The house was quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the distant sound of traffic outside. Malik, twenty-two and built like he lifted every day, stood in the hallway with his dick already half-hard in his boxers. He knew his little sister Jasmine was still awake. At nineteen she had that thick, juicy body all the women in their family carriedfull tits, wide hips, and an ass that made his mouth water every time she walked past.
He pushed her bedroom door open without knocking. Jasmine was on her bed in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, phone in hand. Her dark skin glowed under the bedside lamp. She looked up, eyes locking on the bulge in his shorts.
"You comin' in here again?" she asked, voice low and already breathy.
"Shut up," Malik said, closing the door. "You know you want it."
He crossed the room in two steps, grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Jasmine didn't fight. She spread her thick thighs instead, letting him see the wet spot already darkening her panties. Malik hooked his fingers in the waistband and ripped them down, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs without another word.
Jasmine moaned loud when his tongue dragged over her clit. "Fuck, big brother eat that pussy."
Malik didn't need telling. He licked her deep, tongue fucking her hole then sucking her swollen clit between his lips. Her juices coated his chin. Jasmine's hands went to his head, grinding against his mouth while her heavy tits spilled out of the tank top. He reached up, squeezing one hard nipple, twisting it the way she liked.
"Get that dick out," she panted after a few minutes. "I need it inside me."
Malik stood, shoved his boxers down. His thick black cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already leaking. Jasmine sat up, wrapped both hands around it and spit on the tip before taking him into her mouth. She sucked sloppy and loud, gagging when he pushed deeper, spit running down her chin onto her tits.
"Damn, sis," he growled. "Throat that shit."
She did, taking him until her nose pressed against his stomach. When she pulled off, strings of spit connected her lips to his cock. Malik flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed inside her in one thrust. Jasmine cried out into the pillow, her tight pussy gripping every inch.
He fucked her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His heavy balls smacked her clit with every stroke. Jasmine reached back, spreading her ass cheeks so he could watch his dick disappear into her.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck your sister like you mean it."
Malik grabbed her hips and pounded deeper, the bed creaking under them.
Sweat ran down his chest onto her back. He reached under, rubbing her clit in fast circles until her legs started shaking.
"I'm gonna cum," Jasmine gasped. "Don't stop, Malik, please"
Her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing around his cock as she came. Malik kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and flipped her again. He straddled her chest, slid his slick dick between her big tits and fucked them while she licked the head every time it pushed up.
"Open your mouth," he ordered.
Jasmine did. He came with a low groan, thick ropes of cum shooting across her tongue, her lips, and her tits. She swallowed what she could, then used her fingers to scoop the rest into her mouth while looking up at him.
They didn't talk much after. Malik wiped her down with a towel, kissed her once on the mouth, and slipped back to his room. Down the hall their mother slept, unaware her son had just filled her daughter with cum again. But that was a story for another night.
