I walked into the house after a long shift and there she was, my little sister Emily, bent over the kitchen counter in nothing but a tiny tank top and panties that barely covered her ass. She was 22 now, all grown up with curves that made my cock twitch every time I saw her. We had been dancing around this for months, ever since that drunken night when she admitted she got off thinking about me.
"Fuck, Em," I growled, dropping my keys. "You doing that on purpose?"
She straightened up slow, turning to face me with a smirk. Her nipples were hard under the thin fabric. "Maybe. You gonna do something about it, big brother?"
I crossed the room in three steps and grabbed her hips, spinning her back against the counter. My mouth crashed down on hers, tongues fighting dirty and wet. She tasted like cherry lip balm and sin. I shoved my hand down her panties and found her already soaked, clit swollen and begging.
"Jesus, you're dripping for your brother's cock," I muttered against her lips, two fingers sliding into her tight cunt. She moaned loud, grinding on my hand.
"Shut up and fuck me, Jake. I've wanted this forever."
I ripped her tank top off, sucking one hard nipple into my mouth while I finger-fucked her harder. She came quick, legs shaking, juices running down my wrist. I pulled my fingers out and shoved them in her mouth so she could taste herself.
"On your knees," I ordered. She dropped fast, yanking my jeans open. My thick cock sprang free and she wrapped her lips around it without hesitation, sucking like a slut who knew exactly what she wanted. Her tongue swirled the head, then she took me deep, gagging when it hit the back of her throat. I held her hair and thrust, fucking her face while she moaned around my shaft.
After a minute I hauled her up, bent her over the counter again, and yanked her panties down. Her pussy was pink, shaved, and glistening. I lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. She screamed my name, pushing back to take every inch.
"Harder, brother," she begged. "Pound your sister's cunt."
I did exactly that, gripping her hips and slamming into her over and over. The wet slap of skin filled the kitchen. Her tits bounced against the cool marble. I reached around to rub her clit and she came again, walls clenching tight around my cock.
I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter.
She wrapped her legs around me as I drove back in, pounding her while we kissed sloppy and desperate. Sweat slicked our bodies. I sucked marks onto her neck, claiming her.
"Fill me up," she panted. "Come in your little sister's pussy."
That did it. I buried myself deep and unloaded, hot ropes of cum pumping into her. She came with me, milking every drop.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Then she grinned and squeezed my softening cock with her inner muscles.
"Round two in the shower?" she asked.
I was already getting hard again inside her. "Fuck yes."
