Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

As she lathers soap over her body and his seed runs down her thighs, she continues to cry, remembering that awful night back in college, when she caused herself and her brother Paul to be cursed into damnation.

She had gone to a party with a guy she had been dating. Frustrated by his lack of progress with her sexually, he had bought a powerful sex drug from the campus pharmaceutical expert and slipped the aphrodisiac into her drink.

Paul was studying for a theology test or he’d have been at the party, too. Around midnight Sharon’s boyfriend called him.

“Man, I really fucked up, Paul!” the boyfriend said.

“Where’s Sharon?” Paul asked immediately, always protective of his sister.

“Man, I was just trying to loosen her up some, you know, melt her defenses a little.” Paul, found out later that he had used three times the recommended dosage of the sex powder.

“Where is Sharon?” Paul yelled into the phone.

“She’s out of control, man! She’s dancing naked in the middle of the common room with all these guys cheering her on.”

Paul ran the two blocks from the apartment he shared with his sister, to the frat house. Bursting through the door like a madman, he slammed the boyfriend against the wall, punched his face and kneed his groin, before pulling his naked sister from the room. Grabbing her dress on the way out, he didn’t bother looking for her bra, shoes or panties as he led her outside. They stopped beside the house so she could get dressed.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Her drug-induced sexual arousal made it difficult for him to get her dressed. He yelled, begged and bargained with her to put her dress on. Paul was out of his mind, looking at his naked sister. This was so wrong! He kept repeating scripture to himself as he tried to get her to put her dress on.

“He hath uncovered his sister’s nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity,” he whispered repeatedly as her perfect breasts brushed against him when he tried to get her dress over her head. “He hath uncovered his sister’s nakedness…” Sharon is not helping.

“I’m so hot, Paul,” Sharon pleads. “Don’t make me get dressed,” she whines, while running her hands over her breasts and tweaking her hard nipples. “I’m burning up inside” she slurs, while her hands glide over her hips and she thrusts her pussy towards him. “Please make the burning stop.”

“He hath uncovered his sister’s nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity,” Paul whispers as his cock stiffens, tenting the front of his sweatpants. Paul is aggravated, embarrassed and aroused, all at the same time. “You have to get dressed!” Paul insists. “You can’t walk home naked!” Sharon abruptly pulls away from him and runs a few feet away.

“Please!” she begs as she starts swaying her hips and running her hands seductively over her body. “You have to help me, Paul,” she pleads again. “Or let me go back inside,” she says defiantly. Paul takes in the forbidden sight of his naked sister, his eyes lingering on the light blonde triangle of pubic hair and he can’t control the reaction of his manhood.

“And if a man shall take his sister, and see her nakedness, it is a wicked thing; and they shall be cut off in the sight of their people: he hath uncovered his sister’s nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity. Leviticus 20:17,” he shouts at his sister. “Snap out of it Sharon!” he yells as he steps closer to her. “Snap out of it!” But there was no snapping her out of her drug-induced sexual arousal.

“Help me, Paul!” she pants as she throws her arms around his neck and presses her naked body against him. “I’ll get dressed if you promise to help me when we get home,” she whispers, while clawing his back and grinding her exposed pussy against the bulge in his pants.

Paul has always looked up to, and looked after, his older sister. He loves her like he loves no one else in the world. He doesn’t know what to do. Her skin is warm to the touch and her naked lustfulness is torturing him. He has to get her home.

“Okay,” he says, trying to peel her body away from his. “Now get dressed,” he says, tossing her dress to her.

“Promise?” she whispers, her breasts heaving as her breath comes in gasps. Her hard nipples are jutting out towards him as he answers. Even though he knows better, he can’t seem to avert his eyes.

“Yes, I promise,” he answers, not sure exactly what he’s promising, but just trying to get his sister dressed. In weak moments, Paul has had impure thoughts about his older sister, imagining her nakedness as he lies in bed at night. Now, here she is; standing before him, fully aroused and completely naked. His cock aches at the sight of her smooth skin in the moonlight.

Her breasts, the size of small melons, are capped with perfectly round half-dollar sized areolas and thick, taut nipples. He can’t take his eyes off of her as she steps back and slips the dress over her head. Without a bra, her hard nipples poke at the thin material of the sundress.

“Come on, then!” she grabs his hand and pulls him with her as she runs to their apartment. Inside the apartment, he closes the door and she turns towards him.

“You promised,” she reminds him, pulling her dress over her head and dropping it on the floor. Stepping towards him, she grabs the bottom of his shirt and tries to pull it over his head. Paul stops her, holding her wrists.

“You need to sleep this off,” Paul says, letting go of his sister’s arms and walking ahead of her towards her bedroom. Pulling the covers back he points to her bed. “Sleep this off and we’ll talk in the morning,” he says, afraid to look at the tempting sight of her mouthwatering body.

“Stay with me,” she whispers. “I’m still burning up. Hold me, please,” she begs as she lies down on the bed. Paul looks at his naked sister as she moves over to give him room to lie next to her.

“Just until you fall asleep,” he relents, lying on his back with his arms at his sides, afraid to look at her or get too close to her warm flesh.

“Paul, the burning itch is getting worse,” she says, wrapping herself around him. “It’s inside me and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt,” she says, draping her leg over his thigh and rubbing her naked pussy against his hip. “You promised to help me,” she pleads, clawing at his clothes as she humps his leg. Sharon can’t help her actions; her pussy is on fire and she has to quench it. She has no experience with this extreme wetness or the intense burning inside her aroused pussy.