Drenched in Ecstasy

The entire bed was drenched in Alma's arousal, the silky sheets and plush pillows completely saturated with her slick, glistening juices. The room was filled with the sweet, musky scent of her arousal, a heady mixture that was intoxicating in its own right.

Allen's face was also coated in her love juices, his hair matted and sticking to his forehead. The erotic, viscous liquid dripped from his cheeks, sliding down his chin and neck, seeping into his shirt, and leaving dark stains on the fabric.

His eyes were hooded and darkened with lust, his breathing heavy and ragged as he gazed at his sister's naked, writhing form.

"You were really pent up, weren't you, my dear sister?" A wicked smirk emerged on Allen's face as he took a finger and picked up a bit of the love juices he had leaking down his chin. He then proceeded to bring the finger to his lips, his tongue darting out and licking the tip of the finger, before he sucked the entire finger into his mouth.

"Mmmm, delicious," he purred, savoring the flavor. "You're like a bottle of the sweetest nectar, Sis. So irresistibly tasty. I could just devour every drop." His eyes gleamed hungrily as he gazed upon Alma, his pink tongue swirling around his finger in an almost obscene manner, greedily capturing every last trace of her essence. 

Allen's lewd words caused Alma's porcelain cheeks to flush a deep, crimson red. The very thought of being completely devoured by her own brother, of him wishing to savor and consume every drop of her, filled her with a strange, confusing mix of emotions. Shame, arousal, and a hint of trepidation warred within her mind, leaving her thoughts in a pleasure-induced haze. 

"I have made a decision, Alma," Allen began, his expression suddenly turning grave and serious, a stark contrast to his previous lustful demeanor. The still-dazed Alma snapped out of her reverie, staring back at her brother with a curious, almost apprehensive look upon her beautiful features. "I am going to taste and savor every last exquisite drop of your delicious nectar. I want to drink it directly from the source, to let it coat my tongue and quench my insatiable thirst. Nothing else will satisfy me now." His voice was low and rough with unbridled desire, his gaze boring into Alma's own.

"'W-Why are you talking about such... lewd things with such a serious look on your face, Brother?" Alma tilted her head to the side, her brow furrowed in confusion as she stared at a random spot on the wall, still futilely attempting to hide the lower half of her face behind her delicate hand. Her heart raced, pulse pounding in her ears, as she tried to comprehend the weight of his words and the intensity of his unwavering stare.

"Because," Allen paused, his gaze never wavering from Alma's flustered countenance. "I love every liquid that comes out of your body!" Allen said with a face that said he had found the answer to the most important topic ever discussed by mankind, as he continued to languidly lick off the rest of the lewd liquids still clinging to his lips and chin.

Alma, although dazed, was still able to hear Allen say those words, and she became as red as could be.

Her tits heaved up and down violently as a small pout formed on her gorgeous face. Her nipples were still as hard as ever, with no sign of them calming down anytime soon...

Allen, who had now licked off all the juices on his face, got a devious grin on his face as he stared right at the still-pouting Alma.

"Now, my dearest sister, the massage shall resume, and this time I shall get a direct taste of that sweet honey nectar you are producing."

As Allen's words reached Alma's ears, her face, which was already beet red, had a new shade added to it, and her heart started to beat so fast that she feared it would pop right out of her chest.

She could barely comprehend what was happening. Just a short while ago, she had been enjoying a nice, relaxing massage from her brother. Then, things had quickly escalated into a situation that was straight out of a lewd, steamy romance novel. She was now lying on a bed, completely naked, her body drenched in sweat and love juices. And, to top it all off, her own brother was declaring his intention to drink from her very fountain of desire.

A plethora of emotions welled up within her, but one emotion in particular stood out—an insatiable curiosity. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have her brother's lips on her most intimate area, to feel his tongue lap up her juices, to see the look on his face as he savored her essence.

The sheer lewdness of the thought made her tremble, and she found herself wondering if perhaps she had lost her mind. But no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, the idea of Allen drinking her nectar directly from the source had a strange appeal.

With her curiosity getting the better of her, she found herself nodding her head, a gesture that caused a look of utter delight to appear on Allen's handsome features.

"Now, then, my dearest sister, Sit on my face, so I can taste all of your sweet nectar, and drink all of the delicious honey that you are going to produce.

"..." Alma, who was blushing, slowly started to lift her body up and sit on top of Allen's face, with her legs spread wide apart. Her dripping pussy lips were only inches away from his face, and her love juices dripped from them like a waterfall, the lewd, pungent scent filling the air around them.

Allen, who had an absolutely perverted expression on his face, brought his right hand between her still-spread legs, cupping her sex with his palm. Hot! Compared to the other parts of her skin, which had been slightly chilly, her vagina was practically steaming. Allen used his middle finger to trace between her slightly parted, minimal pussy lips, embedding it only so slightly between them.

As he had already expected, she was incredibly wet, her inner walls soaked with her love juices, which were flowing out of her at an increasing rate. As his finger brushed against her sensitive folds, he could feel her muscles clench around it, trying to suck him in even deeper.

When he reached the knob at the end of the tiny valley between her labia, he rubbed her a little in a circular motion, finally bringing a slight response from Alma. She bit her lower lip again to prevent herself from making any sounds and closed her eyes, but that was all.

Allen removed his finger, only to flick her clit immediately afterwards, producing a slightly wet sound. She bit her lip a bit harder, but nothing else.

He could feel her breathing getting heavier and her muscles tensing slightly, but she still refused to make a sound. He then decided to do something a little more extreme. He then plunged his finger into her sex, all the way to the base. There was no resistance, due to the abundant lubrication. Allen added his index finger next to his middle finger and started rubbing her button with his thumb. This caused Alma to clench down on his finger. The walls inside her vagina relaxed, then clenched down on his fingers again.

This time, he was finally rewarded for his efforts. Alma arched her back, her breasts sticking out as she let out a loud moan. Her eyes shot open, and her whole body started to quiver and shake. Her muscles contracted and spasmed around his fingers, squeezing them so tight he could barely move them. Her vagina began to leak, her love juices squirting out like a broken faucet, creating a puddle beneath them.

"Did you cum already? You dirty slut. How many times did you cum earlier in your room, too, hmm? I wonder if I will be able to make you cum more than 10 times before we are done today." Allen mused aloud, his eyes fixed on the sight before him, his fingers buried inside her sex.

Alma could barely form a coherent thought; her mind clouded with pleasure. Her body continued to shake, and her eyes were glazed over. She was still experiencing the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She could only let out a few weak whimpers in response to her brother's teasing words.

Allen removed his fingers from her crotch. They glistened in the faint light, and there were strings of juice spanning between them.

"Open your mouth." Alma wordlessly complied, and Allen inserted his fingers into her warm mouth. Understanding his intentions, Alma immediately closed her lips around them and started to suck, using her tongue. The sweet, musky taste of her love juices spread across her taste buds, and her eyes widened slightly. It was a taste that she had never experienced before, and she was surprised at how addictive it was. She lapped at the digits, eagerly swallowing every drop of the nectar.

Allen then withdrew his fingers, his hands sliding down to grasp Alma's thick, luscious thighs, giving them a gentle, possessive squeeze. "Are you ready, my darling sister?". He breathed, the warm gust of his breath fanning over her exposed, throbbing, swollen flesh.

"Nnngh~" Alma gave a cute, quiet squeak as she felt a shudder ripple through her, a jolt of electricity shooting down her spine and tingling her loins. Her toes curled, and her body shivered with anticipation.

"I'm ready, Allen," she whispered, her voice quivering.

The moment words left her lips, Allen tugged her hips downwards as he nibbled gently on her clit. Her juices coated his tongue, his taste buds exploding with the flavor of her sweetness. He hummed in approval, his mouth and nose buried in the slick, pink folds of her pussy. He felt her thighs trembling on either side of his head, her breath hitching and quickening as she rocked her hips against him.

"Oohhh~" A long, low moan escaped from her lips, and her hands moved to grasp at his hair, fingers twisting in the damp strands as he sucked and nibbled at her sensitive clit.

Her head was swimming with pleasure, and her vision was starting to go fuzzy around the edges. The feeling of her brother's tongue delving between her slick folds, his mouth devouring her like a starved man, was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was as if her entire body was on fire, every nerve ending in singing with bliss.

Allen grinned up at her, his fingers digging into her hips. "You taste amazing, my darling sister," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could spend hours down here, lapping up your juices. They're absolutely divine." He punctuated his words with another flick of his tongue against her clit, drawing a gasp from her.

"Ahhhn~! Y-You're exaggerating~! Mmm~" Alma, who had been trying her best not to let any embarrassing noises come out of her lips, failed miserably as Allen's tongue entered her, licking the walls of her vagina and sending jolts of electricity through her body.

The room was filled with the sounds of Alma's moans and groans as Allen continued his assault on her womanhood.

He alternated between sucking on her clit and plunging his tongue inside her, tasting her essence and teasing her until she was a writhing mess. Her body was drenched in sweat and her face was flushed, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Allen~! Allen~~!"

Alma, who was losing her sanity as her body was being toyed around with, started to grind her pussy lips against Allen's face, coating him with her slick, viscous love juices. Her breasts started to bounce and shake wildly, while her hands moved downwards toward his head. She grabbed a handful of his hair, and pulled him closer to her crotch, as she pushed his face into her nether region even further.

Allen, who had just been pleasantly surprised by the sudden development, grinned widely and gave a muffled "Mmmmff" as he continued to ravage her sweet honeypot, his hands sliding up to grope her ass cheeks, the soft, supple flesh filling his palms. He kneaded her flesh, squeezing and groping as he lapped up her juices, his tongue curling and sliding along her quivering folds.

"Ahhn~!! It feels soooo gooood~! It's driving me crazy~!!" Alma exclaimed, her voice breaking and rising several octaves. She couldn't believe the intense pleasure she was feeling. She had never imagined that her own brother could make her feel this way, and yet here she was, riding his face like a wild stallion and grinding her pussy against his mouth.

He matched her intensity, his tongue fingers teasing and caressing her most intimate parts, driving her higher and higher towards the edge.

Her breathing was ragged and uneven, every exhale punctuated by a soft, desperate gasp. She had lost all semblance of control, her entire body quaking and convulsing with waves of unbridled, primal pleasure that seemed to consume her utterly. The way her moans picked up in both volume and intensity, reverberating through the room, was a symphony of raw emotion that spurred me on. Her toes curled almost painfully against the sheets, her fingers clutching at the fabric as if holding on for dear life. Each shudder, each arch of her back, spoke volumes, telling me that I was doing something incredibly right. Encouraged by her responsive body, I continued my ministrations with renewed fervor. 

Searching, I twisted my fingers upward, looking for her G-spot, applying pressure and thrusting, never letting up with my tongue on her lips and clit. It was a strange, sexual juggling act, but I wanted to make this as good as possible for her, and it seemed like I was on the right track.

The sounds of her building arousal and my own ragged breathing filled the air as I worked tirelessly, driven by the desire to bring her to the heights of ecstasy. 

Suddenly, Alma's eyes went wide, her expression shifting to a captivating mix of surprise and rapturous bliss. "Wait, right there, wait, wait, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" she cried out, her voice rising to a crescendo. Her body bucked and convulsed in a single, powerful jerk—not quite a full-blown orgasm but a clear sign that I had hit that elusive, deeply sensitive spot with precision. 

With a smirk, I began working that spot more, adding a third finger while simultaneously lashing her clit with the flat of my tongue. The added pressure and friction sent her into another state of euphoria, and I had to struggle to keep her thighs from clamping down on my head.

"Right there, right there, yes, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, i'mcumming, cummingcummingcumming, YES, YES, FUCK YES, FUUUUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!" My ears rang, and the sheer force of her screams threatened to rupture my eardrum. Her juices flooded my mouth, her entire body convulsing and shuddering as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her.

I drank it all, my tongue lapping at her lips and my fingers pumping in and out of her soaking wet pussy, determined to prolong her pleasure as long as possible.

Slowly, the intensity of her climax began to subside, and she slumped forward, resting her weight on her forearms.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and her skin was flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Oh, God," she whispered, her voice barely more than a rasp. "That was, fuck, that was great; thank you, fuck, thank you," Alma said, her smile wide and unrestrained.

This would've been the finest praise in the world if I were finished with her.

I wasn't.

As her breathing steadied, I gripped her thick, meaty asscheek with my hand and used my thumb to pull the fat muscle away from her rosebud. Without wasting a second, I leaned in and licked her asshole.

"Ahhhn! ~ W-What are you doing, Brother?!?! Hey, don't lick there! It's dirty!" Alma shrieked as her brother's tongue made contact with her butthole, the lewd sensation sending a shudder down her spine.