His Tongue Takes Me To Heaven

Title: “His Tongue Takes Me To Heaven”

In the throes of teenage lust and curiosity, I found myself drawn to my stepbrother, Lance, like a moth to a flame. Lance was older, more experienced, and exuded a raw, sexual magnetism that made my young body quiver with desire. I lusted after his strong jawline, his piercing blue eyes, and the way his shirt stretched taut over his muscular chest. But most of all, I yearned to feel his tongue on my most intimate places.

One sultry summer evening, I sauntered into Lance’s room, clad in a skimpy white tank top and cotton shorts. The air was thick with tension as I approached him, my heart pounding in my chest. “I need your help, Lance,” I purred, biting my lower lip seductively. “I have these tangles in my hair, and I can’t reach them.”

Lance’s eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my barely covered body. “I’ll be happy to help you, sis,” he growled, patting his lap. I hesitated for a moment before climbing onto his lap, my shorts riding up as I straddled him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, making my core throb with need.

As Lance’s fingers worked their way through my hair, his breath hot against my neck, I arched my back, pressing my ample breasts against his chest. I could barely contain my moan as his fingers brushed against an especially sensitive spot. “Lance,” I mewled breathlessly, grinding my hips against him needily. “I need you to make me feel good.”

My words seemed to snap the last thread of his control. In one swift motion, he had me on my back, his body looming over mine. “I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before,” he promised huskily, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

As he pulled my tank top off, revealing my heaving breasts encased in a lacy bra, he let out a groan of appreciation. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rasped before capturing one of my hardened nipples through the thin fabric, making me cry out in pleasure.

My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavished attention on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my sensitive buds. But it wasn’t enough – I needed more. I needed to feel his tongue on my aching, dripping core.

As if reading my mind, Lance’s hand slid down my body, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. His fingers grazed against my slick folds, making me buck my hips off the bed. “God, you’re so wet,” he growled, circling my clit with his thumb. “I need to taste you.”

Before I could respond, he had shimmied down my body, peeling my shorts and panties off in one swift motion. I was bare before him, my pussy glistening with desire, and I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at my most intimate place.

Lance wasted no time before burying his face between my thighs, his tongue delving deep into my dripping center. I cried out at the intense sensation, my fingers gripping his hair as he licked and sucked at my most sensitive spot. He ate me like a man starved, his tongue swirling around my clit before dipping inside me, fucking me with his oral muscle.

My hips bucked wildly against his face as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. I was panting and moaning, my body trembling with the force of my impending orgasm. “Lance, please,” I begged, my voice high and needy. “Make me cum.”

And cum I did, my body exploding into a million pieces as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Lance didn’t let up, his tongue pushing me higher and higher until I was a dizzy, writhing mess beneath him.

As I came down from my high, Lance crawled back up my body, a smug grin on his face. “I told you I’d make you feel good,” he bragged, his lips brushing against mine. I could taste myself on him, and it only made me want him more.

I reached down, my hand wrapping around his thick, hard cock. “Now it’s my turn to make you feel good,” I purred, pumping him slowly. “I want to taste you.”

Lance groaned, his hips thrusting into my hand. “Fuck yes, baby. I want to feel those pretty lips around my cock.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid down his body, my lips trailing kisses along his abdomen before I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock. He tasted salty and musky, and I could feel him throbbing on my tongue as I lapped at him.

I took him deeper and deeper, my head bobbing up and down his length as I sucked him OFF. Lance’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as he fucked my face. I loved the feeling of being used for his pleasure, loved the way he grunted and groaned as I worked him over.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he warned, his grip tightening in my hair. I didn’t let up, taking him as deep as I could as he shot his hot, sticky seed down my throat. I swallowed every drop, licking my lips clean as I released him from my mouth.

Lance pulled me up, crushing his lips against mine in a searing kiss. “That was amazing, baby,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re fucking incredible.”

I smiled, basking in his praise. “So are you, big brother. So are you.”

As we laid there, bare and sated, I knew I was hooked. I would never get enough of Lance’s tongue, of his cock, of the way he made me feel. And I knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning of our naughty stepbrother-step-sister games.