Semua Bab A Dangerous Obsession: Bab 911 - Bab 920

My eyes widened, and my hand dashed back down into my panties, the need in his eyes setting me off again. "Ohhh fuuuuccckkkk do it do it do it. I wanna see just how much cum you can get on me before I have to shower." With a grunt, he started to stroke again, but... "Wait. Come up here."There was a little bit of room on the couch by my head, and I had him kneel there. That cock loomed over my face, intimidating as hell. "You want me to cum from this direction?" He asked."Mhmm. I'm not gonna suck it, but you can drag it across my face like I'm a fucking cum drunk harlot. I might lick those big balls. I dunno. But I wanna feel them on my face as you cum." I pulled the waistband of my panties out, so he could see my mound, my blonde pubic hair. "This is your target. Hit it from there, Jonny. I want you to cover my pussy in cum from there."I felt incredible, loopy, the words just poured out of me. I think I WAS cum drunk, the smell from all of his cum up and down my body was overwhelmi

And Jon was a good little brother. The best. He always made my happiness a priority, and it meant everything to me. So I knew he would obey my request."Cum in me, Jon. Ohhhhh Godddd cummmmm in meeeee!"Jonathan made this sexy growling sound, and he obeyed. Driving forward in powerful thrusts, his cock began to flex within me, sending forth its heavy load, so deep inside me that I couldn't name the place. It felt like he was in my chest, my heart, filling me with his first blast of warmth and love. It was such a visceral thing, and I continued to cum, yet it was that warmth that I felt more than anything else. I caressed his face, loving him with my eyes, even though I was barely sentient, what with the maelstrom rolling through my body.Pulse after pulse of brotherly love filled my womb, my virginity such a thing of the past that it wasn't even funny, taken by a boy I couldn't love but loved anyway.Well... he was a man, really. To seek love over pleasure, to offer his virginity in e

It was several days of hard work before we felt like we were ready to receive the goats. It would be breeding season soon, and we wanted them back home and comfy to start knocking out them kids.Our little farm was known for making the best goat milk, and Grandma had shared the feed recipe as part of her will. Getting her supplier to mix the majority of it was pretty easy -- they were well acquainted with the request, and they expressed their condolences over the phone. There was a little additional piece, a final touch that Grandma added herself. Fenugreek apparently made the does lactate like crazy, and some of her motherly clients claimed their breast milk was more plentiful if they drank milk from our lil farm.Grandma's old friend Bethany rumbled up in her old truck, towing the trailer with the goats. I always thought these old ladies were impressive, keeping so active into their seventies.Bethany grinned at me, rolling down her window. "Damn, Ronny! You're looking fit as all he

So I could probably get a new job if we ended up selling the farm, and Ronny was in high demand. We would be okay. For now, I was just having a blast with this huge change of pace, and a little bit more time with Ronny didn't hurt, either.We chatted while he cooked in the cozy kitchen of the little farmhouse. "So what was going on with the bowling ball?" Ronny asked, his back to me. "Those loud thumps."I giggled. "I had to get it up to speed, so I made a track, like a rollercoaster, but a little more batshit crazy. I hooked a belt up to the tractor's motor and installed wheels in the track to speed the ball up. It's... completely ridiculous.""Shit, I was wondering where all the scrap wood went.""Yeah, it should be

My stomach gurgled, and I realized I'd been so distracted by the casual incest going on with our neighbors that I hadn't eaten in hours."Tch, sis. You always forget to eat. You're gonna waste those curves away!""Curves?" I asked, looking up at him in surprise, once more mortified by the topic of conversation."What, am I not supposed to notice that my lil sister has curves?""I feel like you're not supposed to, no," I said, idly running my fingers through my straight brown hair to distract myself from my suddenly-racing heart. Of course, I knew he noticed me, had caught him staring a ton, but he never actually said it before. It felt out of character, and I wondered if his prank was coming.He shrugged. "I'm ju