The old farmhouse creaked under the summer heat, but the real fire was between us. I slammed the screen door behind me, sweat sticking my shirt to my chest, and there she was—my sister Lisa, bent over the kitchen table in nothing but a thin tank top and cutoff shorts that barely covered her ass. She was 22, I was 24, and we'd been circling this shit for years since our parents died and left us the place.
"Fuck, it's hot," she muttered, wiping her brow, her big tits jiggling as she straightened up. Her nipples poked hard through the fabric. I didn't look away. She caught me staring and smirked. "What, little brother? Never seen tits before?"
I dropped my tools and grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around. "Cut the bullshit. You've been teasing me all week, walking around like that." My cock was already straining against my jeans. I shoved my hand down the front of her shorts, fingers sliding straight into her wet pussy. She was dripping, no panties, just slick heat.
Lisa moaned low and dirty. "Yeah, that's it. Finger your sister's cunt. Been waiting for you to stop being a pussy about it." She ground against my hand, her clit swelling under my thumb. I pumped two fingers deep, curling them to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. Her juices ran down my wrist.
We didn't make it to the bedroom. I ripped her shorts down, bent her over the table, and freed my thick cock. It slapped against her ass, heavy and veined. "You want this dick?" I growled, rubbing the head along her slit.
"Stop talking and fuck me," she snapped, pushing back. I thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. Her pussy clenched tight around me, hot and greedy. I pounded her right there, the table legs scraping the floor with every slam. Her ass rippled, tits mashed against the wood. She reached back and spread her cheeks, giving me a better view of my cock stretching her open.
"Harder, you bastard. Fuck your sister's hole like you mean it." Her dirty mouth drove me wild.
I gripped her hair, yanked her head back, and railed her faster, balls slapping her clit. She came first, screaming, pussy spasming and squirting a little around my shaft. That pushed me over. I unloaded deep inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt until it leaked out around my cock.
We weren't done. I pulled out, spun her, and shoved her to her knees. "Clean it." Lisa opened wide and sucked me sloppy, tasting her own cream mixed with my load. She deep-throated like a pro, gagging but not stopping, spit and cum dripping down her chin.
That night we moved to the couch. She rode me reverse, ass bouncing while I slapped it red. "Tell me how much you love your brother's cock," I ordered.
"Love it," she panted. "Love getting fucked by family dick. Fill me up again." I did, pumping another load into her while she rubbed her clit raw.
By morning we'd fucked in the barn, against the truck, and in the shower. No shame, just raw need. We were hoegrown, dirty, and addicted. Every time she called me "brother" while my cock was buried in her, it got filthier and better. We kept the farm running, but the real harvest was between her legs every damn night.
