"Oh Robbie," I moaned. "That's incredible."
His fingers moved deeper inside me, rubbing the walls of my asshole and my cunt in a steady, rhythmic motion. Then, just like that, he took all his fingers out and opened my legs wide.
This is it, I thought. Now I get his sweet cock all the way inside my cunt. And was I ready for it?
His hands went to the cheeks of my ass and opened them as wide as he could then I felt his knob running down the crack of my ass, making its way to my dripping, gaping hole. But it stopped. It stopped right at my asshole and pressed against me.
"I want your ass, Anna," he whispered.
A sudden shiver of ice ran down my spine. I loved the feel of his finger in my asshole but his cock was way thicker and longer. I didn't think I could take it and told him so.
"Relax," he whispered. "It won't hurt if you relax."
I felt him rise up from the bed and go to my bathroom. He was back in a few seconds and his hands were back on my ass. He opened the cheeks and I felt a cool liquid running down my crack. I turned my head to look at him and saw that he had my bottle of baby oil in his hand. He smiled and rubbed the smooth liquid into my skin and then opened my asshole again with his finger and rubbed the walls until they were as smooth as silk. I watched him as he took his finger from me and poured the oil over his cock, rubbing it in so that it was as smooth and shiny as a piece of ivory. I sighed again and buried my face in my pillow. If he wanted my ass then he could have it. He was obviously being very careful not to cause me any pain by making sure we were both well lubricated. I wasn't sure why he wanted to fuck my asshole but if that's where he wanted to put it that was fine by me.
He eased his knob down my crack until it nestled against the tight ring of skin and then slowly pressed it harder against me. I felt my asshole give a little and his greasy knob slipped in just a little. I tried to relax as totally as I could and there was no pain just a strange sensation of being split in two. He pushed again, so very gently and more of his cock slipped inside me. It was then that I began to understand why he wanted to fuck my ass. That tiny little tunnel was so tight that I could almost feel every pore of his skin as his cock slid further inside me. By comparison, my cunt must have felt like a sixline highway to him. It felt so good having his cock in my ass. A different feeling to having him in my cunt, different nerves sending signals to my brain. He pushed again and I felt his thick shaft slide further and further into me until he was as far inside me as he could go.
"Wonderful," I sighed.
"Fantastic."
"So don't just keep it there," I whispered. "Fuck me. Fill my ass."
He began to move inside me, slowly at first, and then with increasing power as the tightness of my hole gripped him, rubbing his swollen knob and driving him to the very edge of madness. He pounded into my asshole with a frenzy that was almost scary. He had never fucked my cunt like that even in his wildest moments. My whole body felt like it was full of his cock and I wanted to feel his come pour into me.
I didn't have to wait long. He gave a deep moan of satisfaction and my asshole was filled with the most delicious warmth I could ever imagine. His come seemed to pump inside me for ages. Each thrust lifting me off the bed with its power until I felt like a rag doll being tossed about by a whirlwind.
I tightened my muscles around him, not wanting to let him go, wanting his cock inside my asshole forever.
I didn't care that I hadn't come. I didn't care that my clit was dying from neglect. I wanted to feel the warmth, the fullness, the power of his cock in my ass.
As his cock withered, my muscles pushed him from me and I lay exhausted on the bed, my body sore, my mind frantically trying to store the feelings in the deepest recesses of my brain. I rolled slowly onto my back and looked up at my brother, my lover. My arms reached out for him and we kissed passionately, our hands touching, caressing each other until the tears began to fall. This was our last night together and we both knew deep down that it would never be the same again.
It wasn't too long after that Robbie got a new job out of town. We never had the chance to make love again and I missed it dreadfully and I know he did too. I could see the hunger in his eyes when he looked at me sometimes and there were so many nights when I felt tempted to tiptoe to his room and lie with him but our parents would never understand our feelings for each other.
It was inevitable that one of us would leave home and when he left a chapter of my life closed. My sweet, loving brother had made me into a completely different person but now it was time to move on for both of us. For Robbie, a new job, a new city, new friends. For me? I had no idea. But I felt sure that life would never be dull again.
Robbie had been gone for three months when my twenty-first birthday rolled around. I had reverted to being a virgin, purely out of choice. There simply wasn't anything out there that I wanted. I socialized more with the people at work and a couple of guys tried to get into my panties but I politely steered them somewhere else. I didn't want a repeat of the wham-bam thank-you-ma'am school of fucking that Jeff had introduced me to. I wanted loving not just fucking and that would take time to find. Dave took me out to lunch on my birthday and we had a super time. I got a little smashed and confessed that I had a crush on him. He was very sweet to me and told me that he thought I was a very lovely young lady and if he wasn't married he might be tempted to take advantage of my feelings for him. "Don't let a piece of paper stop you," I told him. He pretended to be shocked and I caught myself wondering whether he had a hard on underneath the table.
He gave me the afternoon off and I went home. No big deal. Twenty-one. So what? I went out to dinner with my parents but Robbie never came home for my birthday. He said he was really busy at work and I had to make do with a phone call.
There was this one lady at work, Ruth, who had been very sweet to me ever since I started there. She was the accounting manager and I would guess that she was in her early forties although she still had a super body and always looked well groomed and elegant. She was quite tall, a good three inches taller than me, and she always had a deep suntan that made her look young and healthy. She seemed like she was really fond of me and she would come behind me sometimes when I was working and stroke my hair. "So lovely," she'd say. "I sure wish I had hair that long." Her tightly curled hair was as dark as mine was light.
Then sometimes she would bring me cookies she had made and haul me off to the cafeteria for a chat while I ate them. She said that she thought of me as the daughter she never had. She was a widow and had a son of nineteen who was the image of his father according to Ruth, his obviously doting mother.
On the Friday after my birthday, Ruth came by my desk with a big grin on her face and announced that she was taking me out on the town in honor of the fact that I was a "big girl" now. She told me to call my parents and tell them that I was staying at her house. "You'll be in no state to drive home, young lady, so you can sack out at my place."
It sounded like a lot of fun and I went along with her plans. We left work early and hit the happy hour head on. By nine o'clock we had drunk more than enough, danced a few times and fought off an assortment of wolves. As we staggered out of the last bar neither of us was feeling any pain and Ruth announced that it was time to go home. "Old folks like me need their rest," she said blurily. We took a cab and headed across town to her house.