Bounced By My Brother - S01 E21

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Bounced By My Brother - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

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NOTE TO THE READER:

THIS EPISODE CONTAINS LOVE SCENES WHICH SOME READERS MAY FIND TOO DESCRIPTIVE OR ELABORATIVE.

READ WITH DISCRETION.

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Sexual Fantasies And Realities

{ Sarah’s POV}

After the dance and jives, we had a lot of beer and vodka. I realized Martin was feeling tired. He told me he felt dizzy.”Sarah, let’s go home, it’s late, he said.

I looked at him curiously and said, “You mean your new place?”

I had vowed never to set my feet in his house again but he was telling me to go home with him and I seemed to have any problem with that. It’s funny what People can say when they are angry, only to regret them later. I honestly regretted that vow.

He nodded.

“I hope you are not preparing me for another bounce.” I asked.

“Yes, I am,” he said jokingly.

“You are drunk,” I cautioned.

“Yea, you too,” he said.

We moved towards his Land Rover. I prayed we don’t find ourselves in a ditch while driving. He drove the car for about fifteen minutes before reaching his house. He opened the thick Oak door, polished in black paint. At the side of the door was a video Surveillance door bell and a palm scanner. He placed his full palm on the scanner and an inscription was displaced on the LED board on top of the door, “Access Granted.”

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I didn’t want to imagine the ‘access granted scenario’ again but it crept into my mind anyway and the effect was the high sensation tingling in my abdominal region. The bed came to sight. My body was drenched in sweat, the result of excessive dancing at the night club. He began nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses, it was more assuring than ever. Soon I was plain, like the day I was born. With a broad smile, he carried me towards the bed and made me fall on the latex foam mattress with a bounce. He gazed at my ‘natural endowment’ with amusement. His breathing quickened as did mine.

Our breaths mingled. Then his arms encircled mine as if he was trying to protect a delicate treasure. Our bodies synchronised like they were designed for each other. We fall into each other, and feel the natural rhythm, locking our eyes onto ourselves for just a moment to assess our level of sincerity. It was enough for us to feel safe with each other’s composure. He started caressing me from my bosom downward and his hands settled on my legs.

I felt my body pulsated, highly aware of the destination of his hands. I pushed my head back against the pillow as a low moan involuntarily escaped my lips when his hands finally reached their targeted destination, around the orifice of my core.

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I really loved Martin. I was sure he could see it right through my eyes. Our souls mingled in the quiet moments between action and stillness. He gave me a heavy petting and then tucked his hands quickly behind my back and pulled me towards himself. He looked at me and asked a wordless question. I nodded, granting him access. His first ‘move’ was abruptly stopped though he was slow and gentle. The sudden halt caused a rippling wave of pain in me, and I cried and shouted in pain. “Oh, my God, are you a ………?” he asked.

“Yes I am,” I said, with shyness written all over my face, though my eyes were still locked on his.

Our thighs interlocked, giving him no other option than to invade my ‘untouched territory’ for the first time. After much efforts and difficulty, something snapped in me and I screamed in pain. The result was a stream of blood spilling on the stainless white bed. The t----t made our bodies contract and relax simultaneously in spasm. We moaned loudly with joy when he dived deeper and deeper into the fleshy folds of my inner core.

At that point, his sense heightened, as if a gigantic magnetic field was put between us. He moved up and down within the parameters of my chamber of pleasure

amidst my shouts of joy. It felt so good. It felt like everlasting happiness. After much work, he eventually retreated from my vortex of pleasure. The temporary pause seemed to reinvigorate him and it began all over again. It was an all -night long circles of ecstasies. Finally, we both laid panting heavily on the bed out of exhaustion. Goodness is not everlasting. He took my hand and wrapped it around his.

“Martin, “Promise me you’ll never leave me.” I said

“I will try.” He said.

“That’s not convincing enough,” said I.

Our love will grow with time. Let’s not rush and be saying words we may not be able to keep in future.”

I said, “it’s true” and thank for your sincerity.”

“Welcome.” He said.

We both laid on the bed in the quiet, just enjoying the dead silence of the moment that had just witnessed the secret scene. My virgin blood stained the white bed sheet. It is done.

There is nothing more satisfying than fulfilling the desires of our heart and soul. But Our heart can be deceptive. It often follows frivolous fantasies than cogent reasoning. Since fantasies are not real, it stands to think that our hearts often followed unrealistic expectations. Though I seemed to be the initiator of all the romantic moves, I cannot take away the hidden fact that Martin loved me inwardly but was Only trying to be holy.

That night was special. We all seemed to be in one mind and have one purpose, at least for the moment, the mind of being in love with each other and seeking the fulfilment of the body emotionally, psychological and physically. But there was one diversion; In my mind, Persistence paid, in Martin’s mind, I believe it’s about making amends for hurting me in time past. As the clock ticked, it ticked towards a bigger revelation where fantasies were tested.

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The next day, I woke up in Martin’s residence. We both laid on the bed staring at each other. Martin said, “I have a dream yesterday that you were making love to me after we came back home from the discotheque. I looked surprised and said,

“I HAVE THE SAME DREAM!!!”

The two of us really looked surprised. I said, it’s too real to be a mere dream, I could feel within myself that it is NOT A dream. ”

“It’s a dream,” Martin reemphasized. Then I lifted the bedspread in order to assess the situation. There was no blood stain on the bed or fluid. I was still in my previous night’s clothes just like Martin. Realisation hit me . We were drunk from the discotheque, came back home and slept. While sleeping, we all had a romantic dream that we were making love to each other. I was disappointed and shouted, “I THOUGHT IT WAS REAL!!!”

“It will become real AFTER our wedding, “Martin said.

“Well, that’s the ideal thing to do but the reality is I can’t wait until wedding ,” I said.

“Hmm, errrrr, if you can wait up to this time, You can wait till the wedding. Our wedding time is shorter than all the pains, trauma, disappointment and the near-death experience you passed through, Martin said.

I was quiet but I would have wished the erotic dream I had had last night was real but my brother was right again. Why rush to eat what will soon become mine forever?”

I couldn’t help but cast my mind back to the first time I met Martin. The sequence of events played back into her mind like a drama.

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Sex is an emotion in motion

– Mae West. ****