Spain had always been their dream vacation spot. There were times when they were young that they'd fantasize about going. They'd live happily together, enjoying a rich life. And now it had become reality. It had taken them a long time to get to a place where they could afford it, and also execute their plan of getting there uncaught and unsuspected. They were finally together how they wanted to be, where they wanted to be.
They got a room at the most lavish hotel they could find, knowing that they could stay there until they figured out a more permanent place. They were just grateful to be together, two siblings who loved each other more than anything. They always stood by each other, the perfect couple. Quentin loved Kit more than he could express and Kit couldn't live without him. They settled into their room late in the evening, laying on the bed. Quentin removed his shirt with a triumphant grin and Kit unbuttoned her blouse with a sigh of relief. They were free.
"This is a new beginning, Quentin," Kit expressed in a hard yet reverent tone, "From now on, we're doing this together, and discreetly."
Quentin laughed and stroked her arm, responding teasingly, "Oh, come on Kit, you know I've been careful."
Kit smirked and turned onto her side, propping her head onto her hand. She stroked his chest with a fingertip and spoke sensually, "You know what I mean."
Quentin smirked then and glanced down at her finger, then looked back into her eyes, "You know, it's been a while."
He was aroused by the soft motion of her fingertip, having missed the touch of his sister throughout the years. Only she caused such a heated reaction from his body. Her smirk broadened and she moved to straddle him, laying both her hands flat on his chest and moving them downward, "It certainly has."
He arched his back with a groan, grinning, "Come on, baby sister. Give it to me. You know what I like."
She arched an eyebrow before lowering her head down to his, whispering sultrily against his lips, "There's no one but me."
He chuckled lightly with a hiss, his legs moving apart in his excitement. She licked his lips teasingly before she slid her body downward, kissing his body along the way. She loved pleasuring her brother in the most enticing way. She pulled off his clothing before spreading his legs further with her hands on his inner thighs, dipping her head down to the place between them. The bare, empty place that lacked what other women craved. She nuzzled her mouth into it with an aroused hum, feeling his body tense as he let in another deep intake of air. He reached down to bunch up her hair with a fist, looking down at her.
She allowed a small chuckle before she brought her tongue out to trace circles around the small hole on the mound. She stroked his thighs as she laved once at the hole, her tongue moving strong and slow. He shivered, "Yes…"
She smiled softly and moved on to suck and nip at the area. She moaned through her actions, growing excited and wet for him. She sucked the hole and moaned and his breathing grew labored, his fist clenching her hair harder. Then he breathed out huskily, "Get my strap-on."
She lifted her head with a corner of her mouth lifted high, "Of course."
She climbed off of him and went to his suitcase, rummaging through it until she found the item. She went back to the bed and got back on top of him, helping him to secure the strap-on. She looked down at him, his heaving chest and the false erection. Their eyes met fiercely. Kit unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way before slipping it off and tossing it aside. Then she removed her bra. Quentin stared at her breasts and she took his hand to bring it up to one. He cupped it, massaging. With a low groan he commanded, "Get on."
She removed the rest of her clothing and sidled her pelvis up to the rubber member. She teased herself up and down along the shaft with a moan, their eyes locked. Then she took his hand and brought it between her legs, allowing his fingers to glide along her opening. Her voice trembled, "That's how wet you make me, Quentin."
Quentin bit his lip and hummed, swiping his finger along it once more to let it sink in, "I wish I could feel it on me, like other men."
She took hold of the penile item and stroked it as though it were real, "I wish you had a real cock, but I make do."
He slid his hands down the sides of her body until he was clutching her hips, "You want to feel your brother inside you? My flesh inside yours? I want that too, but it's enough to see you moaning above me."
She bit her lip and nodded, bringing the tip of the dildo to her opening and prodding until she began to slowly lower herself onto it, "Yes… Mm, Quentin… I want your cock so, so deep inside me."
Quentin took a deep breath and clutched her hips more firmly, and when she fully lowered herself he gave a strong thrust of his own hips, "Yes… my cock is so deep inside you, Kit." He thrust sharply again, making her whimper.
She lifted herself and sat back down harshly, letting out a long groan, "I want to feel you pulsing inside me, Quentin."
He arched his back and squeezed her hips tighter, "Yes! Yes. I'm pulsing inside you. Only you can make me ache so much."
She moaned with a long whimper, beginning to move up and down with a languid rhythm, riding the faux member. She stroked his chest, her breath coming out heavy and her body trembling. "Right now, you feel me clenching around you, desperate for you," she whispered.
He shuddered, moving a hand up her back to pull her closer, their lips meeting. He thrust his hips upward sharply, one strong pump after another, fucking her. They kissed deeply, moaning into each others' mouths. Finally Kit broke the kiss to speak into his ear, "I'm soaking your cock." The statement excited him, making him pump harder, the dildo reaching deep. Kit cried out. "Oh god, yes, yes Quentin." She was left panting into his ear.
He fucked her desperately, hearing the sharp exclamations and wishing he could feel what he was doing to her. His sister that he loved so much. He lifted her so that he could take one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking it and teasing it with his tongue. She moaned so deeply it made his body vibrate. "God, Kit, if I could come I'd come so hard. I'd fill you up."
She brought herself down onto him with each thrust, growing closer, "Yes! Oh god, Yes." She panted, clenching her fingers in his hair as he fucked her even harder. Her body was shaking as she spoke urgently, "You're going to make me come, Quentin."
He held onto her, "Yes, come for me, baby sister. Come for me now." He reached down to massage her clit with a finger as he pumped into her and her body shook. She gasped and pulled on his hair, "I'm coming! I'm coming…" She convulsed and shuddered, her opening fluttering as she came. And it was a shame he couldn't feel it.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she rode out the orgasm, his hips still moving until he could feel it had passed. She held him back, burying her head into the crook of his neck and sighing. They breathed heavily together for a long moment, then Kit kissed him softly beside the ear, "I wish I could make you feel the way you make me feel…"
Quentin looked into her eyes, stroking her hair, "Just knowing you're satisfied satisfies me. It feels good. I couldn't ask for more."
She smiled, stroking his cheek, then she placed a kiss to his lips, "I love you."
He smiled in return, "I love you, too."