Jake slammed the screen door behind him, sweat dripping down his chest from the humid July heat. At twenty-four, he was built like a farmhand, all muscle and dirt from working the fields. His little sister, Emily, now nineteen and home from college, was sprawled on the couch in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, scrolling on her phone. Her legs were spread just enough to show the outline of her shaved pussy lips against the fabric.
"Fuck, it's hot," Jake muttered, kicking off his boots. He stared at her. "You trying to tease me again, Em?"
Emily looked up with a smirk. "Maybe. Mom and Dad are gone till tomorrow.
You gonna do something about it or just stare like last time?"
Jake didn't hesitate. He crossed the room, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her head back. "You're such a dirty little slut for your brother." He shoved his hand down her panties, fingers sliding through her already wet slit. "This cunt's dripping for me."
She moaned and arched. "Yes, Jake. Finger that pussy. I've been thinking about your cock all week."
He ripped her tank top down, exposing her perky tits, and sucked hard on one nipple while two fingers plunged into her tight hole. Emily bucked against his hand, grinding down. "Deeper, fuck me with those fingers."
Jake pulled his cock out, thick and veined, already leaking precum. "Suck it first. Get your brother's dick nice and wet." Emily dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, slurping loudly, gagging as he thrust into her throat. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits.
After a minute he hauled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and yanked her panties aside. He slammed into her from behind in one hard thrust. "Take that cock, sis. This is what you wanted, right? American incest sex stories come true."
Emily cried out, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Harder! Pound my cunt, Jake. Fill your sister's pussy." The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the living room as he fucked her relentlessly, balls slapping against her clit. He reached around and rubbed her swollen nub until she came hard, squirting around his shaft.
He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the floor, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in deep, bottoming out. "You like getting railed by your own brother? Tell me."
"Yes! I love it. Fuck me like a whore." Emily clawed at his back as he hammered her, sweat pouring off both of them. Jake pulled out just long enough to flip her again, this time taking her ass with spit-slicked fingers first, then easing his cock into her tight hole while she begged for it.
They moved to the kitchen table next, then the shower, then back to the couch. Jake came twice—once down her throat, once deep in her pussy—before they collapsed in a sticky, satisfied heap. Emily kissed his chest. "Same time tomorrow when they leave again?"
Jake grinned, already getting hard again. "Count on it, sis."
