1. What Lena Wants -Chapter 4


    Date: 5/26/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Incest, Male/Female, Masturbation, Teen, Teen Female Solo, Teen Male/Teen Female, Toys, Written by women, Author: Sexy.Cede, Rating: 87.9, Source: sexstories.com

    torturous. “Clark misses his Lois,” he added, his voice barely louder than a whisper. With that, he leaned in and began to kiss me, and I let him. I remembered my promise to take charge of what I wanted, and grabbed a hold of his head. I needed him closer, even though I knew it was physically impossible. Our tongues danced, teasing each other. He did this thing where he sucked on my bottom lip, and my hips bucked against his groin. Milo’s erection was full on, and barely contained within the fabric. I let his hands roam under my shirt, over my breasts. He pushed them together, kneading them, and strummed my nipples with his thumbs. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered, breaking our kiss. I coudln’t say anything. It was if my voice had packed up and skipped town. My pussy pulsed, wanting him, needing him, but my mind was afraid. I didn't want it to be like last time. “Lena?” He pressed, nibbling at my earlobe. His teeth scrapped against the tender skin of my neck, and sent chills down my spine. “I- I-” my voice sounded small. Milo stopped his teasing, and sat up, looking me straight on. “Lena?” I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that could make everything okay, and blurted out, “I’m scared, Milo. It hurt before, and you didn't care...” I felt his hand stroke my hair, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “I’m sorry, Lena. I was so fucking turned on, my mind kind of went into auto mode. I didn't realize until afterwards when you locked yourself in here, and then you wouldn't ...
    open the door...” What was I supposed to say? Forgive him? Tell him everything was a-okay? His fingers traced along my jaw line, and a worried look creased his brow. Here I was, my shirt up, bunch under my armpits, my older brother sitting on me, but still felt so far away. I had a choice to make, and the look in Milo’s eyes made it simple. “Roll over,” I ordered. A dazzling smile lit up his face, and he scrambled off of me and out of his boxers. I crawled up between his legs, hoping I looked sexy. “Hands behind your head.” Milo complied, a big, cheesy grin on his face. I took his engorged boner in my hand, and gave it a squeeze. Pre-cum glistened at the slit, and I smeared it all over the head. When I’d bought the dildo, I’d estimated it to be about the same size as Milo’s, but it fell short. Literally. Milo was wider and thicker, with the head of his cock more pronounced than the pink cock’s. Length wise, Milo made the dildo look like it belonged on a Ken doll. And this is what made me nervous. I knew that was why things had been so horrible last time, but my research told me that the lube should help things goes smoother, no pun intended. Grabbing the bottle, Milo joked, “you’re not going to throw it at my other eye this time, right?” “Ha ha. You’re so funny.” I rolled my eyes, and flipped the cap. The scent of strawberries reminded me vaguely of a baby doll I had as a child that was probably somewhere in the attic. I squirted a very generous dollop into the palm of my hand, ...
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