The snow was still falling hard when I got back to the cabin. I kicked the door shut behind me, boots dripping, and there she was—my little sister, all grown up at twenty-five, sprawled on the couch in nothing but an oversized sweater and tiny panties. Mom and Dad had bailed early for their cruise, leaving us the place for the week. Surprise.
“Fuck, it’s cold out there,” I muttered, dropping my bag. My eyes dragged over her bare thighs. She didn’t cover up. Just smirked and took another sip of whiskey.
“Missed you too, big brother.” Her voice was low, already a little drunk. She shifted, and the sweater rode higher, flashing the edge of her shaved pussy. My cock twitched in my jeans. We’d always flirted like this, but the parents kept us in check. Not tonight.
I poured myself a glass and sat too close. The fire popped. Her leg brushed mine. “You look good,” I said. “Real good.”
She laughed, dirty and direct. “You staring at my cunt, or just saying that?” She spread her legs wider on purpose, letting me see the wet spot on the cotton. “Been thinking about this all day. You home, me wet, no one to stop us.”
That was all it took. I grabbed her thigh, hard, and yanked her toward me. Our mouths crashed together, tongues fighting, teeth scraping. She tasted like whiskey and want. My hand shoved under the sweater, finding her tits, squeezing until she moaned into my mouth. Nipples hard as pebbles. I pinched one and she arched, grinding against my leg.
“Fuck, yes,” she hissed. “Touch me like you mean it.”
I ripped the sweater off. Her tits spilled out, full and heavy. I sucked one nipple deep, biting just enough to make her yelp and grab my hair. My free hand slid down, fingers pushing past the panties, finding her soaked slit. Two fingers shoved straight into her tight cunt. She was dripping, clenching around me.
“Oh god, brother, finger-fuck me,” she begged, hips bucking. I pumped them fast, thumb rubbing her swollen clit in rough circles. Her juices coated my knuckles. She came quick and loud, pussy pulsing, thighs shaking, cursing my name.
I stood, unzipped, and hauled my cock out. Thick, veined, already leaking. She dropped to her knees without asking, mouth open. “Give it to me.” She swallowed half in one go, gagging, spit running down her chin. Her tongue worked the underside while she stroked the base. I fucked her face, holding her head, balls slapping her chin. She looked up at me with watery eyes, loving every inch.
“Gonna cum down your throat if you keep that up,” I warned. She pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to my dick.
“No. Fuck me. Right here. Raw.” She bent over the couch, ass up, panties yanked aside. Her pussy was pink and glistening. I lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. She screamed, half pain, half pleasure. I didn’t slow down. Hard, filthy strokes, skin slapping, her juices squelching every time I bottomed out.
“Deeper, fuck your sister deeper,” she panted. I reached around, rubbing her clit while I pounded her. She came again, cunt milking me, but I kept going. Flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and drilled her missionary style, watching her tits bounce. Sweat dripped off me onto her stomach.
We moved to the rug in front of the fire. She rode me next, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, tits in my face. I sucked them while she bounced, ass cheeks slapping my thighs. “Fill me up,” she demanded. “Cum in your sister’s pussy.”
I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, exploding inside her. Hot ropes of cum pumped deep. She came with me, shaking, nails digging into my chest. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking out around my softening cock.
Later, after more whiskey, she sucked me hard again. This time I bent her over the kitchen table and took her ass. Slow at first, then rough, her fingers working her clit while I stretched her tight hole. She begged for it, dirty talk spilling out nonstop. “Use my ass, brother. Make me your holiday fucktoy.”
We fucked until dawn—on the stairs, in the shower, her riding my face while I licked her cum-filled pussy clean. Every position, every hole. No guilt, just raw need finally let loose.
By morning the snow had stopped. We lay tangled on the couch, sticky and satisfied, already planning the next round. The parents would never know. This was our holiday surprise, and we were keeping it.
