up and cupped her face, closing the distance and placing a gentle, toe-curling kiss upon her lips that nearly made her swoon right there and then. She melted into him, pressing soft kisses against his lips in concert with his own. There was something electrifying about the gentleness, about the way such soft contact made the nerves ignite.
He pulled away after a moment, gently kneading into her cheek with his thumb.
"I love you," he whispered, moving a hand down to her waist and gently guiding her down.
Ashley exhaled and grinned, reaching between her legs and grabbing hold of his cock. "I love you too. Don't you dare forget it."
She guided her brother between her folds, sinking down with a contented sigh upon him. Every inch of her hummed with pleasure as she stretched to accommodate him, to fit that familiar shape that was going to make her cum over and over again. It never got old.
"Fuck…" she moaned, looking down to where they were connected, sweat dripping off her body. "That's hot."
Andrew had to wipe his face clean of sweat, gritting his teeth as the sensation of penetrating deep inside her felt like electric heaven. "You feel amazing."
Ashley grinned, breathing heavily as she began to slowly rock her hips back and forth on top of him. She could feel every part of his shaft grinding and pressing into her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body burned with desire as she slowly fucked him, savoring the intense sensation and her brother's lustful expression.
Andrew stared transfixed at where they were connected, watching her pussy envelop him over and over again. She was so wet, he could feel her juices slowly trickling down his balls—cooling and slick.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, gripping her hips and thrusting upwards with feral abandon. She gasped, eyes rolling back slightly before biting her lip and smirking at him, increasing her pace while his fingers left bruises on her skin.
"That good huh?" she taunted, sweat dripping down her neck and caking her hair to her forehead. "Just can't resist me? Can't resist your sister's sopping wet pussy?"
He growled and planted his feet on the edge of the lounger, pulling her up by her waist before plunging her back down on top of him and starting a vicious tempo. He began to fuck her hard and fast; wet and delicious sounds emanating from them.
"Oh, oh my god, FUCK!" she squealed, collapsing on top of him. "Just like that, just like that, fucking destroy me!"
He wordlessly obliged, teeth grit in concentration as he thrust into her as fast as he could. Every single time he sheathed himself within her, he felt her body tremble, heard her breath hitch, felt her losing her strength. It was sending him over the edge of rational thought.
"Take it, Leyley… Take it like a good girl," he grunted, pulling her down and wrapping his arms around her so they were chest to chest, continuing his assault. His abs and legs were beginning to burn from the exertion, but he pushed on. Everything felt so good, it was as if he was entering a delirious meditative state where the world collapsed down to him, her, and the pleasure they shared.
Ashley's head was spinning, every nerve alight as she was fucked with reckless abandon. Every rapid, rhythmic thrust from him turned her thoughts into goo, took all the strength from her limbs, and left her panting and moaning from the wildly intense sensations he made her feel. She needed him, as much of himself as he was able to give. Each wave of pleasure he sent flying through her body just drove that point home further and further. Pinned to him, his strong arms wrapped around her back and her ribs, she felt like she was in heaven. She felt like this was where she belonged. In her brother's embrace, being fucked until she was a complete mess.
"Leyley…I'm…ugh, I'm gonna cum again," he hissed, going faster and faster, rhythm becoming unstable.
"Do it," she responded breathlessly, "fill me up, don't you dare stop until I'm soaked in your cum—fuck! Oh, baby, don't stop!"
He couldn't hold back anymore after that, and fell right over the edge. Everything tightened in his abdomen as his cock swelled. He slammed her down on top of him and held her there as he erupted, gritting his teeth and moaning as wave after wave of his hot cum shot inside of her. It was so unbearably good.
"Ah! God damn, fuck!" he gasped, everything firing within his soul as spasms of pleasure wracked his body. Ashley groaned on top of him, feeling her pussy get filled completely to the brim with his hot, slick cum. The warmth was addicting, and his reaction was worth it every time.
"Mmm…thanks Andy…" she murmured, kissing him on the cheek and rocking her hips upon his sensitive cock. When he jerked and grit his teeth in response, she grinned and continued her actions. "Sensitive?" she asked, mind completely lost to lust. "Does it just feel too good, big brother~?"
"Oh, shut up," he grumbled back quietly, grunting from the insane mixture of pain and pleasure he was experiencing. And the damned heat didn't make it any better.
"What you gonna do to make me shut up, Aaaanndyyyyy?" she teased with a wicked grin, a devilish glint in her eye as her entire body burned unabated with desire. "Fuck me some more? You've already cum twice! You don't have it in you!" Rocking her hips more, she delighted in the slick and erotic feeling of his cum coating every inch of her insides.
"Oh yeah?" he said with a glare, growing irritated at the stupid nickname she always insisted upon. Sometimes he tolerated it, but now…
He reached between them and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples hard. She stopped moving immediately with a gasp, the sudden jolt of lightning heading straight to her clit. He squeezed harder, earning an enthusiastic moan of pleasure. "I beg to differ."
He kneaded and massaged her breasts while she continued to slowly fuck him. His erection, while overstimulated and desperate for a break, heeded the call of service and refused to back down. He was still rock hard, and it made her tremble with each slow, grinding thrust of his hips. She quickly recovered though, and with a smirk started rocking against him again, despite his attempt to take control.
"What is it?" she taunted, leaning forward until their faces were nearly touching. "Holding yourself back? Not going to put me in my place?"
Another pump of his cock.
"That's a shame, Andy…all talk…no action. Just like how you've always been," she said, shivering from the feeling of his hands upon her. "You've always been my little Andy~"
The heat was unbearable. His temper flared with it upon hearing that familiar, shitty tone she so loved to use.
Andrew felt sudden aggression well up from within him. His lust-filled eyes darted to her face and watched that bratty, smirking expression look back at him. As he felt the concoction of his cum, her juices, and their sweat trickle down his shaft and balls, something snapped.
Andrew hands whipped from her breasts to her head, one hand grabbing a handful of her black hair near the scalp and the other by her throat. This time, however, he wasn't playing. His look was somewhere between murderous, and the epitome of desire.
"You're going to shut the fuck up, right fucking now," he growled, sitting up and pivoting quickly so that she found herself on her back upon the lounger with him half-kneeling above her. His hand around her throat swiftly tilted her head to the side and exposed a creamy expanse of skin that he immediately dove into, sinking his teeth deep into her neck.
She couldn't hide the loud moan that escaped her, arcs of energy flying through her body from where he was latched. It hurt, badly, but in such a good way. She went limp beneath him, unable to move with him perched atop her like this.
After a long moment, he opened his mouth and released her, letting a trail of saliva pool upon a truly wicked-looking hickey that now dominated the side of her neck. Ashley breathed heavily, completely taken by desire as she stared at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Good girl," he whispered before grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over onto her stomach in one fluid motion, muscles contracting from the strain, yet making the motion seem trivial from the ease of which he did it. Stepping forward to reposition, his foot accidentally hit the base of the umbrella that had been shading them–knocking it over and letting the blazing blue sunlight shine down upon their skin.
"Dumbass," she muttered, feeling the heat intensify, becoming even more uncomfortable than before. "So damn clumsy sometimes, I swear to g-URK"
She was cut short by Andrew's hand back around her throat, and his other hand on her ass shoving her upwards so that she found herself leaned over with arms dangling over the back of the lounger–completely exposed to him.
"No. Don't talk, you fucking brat," he spat, spanking her hard and making her jump. "You're going to shut the fuck up and take it, just like you wanted. Because that's what you've always wanted from me, isn't it?"
She breathed heavily, wanting to nod submissively, but catching herself at the last moment. She almost made it too easy.
He leaned in by her ear and whispered, "You've always wanted to be completely dominated by me. To belong to me, and only me, forever. But why would I want such a brat, aggravating me at every turn? So every time you act like this, you're going to get exactly what you deserve."
Andrew lined up his cum-covered cock with her soaking entrance, and plunged inside her to the hilt. She could barely let out a sound, throat clamped shut as it was–but he felt how ridiculously wet she was getting. What a little freak. His little freak. His little sister.
Andrew used his sweat to slick his hair back, staring up into the deep xanthous skies for a moment and soaking up the heat before taking his free hand and grabbing her waist firmly, digging his fingers into her alabaster flesh and starting to fuck her from behind.
Their pale skin seemed to glow under the light of the harsh blue rays. Irradiant, drenched in sweat, and bodies contorted in pleasure, they seemed something more than human. Archetypes of passion, if one were to see them.
Ashley gasped and groaned as she felt him rail her from behind, each thrust of his cock rhythmically hitting that good spot inside of her that would inevitably send her over the edge. In, out, full, then empty and wanting more. The sweat on her palms made it difficult to grab hold of the lounger as she was fucked hard under the light of a star that burned with fire so bright it painted the world a scalding blue.
"You like that? Huh? Too much for you to say anything back to me?" Andrew taunted, relishing in the sound and feeling of her ass clapping against his hips with each violent thrust.
"Mmh…yesh…" she sputtered out through her constricted windpipe, unable to think properly from the incredible, overwhelming feeling of being filled and controlled by him.
"Yes, what?" he asked, spanking her hard again and making her legs tremble violently.
"Yesh…Andrew…" she said raspily, strength rapidly fading.
He smirked and tightened his grip on her throat as he thrust harder and harder, balls slapping against her clit with each motion. "Good girl."
Ashley couldn't stop herself. She felt it coming, that wave, that crescendo that cascaded over her, sending her core and pussy into a fit of wonderful spasms that clenched hard around his cock. She screamed with what voice she had left, arms failing her as she collapsed over the back of the lounger. She couldn't stop cumming as he fucked her thoroughly and completely. Her vision darkened as fresh blood failed to reach her brain, any discomfort washed away from the unreal feeling of cumming so hard and long because of him. Because of Andrew and his delicious fucking cock that turned her into a cum-soaked mess.
"You're such a naughty girl," he commented devilishly, feeling her cum squelching and coating him with every thrust. "You get so fucking wet when I do this, you really do love to be treated like my little personal bitch, don't you?"
She didn't have the ability to respond, choosing to surrender to him completely. He made her feel so good. This was everything she wanted, everything she deserved. She deserved everything that he gave her, good and bad, and wanted it forever. She wanted him forever, just like this. Only he could make her feel so good.
The last thing she knew before she passed out was Andrew's labored and almost pained growl of pleasure as he came one last time, filling her to the brim. As it spilled over and dripped down her legs, everything went dark.
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Andrew held her by his side as she came to a few moments later, both breathing heavily and coated in sweat as they laid out under the sun. He watched her eyes flutter open, looking around blankly before settling on him and breaking into a giddy smile.
"You…hah…you fucked me good," she said quietly, closing her eyes again and letting her body come down from the high she'd just been put through. "Thank you…I love you…"
He smiled and kissed her sweat-dappled forehead, holding her close. "I love you too, baby. I always will."
Ashley sighed contentedly, heart warm and libido satisfied. For now, at least.
Andrew sent a thought to their ship, parked just over the hill. A moment later, two little silver drones flew towards them and extended two tall glasses of ice water. Much appreciated.
Accepting the drinks and taking two long sips from the green and pink straws, both sighed contentedly as they replenished their much needed hydration. Cold, refreshing, and it felt like heaven as it hit just the right spot.
"How long do you want to stay?" she asked, nuzzling into his chest and lazily draping her arm across him.
"Maybe just a little longer," he said with a content sigh. "Let's enjoy this."
"Mm…okay."
The two Graves laid together under the vivid yellow skies stained by blue light, soaking up the sun and watching the ocean lap at the shadowy beach in comfortable silence. They stayed there for a long time, telling each other little things and admissions of affection. Here, in the furthest reaches of space, there was only Andrew, Ashley, and the bond that tied them together.
They had a wonderful, hot vacation under the summer sun. In more ways than one.