I slammed the door behind me and dropped my keys, heart still racing from the club. My little black dress clung to my sweaty skin, and I could feel how soaked my panties were after grinding on strangers all night. But none of them were him. None of them were my brother.
Jake was in the kitchen, shirtless, drinking straight from the milk carton like always. At twenty-five he was all broad shoulders and that stupidly defined chest I had tried not to stare at since we moved in together six months ago. His eyes dragged down my body and stopped at my thighs.
"Look at you," he said, voice low and rough. "Dressed like a fucking slut again."
I walked right up to him, close enough that my tits brushed his arm. "And you're standing here with your cock already half-hard in those sweats. Don't act like you weren't waiting up for me."
He set the carton down hard. "You want to do this tonight?"
I reached between us and squeezed his dick through the fabric. Thick, hot, and getting harder by the second. "I've been wet for you all week. Stop pretending you don't want to fuck your own sister."
Jake grabbed my wrist and spun me around, bending me over the kitchen counter. My cheek hit the cool marble. He yanked my dress up over my ass and ripped my thong aside so hard the fabric tore.
"Look at this pussy," he growled, dragging two fingers through my slick folds. "Dripping for your brother's cock. You're such a dirty little whore."
I pushed back against his hand. "Then stop talking and put it in me."
He shoved his sweats down and the heavy slap of his cock against my ass made me moan. No teasing. He lined up and drove straight in, burying every thick inch in one brutal thrust. I cried out, walls clenching around him.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, already pounding me. The counter dug into my hips with every slam. Skin slapped loud and wet. "This what you wanted? Your brother ruining your cunt?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Harder. Make it hurt."
He reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles while he fucked me like he hated me. My legs shook. I could feel every ridge of his cock stretching me open. He pulled my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite my neck.
"Going to fill you up," he snarled against my ear. "Pump my cum so deep in my sister's pussy she'll feel it leaking out all day."
I came with a broken scream, pussy pulsing around him. Jake kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release. When he finally shoved in to the hilt and came, I felt every hot spurt flooding my insides.
He didn't pull out right away. Just stayed buried inside me, breathing hard, one hand still gripping my hip.
"Round two in the shower," he said after a minute. "Then you're riding me until you can't walk."
I smiled against the counter, already squeezing around his softening cock to keep him inside.
"Whatever you want, big brother."
