I was twenty-one and home from college for the summer when my parents asked me to watch Jake. He’d just turned eighteen, still living at home, and they didn’t trust him alone for the whole weekend. “Babysit your brother,” Mom said like it was nothing. I rolled my eyes but said yes. I figured it’d be easy money and a quiet house.
Jake was already tall and broad from the gym, but he still acted like a kid—video games, loud music, no filter. The first night they left, we ordered pizza and sat on the couch. He kept glancing at my legs in those tiny shorts. I noticed. I didn’t stop him.
By midnight the TV was playing some dumb action movie and we were both a little drunk off the beers I’d snuck from the fridge. Jake shifted closer. “You look hot tonight, sis,” he muttered. His voice was low and rough. I laughed it off at first, but when his hand landed on my thigh and didn’t move, I felt my pussy clench.
I turned to him. “You’re my brother, dumbass.”
“Still want to fuck you,” he said, eyes locked on my tits pushing against my tank top. No hesitation. Raw.
I should’ve pushed him away. Instead I grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand higher until his fingers brushed the edge of my shorts. “Then do it,” I told him. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Jake didn’t waste time. He yanked my shorts down, found I wasn’t wearing panties, and groaned when he felt how wet I already was.
Two thick fingers shoved straight into my cunt, pumping hard. I spread my legs wider on the couch and let him finger-fuck me while the movie kept playing. The wet sound of his hand slapping against my pussy filled the room.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled. He pulled his fingers out, shoved them in my mouth so I could taste myself, then stood up and dropped his sweats. His cock sprang out—long, thick, veiny, the head already leaking. I stared. My little brother had a dick that could split me open.
I dropped to my knees right there on the living-room floor and took him in my mouth. No teasing. I sucked him deep, gagging when he hit the back of my throat, spit running down my chin. Jake grabbed my hair and fucked my face, hips snapping forward. “That’s it, sis. Suck your brother’s cock like a whore.”
I moaned around him, drool dripping onto my tits. When he pulled out I was gasping, strings of spit connecting my lips to his shaft. He hauled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch. One hard thrust and he buried every inch inside my pussy. I cried out—loud, filthy, no one else home to hear.
He pounded me like he’d been waiting years. Skin slapping, balls hitting my clit, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Tight fucking cunt,” he grunted. “Been thinking about this every time you walked around in those little shorts.” I pushed back against him, taking it deeper, begging him to fuck me harder.
We moved to the floor. I climbed on top, sank down on his cock, and rode him while he sucked my nipples. My juices coated his shaft and ran down his balls. Every time I dropped my hips he met me with an upward thrust that made my tits bounce. I came first—shaking, cunt pulsing around him, soaking his lap. He didn’t stop. He flipped us, put my legs over his shoulders, and drilled me until the second orgasm hit and I was screaming his name.
Jake pulled out at the last second, stroked his cock twice, and painted my stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. It was hot, sticky, and I rubbed it into my skin while he watched, breathing hard.
We didn’t stop there. He took me to his bedroom, bent me over his desk, and fucked my ass for the first time—slow at first, then rough when I begged for it. Later I rode his face until I squirted on his tongue. By sunrise we’d used every room on the first floor. My pussy was swollen, my ass sore, and I still wanted more.
When our parents came home Sunday night we acted normal. But every time Jake and I passed in the hallway he’d grab my ass or whisper what he wanted to do to me later. We kept fucking all summer—quiet, filthy, behind closed doors. Babysitting turned into the best decision I ever made.
