Sister's seduction 3

I knew I was ready to lose my virginity to Micah.

 I was ready to offer my most cherished gift to my brother. My twin brother. 

“Have you ever done it before?” 

I asked him, still cuddled up under his arms. It felt so warm. The fragrance of his cologne was very pleasant to my nostril. I had to pull myself closer to his body, closer so I could feel every layer of his skin penetrating into mine.

He feigned ignorance of the question. I had to ask again, knowing fully well that he was trying so hard to dodge it.

“When was the last time you had sex?” I thought about rephrasing the question. Knowing fully well that he couldn't avoid It.

“Sex?” He stuttered. Trying to avoid eye contact with me, but I was smarter. We were both naked and under the duvet. I could feel his cock rising. It was pushing hard against my thigh and I was sure he was embarrassed. 

Who wouldn't feel embarrassed exposing his nakedness before his sister and having her suck his dick few hours ago?

“Yes, sex” I replied, rolling my eyes. My hands were already on his groins. I was softly massaging the junctional area between his torso and his thigh. His breathing became more intense. He'd offload many carbon dioxide Into my face.

“I- I-” he shut his eyes heavily. The words couldn't come out of his mouth. He ended up stuttering.

“Fuck Camy! You're tormenting me” he finally confessed. His voice was dry, hoarse and shaky. 

“You didn't answer the question” my hand were already finding its way to his thigh. His cock was hard already. I started caressing it, using my fingers to trail through the thick veins that was helplessly struggling to break out of the manhood. 

He tried to say a word but my grip on his dick made it impossible for him to say anything comprehensive.

“I have only kissed a lady and fingered her, I haven't had sex” he finally confessed.

I smiled. Knowing that we both were going to explore ourselves tonight and I was ready, ever ready to give my most cherished gift to my brother. He wasn't just worth it, he merited it and I thought, oddly thought he deserves it. 

 I love him so much… the years had seemed unto me but a few days…”

He hoisted himself between my spread knees.

“I’ll be gentle, my love.”

I was made for him. There was no pain.

“God, you’re so ready for me, so receptive…” It was wonderful and undulating. I moved with him, moaned with him, and felt his warm essence twitching into me. Afterwards he stayed sprawled, his weight welcome, his nose in the crook of my neck, breathing deeply.

“Was it good for you, my love? It seemed that it was. A few moments of rest and we can make love again.”

The wave that had flashed my body warm from belly to toe, that had made the blood pound in my ears, receded. I heard shuffling feet around the tent. Repressed laughs and loud whisperings permeated our small closed world.