She showed up at his door at midnight, rain-soaked and shaking, her wedding ring still on her finger. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock,” his sister whispered the second the door closed.
Married for three years, she had never said anything so filthy to her own husband. Now she was saying it to her brother.
He didn’t waste time with questions. He grabbed her wet hair, yanked her head back, and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like cheap wine and desperation. Her hand went straight to his crotch, squeezing his already hard dick through his jeans. “Fuck, it’s bigger than I remember,” she moaned against his lips.
They didn’t make it to the bedroom. He bent her over the kitchen table, yanked her skirt up, and ripped her panties down her thighs. Her pussy was dripping. Literally dripping onto the floor. He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “You came here to cheat on your husband with your own brother. Say it.”
“I’m cheating with my brother,” she panted. “I want my brother’s cock in my cheating cunt.”
He didn’t bother with foreplay. He spat on his dick once, lined up, and slammed all the way inside her in one thrust. She screamed. The table legs scraped across the tile. He fucked her like he hated her, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every brutal stroke. Her tits spilled out of her top and he grabbed them, twisting her nipples until she yelped.
“Harder,” she begged. “Make me forget I’m married. Fuck your sister like the slut she is.”
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He could see her wedding ring glinting every time she grabbed the edge of the table. That made him fuck her even rougher. He leaned down and growled in her ear while he pounded her. “Your husband’s probably asleep right now while his wife gets her married pussy destroyed by her brother’s dick.”
She came first, loud and messy, squirting around his cock, soaking his balls and the floor. He didn’t stop. He kept slamming into her through the spasms until her eyes rolled back. Only then did he pull out, drag her off the table, and push her to her knees. She opened her mouth without being told. He fucked her throat until spit ran down her chin and onto her tits. When he came, he pulled out and painted her face, thick ropes landing on her lips, cheeks, and eyelashes.
She licked what she could reach, then scooped the rest into her mouth with her fingers. “I’m not done,” she said, voice hoarse. “Take me to your bed. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
They went upstairs. He made her call her husband while he ate her pussy from behind. She told him she was staying at a friend’s house, voice shaking because her brother’s tongue was buried in her ass. As soon as she hung up, he flipped her over and fucked her again, slower this time but just as deep, making her feel every inch. She came twice more before he filled her pussy.
They lay there afterward, sweaty and breathing hard. She traced the bite mark she’d left on his shoulder. “I’m coming back tomorrow night,” she said. “And the night after that.”
He didn’t answer. He just rolled her onto her stomach again and slid back inside her cum-filled cunt, already getting hard for round three. She pushed back against him and moaned like the cheating incest slut she’d become.
