Life changed after Christmas

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Part 2

“Sor… Sorry Zeh!!! I… I didn’t mean it… I swear to God! I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry!!” But the damage had already been done. My God, it has been so long since I had one of those in me. Although I wasn’t a virgin, Max really surprised me with his length and girth. He was definitely bigger than any of my ex-boyfriends. Even though it was just a couple of inches, I could feel his meat shaft stretching my lips and insides.

My lips were only fairly moist due to the earlier stimulation and my pussy depths were still relatively dry. I could feel a dull ache down there as the tight costume trapped his tip in my pussy. It was impossible for him to take his cock out now, but we could try and prevent the situation from getting worse. And I feared I would get more aroused with each passing second with his hard tip forcefully spreading my vaginal folds.

I tried to sound as composed as I could as I said, “Ar… It’s… It’s okay… Zeh is alright… Just… Ar… Don’t move… Until I’m ready…” Wary that he might accidentally plunge deeper in, I raised myself on my toes and bent forward as much as I could. My butt pushed higher against him, shifting the pressure from his crotch to his tummy. I had to use my arms to support my upper body weight on the stair railing while Max remained scooted behind me.

My whole body broke out in even more sweat as I propped myself in this strenuous position. I could feel his hot cock lodged menacingly just inside of my pussy folds, threatening to force into me if I let my guard down. There was no time to lose. I initiated the next step with my left foot and led Max to follow suit behind me. When we put our feet down, all was well. But when we lifted ourselves up, his cock pulled out an inch then drove itself back in.

I whimpered loudly as I felt his cock slide out and fuck itself into my sensitive female opening again. I hoped he didn’t hear that. My arms were shivering on the railing as my pussy spasmed and squeezed on his cock uncontrollably. Although he was still about 2 inches in me, he was making me seriously wet. As if his cock triggered my pussy’s natural defenses, my juices were starting to flow in response to his sudden withdrawal and forced dry entry.

I grit my teeth and put up with the overwhelming sensations below as I prepared to take another step up. There were only 4 more agonising steps to go and I was determined to see us through this ordeal. Even though we coordinated our steps, we could not totally synchronise our movements in the suit. I was aware that with every step we took, his cock would move within the depths of my hot and rapidly dampening pussy.

When we took the next step, the same thing happened. More specifically, I could feel my pussy dragging along the length of his hard shaft as his cock slid inside me. An inch out, an inch in. I could also feel my taut pussy lips around his girth getting wet as it tried to accommodate him, my juices ironically coating his cock to make it easier for it to fuck me. Although we were moving at snail pace, I was getting out of breath and so was he.

My cheeks were flushed and it felt like I was having a workout. Max was panting down my neck and it was making me uncomfortable. I tried to wriggle my neck away from his puffing breath but the constraints of the costume didn’t allow that. Desperate to get out of the situation, I endured the assault of his hard cock on my pussy and forced myself to take the last 3 steps up the stairs while still on tiptoes.

During those steps, his cock slipped out and went into me again and again. When we reached the 2nd floor, the nearest room we could use was his. It was just about 5 steps away from us. I noticed he was standing a little more upright than when we were on the stairs and he was nudging me a little harder below. It was like he wasn’t trying as hard to pull his cock away from my pussy anymore. But maybe I was being too sensitive, so I ignored it.

I said to him, “M… Max… Let’s go to your room… And change… Okay…?” He didn’t reply. We took small, cautious steps towards his room. As we walked the first 2 steps, his cock was still sliding in and out of me. It was really weird to me now. We could walk much easier on level ground but still his cock was stroking into my pussy. It took me a second to realise that Max was subconsciously pumping his hips as we walked in the costume.

And worse, he was trying to push himself deeper into my wet slit with each step we took. I was totally concentrating on making my way to his room and wasn’t aware that he was already stroking about 2 inches of his manhood into me from behind. But we were almost at his room. I only had to put up with him for the last few steps. Then I’m going to strip myself from this costume and give that little weasel a piece of my mind.

I kept my silence and pulled him with me as I took the lead. All he did was take the chance to push his hips against me and drive more of his hard cock inside me. We finally reached his door and just then, my knees buckled under the constant strain of my awkward tiptoed posture. My legs gave way and I impaled my poor pussy on his cock, unexpectedly driving more than half his length into me.

I almost screamed right then as I felt his hardness spread my buttery depths, but I bit down on the foam in the costume and muffled it. It was as if his cock met no resistance from my tight pussy. I realised I had gotten very wet along the way. Max moaned in pleasure as he felt my pussy drive itself down onto him. We stood at the doorway unmoving and a little breathless. I was adjusting to the size of his cock and he was just standing there, enjoying the feel of my velvet folds.

“Oh… Oh my God… Ar… Faark… Max… Arr… It hurts…” I moaned incoherently. It felt like a huge rod rammed into me and it had me completely winded. It was painful despite how wet I was. When I used to make love to my ex-boyfriends, we always spent a lot of time on foreplay to get me adequately relaxed for penetration. The juices seeping from my tight, relatively inexperienced pussy weren’t enough for a cock of Max’s size. Although I couldn’t see, I guessed he must be at least 8 inches fully erect but I wasn’t in the mood to find out. This is my brother I’m talking about!

He moaned softly, his lips very close to my left ear, his breath tickling me. He sounded seriously excited and in heat now. I was really worried that this will escalate into something more so I had to act fast. I lifted myself onto my toes again and bent forward in the costume as much as I could to pull my hurting pussy off his large cock. But as I tried to put some distance between us, he pressed forward with his hips, indicating his unwillingness to let up.

I was fuming and frustrated with him. My whole body was shaking and I was drenched in sweat from my efforts. At least that was what I thought. Part of me knew my body missed the ecstasy of good sex and an erect cock buried in my pussy was unquestionably having a reaction on me. But I was loath to admit it. I wasn’t about to become a slut for Max! I could feel the heated skin of his tummy rubbing on my fair heart-shaped ass from behind, almost scorching my delicate ass cheeks. The smell within the costume was a distinct combination of our sweat and my female juices, and it was causing me much embarrassment. He didn’t need to know how aroused and wet my pussy was.

“Aww… Zeh… Ar… Shiiitt… You feel… So good… Zeh…” he murmured, breathing heavily across the left cheek of my face. He didn’t try and fuck me but his hands slowly reached down and gripped the waist of the costume, hanging on to it as he tried to pull himself into me. I wanted to strip that damned costume off right there and then, and put a stop to this before Max goes too far. I glanced around the corridor and I could see no one else. I could only hear a group of kids playing PS3 in the study room next door. If they came out of the room and saw us, they might get curious. I wouldn’t want that.

I grabbed the door frame for support and started to slowly make my way into his room, dragging him along on my tiptoes. That little bastard took the opportunity to stroke his cock in and out of me again as I struggled to walk in front of him. This time, he pumped me with a couple of near full strokes as my pussy muscles had somewhat loosened up after my own mishap earlier. I bit my lips to suppress the soft whimpers of pleasure coming from me against my will.

In a few short steps, we finally got into Max’s room. I hastily reached for the door, pushed it shut and locked it. He was still drowned in lust and not helping. With shaky arms, I immediately pulled off the costume’s head, reached for the zip on the right side of the costume and desperately jerked it all the way down. The costume fell away from our bodies, completely soaked and sticky with our sweat. I quickly removed my arms from the inside of the costume and was about to step out of it to end this ordeal when, unexpectedly, Max had other ideas.

To be continued...

Part 3

He took me completely by surprise when he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me off my feet and stepped out of the costume. As my feet hovered above the floorboard, I felt his hard cock drill even deeper into my pussy. The tip of his manhood was touching me in virgin territory and it felt like the night my first boyfriend deflowered me. But it was a little different this time. No man had ever gone so deep, or stretched me out so much. He was almost buried to the hilt inside me, and could have gone deeper if not for my tightness.

I had to cover my mouth with both hands as I screamed into my palms from the stinging pain and sensitivity. Despite the shock from what Max was doing, I couldn’t let anyone find out what was going on upstairs. What would our parents think?! We would be ruined! Our lives would be over! How could we face the world?! I couldn’t let that happen. I had to stay rational, and I held hopes that Max would come back to his senses. But to my anguish, it seemed like he had completely lost his mind.

I tried to reason with him, “M… Max!... Put me… Down… Please!... Don’t… Do this… I’m your Zeh!” My pleas fell on deaf ears. He carried me to his bed and threw me facedown on it. He pressed my butt with his palms and pinned me down. As he slowly drew his cock out of my pussy, I groaned softly into his mattress. I could feel his burning, lustful eyes looking down at where he entered me, when he gasped in awe. He must have been watching my wet pink lips being dragged out as he unsheathed his meat pole.

I have been told by my ex-boyfriends it was quite a pretty sight, and it always drove them wild. And the fact that I always kept myself fairly shaven, save for a sexy little Mohawk, could have added to Max’s insane desire. As I felt him vacate my depths, I could also feel my warm, overflowing juices escape from my stuffed female opening, droplets gathering at my pussy lips and running down my inner thighs. Deep down inside, I was fighting the temptation to drive my ass back onto his cock and ride my wet pussy to orgasm on his thick, hard cock. I was determined not to give in to my bestial urges.

I turned my head to the side and saw our reflection on his full length wardrobe mirror. It had the whole view of his room and there I was, kneeling on his bed in my sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts. My back was arched, my arms were slumped under me and my long hair had fallen around my face. He was standing behind me in his singlet and boxers, with his cock poking through his fly. That little pervert had forgotten to button his fly before we got into the costume, which led to this predicament!

I could see the left leg opening of my FBT shorts pushed wide to the side as his meat shaft went through it. I could also see his exposed, glistening cock at my wet entrance, raw, obscene and utterly drenched in my juices. It was like a scene from a porn flick. His eyes never stopped staring down at my ass as he drew his cock out of my pussy, inch by slow inch. His fingers kept kneading and stroking my butt cheeks. By now he had already pulled about 6 inches out, leaving only his cock head inside me. But my pussy still felt stuffed. God, he was big.

After he had pulled away, I could feel cool air behind me. Beads of warm sweat rolled down behind my thighs and onto the back of my knees. The heat was getting to him, so he pulled his singlet up, took it off and threw it to his side. His chest was rising and falling in anticipation with every breath he took, as if he had some sinister plan in store for me. Getting afraid, I tried to crawl forward on my hands and knees to get away from him but before I could even dislodge his cock from my pussy, he reached down and gripped me at my hips to pull me back.

I pleaded with him again, “M… Max!... Please!… Lemme go… I… I don’t wanna do this… You… You’re my brother… Pleeeasssee!… Nooo!!...” But it backfired on me. It turned him on even more after hearing me beg. I could feel his steely grip tightening on my hips, hurting me. Then as he pulled me onto him, he rammed his cock balls deep in one hard thrust. It was more than I could take. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. My knuckles turned white as I held onto it for dear life. Goosebumps broke out all over my body as I could feel the tip of his manhood rub past my sweet g-spot and bump into my cervix.

He reached forward with his right hand and pulled me up by my shoulders. Then he held onto my right collar as he slid his left hand under my waist and pulled my hips up. I was still trying to cope with the pleasurable pain that came with the deep penetration of my pussy, so I put up no resistance as I let him manipulate me into position. The sound of my panting breath and the squeaking of the mattress springs suddenly sounded deafening in the otherwise silent room.

From the mirror, I could see myself on all fours, pushing my palms down on his mattress for support and my head lowered with his right hand pulling on my shoulder. My wet clothes exposed every curve I had on my body. My slim arms were damp and gleaming with sweat, my long hair clinging onto my sticky, fair neck and partially obscuring my face.

As he lifted my waist with his left hand, my back arched, thrusting my firm, hanging breasts out below me. I could see my nipples poking on the soaked fabric of my flimsy t-shirt. He was kneeling between my spread thighs, his tanned dark skin contrasting with my fair maiden-like skin, slowly withdrawing his hard cock from the depths of my pussy once more.

“Mmmm… Faark… Aaa… Mmmm… ” I whined as I felt his man meat dragging on every nook and cranny of my tight female canal. My wetness was seeping out in between as he pulled out, a few droplets of girly fluid dripping down between my legs, and onto the bed. He continued to withdraw slowly until only his tip was in, and then slid his whole cock in balls deep again. I felt like I was in sexual heaven, being fucked by him. I really hated my body for enjoying it as I reluctantly sighed and moaned to myself.

He repeatedly pumped his large, rock-hard cock into my dripping wet snatch at a slow and constant pace. I was shaking and shuddering from the continuous sexual assault. All this while, he was using his right hand to pull me back onto his thrust, using my shoulder for leverage. He started to feel my tight pussy walls relaxing and opening up to his cock for easier entry, as if encouraging him to go harder and faster.

Just then, there was a knock on his door. “Max, are you in there? What are you doing inside? Don’t lock yourself upstairs. Come down and help serve our guests… And where’s your sister? I can’t find her anywhere…” It was our Mom! I panicked. We hadn’t realised we had been up here for at least 10 minutes. I couldn’t let her know I was in the room with Max and I dreaded to think what would happen if she was to find out what we were doing in here.

Max stopped his thrusts and thought fast. He hesitated for a few seconds before finding his voice again and shakily answering, “Er… I… Err… Don’t feel so well, Mom… I just… Need to rest for a bit…” As he waited for Mom’s response, he pulled on my hips and sneakily resumed his fuck thrusts. He did not give any regards to how alarmed I was as our mother stood just outside his room. This time, he went teasingly slow with his deep strokes. I was so angry with his audacity and selfishness. But as much as I hated to admit it, he was pushing the right buttons and starting to make my juicing pussy lose control.

Mom replied after pausing for a while, “Oh… Okay. Just rest and get well… And have you seen your sister Sophie?” I glanced at him on the mirror and he casually looked back at me as he continued fucking. Our eyes locked on each other as he said, “No, Mom… I haven’t seen her anywhere… But you know her… A helpful girl like her… Is probably busy… Helping someone out… Right now…” He never missed a beat and kept up his fuck rhythm while conversing with our Mom.

Our unsuspecting Mom said, “Aiya, that girl. Why did she run off without informing me? I’m so busy. Come and help me after you feel better. Alright, Max?” I could see him reveal a slight smile as he replied, “Sure thing… Mom…” As soon as he heard our Mom step away from the door, he put both hands on my collar and picked up the pace. My shoulders were pulled back further and my back was arched even more as he manhandled me harder than before. Loud smacking sounds of skin meeting skin resonated in his room while he powered in and out of my poor, wet slit.

To be continued...