I slammed the door behind me, heart pounding like it wanted out of my chest. My sister Emily was already in the kitchen, bent over the counter in those tiny shorts that barely covered her ass. She was 23, I was 25, and we’d been dancing around this shit for months ever since we moved in together after Mom’s place got sold.
“Late again,” she said without turning around. Her voice had that edge, the one that always made my dick twitch.
“Traffic,” I muttered, but we both knew it was bullshit. I stepped up behind her, close enough to smell her shampoo. “You wearing that for me or just to tease?”
She straightened and spun, tits pushing against her tank top. “Maybe both. You gonna do something about it or keep staring like a perv?”
That was all it took. I grabbed her hips and yanked her against me. My cock was already hard, pressing into her stomach. “Fuck yes I’m doing something.” I shoved my hand down the front of her shorts and found her pussy already wet. Two fingers slid right in. She gasped but pushed back on them.
“Goddamn, you’re soaked,” I growled, pumping them hard. “Been thinking about your brother’s cock all day?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she hissed, yanking my sweats down. My dick sprang out, thick and leaking. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked once, twice, then dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor.
Her mouth was hot and greedy. She took me deep on the first try, lips stretching around the shaft while her tongue worked the underside. Spit ran down my balls as she sucked like she was starving. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, watching my cock disappear into her throat. Gagging noises filled the room, but she didn’t pull back. She just moaned around me, fingers rubbing her own clit through her shorts.
I pulled out before I blew. “Get up. Shorts off. Now.”
She stood, stripped, and bent over the counter again, ass up. Her pussy was shaved smooth and glistening. I lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, walls clenching around me like a fist. I didn’t go slow. I fucked her hard, hips slapping loud against her ass, the counter digging into her thighs. Every stroke bottomed out, hitting that spot that made her legs shake.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she begged, pushing back to meet every slam. “Fill your sister’s cunt.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles. She came fast, pussy pulsing and dripping down my shaft. I kept pounding through it, chasing my own nut. When I was close I pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees again. She opened wide and stuck her tongue out. I stroked twice and unloaded, thick ropes painting her face and tongue. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her lips like it was candy.
We didn’t stop there. I carried her to the couch, laid her down, and ate her pussy until she came again, thighs clamped around my head. Then she climbed on top, sank down on my cock, and rode me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce. She reached back and spread her cheeks, letting me see everything while she ground down.
“Tell me it’s wrong,” she panted, bouncing faster. “Tell me you shouldn’t be balls-deep in your sister.”
“It’s so fucking wrong,” I grunted, slapping her ass red. “And I’m gonna cum in this tight pussy anyway.”
She slammed down one last time and I exploded inside her, pumping load after load while she milked every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked skin sticking.
Later, in bed, she curled against me, my cum still leaking out of her.
“We’re doing this again tomorrow,” she whispered.
I just pulled her closer. “Every fucking night.”
