Mia's POV:
Try. That didn't sound foreboding. Nor threatening.
But there was just no way... no way could it... not really...?
And before she could guess, confirm, or even object to it, he was on her lips.
Kissing, full-blown, mouth-to-mouth, and a thousand butterflies and a raging whirlwind were let loose inside her stomach, all at once, in a catastrophic clash of wind, wings and madness, Mia shivered, shuddered, then convulsed in utter delight.
A toe-curling, knee-buckling kind of delight. Her first kiss was one of the things to cross the list tonight.
Oh my, my, my—how fucking filthy can this boy make me...
Her lips had become slack in surprise, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he pecked and sucked on her bottom lip, then slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
He moved, brushed, his lips grazing hers with the insistence of tidewater testing a stubborn shore. She gasped, and the air was stolen from her lungs.
Mia breathed hard through her nostrils, pushing up, rubbing her tongue back, gasping with each stroke, opening her mouth, relishing the feeling of her skin going electric, from the base of her toes to the very tip of her tongue, sending crackling sensations deep, deep into the farthest recesses of her abdomen. She realized that it felt as though the flames she'd put out between her legs were threatening to return, perhaps more raging than before.
As much as she returned fire, this was Mia's first time reciprocating such an intense kiss. A French one, as far as she knew. At first she felt uncoordinated, weird, completely clueless and her confidence vanished, especially when she managed to scrape her teeth against his—only for the guy to grunt, deepen the kiss and cup her cheek with his palm.
Then, almost as quickly as his mouth descended upon hers, he was pulling back. Leaving her floundering for him to return.
The only clue their tongues had ever met in one singular forbidden point, was the flimsy bridge of saliva that dribbled down from the corners of their mouths, down to her jaw and chin.
Jae-il licked all of it off, slowly, with the tip of his tongue, scooping it up to his own lips, before wiping it off with a thumb. She panted, looking up at him in a daze. The scent of sex still lingered in the air and Mia couldn't help but notice Jae-il hadn't tucked himself away yet.
His length rested against her thigh, more than ready to continue what had happened a minute before. Then this damned brother of hers latched onto her neck, lips kissing and nipping the spot behind her ear. And she belatedly realized just how sensitive a place that was.
"Haah... haah..."
The slightest, most fleeting graze of teeth sent her abdominal muscles into frenetic spasms.
"Oh, Jae-il..." Mia moaned, eyes going wide, knees curling.
Jae-il dropped an evil little laugh, eyes half-lidding dangerously. He put a hand over the band of her jeans, playfully snapping it against her skin.
"Off. Let's see those thighs. Can't have a lazy sister."
"Cheeky brat." Mia grumbled, grinning.
And began taking it off. She tugged it down, struggling due to how tight-fitting her denim trousers were. "Help, please?"
He scoffed. But despite his rolling of the eyes he proceeded to yank them all the way down with no mercy to the older girl's lower-back region. Or maybe to make her give the funniest damn squeak. She should've known better, though.
With her tight, wet and perfectly-fit denim jeans fully down on the floor, now all she was wearing were black panties. A light, breathable thing of lace.
Jae-il stopped for a moment, staring at her glistening, creamy thighs, and the dainty bit of her core that peeked from beyond the edges. He merely stared, with something akin to reverence. Awe.
"W-What?!"
She blushed.
"Nothing, Noona. You just... look great. Like always. Puts anything I've ever seen to shame."
Mia laughed weakly, though inwardly pleased.
"Flatterer."
"Truther."
Her snark died immediately, dissolving into a gentle moan when his palm found the curve of her left hip, following along the roundness until it reached the dimple at the end of her ass, teasing the hem of her black undies. And the feeling of being unable to focus because of one simple, light, barely there caress, was completely surreal.
When he pressed his palm against the wet slit, only the thin cotton underwear separating their flesh, her world narrowed to only him and the shocking need for her hips to press up and grind him harder. A finger pulled the soaked underwear to the side. He leaned in, inhaling. Mia had never had anyone this intimate before and feeling his breath against her hot, soaked core brought another thrill altogether.
"What do we have here?" Jae-il's gaze slid down her body like warm oil. They narrowed into a lazy, absolutely sexy way. He dipped a finger through the slick mess between her thighs, lifted it to the light, and let it glisten. She bit back a moan. "Christ, Noona. Look at this mess you've made. Dripping for me. For your little brother."
The word brother continued rolling off his tongue, playfully, like he was trying to remind her the terrible nature of her desire.
"Would it be so wrong?" He went on, leaning in until his breath ghosted over her swollen clit. Shit. "To spread these pretty legs and let me taste how sweet my sister gets when she's desperate?"
And the fact that he just stroked her folds with his tongue, giving the faintest, ghost-of-a-lick—it just about fucking did it. She groaned in an almost inhuman way.
She grabbed and clutched the pillow beneath her, eyes so wide and bloodshot the pupils were about the size of two dots.
Jae-il licked her clitoris with the utmost of care. And Mia's limbs started shaking like jelly. She choked a gurgled sound as an all-new lightning shot across the dark cave that was the inside of her thighs.
Her eyes widened, body locking up when she looked down and noticed just how close and intimate his face was to her exposed womanhood. Then another pass over the clitoral nub, a firmer and deliberate lick, and she released a shaky exhale, fingers digging, tearing into the soft cushion beneath.
"Hng—" She grabbed one of the pillows and bit down onto it, hiding her face, her shame. Her fifteen year old little brother was right there in front of her, using his tongue on her. On. Her. Tongue and lips latched over her wetness, lips sucking up the slickness seeping through her sopping, tight pussy. And it felt fucking divine.
A firm and abrupt penetration startled a yelp right out her, her eyes winking closed. The realization, a sudden, deeply satisfying, almost orgasmic realization, that her little brother was in her, right fucking there, fingers knuckle-deep inside of her, was nearly too much to bear.
He pushed the foreskin in-between his middle finger, drawing a whiny, tortured moan from the woman's lips as he then rotated his fingers, rolling his digit inside of her in circles. Mia could only hang onto dear life and let this mad man touch her. It didn't last long, however, for Jae-il retracted his finger, sucking it clean of her slickness. "Sweet."
Mias's breathing was unsteady, coming in bursts of vapor.
Her hips began to twitch with an unsteady rhythm and she could feel herself getting close. With her lips and tongue parted open and her brow furrowed into concentration she began panting as the knot of fire in the depths of her abdomen tightened.
Jae-il took another inhale of her aroused scent and Mia could feel her toes clench. Then he picked up speed, pressing firmly against her vaginal opening, the new angle and increased pace pushing her head back and driving her eyes shut, moaning low in her throat.
In a series of sudden, jolting and deep-shifting motions of her brother's finger, Mia realized the rising feeling was coming back, fuller force, her core and limbs tingling with electric buzzing sensations, all converging on her clit, her belly.
"O-Oh my God...! Jae-il... ahh... ahnnnng~~"
The stimulation reached a fever-pitch. She gasped, eyes going wide open. Her knees slammed hard against each other, locking Jae-il's head in a suffocating, plushy and wet prison he was more than willing to live and die within.
She grabbed his hair, harshly, and smushed his face against her slit.
When the crest of it finally arrived, it washed all the tension right out her limbs and all the remaining strength was blown out, as if a rope holding the tension in her body had just been cut.
The air had completely evaporated from her lungs and, unable to draw in a single, necessary, replenishing, desperately-craved breath, Mia's mouth fell open. "..."
Euphoric waves rolled through the innermost creases of her labia.
He slowly licked at her, coaxing the aftershocks and intensifying the rush until her eyes went unfocused, droplets escaping her eyes and trailing down her flushed cheeks. She went boneless.
Her head sagged over the cushion behind her head.
Withdrawing himself, Jae-il had that self satisfied, smug little look in his eye.
Like the cat that caught the canary.
Mia opened her arms. With all the grace of a limp and nearly unconscious ragdoll. She breathed in and out, short and erratic. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, her chest rising and falling, until it settled on a more even pace.
She felt so wet and sticky.
"What should we do about this?"
Came Jae-il's voice, holding edges of confusion and hesitation. Mia sat up slightly, on her elbows, and stared at her brother's hard-on, reborn from the ashes of his previous orgasm. The damn thing was pointed straight at her wet cunt. He wasn't holding it. His penis decided on its own to look at her entrance and not divert the stare.
She let a hoarse, chuckle escape her lips.
It felt sort of comedic, as well, just how damn well-endowed he was. In every damn way possible, it seemed.
"You want to fuck me?" She said, unthinkingly, blurting out her thoughts with no filter.
His eyes widened. He was all flirtatious a few minutes ago, saying the dirtiest of things, but, at the mention of crossing that particular line, it seemed his more practical mind came to the surface and gave a second of hesitation.
"This was fine and all, and fun, very, extremely fun." He hummed, not looking away from her abused, thoroughly eaten-out pussy. "I mean... we got so far... you think we should?"
Mia would've said yes without hesitation. It's what she had been craving for so long. Now that she'd tasted him, she wouldn't mind just outright getting fucked. It was by sheer force of will and strong self-restraint, though, that she stopped the insane words from coming out of her lips and had a tiny moment of pause, trying to properly assess what her gut told her, rather than listening to the insanity going on inside the back of her head. "I mean..." She blinked. "Should we?"
They stared at each other.
"..."
"..."