Free In The Barn by Selena Kitt Page B

skirt. His gaze followed its path, up my knee-sock covered calves, and then my bare knees. He gasped when he saw those, his eyes following the path of my skirt up my bare thighs until I had it pulled up to my waist.
    Then I pressed my hand between my legs, over the heated, damp mound there, and began to rub myself. He watched, fascinated, his breath coming almost as fast as mine.
    “Have you ever taken these off?” he whispered, tugging at my undergarments.
    I shook my head, my heart hammering in my chest.
    “Will you?” he breathed, his eyes meeting mine. What I saw there made me want to do anything, anything at all for him. “Oh Sarah, please.”
    The desperation in his voice moved me and I tugged them down and off. The air over my privates was cool, and I explored with my fingers a place I had only touched through my clothes, or when I quickly washed myself on Saturdays. The sensation was incredible, so intense, my fingers growing wet as I parted the dark hair and probed in between.
    “That’s so lovely,” he breathed.
    “Do you like it?” I asked, glancing down at my parted thighs, the dark triangle.
    He nodded, eyes transfixed, and I saw his hand rubbing his privates again through his breeches.
    I rubbed the most tender spot, finding a little nub of flesh there I hadn’t felt before through my clothes. Touching it made me moan, and my breasts felt suddenly heavier. “It feels so much better without my clothes.”
    “I know.” He grinned sheepishly. “I started doing it at first through my clothes too.”
    “I guess it feels like less of a sin that way.” I grinned back. “Oh, Eli, it can’t be a sin…it feels so very good.”
    “I know.”  He swallowed hard, still watching, his hand moving to undo his breeches and re ach inside. I wanted to see him too. “Sarah…” His hand reached out, hesitated. “Can I… can I touch it?”
    “Can I?” My eyes dropped to where his hand was wrapped around his privates.
    He startled. “Do you want to?”
    I nodded, my hand out, tentative. He moved forward so I could reach, gasping when I brushed the tip with my fingers. It was a little wet there, and I rubbed that over the top, making him moan.
    “Oh that’s so nice.” He gr oaned as I wrapped my hand around it like I’d seen him do. It was thick and pulsing, and not anything like I’d expected. I explored for a moment, curious, until I felt his fingers parting me down there, slipping through the wetness.
    “Oh, Eli!” I breathed, my legs pa rting themselves as he explored too. It was different when he touched me, and my breath came faster. I squeezed him, tugging, making him jerk and thrust. I liked the motion.
    “Rub it here,” I said, showing him the spot, and his fingers moved there, m aking me spread wide and thrust too. It seemed like the natural thing to do.
    “I want to see you,” he whispered, not asking, just unfastening my clothes, my skirt, my blouse, and I let him. The air was cold, and he stared down at me, completely nude before him, no longer seeing me with a brother’s eyes. “Oh Sarah, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    I glowed from the inside out, and when he leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth, the way I’d seen the babies do, latching on to Ma for milk, I thought the sensation would make me faint.
    “More,” I whispered, my hand in his hair, arching my back. “Suck them hard.”
    He groaned, burying his face there, licking and sucking, his privates swelling even larger in my hand. My whole body was on fire, his fingers probing between my legs, finding a place I had never explored and slipping inside.
    “Eli!” I gasped when another entered me. He was inside—his fingers were inside of me.
    “It’s how men and women join together,” he whispered against my neck, fingers moving, in and out. “It feels… it’s…”
    “Oh Eli,” I moaned, rocking, tugging at him, aching for more of everything all at once. “Please, yes,