The Bride’s First Orgasm

An excerpt from The Bride's First Orgasm

"Alive?" Mary asked. "Alive!" And her eyes rolled back in her head. Noah leaped forward in case she fainted. Suddenly, her arms dropped; the telegram fell on the entry rug. Her head fell back and she collapsed straight down, but her brother was there to catch her under the arms.

The room brought into hubbub, but the broad-shouldered Noah hoisted Mary easily into his arms and held her like a child.

"Take your sister upstairs," his mother said. "Lay her in bed."

Noah took Mary's limp form up the stairs. He laid her on the bed and looked her over. So pretty. Such a sweet face. This was his chance, he knew. His sister would never know. And once her fiancé came home from the war, it would never matter.

He unbuttoned her dress, all the way down the front, and laid it open. She wore a full slip underneath it. Noah rolled Mary on her side and pulled her dress off completely. He folded it neatly and laid it on the dresser. Then he pulled up her slip.

The young man pushed his sister's slip up her body and wrestled it over her breasts. She had lovely, small breasts, still clad in a little white brassiere. That would come off too.

Noah pulled Mary's arms thru the arm holes of the slip and pulled it over her head. He tossed it over the folded dress casually. Then he turned her on her side again and unclasped the brassiere. He slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms thru them. He pulled the cups away from her perfect, pink breasts and marveled at them, round and ripe, with large, soft, red nipples and just a hint of freckles.

Mary stirred slightly and for a moment seemed about to awaken. But then she slumped to one side again, dead to the world. Noah reached for her panties.

Mary wore white cotton panties with a lacy design on the elastic waist band. Noah pulled it down over her hips, exposing a rough, red imprint of the elastic on her pink flesh. He tugged the panties down further and revealed her black, curly bush. Down further they came, and Noah pulled them over her knees and ankles, at last tossing them aside on the floor to leave his sister completely naked.

Her legs were slightly open, showing her pink slit beneath the pubic bush. Noah bent close and smelled it, a pungent odor like no other. He dragged his finger thru Mary's hairy mound, feeling its damp curls, up over her bare belly, around her navel, up to her big breasts. His finger traced around her nipples, stirring them—along with the chill air in the room—to erection. Up to her mouth he went, finally stroking his sister's full lips, leaving the faintest flavor of her own pussy on her lips, which her tongue might lick off when she awoke.

His cock was as stiff as a stone in his pants. He stroked it thru the fabric with his hand in his front pocket, feeling its full, straight length, his heavy scrotum. He unclasped his trousers and pulled down his zipper to pull it out. It was long and thick.

Mary lay senseless and naked below him. Yes. His sister would never know.