Off-Limits

The sound of another plow woke me up. I blinked a few times and lifted my head. I looked around in the nearly-full darkness. Gabriel took a deep breath and kissed my cheek. "What's up?"

"Nothing. The noise woke me up."

"I wonder what time it is." He rolled over and picked up his phone from the floor. "Five o'clock."

I got up and stretched, putting careful weight on my sore ankle. It felt better and I walked slowly to the bathroom. I pulled the door shut and sat on the toilet. I couldn't help gasping a little when the urine stream hit my skin. It burned and throbbed. I finished and blotted lightly with the toilet paper. It was all sore.

Of course it was. I'd been fucked. And fucked hard.

Just the thought of it made me shiver. I got up, all too aware of the wetness between my legs. I went back to the bed and laid down on my side again. He was at the window, the lights from the plows flickering on his exposed skin. He was still naked. His cock hung down from his pelvis as he watched the snow.

It was enough to make my pussy tingle all over again.

"Come back to bed."

He turned around and the curtain fell back into place. "Aren't you the least bit curious about the snow?"

"No."

He walked slowly back to the bed and got back onto it. "The power's still out. Are you cold?"

Now that he mentioned it, I realized that part of my shivering was from the temperature. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Here," he said, pulling the covers up. He tucked it around my shoulders and pulled me close, facing each other. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. More than fine."

He slid his hand down my side and rested it on my hip. I sucked in my breath and cuddled in closer. "Are you?"

"Yes."

He moved his hand down my pelvis and rested it lightly on the top of my mound. I moaned and moved my hips towards him. "Sh," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I need to make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay."

"Hush. Listen to your big brother. I need to make sure."

He moved his fingers down and touched my outer lips. I moved my hips again and he pressed them back. He ran his finger down my clit and I gasped again. He touched the entrance and gently pushed a fingertip inside, making me jump.

"Does that hurt?"

"It's a little sore."

"Is it?" He pressed it in a little further and I gasped again. "Did my cock stretch out my sister's pussy? Does her pussy remember how it felt?"

"Yes," I said, almost panting as he moved it in even further. "Yes, it remembers."

He slid in a second finger, still gentle and careful. I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to get them inside further, but he pushed me back down with his other hand. "You need to be patient."

"I don't want to be patient," I said, turning and sitting up. Before he could respond, I straddled his hips. His cock was hard and pressed against my clit. I moaned again and put my hands on his chest. He reached up and grabbed my biceps, steadying me.

"What do you want, then?" he asked.

"You. I want you."

He let go of my arms and pulled the blanket up around my shoulders. I leaned forward so he would be under it, too, and his cock touched the entrance of my pussy. "You might not want to do this again so fast," he said, his voice husky.

"I do. I really do."

"Take your time, then," he said.

I pushed myself down his cock, letting the head enter me. I sucked in my breath. It burned and I felt him stiffen under me. "Don't..."

"Sh," I said. I sat up enough to make his cock slide in further. My legs started to shake, both out of pain and excitement. I moved back and forth, feeling him move inside of me. Each stroke hit the sore tissue and I gasped each time.

"Oh, it's sore," I said. "It.. It hurts..."

I rocked faster, putting my hands on his shoulders. I dipped down and suckled one of his nipples as I moved. His breath was ragged and he wrapped his hands around my waist. "Your pussy hurts? Your pussy hurts from your brother's cock?"

"Yes," I said.

"Does it hurt when I fuck it now?"

He began moving his hips under me. He held me in place as he slid deep inside then pulled back out. He kept moving, each thrust making me moan around his nipple. "Your pussy hurts from your brother's cock. Every time I move, you remember why. You remember how I fucked you."

"Yes."

"Do you like knowing that your brother's cock made your pussy sore? That it's only going to hurt more from fucking me again? Does that turn you on?"

"God, yes," I murmured. He thrust into me harder, pulling me up and down on his cock. I kept sucking on his nipple, biting at it and rolling it between my teeth. He began panting as he moved under me. My pussy was stretched out all over again as he pushed his cock into it. My clit rubbed on his mound, tingling with every stroke.

I slid my hands onto the mattress around his head and let go of his nipple. I kissed his mouth and he groaned around our moving tongues. I moved with him, our hips grinding together. My clit throbbed and my pussy was on fire.

"Cum for me," he said, breaking the kiss. "Cum for your brother. Let your sore pussy cum on my cock."

"God..." I said. I moved with him until I came, crying out again. My pussy throbbed around him and he groaned.

"Yes," he said, pulling my hips down hard. He thrust up hard, and I screeched. "God, yes," he said again, pushing up harder than ever, pumping me full of his cum. He moved me back and forth, up and down, until he was empty. He didn't move, letting me lie on him as I rode out my own climax.

Once his breathing slowed down again, he wrapped his arms around me. "You like having a sore pussy?" he murmured into my ear.

"Only if you're the one making it sore."

"Good answer."

He rolled us over and pulled me to him. We curled our legs around each other again and he put one hand on my mound, one finger touching my clit. I sighed and shuddered. He laughed and hugged me tighter. "Get some sleep. We have to be out in a few hours."

"We do?"

"If the roads are clear, we do."

"Maybe they're not clear," I said, fully aware that I was dozing off again. "Maybe they'll never be clear again."

He laughed and kissed the top of my head. "Sleep."

*

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

I blinked and immediately groaned, pulling the blankets up and around my body. I hated mornings. Always had. Probably always would. He tapped my shoulder and I forced my eyes open. "What?"

"You're always so cheerful," he said, smiling. "Time to get up."

"Why?"

"Because it's ten o'clock and we have to be out by eleven. The roads look okay."

"No, they don't."

"Yes, they do. Come on."

I looked up into his brown eyes and mentally stamped my foot to see him dressed. "I don't want to go yet."

"You do realize our parents will be wondering where we are if we aren't home soon, right? Mom's already texted me four times. I'm sure she sent you even more."

I rolled over and went to the bathroom, not bothering to get dressed. I carefully wiped my body down with a wet washcloth, cursing the cold water. Apparently the power was still out. I was still a little sore and there was some pink on the white cloth, but nothing concerning. I rinsed out my mouth and went back into the room.

He was sitting on the other bed, leaning back against the headboard with his shoes on the floor beside him. "Ready?"

"I told you I wasn't."

"Valerie, there's no power. It's cold. And it's time to go."

I walked over to him slowly. My ankle felt better, but I didn't want to fall and wind up at the hospital after all. I straddled him and put his hand on my hip. "It's not time yet."

He smiled and gently moved me off of him. "It is. And I don't think your body is up for another round, do you? Honestly?"

I shrugged and leaned back over him. I cupped his cock through his pants and was happy to find that it was already hard. "Maybe we could get creative."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, why not? We're creative people, right?"

He pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. I slid them down and pulled his boxers off at the same time. This put me at the bottom of the bed and I went to grab the blanket. He wasn't wrong about the temperature.

"Wait," he said. "Trust me."

"Always."

He reached down and grabbed my hips. He yanked me down and I let out a yelp of surprise. "Ever heard of sixty-nine?"

"Of course I've heard of it."

"Ever try it?"

"No."

"Excellent."

Before I could react, he moved himself so that he was on his hands and knees on top of me, his face over my pussy and his cock above my head. He moved so that his hands could hold my inner thighs, tugging them apart. He lowered his head and licked my clit gently. I gasped and he laughed.

"You're already wet, little sister. I think you like this."

"I love it," I said, looking up at his cock and balls. "Can I try something?"

"You can try anything you like. But I might break your concentration."

I put my hands on his ass, massaging the cheeks. He moaned and went back to my pussy. His tongue and lips were all over me, licking and kissing. He sucked my clit into his mouth and worked it up and down before dipping his tongue back into my slit. My body reacted and I tried to arch my hips, but I realized I was more or less trapped under his weight.

"You can do anything you want right now, can't you?" I asked, rubbing his cheeks. "I can't stop you, can I?"

He stopped licking long enough to say, "No, you can't."

As if to prove the point, he nipped at my clit, lightly biting it between his front teeth. I gasped and pulled his pelvis closer. I craned my neck just enough to reach his balls. I ran my tongue up and over them, feeling him shudder. I pulled him down closer and sucked the loose skin into my mouth. Now it was his turn to suck in his breath.

"Oh my God," he said, "that feels amazing."

"Can I play with them, or will it hurt?"

He rubbed his face into my pussy, the light cover of whisker stubble making my skin tingle. "No teeth," he said. "And don't pull. Other than that, I'm all yours."

I licked his balls again, then pulled him closer so I could suck one into my mouth. The skin was salty and tight, the weight of the nut on my tongue. I sucked gently, as instructed, and tried to breathe deeply to ignore the mounting pressure in my body. He licked and teased, even sliding his index fingers into my pussy. He used his thumbs to pull my lips apart, tapping his tongue on my exposed clit. I moaned and he tensed up as the vibrations hit him hard.

I let go and focused on the other, repeating the cycle of licking and sucking. He flattened his mouth over my clit and licked it hard, sucking it up between his lips and keeping the pressure on it, making me groan again. After a few seconds, I let go of his balls. I pulled his hips again and he let go of my pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"I think you know what I'm doing," I said, licking the head of his cock. "I want you inside me."

"This angle will put it right down your throat."

"Will you fuck your little sister's throat, Gabriel? Please fuck my throat."

"I thought you didn't like it down your throat."

"Shut up and fuck my throat."

He practically growled at that. He shoved his face back into my pussy, licking furiously and suckling my clit. My hips tried to move to match him, but they were still trapped under his chest. I pulled his hips again, and this time he moved with me. My arms were under his thighs and my hands clenched at his ass, harder than before.

He pressed down, sliding his legs apart so that his cock rested on my lips. I opened my mouth and he thrust against me. His cock went over my tongue and I tried to suck it, but he pulled it back, stopping just at the edge of removing it completely. He moved his hips again and it pushed further down. I tipped my head back to accommodate him, opening wider and pulling in as much air as I could.

He kept licking me, his head rocking in time with his thrusts. He pulled my pussy even further apart and I realized that I hadn't been exaggerating. I couldn't stop him. He had me pinned down. My pussy and my mouth were at his mercy. My heart was racing and I grabbed his ass even harder. I pulled him as hard as I could, forcing him down my throat even further.

His cock swelled and drops of his precum slid around in my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, trying to move my tongue and failing. I just held on and felt his body use mine. Breathing was even becoming tricky as he held his cock in place for seconds at a time, cutting off the air. I made a choked sound around it, and he just pushed it in further.

"Cum, little sister," he said, my clit still in his teeth. "Cum for me."

As before, my body shook and responded to his direction. Spasms and clenching made my pussy gush and he bit harder. He pushed his cock in even more and I tried to push him away to breathe, but he held in place. I choked around his cock and came under his mouth. His cock grew even harder and I moved my head up and down around it.

"One more," he said, biting even harder. "Cum one more time for your brother."

I did. I would have screamed if I could. I managed to jerk my hips up a few inches, pressing my pussy into his face. My nails sank into his ass and he grunted. He came hard, shooting down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but still felt some collect in the back of my throat. He shook above me, finally letting go of my clit and pulling his cock out of my mouth. He kept cumming, squirting all over my tits. I swallowed hard but still felt some of his seed spill out of my mouth. He sat up and ran his hand up my stomach, staring down at me.

"You look so hot," he said. "You look amazing with your brother's cum on you."

I smiled at him, still trying to breathe normally again despite the aftershocks of my climax. He kissed me gently on the lips, barely sliding his tongue into my mouth. "Go clean up," he said. "We really do have to go."

Once I was able to stand without shaking from the leftover orgasm spasms, I went back to the bathroom and used another washcloth to wipe off the bulk of the cum, leaving a small spot between my tits. I walked back out into the room and started to get dressed. He watched, his eyes never leaving my chest.

"You missed some."

"No, I didn't. I wanted to feel you there."

"Jesus, Sis, you keep this up and I might have to keep you."

"You're stuck with me."

"God, I hope so."

Soon, sooner than I wanted, we were both dressed and in the car. I texted our mother to let her know we were on our way. It was time to go back to our regular lives.

As if we could.