I walked into the kitchen after midnight and there she was, my little sister, bent over the counter in nothing but a tiny tank top and panties. At twenty-three she still lived at home, and I had just turned twenty-six. The house was dead quiet. Mom and Dad were gone for the weekend.
"Fuck, you scared me," she said, straightening up. Her nipples were hard under the thin cotton.
"You shouldn't walk around like that," I told her, voice low.
She looked right at me. "Why not? You gonna do something about it?"
That was all it took. I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around. My cock was already stiff in my shorts. I shoved the tank top up and sucked one nipple hard while she moaned and ground against me. Her hand went straight down my pants and wrapped around my dick.
"God, you're huge," she whispered. "I've thought about this for years."
I yanked her panties down and pushed two fingers into her pussy. She was soaked. "You want your brother's cock that bad?"
"Yes," she breathed. "I want you to fuck me raw and come inside me. Fill me up."
I bent her over the counter again, kicked her legs apart, and freed my cock. No teasing. I lined up and drove straight in. She was tight and hot and dripping. I fucked her hard from the start, the wet slap of skin loud in the kitchen. Her tits bounced against the granite every time I slammed in.
"Harder," she begged. "Use me. I'm your slut tonight."
I reached around and rubbed her clit while I pounded her. She came fast, pussy clenching around my shaft, but I didn't stop. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I shoved back inside. We kissed messy and deep while I fucked her. She kept talking dirty the whole time.
"Give me that cum, big brother. I want it deep. I want to feel it leaking out of me for hours."
I grabbed her ass and hammered harder. The counter creaked. Sweat ran down my back. Her nails dug into my shoulders. When I felt my balls tighten I buried myself all the way and let go. Thick ropes of cum pumped straight into her cunt. She held me there, grinding, milking every drop.
We didn't move for a minute. My cock stayed inside her, softening slowly while my load stayed trapped. When I finally pulled out, a thick white string followed and dripped onto the floor. She reached down, scooped some up with two fingers, and licked them clean.
"Again," she said. "Take me to your room. I want you to fuck another load into me before morning."
We barely made it to the bed. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, sliding down onto my cock while it was still slick with our mess. She rode me slow at first, then faster, tits bouncing, pussy making filthy wet sounds every time she dropped down. I reached up and pinched her nipples.
"Tell me how it feels," I growled.
"Full," she panted. "Your cum is still inside me.
You're stirring it up. I love it."
She came again, shaking, then collapsed forward so I could flip her onto her back. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drilled down into her. The angle let me go deeper. She kept begging.
"Creampie me again. Breed your sister's pussy."
I came even harder the second time, flooding her until it overflowed around my cock and ran down her ass. We lay there panting, my cock still twitching inside her. After a while I pulled out and watched the thick cream spill out of her swollen hole. She reached down and pushed two fingers inside, scooping some out and spreading it over her clit.
We fucked twice more that night. Once in the shower with her hands on the tiles while I took her from behind and pumped another load deep. Once in my bed with her on all fours, ass up, while I held her hips and emptied my balls one last time. By sunrise she was leaking my cum from both loads and the new one, thighs shiny and sticky.
She kissed me before she left my room. "Next weekend they're gone again," she said. "Don't make plans."
I watched her walk down the hall, my cum still trickling down her leg, and knew we were only getting started.
