She was already on her knees in the living room when I walked in from the garage, her shorts pulled down to her thighs and her hand working between her legs. My older sister, twenty-three and home from college for the summer, looked up at me with that same hungry stare shed worn since we started this months ago. Lock the door, she said, voice low and rough. Mom and Dad are out till late.
I dropped my keys and crossed the room fast. She reached for my belt the second I got close, fingers yanking it open. Let me take out your cock, she muttered, the exact words she always used when she wanted it rough and quick. She dragged my jeans and boxers down in one pull, my cock springing free, already hard from the sight of her. She wrapped her fingers around the base, gave it a firm stroke, then leaned in and licked the head like she was starving.
Fuck, sis, I groaned, one hand sinking into her hair. She took me deep on the first try, throat working around me, spit already dripping down her chin. No slow tease this time. She sucked hard, bobbing fast, her free hand still rubbing her clit in quick circles. The wet sounds filled the room. Every few strokes she pulled off to spit on the shaft and say it again. Let me take out your cock. I need it.
She stood just long enough to kick her shorts the rest of the way off, then turned and bent over the arm of the couch, ass up, pussy glistening. I stepped behind her, lined up, and shoved in balls-deep on the first thrust. She gasped and pushed back, taking every inch. Harder, she demanded. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, the slap of skin loud and filthy. She reached back to spread herself wider, moaning every time I bottomed out.
We moved to the floor when the couch started creaking too much. She climbed on top, sank down on my cock, and rode me like she was trying to break it. Her tits bounced in my face; I sucked one nipple hard while she ground her clit against me. Tell me again, I said. She leaned down, lips at my ear. Let me take out your cock. I want it in my mouth, my pussy, anywhere you want.
She came first, clenching tight around me, thighs shaking. I flipped her onto her back and kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and stroked once before shooting thick ropes across her stomach and tits. She rubbed it into her skin with a satisfied grin, then licked her fingers clean.
We heard the garage door start to open. She grabbed her shorts, I yanked my jeans up, and we were back on the couch like nothing happened when our parents walked in. Later that night she texted me from her room: Come take it out again after they go to bed. I was already hard before I answered.
