She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts. The hem barely covered her ass. He was sitting at the table with a beer, staring at his phone, but his eyes lifted the second she stepped in.
“Put some fucking clothes on,” he said, voice low.
She smirked and opened the fridge, bending over on purpose. “It’s hot. And you’re my brother, not my dad. Why the hell do you care?”
He stood up fast. The chair scraped. Two steps and he was behind her, grabbing her hips hard. “Because I’ve been watching that ass for weeks and I’m done pretending I don’t want to wreck it.”
She straightened but didn’t pull away. His cock was already pressing against her through his jeans. Thick. Hard. She pushed back a little, testing.
“Yeah?” she said. “Then stop talking and do it.”
He spun her around, yanked the shirt up over her head, and shoved her against the counter. Her tits bounced free. He grabbed one, squeezing rough, thumb flicking the nipple until it stiffened. His mouth dropped to the other, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he muttered against her skin. “Been jerking off thinking about these.”
She reached down and squeezed his cock through his pants. “Then get it out. I want to see what I’ve been missing.”
He unzipped fast, shoved his jeans down, and his cock sprang free—long, veined, the head already leaking. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, slow and tight. He groaned.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
She dropped. No hesitation. She opened her mouth and took him straight to the back of her throat in one go. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face, hips snapping, spit running down her chin onto her tits.
“Goddamn, you suck cock like a whore,” he growled. “My little sister’s a fucking slut for it.”
She moaned around him, eyes watering, and took him deeper. When he pulled out she gasped for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.
“Get up. Bend over the table.”
She did. He kicked her legs apart, lined up, and drove into her pussy in one rough thrust. She was soaked. He bottomed out and stayed there, grinding.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said, pulling back and slamming in again. “This cunt was made for me.”
He fucked her hard. The table creaked. Skin slapped. She reached back and spread her ass so he could watch his cock disappear inside her.
“Deeper,” she begged. “Use me. Fill your sister’s pussy.”
He grabbed her hips and pounded faster, one hand sliding around to rub her clit in tight circles. She came first—legs shaking, pussy clenching around him, moaning loud enough the neighbors might hear.
He didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun her, lifted her onto the table, and shoved back in. Missionary now. Her legs over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her messy, tongues sliding, tasting each other while he fucked her deep and steady.
“Gonna cum inside you,” he warned.
“Do it. Breed me. I want it.”
He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded—thick pulses filling her until it leaked out around his cock. He stayed inside her, breathing hard, forehead against hers.
They didn’t move for a long minute. Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from her swollen pussy.
“Round two in the shower,” he said.
She smiled, already sliding off the table. “Only if you fuck my ass this time.”
He followed her down the hall, already getting hard again.
