Sweet Satisfaction

He ground his cotton-covered erection into me. I tried to hold it in, I really did, but a porno like moan escaped. He pinned my wrists to the bed with fingers of steel as he undulated against me. Years of anger and sexual frustration had been pent up, and were now on the verge of release all at once. Allow me to sketch a brief overview to explain how I now find myself in this weirdly fulfilling situation.


In my final year of high school, I was still a virgin. I had managed a couple of covert fingerings and one very close call, but still hadn't lost my virginity. Not for lack of trying, let me assure you. No, due to the fact that all three of my best friends had beat me to it(glorifying their triumphs) coupled with my unrestricted viewing of Showtime: After Dark from youth, I had little scruples about losing my virginity in a meaningless fling and proceeding on to other meaningless flings. In fact, I had been eager to get on with the meaningless flings from the age of fourteen, when I truly became aware of the opposite sex. Why was I still a virgin then? Because my brothers, Sesshoumaru and InuYasha, are completely heinous.

Well I guess technically they’re not really my brothers. Thank God. We just claim that familial association because when we were really young my their father and his best friend went out on a nice leisurely Sunday fishing trip which turned deadly. Their father being their only living relative made them instant orphans and he left the boys in the care of my parents being that my dad was his best friend. It’s funny really, in a morbid sort of way, that two men who lived on a island for their entire lives and took a boat out regularly ended up drowning. So now it’s just me, my mom and my two brothers who watch my every move like hawks watching a particularly delectable carcass.

Whereas my mother couldn't care less if I started dating at thirteen or thirty, my hypocritical brothers seemed to think thirty was the ideal age for me to start dating. You know, if ever. Why do I call them hypocritical? Because I happen to know they lost their virginities at roughly the same at a Halloween party time in an orgy like fashion with two girls dressed as siamese cats their freshman year. I guess the fact that they are only nine months apart and people always make the mistake of thinking that they are twins made them think that they had to share such an auspicious occasion.

My brothers have always been good-looking and got onto the fast-track of muscular development at an early age; their good looks and gorgeous bodies, combined with their devious charm, guaranteed them both very active sex lives early on.Unfortunately for me, much as they enjoyed sex, they turned into complete Neanderthals at the thought of their baby sister having sex. More especially unfortunate for me, was the fact that I was only a year behind them and my middle school was conjoined to their high school: the same high school I ended up going to with them later on.

Also, the only extracurricular activity I took an interest in was archery my mother, breaking away from her usual activity of being the water under the bridge, insisted I go to the Arts facility where Sess and Yash studied kendo. My brothers' constant presence where ever I went afforded them the opportunity to not only stalk me and make sure I wasn't up to anything, but also to threaten any guy who seemed to show an interest in me.

Despite their being one year older than me, my problems were not lessened upon my senior year as Yash had dicked around too much in school and had to stay on an extra semester to earn credits. Having spent my junior year in anticipation of having the freedom to seduce at leisure anyone I wanted at school the next year, one can imagine I was sorely disappointed that summer to learn that Sess had decided to go into law and needed to go back for yet another term to upgrade. I had been entertaining fantasies of extravagant ways to lose my virginity. My favourites were walking in on the football team in the showers after practice, and getting myself a detention with my hot English teacher and banging his brains out. To have those dreams go up in smoke left me absolutely livid and twice as sexually frustrated as before.

I'd tried leaving archery to make time for a boyfriend on the sly, but Sess found out through mutual acquaintances at school mainly backstabbing friends of mine who sold me out for a chance with one brother or another and promptly put a stop to that through a combination of buddying up to my potential hymen-breakers and threatening to beat the shit out of them if they touched me. The last couple of months had been excessively frustrating, but even more frustrating was that I had three months more until Sess left for school for good and I had any chance of having a life.

The past two months had been almost non-stop arguing between Sess and me, with InuYasha occasionally teaming up with him against me. Yash had decided to take a year off and work before going to university, so that he and Sess could be first year together, the fake twin mentality at work once more, so he was still at home to vex me, too.

However, the worst of the arguments were the one-on-ones between just Sess and me, which had become increasingly frequent and increasingly physical. One of these arguments was largely why I was here now being pinned to my bed by my big brother, with my nightgown pushed up around my hips, as he ground his impressive hard-on into my crotch.

All my anger and sexual frustration had culminated into this moment and, suddenly, the hard cock pressing insistently between my legs was all that mattered. My clit throbbed and I obliged it by rubbing it hard against the instrument of its arousal. Not having worn panties to bed since I already wore copious amounts of fabric to bed, my wetness seeped out and quickly began soaking through the front of his pyjama bottoms.

My lips parted and I felt my cheeks flush. I had watched myself in the mirror many times while I first aroused and then brought myself to orgasm. I could feel my face take on the expression I wear when unbearably aroused. I felt compelled to move against him and looked up into his face, into the expression of a man giving in to a pleasure long denied him. That look of sweet satisfaction breaking only as he ground into me harder and harder with each stir of his hips. He released one wrist and cupped my face in his large, callused hand.

"You've been making me crazy, you know that?" He leaned down until his lips grazed my ear as he continued his velety voice rigid , "You don't even know how many times I nearly threw you down when you were prancing around in one of your nightgowns with no panties on. I wanted to slam you on the floor and spread your legs, lick you 'til you came, then fuck you senseless."

His words had increased the flow of blood to my channel and I felt almost feverish, but still he continued, torturing me with frustration as I had apparently been torturing him.

"Or when you wear those slutty little skirts that I'm always on your ass about 'cause they'll make guys think the wrong thing," he breathed hotly into my ear, "They sure as hell make me think the wrong thing." He punctuated this with a vicious buck of his hips, contrasted sharply by the soft, almost chaste, kiss he laid upon my lips.

My clit was throbbing so hard it seemed liable to explode and the inner walls of my cunt felt like molten lava was sliding down them. Through the haze of passion, one thing leapt out at me. "Since when?" I asked, though fairly sure I knew the answer.

Sess lowered his mouth to my ear and nipped all around it, sucking on my earlobe even, before answering me. "Nationals."
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AN: Thanks for reading.