Eric: I didn't expect it, but when Jen rolled onto her back I rolled with her. I realized my weight on her had to be relieved, so I instinctively placed my forearms on either side of her, holding me above her. There was a brief moment when our eyes met, when we had to admit to the other and to ourselves what we were doing, and then, watching her eyes close, watching the obvious pleasure washing across her face, I knew absolutely that this was what she wanted. I could still caress her thighs, could still touch her face, could still bury my face in her neck, breathe in her lemony hair. And I could still draw back, her robe now useless as a covering, and see her breasts beneath me, her nipples now proud, stiff, and shouting their presence to me. As I lowered myself carefully to her I could feel those nipples, those breasts first touching, then pressing against my chest, driving from my mind my instinct to take them between my lips.
Jenny: I spread my legs, my thighs, continuing to arrange our bodies together, giving Eric ample room. I drew my knees up, placing my feet flat on the couch, so that Eric was now comfortable in the valley of my thighs. As he arranged himself above me, looking into my eyes, I could feel his navel on mine, then felt for the very first time the unmistakable hardness of his cock pressing against me. I felt my vaginal juices flow as they'd never flowed before, panties changing instantly from moist to wet. I felt my last resistance crumble and fall aside as I thrust my hips against his, lifted us slightly with my effort.
Eric: I felt Jen shift her legs so that she was holding me now between her thighs and then felt her lift us both with her hips. Just the slightest pressure and the smallest lift, but it shot a jolt of pleasure through me like I'd never felt. What I did feel, though, was my rigid cock, harder than it had ever been, being lifted, being pressed by her mound. I pressed her in return as she lowered us to the couch.
Jenny: I lifted us again, and then once more and then there was a pause. It was a pause I think I'll remember all my life, for what it began, what it signaled, and for what happened. What happened is that in the very short pause our eyes met. We each saw the undeniable need, the want, in the other's eyes. And what happened then was a kiss. Neither of us saw it coming, I know, but it was so right that it just had to happen. Eric leaned down, still holding himself slightly above me, and kissed me lightly on the lips. Somehow I knew that that was what I had wanted, needed, since we began. Since I'd left Colin's car, perhaps. He drew back, our gaze still locked, and I pulled him down, kissing him fiercely, my tongue demanding admission, his lips allowing it, so that within seconds our tongues were meeting for the first time. And it was like an electric circuit being connected for the first time as an almost shocking current of pleasure rocked us, shot through our bodies to our tongues.
Eric: We kissed. Several times. And they were my first real kisses with a girl, with a woman, and it was incredibly intoxicating. I didn't care that it was my sister whose tongue was dancing with mine; she was so hot, so attractive, so…woman… that it simply accelerated my need. I broke the kiss and buried myself in her hair again and began thrusting my hips against her. She accepted me with a closer hug, pulling me right down upon her and then wrapping her legs around me, cocooning me in an unbelievable wrap of pleasure, of sex for the first time in my life. I began thrusting my hard cock, still encased in my jeans, against her. Three layers, I thought, three layers of fabric between me and her, and her soaking panties hardly counted in the bargain.
Jenny: There was no more messaging required as Erick began to thrust against me. Within seconds I adopted his rhythm and began meeting his thrusts. There are no good words for what we were doing; the usual de***********ion is "humping" or "dry humping" but there was absolutely nothing dry about it. I was soaking and in a few minutes I knew Eric's shorts would be soaked too, but the sublime pleasure we were gathering, building, giving to each other as we rocked together on that couch, its springs quietly announcing our rhythm was so far beyond a banal term like "humping". It was ecstasy, it was a sexual pleasure that I'd never come close to experiencing as my brother's body, melded to mine, continued to press its hardness against my softness. And press it did, as with every thrust I could feel his hard cock against my pussy, could almost hear its plea for entry, for admission.
Eric: In seconds we were rocking in a perfect rhythm, mindful of the quiet noise the couch was making as it signaled our supine dance together. Through the fog of pleasure that had totally enveloped us some primal part of my mind reminded me that our parents were only 15 feet away, through one or two walls, and that our moans, our gasps, the squeaking of the couch, had to be kept to a quiet level. But that became harder and harder as our pleasure grew. At one point Jen's moans became so loud that I fell upon her with a kiss, one that she eagerly accepted, one that lasted long seconds, quieting the noise of her sexual pleasure. My thrusts grew harder and harder, faster and faster as she began to find words again, for the first time in long minutes. She pulled my head down so that she could whisper into my ear "don't stop…don't stop…DON'T stop, Eric…it's so good, soooo…unnnhhh…oh god, oh god, soooo good…" and then, from nowhere, it seemed, "I love you Eric, god, I looovve you". I told her that I loved her too and began thrusting even faster. Finally, from Jen: "ohhhh god, Eric, don't stop…I'm cumming…I'm OH GOD, I'm…UUUNNNGGH" as her body shook, lifting us both well off the couch, shaking as she'd never shaken before, gasping, her body convulsing with her orgasm. Did I know she was having an orgasm? Not consciously; I had never come close to this with a girl before, but some part of my brain did understand that I had just given my sister an orgasm.