Dib and Gaz

(EnPassant: It is time for a disclaimer. Disclaimer: All characters from Invader Zim are property of the renowned Jhonen Vasquez, greatest among artists. He owns Invader Zim along with Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Squee, HE‘S A GOD, I TELL YOU, A GOD!)

Dib and Gaz (ninth chapter)

Gaz laid on the bed with Dib between her legs with Dib bumping and grinding, thrusting and pushing his whole weight upon her. He groaned every time he thrust it deep, she moaned as he drilled his cock into her. She laid there, complacent, nearing her own orgasm. Grabbing handfuls of blanket, she pushed her back upwards and pushed Dib's hips into her.

Her legs around his waist motivated him to push harder. His hands upheld his upper body as he ground his cock deep inside her. They hurt like hell and they demanded reprieve. Dib eased the pressure on his hands by dropping his weight to his elbows and placing his forehead against hers. The sweat dripped onto her forehead, and his breath tickled her nose. She closed her eyes and tried not to picture him above her.

She lost the power she held onto, being grabbed and jerked onto the bed, turned and made submissive. She lost the hold she had on Dib when he got on top of her, fingered her and licked her labia. She lost her dominance, and she let go. She grabbed the top of his head and forced him to grind his face onto her cunt. Dib grabbed her hand and placed it back down on the bed. Dominance: It tasted sweet to Dib.

And now he was on top of her, face to face with her, thrusting his cock into her. Her legs held him firmly, still wanting to regain some sort of control. Damn you Dib, she thought. Her hands balled up the covers tighter, squeezing it harder, then letting go. Squeezing again. Her hands were restless, her body was restless. The onslaught of her orgasm got smaller inside her. Contracting into a small point inside her until all that energy was released. Her spine arched upwards, then slammed down on the bed. Her feet balled up and pulled him harder onto her. She no longer minded his forehead against hers. She was about to release.

His nose nuzzled against hers, his ass pumped in and out. He forced himself more and more inside her. Sweat was now pouring out of him, steam coming out of their pores, and the smell of sex musking up the room. His lips tickled hers, but dared not kiss her. Her bottom lip pouted a little as every little moan and shriek emanated from her mouth. He was taking her, finally, and yet...

Do I kiss her? He thought.

Her eyes shut tight, her moans becoming deeper and louder. Her mouth slightly open, her lips quivering. She wrapped her arms around Dib and held on tightly. Her nails dug into his skin. He shut his eyes tightly-- the pain searing on his back and down his spine-- exhaled and groaned as she let up on her grip, her hips grinding hard against his. Pumping his cock in and out of her cunt, he groaned rhythmically and nuzzled his cheek against hers. His face lowered on her skin and his mouth reached her neck. He bit down as he pushed his cock deep into her snatch. She yelled, held him tighter, and came. Her whole body spasmed as the orgasm flowed out of her body, her hands let go of his shoulders, her eyes opened and saw Dib above her. His eyes were shut tight. His mouth was open and he was breathing heavy. He didn't let up. He thrust his cock into her harder. Dib was in the throes of his own orgasm.

“Fuck, Dib!” She said. Her body was still climaxing.

“Gaz!” He yelled, then kissed her deep.

He pulled out and as he thrust his cock into her again, he found her slit and mound. Kissing her and rubbing his cock on her mound, he came on her and fell on top of her. His cum was smeared against her skin and his. She held him as his orgasm ended, still holding his lips against hers. Their lips broke contact and he rolled off her.

“Dib.” She said. “You came on me.”

“Sorry.” He said as his body convulsed from the aftermath of his orgasm, breathing hard as he tried to get it under control.

“I mean, the condom slid off and you came on me.” She said.

He did a double take.

“What?”

“The condom.” She said as she pulled it out of her snatch. “It slid off.”

He looked her in the eyes as she held the drenched rubber in front of them. He laughed and apologized again. Taking it from her, he got up and walked the few steps from his bed to his desk and placed the condom on the trash before falling to the ground; his legs were quivering. He laughed again and pulled himself up.

“I can't walk straight much less stand!” he exclaimed.

She nodded, laying on his bed and regrouping from the orgasm.

“My legs are useless, too.” she said. He made his way back to the bed and flopped down next to her and exhaled audibly. He didn't know what else to say. Neither did she, apparently, as both lay on the bed silent for a good five minutes. The mood turned awkward afterwards.

“How long are we going to keep doing this?” He asked. He wasn't looking at her, but at his desk. He couldn't look at her. She was the same: stare fixed on the ceiling and not on Dib. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. Their lips were still burning from the kiss. He was trying to extract something from it, some deep emotional meaning; He was digging for something that wasn't there, something he knew he wouldn't find.

She felt disgust. The kiss meant nothing to her. It didn't satisfy her sexually, yet she let him kiss her.

“I don't lo--”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He interrupted her. “I know. I don't love you either.”

She opened Dib's nightstand drawer and pulled out another condom. She held it up and looked at it intently. No love, nothing, no emotional attachment whatsoever, and yet...

Her body demanded it. The high she got from sex was tempting and enticing. She didn't love Dib. It was clear, as clear as crystal.

“So,” He said. “how long are we going to keep doing this?”

“You sound like you're suffering from fucking me.” She said.

“I don't know. I'm not, really” He rolled to his back and looked at her, her hand holding the condom up in the air. “I guess it really isn't up to me. I can keep fucking you if you want.”

She smiled. Not sure why, she placed the condom on her chest and placed her arm on top of her eyes. Her boobs were mushed down onto her body due to gravity. Dib got hard again. Her nipples enticed him, and the condom between her boobs called to him. Her smooth and white skin aroused him. Her tummy was sticky still. He placed his hand on her breast and tugged on her nipples and drifted his fingers south. Tracing lines around the bottom of her breast, he grabbed the condom of her chest and dragged it across her skin ever so lightly. This sent chills up and own her body and pert her nipples to attention.

She placed her hand on his cock and held on to it. The feel of his hard cock on her hand turned her on. Her pussy got wet and hot again. Her hand grabbed his and led it to her slit. His fingers touched her lips lightly before diving for her clit. She grunted a bit before stopping him.

“Ow.” She said.

“Sorry.” He apologized.

She stood up and grunted as her arms protested. She put her hands on his cock and stroked it up and down, getting it hard. She dropped her face and put the head in her mouth. Licking it up, she took the condom and removed it from the wrapper and tried her best to put it on him. He stopped her and placed it on himself. She threw one leg over his body and straddled him. She closed her eyes, exhaled, and positioned her brother's cock into her canal. Once his head penetrated her, she dropped her hips down on him and drove his cock deep inside her. Both groaned loudly.

She grabbed his hands and held them above his head.

“Fuck me again, Dib.”

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(EnPassant: Okay, I finally update. This time it didn't take me a year or so to finish a chapter. Yeah, this chapter was more sexually oriented, but then again, I really couldn't transition into Zim's part of the story mid coitus and be coherent in my mind. Read and hopefully review if you like. I'm out till next chapter!)