Alex , Olivia Pt. 04

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Author’s note: This chapter is a bit different. It’s written from the first person perspective of Olivia, and it’s just a quickie. Alex wasn’t around to contribute, so I’m telling it my way!

Morning sex was one of the regular highlights of our time together.

Alex always woke up before I did. Always. His alarm clock was set for six, and he had no problem rolling out of bed and getting on with the day.

I’m the opposite. We might be twins, but I am a die hard night owl. Let me sleep until ten, and don’t talk to me until I’ve showered and had a cup of coffee.

Never the less I had to get up early for work. I had the opening shift that summer, and my supervisor was the kind of guy who loved riding my ass (figuratively) for being late … and thankfully this story isn’t about him.

It didn’t take too long to connect the dots between our abilities and desires, and I designated Alex as my alarm clock, with the only rule being I absolutely had to be out of bed by 6:15.

The first morning he did what any brother would do: crept up to my bed, grabbed on to my comforter, and whipped it off, scaring the shit out of me.

I bit off a shriek and cursed him out as quietly as I could, given that our parents slept in the room above us. He just stood there naked and laughing.

“That is not what I was hoping for, shit head.” I muttered and swung myself out of bed, heart pounding, amped up from the adrenaline dump.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

He grinned sheepishly.

I left him standing there with his erection and got on with my morning, grumpy as hell and determined to not give him any further satisfaction. And I didn’t. I got home from work, spent my evening blowing off his advances, and buried my nose in a book.

That night, back in my bed, I told him to try again in the morning.

“Be nice,” I said quietly. “That’s rule number two. If you’re nice to me, I’ll be nice to you.”

“Fine,” alanya escort he said with a sigh.

I lay awake, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, horny as ever and taking matters into my own hands. I listened to him masturbate while I fingered myself. He came quickly, and fell asleep before I finished rubbing out a little orgasm of my own.

I curled up in my blanket, warm and cozy, and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to Alex’s hand gently shaking my thigh through the comforter.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he whispered.

“Nnngggghhh,” I groaned and pulled the blanket up over my head.

“Olivia, it’s time to get up.”

“NNNGGGGHHH.” I burrowed deeper under the blanket and curled into a ball.

He laughed. “Don’t make me come in there.”

“Hmph.” It was warm and delightful and dark and I was entirely of the opinion that there was no valid reason for me to come out.

So he climbed into my bed, wormed his way under my covers, and wrapped his arms around me.

Alex gave me a big brotherly bear hug, his erection shamelessly pressing into my back.

I wiggled against him and sighed. “That’s nice.” I groped about to confirm my suspicions. He was completely naked, his skin still warm from sleep.

I pulled the covers down and stretched out, arms raised, toes pointed, legs quivering as I took a deep breath.

“That is so damn sexy,” he whispered appreciatively.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the morning fog. After getting my bearings I rolled over to face him and gave him an appreciative look. His hair was tousled and he still had wrinkles from his pillow pressed into his cheek.

He waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

“If you want to play,” I said with a sly smile, “you have to get me out of my pajamas.”

Alex moved fast. He sat up and his motivation was obvious to see. I watched his cock bob around as he pulled alanya escort bayan the blanket away and started to deal with the oversized t-shirt I wore to bed.

I didn’t help him at all.

“You’re going to make me work for it, hmm?”

I nodded enthusiastically and lay limp like a rag doll.

He struggled trying to reposition and roll me around. After a minute of wrestling he had the shirt pulled up around my arms and head, then gave up.

“If you’re not going to help, you’re just going to be stuck like that.”

Friends, I have to admit it was a big turn on to make him work for it, and then to end up with my arms stuck over my head and my inside-out t-shirt covering my face? Mmph. Very arousing.

I laughed and shook my shoulders, hoping my jiggling boobs would give him a little encouragement.

“Fine,” he said. “Have it your way.”

He shifted on the bed and he started tugging my panties off. I clamped my legs together to make it more frustrating for him.

“You … are … such … a … pain … in … the … ass,” he grunted.

I snickered and fought him every inch of the way, and by the time he had my panties off I was soaking wet.

I relaxed, spread my knees, and wiggled my hips in what I hoped was an alluring fashion. I could hear him breathing hard while I waited for what came next.

After a few moments I cleared my throat and wiggled again.

“… hello?”

“Oh, I’m just enjoying the view,” he chuckled. “Don’t mind me.”

I relaxed and did a couple of kegels to see if he’d notice.

“Whoa, that’s cool. Do it again.”

I did.

I waited. My arms were started to feel a little tired, tangled in my shirt and posed in an awkward position.

I squirmed, restless and horny.

“… well?”

“I’m trying to decide what to do next,” he said a little sheepishly.

“Fuck me, dumb ass.” I bucked escort alanya my hips for emphasis.

He laughed, and I heard him tearing open a condom wrapper while humming happily to himself.

He climbed on top of me, and after a few seconds of fumbling around I felt his cock ease into me.

I sighed happily and rolled my hips, angling to get him deeper. He started thrusting — slowly at first, then more eagerly. I pushed my hands up against my headboard and rocked my hips with him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered with an edge of urgency.

“Mmmmmhmmm,” was all I could muster. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, enjoying the weight of his body on me, his cock inside of me, the pleasant rhythm of my breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts.

I savored it. I knew I wasn’t going to cum this way, but it was so damn nice.

He accelerated. I angled my hips and planted my feet, enjoying the thrill of the head of his cock flicking over my cervix again and again. I groaned.

“Oh god,” he grunted, his body stiffening, his thrusts more frantic.

“Cum in me,” I whispered, “cum in your sister.”

And he did.

He muffled his groans the best he could and emptied into me, bearing down as he shuddered with pleasure.

I arched my back, pressing up into him, and sighed happily.

“You’re a really wonderful alarm clock,” I whispered.

He relaxed, collapsing on top of me. I finished peeling off my shirt, and dropped it on the floor beside us. Alex lay his head next to me and sighed happily. I gave him a big hug and rubbed his back.

His erection faded, and he sat up, looking at me with glassy eyes and a dreamy smile.

“What can I do for you, sis?”

He peeled off the condom, and looked down at my breasts, then further down to my swollen labia.

My fingers went to my crotch and I played with my wetness for a moment, watching him watch me.

“I gotta get cleaned up and ready for work,” I sighed. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of myself with the shower head. Think about that next time you shower.”

I grinned and hoisted myself into a sitting position, cross-legged on my bed.

“Let’s do this again tomorrow. I promise I’ll be more cooperative.”

He laughed. “You bet.”

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