My brain tried to ask a million questions at once, but my body took over and my thoughts muddled into a giant puddle of mush. I closed my eyes and leaned back, enjoying the sensation of my brother’s tongue in my mouth as he continued to kiss me, hard.
His hands rested softly on my hips, and he began to slide his fingers up my shirt, slowly, tantalizingly. His every touch sent ripples of energy coursing through me, like a live wire on my skin.
I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around Kiegan’s neck and leaned my head back against the lockers, pressing my body closer to his. His fingers moved upwards finding the edge of my bra, and slowly following the line of the underwire. When he got to the front of my shirt he began undoing the buttons, one at a time, slowly. I gasped as the cool air of the room hit my exposed skin, hardening my nipples even more than Kiegan’s touch had already been doing.
Stop it. Stop it. This is so wrong, you can’t do this, my brain shouted, sending out every single red flag it could, but my body ignored it. I had wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long, I was going to have him. Fuck the consequences.
As Kiegan got to the bottom of my shirt, he tore it off and let it fall to the floor. My bra was the only thing covering my breasts, and they heaved towards him as I pressed them against his muscular chest. His breathing was getting deep and ragged, and I knew Kiegan wanted this as much as I did.
“What if someone comes in?” I whispered, suddenly aware that we were in way too public a place for this to happen.
“Fuck it, that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he replied as he unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. Moving his head down to my breasts, his hot mouth found my nipple and a moan escaped my lips as he began to suck, then nibble, not too hard but not too softly, just enough to send sharp pangs of pleasure coursing through my body and down to my sex.
I knew I was wet. I could feel it. I was so turned on I was practically writing under Kiegan’s touch. I took my hands and grabbed his hair as he continued to suckle my nipple. I wanted to yank him off me, tear off all his clothes and make him mine.
When he finally came up for air, Kiegan pulled off his shirt. My hands grazed his muscular chest, all that working out he did obvious, as my eyes lapped up the beauty of his body. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. That we were actually doing this.
Kiegan grabbed at the button of my jeans with an urgency that I matched, and before I knew it, we were both naked, pressed against each other, the only thing I could hear was our hurried breathing.
Moving me over to a table at the other end of the room, Kiegan hoisted me up onto it like I weighed nothing.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers finding the folds of my sex.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned at the feeling of his touch. I wanted him inside of me, and not just his fingers. “Me too. Oh God, me too.”
I grabbed the edge of the table as Kiegan took his shaft out and pressed it against my slit. I closed my eyes and gasped as he pressed against me, and before I knew it my brother had slipped inside of me, his hardness stretching my walls. It had been a while since I had anyone inside of me, and my back arched as I felt him penetrate me to my core.
The sex was pure, raw, animalistic enjoyment for the both of us. I clutched at the table as hard as I could as he pounded in and out of me, hard and fast. With every stroke I could feel my blood getting hotter. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body from my nether regions, the tips of my fingers and toes began to tingle. I was glad I was sitting on the edge of the table, I was sure that if I was standing my legs would have been like jelly.
“Fuck me,” I groaned as every fantasy I’d had since I was fourteen years old came true in this helicopter company building. Kiegan grunted a reply and grabbed my hips, using my body as leverage as he pounded me harder and harder.
Pressure began to build inside of me, a pressure unlike any I’d ever felt before. I knew I was going to orgasm, I knew I was coming close. Every thrust leg to a tug at the very core of my being, a tug that only made me want more.
Finally, the pressure grew to be too much. Like a dormant volcano rushing to life, I came. I clutched Kiegan as I howled with pleasure, completely oblivious to the fact that we were still in public. “Oh God… oh Kiegan!” I cried out as the orgasm racked my body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body, setting every single cell in my body on fire, sending through a pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My toes curled, my back arched, my mouth opened in a silent scream as every muscle in my body tensed, focused entirely on making the pleasure running through me last for as long as possible. I could feel my sex clenching on Kiegan’s shaft, who had stopped thrusting while I came.