Oh my. No one would love my brother, not the way I do. I want his mind, I want his body, but most of all I want him inside me. I want him to dominate my world, to be my everything for a fleeting moment. But of course, Eric is reasonable, he wouldn't dare lay a hand on me, or in me. That's why I did it, I guess. I found this crystal ball at the magic shop, the lady said it could make anyone do anything. So I bought it. It was a powerful tool. And I waited for the night mom and dad took Whitney out. I was left with Eric. I called him into my room and told him to sit down before the crystal ball, I told him to stare into it.
I then whispered, in my most sexy, tantalizing voice "Look into the ball Eric," too my surprise, he did. When I noticed this glaze in his eyes, I whispered again, in that temptress voice, "You want me Eric, you want to take me on that bed and stick your sex into me, you want to" that's when his body responded. He nodded eagerly, and vigourasly. He stood up and lifted me off the chair. He un-buttoned my blouse, and unzipped my pants. He tore off his shirt, and kicked off his jeans. There was no romance, and I didn't want romance, I wanted him deep in me so I could scream with ecstasy and claw at his back. He threw me impatiently on the bed and stafford me, he pinned my hands above my head, giving him full control.
Soon his hardness teased at my clitoris. He thrust into me. And he pulled out. Back in he thrust. Just this moving, our naked brows together, made me want to howl. But him, in me? I wanted to touch him. His thrusting build up a climax inside me. I couldn't stop, I fought my hand free and grasp onto his waist, assisting him further. An erotic moan gurgled from him and I, our climax upon us. The orgasm sent delight throughout my body, but I wasn't done. I rolled upon him an straddled him. I pressed him deeper, the ecstasy running through me. I couldnt stop, not now.
When we were both done going at it, and we lay panting and sweating, I giggled. I got up. What should I do now?