We had the house to ourselves that sticky summer night, just me and my little sister Jasmine, both grown and knowing better. She was twenty-two, thick in all the right places, dark chocolate skin glowing under the cheap living room lamp. I was twenty-five, built from warehouse work, and my dick had been half-hard all evening just from watching her walk around in those tiny shorts.
“Turn that shit down,” she said, flopping onto the couch beside me. Her thigh brushed mine. Neither of us moved it.
I didn’t turn the TV down. Instead I looked at her full lips, the way her tank top clung to her heavy tits, nipples already poking through. “You been teasing me all week, Jazz.”
She smirked, but her voice came out low. “And what you gonna do about it, big brother?”
I grabbed her thigh, fingers digging into soft flesh. “I’m gonna fuck that tight black pussy you been waving at me.”
Jasmine didn’t pull away. She spread her legs a little instead. “Then stop talking and do it.”
I yanked her tank top up and her tits spilled out, dark nipples stiff. I sucked one hard, biting just enough to make her gasp. My hand shoved into her shorts and found her already wet. Two fingers slid straight into her hot cunt.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled against her breast.
She reached for my lap, squeezing my thick cock through my jeans. “Been wet since you got home from work. Been thinking about this big dick all day.”
I stood, pulled my shirt off, then shoved my jeans down. My cock sprang out, heavy and veined, dark head already leaking. Jasmine got on her knees right there on the living room floor and took me in her mouth without asking. She sucked loud and sloppy, spit running down my balls while she looked up at me with those pretty brown eyes.
“Deeper,” I told her, gripping her braids. She took more, gagging but not stopping. Her throat worked around me until I pulled her off, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock.
“Get those shorts off and bend over the couch.”
She did it fast, ass up, that fat black ass jiggling as she spread her cheeks for me. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips dark and glistening. I lined up and slammed in with one hard thrust. She cried out, loud, but pushed back to take every inch.
I fucked her rough, skin slapping loud in the quiet house. “This what you wanted? Your brother’s dick stretching this pussy?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” she moaned. “Harder. Make it hurt.”
I gripped her hips and pounded, watching my cock disappear into her over and over. Her ass rippled with every thrust. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit until she came, pussy clenching and squirting a little down her thighs.
I didn’t stop. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and shoved back in. Her legs went over my shoulders. I fucked her deep, watching her tits bounce, her face twisted in pleasure.
“Gonna nut in this pussy,” I warned her.
“Do it,” she begged. “Fill your sister up.”
I came hard, flooding her with thick ropes, still thrusting through it until cum leaked out around my cock. I stayed inside her, both of us breathing heavy.
We weren’t done. Jasmine pushed me back and climbed on top, sliding my still-hard dick back into her messy cunt. She rode me slow at first, then faster, grinding her clit against me while she talked dirty.
“Love my brother’s cum in me. Love this forbidden dick.”
I smacked her ass, watched it shake, then pulled her down so I could suck her nipples while she bounced. We switched again. I put her on all fours on the floor this time and took her from behind, deeper than before. She reached back and spread herself so I could see everything.
When I was close again I pulled out and shot across her ass and lower back, thick white streaks on dark skin. She reached back and rubbed it in like lotion.
We fucked twice more that night—once in the shower, once in our parents’ bed because it felt extra wrong. By morning we were sore, sticky, and already planning the next time the house would be empty.
Jasmine kissed me at the door before our folks got home. “Don’t act different,” she whispered. “Just keep fucking me when they ain’t looking.”
I nodded, already hard again at the thought.
