Story Notes:
Alright, it's been awhile since I posted anything but I hope this'll make up for it. Enjoy everyone ^^
Chapter 1
The entire house was peacefully quiet. Not a squeak or step, not a whisper or noise at all, save for the gentle breeze wafting through. It was typically like that when it was just mom and me here. She would typically be doing housework and I'd be reading. It was abit boring yes, but in all honesty, compared to the usual 'excitement' there, boring was amazingly nice.
My room was decently sized. Enough room to move around with ease but also enough to add a few things to it if I really wanted. My bed was a queen sized, covered with a very pale blue blanket with white sheets and white pillows. A tiny wooden dresser stood next to it, the lamp and other random trinkets set there. A bookcase was propped up on the wall opposite wall, lined with rows of random little novels I had collected over time, mainly silly little romance or mystery novels. The room's coloring was rather bland. Each of the walls were a dark grey-brown color, along with the ceiling. The floor was covered with dark brown wood as well. Personally I loved how it looked, gave it a cave like sort of feel.
I softly closed the book in my hands and meticulously rested it on the small brown dresser next to me. My body relaxed into the wonderfully soft bed as a soft sigh left my lips. Let's get formalities out of the way. My name is Rosalie, Rosie for short. I'm a young woman who stands at rather small 4 foot 11. What makes me a bit unique is what my species is. My body is a hybrid of a typhlosion and human. All the markings and characteristics of a typhlosion, but the specific body shape of a human, save for the head. My fur however eliminated the need for clothes.
My mom is an amazing woman. She gave birth to me over 19 years ago then. After she left her first husband, a typhlosion, she married again 3 years later; oddly enough, it was another typhlosion. We've been here ever since. He's a very nice man, a bit hard-headed at times, but overall very nice. He has a son as well, my brother Joule.
Initially, he utterly hated me. My mom or dad would have to pull him away from me whenever he started bullying me. He was ruthless in all honesty, taking every shot he could. Despite every punishment he was given and every apology he was forced to say he just didn't relent. It wasn't until one very important day that he quit.
I was out in the woods one morning, trying to find a special kind of berry. The sun was shining almost painfully bright, the trees doing very little to quell it. Completely engulfed in my task, I was nearly startled out of my fur when a hand grabbed my shoulder. Turning, I expected to see my brother there. Instead was a young man who I had never seen before. He told me that I better follow him or he'd kill me.
Before any sort of protests could leave my lips, my brother was there, screaming. "Let my sister go, you big creep!" It was the first time he ever referred to me as his sister. He tried fighting him, despite the fact he was even younger than I was, 12 at the time. By this point, screams were echoing all around in the forest. Thankfully our father heard them and chased the man off. My brother had a broken arm and leg from the ordeal.
And nearly every minute of that night I was at his bedside. He was surprised when he awoke and saw me there. "I coulda swore you hated me..." He said sadly. But I shook my head, because he was my brother and he just saved my life. He was family. We talked almost all night, he told me about his last family, how his last sister had died from an illness, as did his mother. He didn't want to get attached to me, because he didn't want to go through that again.
So he and I made a promise. We'd always be there for each other, no matter how tough it got. Though, the older we got the more that little hormonal part of his body made him get into fights with our dad. But every time he'd always come to my room afterwards and talk to me. And every time, I would console him, and often he'd stay the night in my room.
Both our mom and our dad were very surprised at how close we had gotten. And although sometimes it was abit odd at our age to sleep over in the others room, they never really had a problem with it. My dad raised an eyebrow once or twice, but he never really said anything about it. Mom loved the fact we were so close, actually encouraging it as often as possible.
As Joule grew, I also started to notice how he looked and how he was around girls. He certainly was a ladies' man. At a surprisingly tall 6 foot 3, Joule always towered over me rather protectively as a young brother. His hair was long, a sleek black that went to his shoulders that was an oddly fitting color to his light brown eyes. His facial features were sharp and stood out nicely within his features. He had a rather slender frame but it wasn't exactly noticeable unless you stared.
Then, just as I was getting comfortable, that oh-so-familiar door slam resounded through the house. Bolting upright I moved to the door and cracked it to see my brother walking behind my father, who looked utterly furious. A loud audible gulp left my throat. Dad's never been that angry before, I thought quietly to myself before he turned on my brother and actually snarled.
"What the hell were you thinking boy!?" His livid gaze centered on my brother.
"I don't know, I wasn't thinking." My brother replied in a tone that made him seem as if he really didn't care.
"Start thinking with your head boy, you could have gone to jail! Do you really want that on your record!?" He marched up to Joules face and was shouting at this point.
"No, I don't." That actually sounded abit sincere, but his voice held no real remorse.
"Then why did you do it!?" Every syllable that my brother spoke only seemed to anger him more.
"I told you, I don't know. I just sorta did it. I'm sorry." What happened completely shocked me. A loud smack resounded clear as father actually punched him. Our father was NEVER violent, I never saw him hurt anything before, and he had just hit his own son! But Joule didn't react. He simply moved away from our father and headed, unsurprisingly, to my room.
Moving away from the door, I sat myself down on my bed and watched my brother come in and nearly slam the door. Like usual, he moved and sat down next to me and went absolutely quiet. And instantly I moved the hair away from his cheek so I could inspect where father punched him. "Joule, are you okay?"
He looked at me for a long moment, unfallen tears welling up in his eyes. "Dad punched me..." He whispered in disbelief. "No...I'm not okay Rosie..." It ignited my own sadness as I moved to pull him into my arms.
"Shhh, he's just upset, he'll feel bad and apologize later...You know how dad is." My right hand softly pet the back of his head as I held him. It took him a few minutes to calm down, his shaky breathing eventually calmed into a regular pace and the tears he didn't want me to see roll down his face stopped hitting my back.
"Thanks Rosie...it means...a lot...." He whispered delicately as he pulled away. A small smile curved my lips at those words. It pleased me that I could have this affect on him. But now, I had a question on my mind.
"So...what did you do that got dad riled up so badly?" For dad to actually do something so harsh, it had to have been bad.
A smirk started at the corner of his lips. "Close your eyes. You'll find out." Curious, and trusting him, I did so. A light 'tink' came from in front of me for a few moments before I could feel his warm breath on my cheek and his hands behind my neck. He put something around there and pulled away. "Well, go ahead and look."
Opening my eyes and looking down, my gaze fixed on a beautiful silver necklace, the main part of which rested tenderly on my bosom. Blinking, I stared up at him in confusion. Before any questions left my lips, he spoke. "I went to the store, and noticed they had that necklace you pointed out to me once. You told me how beautiful it looked, and you've done so much for me...yet I haven't done much at all for you."
It started to sink in. Did he...? He started again after a short pause "So I took it, put it around my neck, fastened it and managed to sneak out with it. However, dad saw me...he was at the store." We sat there in silence. Why did he do that for me? It was so stupid and silly of him...and it warmed my heart. "But..." He cupped his cheek in his palm, that sad look back on his face. "He...hit me, he actually hit me..."
Nothing made sense at that moment; my hands reached out and held his face softly. And without a thought or moment of hesitation, my lips were pushed against his. He went rigid for a long moment, before kindly relaxing and very tenderly kissing back. My lips softly teased his, gently massaging the soft flesh. And his taste...he tasted like home...
But it seemed sense clicked into his head. "Rosalie..." He went quiet for a long few minutes as he pulled away from me. "We shouldn't have done that..." His eyes avoided mine as they gazed off randomly to his right. A mixture of anger, confusion, frustration and sadness marred his features. My mind went blank, unsure of what I just did and caused.
"I...I'll be in my room Rosie...see ya." Getting up, he hesitated but glanced at me before turning away. His cheeks burned a bright red before he walked out and closed the door gently. It took me a few more minutes before it sunk in, and my own face flushed. Oh god, what did I just do? My mind screamed at me. What in the world possessed me to do that? Why did I like it so much!?
Joule was my brother, it was so wrong what I just did then. But it was so nice... was my minds reply. He's family! So? He's a damn good kisser. Besides, you know he's cute. And after what he did for you, don't you feel like you owe him something? A kiss was nice, sure, but think about what ELSE you could do with him.
Surprisingly, it was possible for my face to grow redder and burn. My mind was trying to think what was wrong with me. He was my brother; I cared about him more than anymore but not THAT way! But...at the same time, seeing dad hit him like that triggered something. It made me want to reach out and do every to make him happy.
Girl, you said it yourself; you care about him more than anyone. And he's not actually blood related either. So anything you two do wouldn't be that horrible. He's the sweetest person you know and he is really upset over how dad reacted. Maybe you should go and cheer him up? My eyes shut as I seriously considered the idea.
Joule really did mean a lot to me, more than anyone else. After that night, we spent almost all of our time with each other. We'd find fun in the silliest things, the simplest things; like chasing after stray little bidoof and rattata. Or simply sitting on the top of the house and watching the sunset. Even just staring up at the sky and looking at the stars and moon, talking until we fell asleep.
And despite what he said, Joule did do a lot for me. Aside from the fact he saved me when I was younger, he did things that really meant a lot. Small things like opening doors for me were so adorable of him. But there were times when he just went out of his way for me. When I was in middle school and a boy named Tommy came to me and started teasing and insulting me about how close me and my brother were, Joule came right up to him and hit him square in the jaw.
All I want is for him to smile, to be happy. Without hesitating I moved to my door and passed through it. My brothers room was right across from mine, separated by the living room. My dad was laying on the couch looking angry and rather guilty while mom lightly pet his head. They were talking too quietly for me to hear and they didn't notice me so I continued on.
My steps guided me to his door as I hesitated for one moment. Was this REALLY okay? But the question went ignored by my body as I softly moved into his room and shut the door behind me. He seemed confused by the fact I was in his room, and I noticed the fact his eyes were red from tears. "Rosie?" He asked quietly as my steps guided me to his bed.
My hand lightly pushed him down and against the bed as my lips harshly connected against his in a passionate kiss. His body tensed up with it but subsided as he relaxed into the kiss. But it surprised me when he rolled me over and went from the one being kissed to the kisser. His tongue slid into my awaiting mouth, kindly exploring me. His tongue slid around playfully before starting to wrestle with mine as I softly tried to suckle on his.
My right hand moved from his shoulder to softly start rubbing at his groin. A noticeable shiver washed over him but he closed his eyes and whispered "Not here Rosie..." He passed a noticeable glance to the door, knowing that our parents would hear if we did that in the house. We got up and moved through the little passage we made to climb up to the roof at night when we were kids.
As soon as we were outside my lips reconnected to his and moved us to the large bushes near our house where we could have this time together privately and away from prying eyes. It was a small enclosed little area with just flat ground and grass. He let out a soft moan of pleasure as our tongues danced together. A blush crept over my face as his hands softly moved to caress and hold my breasts in his hands gently.
I gasped aloud at the feeling of his playfulness. His right hand focused on very tenderly massaging the breast while his left toyed with my left tit. Shivers ran down my spine as my arousal rose, my core feeling hot and heavy. My eyes closed as my head leaned back, enjoying the attention. He gave my nipple a few pinches as he continued to grope my other breast, swirling it around under his hand.
My eyes flew open however as I felt his right hand move away and be replaced with his mouth. A loud moan escaped my throat as his warm wet tongue softly started licking my now exposed and hardening light pink nipple. My breathing grew more labored with every pinch and lick, my lower lips beginning to moisten from all the fun he was causing with my chest.
My entire face was red then. Told you that you'd enjoy this. My back arched slightly as he softly began to start suckling intently on the pink flesh he held in his mouth. A soft cry of pleasure made its way out of my mouth. All I could focus on was the way his hot breathe teased the flesh there, the way it felt when he pressed his soft lips and warm tongue against my nipple.
My head rested on top of him as a loud murr rumbled in my throat between my moans. He didn't relent at all with the treatment, only adding more and more to his technique. But I still didn't see what he was going to do next, as his free right hand moved to softly cup my womanhood in his palm. A loud moan left its way from my lips as he curiously rubbed it. I felt so hot down there, and wet, and I knew my juices were being left on his hand.
My cherry had been popped long ago, by a typhlosion boy I knew. In all honesty, I didn't even like him but I was young and I let my hormones get the best of me. Joule already knew about that, so he wasn't going to have to worry about being gentle too much. And with every passing second, I only desired him to take off his pants and claim me.
But he wasn't going to stop at simple rubbing. He slid his index finger as far as it would go into me. My eyes shut tight as my maw hung open, my hot breath escaping in cloudy bursts. Beads of sweat were already beginning to appear on our skin. His exploring finger gingerly started squirming around inside me, feeling my wet, squishy, hot walls. He slowly started fingering me there, slowly sliding his digit in and out of me.
My toes curled as I gripped onto his shirt with my paws. A whimper of pleasure escaped as he began to softly tease my clit with short, tiny little strokes as he slid another finger into me. Unable to stand the attention any longer, a loud cry rang out as my climax seized me. My juices splattered over the ground and his hand as I rode out the intensity of the orgasm.
Both his and my breathing was heavy as I moved off of him. My lust-veiled eyes stared back at him with a smile curving across my lips. He glanced down at his hand and slowly started to taste my fluid. Glad he enjoys it so much. But I hadn't quite given him his pleasure yet. Moving forward a tad, I got on my knees and spread my legs slowly, putting my hands on the ground and propping myself up.
Joules eyes immediately went wide as he stared at my position. Uncertainty swept across his features, but he couldn't hide that glimmer of curiosity either. Pushing himself off from the ground he removed his shirt to reveal a nice smooth chest and stomach. Biting my lip, I anxiously watched him fiddle with his pants before slowly pulling them off.
A low appreciative hum rumbled in my throat as his visible erection fought against the restricting boxers. I once caught him pleasuring himself so the size wasn't too big a surprise. But it was definitely something nice to see. He gingerly pulled that last bit of cloth away under my looming gaze to reveal all 7 inches of that delicious member. He was thick too, rather shapely. Slowly licking my lips, I watched him approach me and grab my hips.
Shivers ran over me as I could feel his chest resting against my back, our bodies pressed together as his hands moved to grasp my breasts. Closing my eyes, I could feel him gently hold and caress them right before his member cautiously prodded at my flower. Murring my approval, I urged him on, playfully pushing back. Taking the hint, he had one last moment of hesitation before pushing all of those inches inside my tight hole.
My fingers dug into the ground as both of us moaned in pleasure. He filled me to the core, my walls tightening around the intruder but slowly relaxing as he rested there. His gentle hands made circles with my breasts, playing and toying with them which only added to the immense pleasure. My eyes squeezed shut as I felt him ever so slowly slide out before trusting back in, his sac landing torturously against my clit.
My mouth hung open again as drool slowly dripped out of my mouth. We were covered in sweat, giving his skin a sleek shine as he stared at me. He closed his eyes as he slowly started a slow rhythm. Each thrust sent a small wave of my fluids to the ground, also covering his thighs and groin. Every time he buried himself deep inside me my soft, fleshy walls started gripping and massaging the appendage.
His hands started getting more playful and adventurous. His right hand tweaked and pinched my nipple lightly, my toes curling with every motion. His teeth softly nibbled my ears as his left hand lightly prodded my tailhole with his thumb. Our moans grew louder and louder as the time passed; the sounds of sex the only ones audible.
His thrusts grew faster as did the frequencies of our cries. Juices trickled down my legs and his, as my pleasure grew more and more intense. And by the sounds of what I could hear, I could tell his was too. My walls clenched tightly around his rock hard cock, wanting to milk him for all he was more. And by the gasp, it seemed it was working.
He couldn't seem to take it anymore. Speeding up his thrusts one more time, his sac thwacking now against my clit; he cried out in bliss one final time before he filled me with his warm seed. White globs of cum shot inside my, filling me with his cream, and it was enough to bring me over the edge. Digging my fingers into the earth I moaned as my climax hit me, my juices squirting out and covering me and my brother.
Panting heavily, we fell to the ground, exhausted. My eyes closed as I rested there, feeling full and sated. But a small smile curved my lips as I felt Joules arms wrap around me. He leaned in and softly whispered in my ear "Thank you Rosie." I merely placed a hand on his arm as we laid there in silence.
What I didn't know, is that from this time with him, I would be blessed with a beautiful boy growing inside me. A child that was mine and Joules, one that would mean the world to me.
My room was decently sized. Enough room to move around with ease but also enough to add a few things to it if I really wanted. My bed was a queen sized, covered with a very pale blue blanket with white sheets and white pillows. A tiny wooden dresser stood next to it, the lamp and other random trinkets set there. A bookcase was propped up on the wall opposite wall, lined with rows of random little novels I had collected over time, mainly silly little romance or mystery novels. The room's coloring was rather bland. Each of the walls were a dark grey-brown color, along with the ceiling. The floor was covered with dark brown wood as well. Personally I loved how it looked, gave it a cave like sort of feel.
I softly closed the book in my hands and meticulously rested it on the small brown dresser next to me. My body relaxed into the wonderfully soft bed as a soft sigh left my lips. Let's get formalities out of the way. My name is Rosalie, Rosie for short. I'm a young woman who stands at rather small 4 foot 11. What makes me a bit unique is what my species is. My body is a hybrid of a typhlosion and human. All the markings and characteristics of a typhlosion, but the specific body shape of a human, save for the head. My fur however eliminated the need for clothes.
My mom is an amazing woman. She gave birth to me over 19 years ago then. After she left her first husband, a typhlosion, she married again 3 years later; oddly enough, it was another typhlosion. We've been here ever since. He's a very nice man, a bit hard-headed at times, but overall very nice. He has a son as well, my brother Joule.
Initially, he utterly hated me. My mom or dad would have to pull him away from me whenever he started bullying me. He was ruthless in all honesty, taking every shot he could. Despite every punishment he was given and every apology he was forced to say he just didn't relent. It wasn't until one very important day that he quit.
I was out in the woods one morning, trying to find a special kind of berry. The sun was shining almost painfully bright, the trees doing very little to quell it. Completely engulfed in my task, I was nearly startled out of my fur when a hand grabbed my shoulder. Turning, I expected to see my brother there. Instead was a young man who I had never seen before. He told me that I better follow him or he'd kill me.
Before any sort of protests could leave my lips, my brother was there, screaming. "Let my sister go, you big creep!" It was the first time he ever referred to me as his sister. He tried fighting him, despite the fact he was even younger than I was, 12 at the time. By this point, screams were echoing all around in the forest. Thankfully our father heard them and chased the man off. My brother had a broken arm and leg from the ordeal.
And nearly every minute of that night I was at his bedside. He was surprised when he awoke and saw me there. "I coulda swore you hated me..." He said sadly. But I shook my head, because he was my brother and he just saved my life. He was family. We talked almost all night, he told me about his last family, how his last sister had died from an illness, as did his mother. He didn't want to get attached to me, because he didn't want to go through that again.
So he and I made a promise. We'd always be there for each other, no matter how tough it got. Though, the older we got the more that little hormonal part of his body made him get into fights with our dad. But every time he'd always come to my room afterwards and talk to me. And every time, I would console him, and often he'd stay the night in my room.
Both our mom and our dad were very surprised at how close we had gotten. And although sometimes it was abit odd at our age to sleep over in the others room, they never really had a problem with it. My dad raised an eyebrow once or twice, but he never really said anything about it. Mom loved the fact we were so close, actually encouraging it as often as possible.
As Joule grew, I also started to notice how he looked and how he was around girls. He certainly was a ladies' man. At a surprisingly tall 6 foot 3, Joule always towered over me rather protectively as a young brother. His hair was long, a sleek black that went to his shoulders that was an oddly fitting color to his light brown eyes. His facial features were sharp and stood out nicely within his features. He had a rather slender frame but it wasn't exactly noticeable unless you stared.
Then, just as I was getting comfortable, that oh-so-familiar door slam resounded through the house. Bolting upright I moved to the door and cracked it to see my brother walking behind my father, who looked utterly furious. A loud audible gulp left my throat. Dad's never been that angry before, I thought quietly to myself before he turned on my brother and actually snarled.
"What the hell were you thinking boy!?" His livid gaze centered on my brother.
"I don't know, I wasn't thinking." My brother replied in a tone that made him seem as if he really didn't care.
"Start thinking with your head boy, you could have gone to jail! Do you really want that on your record!?" He marched up to Joules face and was shouting at this point.
"No, I don't." That actually sounded abit sincere, but his voice held no real remorse.
"Then why did you do it!?" Every syllable that my brother spoke only seemed to anger him more.
"I told you, I don't know. I just sorta did it. I'm sorry." What happened completely shocked me. A loud smack resounded clear as father actually punched him. Our father was NEVER violent, I never saw him hurt anything before, and he had just hit his own son! But Joule didn't react. He simply moved away from our father and headed, unsurprisingly, to my room.
Moving away from the door, I sat myself down on my bed and watched my brother come in and nearly slam the door. Like usual, he moved and sat down next to me and went absolutely quiet. And instantly I moved the hair away from his cheek so I could inspect where father punched him. "Joule, are you okay?"
He looked at me for a long moment, unfallen tears welling up in his eyes. "Dad punched me..." He whispered in disbelief. "No...I'm not okay Rosie..." It ignited my own sadness as I moved to pull him into my arms.
"Shhh, he's just upset, he'll feel bad and apologize later...You know how dad is." My right hand softly pet the back of his head as I held him. It took him a few minutes to calm down, his shaky breathing eventually calmed into a regular pace and the tears he didn't want me to see roll down his face stopped hitting my back.
"Thanks Rosie...it means...a lot...." He whispered delicately as he pulled away. A small smile curved my lips at those words. It pleased me that I could have this affect on him. But now, I had a question on my mind.
"So...what did you do that got dad riled up so badly?" For dad to actually do something so harsh, it had to have been bad.
A smirk started at the corner of his lips. "Close your eyes. You'll find out." Curious, and trusting him, I did so. A light 'tink' came from in front of me for a few moments before I could feel his warm breath on my cheek and his hands behind my neck. He put something around there and pulled away. "Well, go ahead and look."
Opening my eyes and looking down, my gaze fixed on a beautiful silver necklace, the main part of which rested tenderly on my bosom. Blinking, I stared up at him in confusion. Before any questions left my lips, he spoke. "I went to the store, and noticed they had that necklace you pointed out to me once. You told me how beautiful it looked, and you've done so much for me...yet I haven't done much at all for you."
It started to sink in. Did he...? He started again after a short pause "So I took it, put it around my neck, fastened it and managed to sneak out with it. However, dad saw me...he was at the store." We sat there in silence. Why did he do that for me? It was so stupid and silly of him...and it warmed my heart. "But..." He cupped his cheek in his palm, that sad look back on his face. "He...hit me, he actually hit me..."
Nothing made sense at that moment; my hands reached out and held his face softly. And without a thought or moment of hesitation, my lips were pushed against his. He went rigid for a long moment, before kindly relaxing and very tenderly kissing back. My lips softly teased his, gently massaging the soft flesh. And his taste...he tasted like home...
But it seemed sense clicked into his head. "Rosalie..." He went quiet for a long few minutes as he pulled away from me. "We shouldn't have done that..." His eyes avoided mine as they gazed off randomly to his right. A mixture of anger, confusion, frustration and sadness marred his features. My mind went blank, unsure of what I just did and caused.
"I...I'll be in my room Rosie...see ya." Getting up, he hesitated but glanced at me before turning away. His cheeks burned a bright red before he walked out and closed the door gently. It took me a few more minutes before it sunk in, and my own face flushed. Oh god, what did I just do? My mind screamed at me. What in the world possessed me to do that? Why did I like it so much!?
Joule was my brother, it was so wrong what I just did then. But it was so nice... was my minds reply. He's family! So? He's a damn good kisser. Besides, you know he's cute. And after what he did for you, don't you feel like you owe him something? A kiss was nice, sure, but think about what ELSE you could do with him.
Surprisingly, it was possible for my face to grow redder and burn. My mind was trying to think what was wrong with me. He was my brother; I cared about him more than anymore but not THAT way! But...at the same time, seeing dad hit him like that triggered something. It made me want to reach out and do every to make him happy.
Girl, you said it yourself; you care about him more than anyone. And he's not actually blood related either. So anything you two do wouldn't be that horrible. He's the sweetest person you know and he is really upset over how dad reacted. Maybe you should go and cheer him up? My eyes shut as I seriously considered the idea.
Joule really did mean a lot to me, more than anyone else. After that night, we spent almost all of our time with each other. We'd find fun in the silliest things, the simplest things; like chasing after stray little bidoof and rattata. Or simply sitting on the top of the house and watching the sunset. Even just staring up at the sky and looking at the stars and moon, talking until we fell asleep.
And despite what he said, Joule did do a lot for me. Aside from the fact he saved me when I was younger, he did things that really meant a lot. Small things like opening doors for me were so adorable of him. But there were times when he just went out of his way for me. When I was in middle school and a boy named Tommy came to me and started teasing and insulting me about how close me and my brother were, Joule came right up to him and hit him square in the jaw.
All I want is for him to smile, to be happy. Without hesitating I moved to my door and passed through it. My brothers room was right across from mine, separated by the living room. My dad was laying on the couch looking angry and rather guilty while mom lightly pet his head. They were talking too quietly for me to hear and they didn't notice me so I continued on.
My steps guided me to his door as I hesitated for one moment. Was this REALLY okay? But the question went ignored by my body as I softly moved into his room and shut the door behind me. He seemed confused by the fact I was in his room, and I noticed the fact his eyes were red from tears. "Rosie?" He asked quietly as my steps guided me to his bed.
My hand lightly pushed him down and against the bed as my lips harshly connected against his in a passionate kiss. His body tensed up with it but subsided as he relaxed into the kiss. But it surprised me when he rolled me over and went from the one being kissed to the kisser. His tongue slid into my awaiting mouth, kindly exploring me. His tongue slid around playfully before starting to wrestle with mine as I softly tried to suckle on his.
My right hand moved from his shoulder to softly start rubbing at his groin. A noticeable shiver washed over him but he closed his eyes and whispered "Not here Rosie..." He passed a noticeable glance to the door, knowing that our parents would hear if we did that in the house. We got up and moved through the little passage we made to climb up to the roof at night when we were kids.
As soon as we were outside my lips reconnected to his and moved us to the large bushes near our house where we could have this time together privately and away from prying eyes. It was a small enclosed little area with just flat ground and grass. He let out a soft moan of pleasure as our tongues danced together. A blush crept over my face as his hands softly moved to caress and hold my breasts in his hands gently.
I gasped aloud at the feeling of his playfulness. His right hand focused on very tenderly massaging the breast while his left toyed with my left tit. Shivers ran down my spine as my arousal rose, my core feeling hot and heavy. My eyes closed as my head leaned back, enjoying the attention. He gave my nipple a few pinches as he continued to grope my other breast, swirling it around under his hand.
My eyes flew open however as I felt his right hand move away and be replaced with his mouth. A loud moan escaped my throat as his warm wet tongue softly started licking my now exposed and hardening light pink nipple. My breathing grew more labored with every pinch and lick, my lower lips beginning to moisten from all the fun he was causing with my chest.
My entire face was red then. Told you that you'd enjoy this. My back arched slightly as he softly began to start suckling intently on the pink flesh he held in his mouth. A soft cry of pleasure made its way out of my mouth. All I could focus on was the way his hot breathe teased the flesh there, the way it felt when he pressed his soft lips and warm tongue against my nipple.
My head rested on top of him as a loud murr rumbled in my throat between my moans. He didn't relent at all with the treatment, only adding more and more to his technique. But I still didn't see what he was going to do next, as his free right hand moved to softly cup my womanhood in his palm. A loud moan left its way from my lips as he curiously rubbed it. I felt so hot down there, and wet, and I knew my juices were being left on his hand.
My cherry had been popped long ago, by a typhlosion boy I knew. In all honesty, I didn't even like him but I was young and I let my hormones get the best of me. Joule already knew about that, so he wasn't going to have to worry about being gentle too much. And with every passing second, I only desired him to take off his pants and claim me.
But he wasn't going to stop at simple rubbing. He slid his index finger as far as it would go into me. My eyes shut tight as my maw hung open, my hot breath escaping in cloudy bursts. Beads of sweat were already beginning to appear on our skin. His exploring finger gingerly started squirming around inside me, feeling my wet, squishy, hot walls. He slowly started fingering me there, slowly sliding his digit in and out of me.
My toes curled as I gripped onto his shirt with my paws. A whimper of pleasure escaped as he began to softly tease my clit with short, tiny little strokes as he slid another finger into me. Unable to stand the attention any longer, a loud cry rang out as my climax seized me. My juices splattered over the ground and his hand as I rode out the intensity of the orgasm.
Both his and my breathing was heavy as I moved off of him. My lust-veiled eyes stared back at him with a smile curving across my lips. He glanced down at his hand and slowly started to taste my fluid. Glad he enjoys it so much. But I hadn't quite given him his pleasure yet. Moving forward a tad, I got on my knees and spread my legs slowly, putting my hands on the ground and propping myself up.
Joules eyes immediately went wide as he stared at my position. Uncertainty swept across his features, but he couldn't hide that glimmer of curiosity either. Pushing himself off from the ground he removed his shirt to reveal a nice smooth chest and stomach. Biting my lip, I anxiously watched him fiddle with his pants before slowly pulling them off.
A low appreciative hum rumbled in my throat as his visible erection fought against the restricting boxers. I once caught him pleasuring himself so the size wasn't too big a surprise. But it was definitely something nice to see. He gingerly pulled that last bit of cloth away under my looming gaze to reveal all 7 inches of that delicious member. He was thick too, rather shapely. Slowly licking my lips, I watched him approach me and grab my hips.
Shivers ran over me as I could feel his chest resting against my back, our bodies pressed together as his hands moved to grasp my breasts. Closing my eyes, I could feel him gently hold and caress them right before his member cautiously prodded at my flower. Murring my approval, I urged him on, playfully pushing back. Taking the hint, he had one last moment of hesitation before pushing all of those inches inside my tight hole.
My fingers dug into the ground as both of us moaned in pleasure. He filled me to the core, my walls tightening around the intruder but slowly relaxing as he rested there. His gentle hands made circles with my breasts, playing and toying with them which only added to the immense pleasure. My eyes squeezed shut as I felt him ever so slowly slide out before trusting back in, his sac landing torturously against my clit.
My mouth hung open again as drool slowly dripped out of my mouth. We were covered in sweat, giving his skin a sleek shine as he stared at me. He closed his eyes as he slowly started a slow rhythm. Each thrust sent a small wave of my fluids to the ground, also covering his thighs and groin. Every time he buried himself deep inside me my soft, fleshy walls started gripping and massaging the appendage.
His hands started getting more playful and adventurous. His right hand tweaked and pinched my nipple lightly, my toes curling with every motion. His teeth softly nibbled my ears as his left hand lightly prodded my tailhole with his thumb. Our moans grew louder and louder as the time passed; the sounds of sex the only ones audible.
His thrusts grew faster as did the frequencies of our cries. Juices trickled down my legs and his, as my pleasure grew more and more intense. And by the sounds of what I could hear, I could tell his was too. My walls clenched tightly around his rock hard cock, wanting to milk him for all he was more. And by the gasp, it seemed it was working.
He couldn't seem to take it anymore. Speeding up his thrusts one more time, his sac thwacking now against my clit; he cried out in bliss one final time before he filled me with his warm seed. White globs of cum shot inside my, filling me with his cream, and it was enough to bring me over the edge. Digging my fingers into the earth I moaned as my climax hit me, my juices squirting out and covering me and my brother.
Panting heavily, we fell to the ground, exhausted. My eyes closed as I rested there, feeling full and sated. But a small smile curved my lips as I felt Joules arms wrap around me. He leaned in and softly whispered in my ear "Thank you Rosie." I merely placed a hand on his arm as we laid there in silence.
What I didn't know, is that from this time with him, I would be blessed with a beautiful boy growing inside me. A child that was mine and Joules, one that would mean the world to me.
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