Chapter 5

My cheeks were flushed and it felt like I was having a workout. Max was panting down my neck and it was making me uncomfortable. I tried to wriggle my neck away from his puffing breath but the constraints of the costume didn’t allow that. Desperate to get out of the situation, I endured the assault of his hard cock on my pussy and forced myself to take the last 3 steps up the stairs while still on tiptoes.

During those steps, his cock slipped out and went into me again and again. When we reached the 2nd floor, the nearest room we could use was his. It was just about 5 steps away from us. I noticed he was standing a little more upright than when we were on the stairs and he was nudging me a little harder below. It was like he wasn’t trying as hard to pull his cock away from my pussy anymore. But maybe I was being too sensitive, so I ignored it.

I said to him, “M… Max… Let’s go to your room… And change… Okay…?” He didn’t reply. We took small, cautious steps towards his room. As we walked the first 2 steps, his cock was still sliding in and out of me. It was really weird to me now. We could walk much easier on level ground but still, his cock was stroking into my pussy. It took me a second to realize that Max was subconsciously pumping his hips as we walked in the costume.

And worse, he was trying to push himself deeper into my wet slit with each step we took. I was totally concentrating on making my way to his room and wasn’t aware that he was already stroking about 2 inches of his manhood into me from behind. But we were almost at his room. I only had to put up with him for the last few steps. Then I’m going to strip myself from this costume and give that little weasel a piece of my mind.

I kept my silence and pulled him with me as I took the lead. All he did was take the chance to push his hips against me and drive more of his hard cock inside me. We finally reached his door and just then, my knees buckled under the constant strain of my awkward tiptoed posture. My legs gave way and I impaled my poor pussy on his cock, unexpectedly driving more than half his length into me.

I almost screamed right then as I felt his hardness spread my buttery depths, but I bit down on the foam in the costume and muffled it. It was as if his cock met no resistance from my tight pussy. I realized I had gotten very wet along the way. Max moaned in pleasure as he felt my pussy drive itself down onto him. We stood at the doorway unmoving and a little breathless. I was adjusting to the size of his cock and he was just standing there, enjoying the feel of my velvet folds.

“Ohhh… Oh my God… Ar… Faark… Max… Arr… It hurts…” I moaned incoherently. It felt like a huge rod rammed into me and it had me completely winded. It was painful despite how wet I was. When I used to make love to my ex-boyfriends, we always spent a lot of time on foreplay to get me adequately relaxed for penetration. The juices seeping from my tight, relatively inexperienced pussy weren’t enough for a cock of Max’s size. Although I couldn’t see, I guessed he must be at least 8 inches fully erect but I wasn’t in the mood to find out. This is my brother I’m talking about!

He moaned softly, his lips very close to my left ear, his breath tickling me. He sounded seriously excited and in heat now. I was really worried that this will escalate into something more so I had to act fast. I lifted myself onto my toes again and bent forward in the costume as much as I could to pull my hurting pussy off his large cock. But as I tried to put some distance between us, he pressed forward with his hips, indicating his unwillingness to let up.

I was fuming and frustrated with him. My whole body was shaking and I was drenched in sweat from my efforts. At least that was what I thought. Part of me knew my body missed the ecstasy of good sex and an erect cock buried in my pussy was unquestionably having a reaction on me. But I was unwilling to admit it. I wasn’t about to become a slut for Max! I could feel the heated skin of his tummy rubbing on my fair heart-shaped ass from behind, almost scorching my delicate ass cheeks. The smell within the costume was a distinct combination of our sweat and my female juices, and it was causing me much embarrassment. He didn’t need to know how aroused and wet my pussy was.

“Ahhh… Zeh… Ar… Shiiitt… You feel… So good… Zeh…” he murmured, breathing heavily across the left cheek of my face. He didn’t try and fuck me but his hands slowly reached down and gripped the waist of the costume, hanging on to it as he tried to pull himself into me. I wanted to strip that damned costume off right there and then, and put a stop to this before Max goes too far. I glanced around the corridor and I could see no one else. I could only hear a group of kids playing PS3 in the study room next door. If they came out of the room and saw us, they might get curious. I wouldn’t want that.

I grabbed the door frame for support and started to slowly make my way into his room, dragging him along on my tiptoes. That little bastard took the opportunity to stroke his cock in and out of me again as I struggled to walk in front of him. This time, he pumped me with a couple of near full strokes as my pussy muscles had somewhat loosened up after my own mishap earlier. I bit my lips to suppress the soft whimpers of pleasure coming from me against my will.

In a few short steps, we finally got into Max’s room. I hastily reached for the door, pushed it shut and locked it. He was still drowned in lust and not helping. With shaky arms, I immediately pulled off the costume’s head, reached for the zip on the right side of the costume and desperately jerked it all the way down. The costume fell away from our bodies, completely soaked and sticky with our sweat. I quickly removed my arms from the inside of the costume and was about to step out of it to end this ordeal when, unexpectedly, Max had other ideas.