I walked into the kitchen and there he was, my brother Jake, leaning against the counter in nothing but low-slung boxers. His cock was already half-hard, the thick outline pressing against the thin cotton like it had a mind of its own. I was only wearing one of his old t-shirts, barely covering my ass. We both knew what was coming. No more pretending.
“Lock the door,” he said, voice low and rough. I did it without a word. The second the deadbolt clicked, he grabbed me, spun me around, and bent me over the kitchen table. My tits smashed against the wood. He yanked the shirt up over my hips and slapped my bare ass hard enough to sting.
“Been thinking about this pussy all morning,” he growled. Two fingers shoved straight into my cunt, already dripping. He finger-fucked me fast and dirty, knuckles deep, while his other hand reached around and pinched my clit. “So fucking wet for your brother’s dick. You’re a nasty little slut, aren’t you?”
I moaned and pushed back on his fingers. “Yes. Fuck me. Put that cock in me right now.”
He didn’t waste time. He pulled his boxers down and slapped his fat cock against my ass cheeks a few times, then lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. I gasped at the stretch. Jake’s dick was thick and veiny, and he knew exactly how to use it. He started pounding me right there on the table, hips slapping loud against my ass, the whole piece of furniture rocking with every brutal stroke.
“Take it,” he grunted. “Take your brother’s cock like the greedy whore you are.” His balls swung and smacked my clit with every thrust. I reached back and spread my cheeks wider so he could go even deeper. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the kitchen.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the table, and shoved my legs wide open. Then he buried his face between my thighs and ate me like he was starving. Tongue lapping from my asshole to my clit, sucking my swollen lips into his mouth, then tongue-fucking my hole. I grabbed his hair and ground against his face, smearing my juices all over his chin.
“Fuck, Jake, I’m gonna come,” I panted. He sucked hard on my clit and shoved two fingers back inside me, curling them against my G-spot. I came hard, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around his fingers while I moaned his name.
He stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and grinned. “Not done with you yet.” He dragged me off the table and pushed me to my knees. I opened my mouth and he fed me every inch of his cock, fucking my throat until spit ran down my chin and onto my tits. I gagged and moaned around him, loving the way he used my mouth.
When he was close he pulled out, hauled me up, and bent me over the back of the couch. He slammed back into my pussy from behind and fucked me even harder, one hand fisted in my hair, the other reaching under to rub my clit in fast circles.
“Gonna fill this cunt,” he snarled. “Gonna pump my sister full of cum.” The dirty talk pushed me over again. I came on his cock, walls squeezing him tight, and he followed right after, burying himself deep and unloading thick ropes of hot cum inside me. I felt every pulse.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, his cock still twitching in my flooded pussy. Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum drip down my thighs. He scooped some up with two fingers and fed it to me. I sucked his fingers clean.
“Shower,” he said.
“Then we’re doing it again in your bed. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
I smiled, already feeling the ache between my legs and wanting more. “Yes, big brother.”
We didn’t stop that day. Or the next. Every time our parents left the house we fucked like animals—on the couch, in the shower, on the floor, against the wall. Raw, loud, and filthy. Brother and sister, no limits, just pure dirty need. And every single time it felt better than the last.
