Ima had always been the one who got what she wanted in our family, and that night she wanted my cock buried deep in her cunt while our parents slept down the hall. She was twenty-two, all thick thighs and heavy tits that bounced when she walked, and she cornered me in the kitchen after everyone else went to bed. "Come on, little brother," she whispered, grabbing my dick through my shorts. "You know you've been staring at these tits since you were old enough to get hard. Time to do something about it."
I shoved her against the counter and yanked her tank top down. Her nipples were already stiff, dark and begging to be sucked. I latched on, biting just hard enough to make her hiss, then shoved two fingers straight into her pussy. She was dripping wet, no panties, just slick heat that clenched around my hand. "Fuck, yes," she groaned, grinding down on my fingers. "Get me ready. I want that fat dick stretching me open."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. She dropped to her knees right there on the linoleum and hauled my cock out. Her mouth was hot and greedy, tongue swirling around the head before she took me to the back of her throat in one sloppy thrust. Spit ran down her chin as she gagged on it, eyes watering but never looking away. I fucked her face hard, hands tangled in her hair, listening to the wet sounds fill the quiet house. When I pulled out she stood up, turned around, and bent over the table, ass up, legs spread. "Put it in me. Now."
I slammed into her from behind. Her cunt was tight and greedy, sucking me deeper with every thrust. She pushed back, meeting me stroke for stroke, whispering filthy shit over her shoulder. "That's it, fuck your big sister's pussy. Pound it like you own it." Her tits swung under her, slapping the table. I reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles until she came, biting her own arm to stay quiet while her walls fluttered and squeezed.
We weren't done. She pulled me to the couch, climbed on top, and sank down on my cock again, riding me slow and deep at first, then faster, her heavy ass slapping my thighs. I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, watching my dick disappear into that soaked pussy over and over. When I got close she leaned down, tits in my face, and hissed, "Come inside me. Fill your sister's cunt."
I unloaded hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep while she kept grinding, milking every drop.
We stayed locked together, breathing heavy, until she climbed off and licked me clean with long, slow strokes of her tongue. "Same time tomorrow," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "And next time I'm bringing Mom's vibrator."
The house stayed quiet, but we didn't. Every night after that she found new ways to take me—against the shower wall with water running to cover the sounds, on the living room floor with her legs over my shoulders, even once in the garage with her bent over the hood of Dad's truck. She was loud when she came, dirty when she talked, and always hungry for more. Ima got exactly what she wanted, and I gave it to her every single time.
