The barn smelled like fresh hay, sweat, and the thick musk of animals. At twenty-two, I knew better than to follow my brother Jake in there after dark, but the way his eyes had locked on me during dinner left no choice. We were alone on the farm for the weekend, parents gone, and the old wooden doors creaked shut behind us like they always did when we were kids hiding out.
Jake didn't waste time with words. He grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and shoved me face-first against a stack of bales. "Been thinking about this cunt all day," he growled, yanking my shorts and panties down in one rough pull. His fingers went straight between my legs, spreading my folds and pushing two thick digits inside without warning. I was already soaked, and he laughed low and dirty. "Knew it. Little sister dripping for her brother's cock again."
I pushed back against his hand, grinding on those fingers while he finger-fucked me hard and fast. "Shut up and fuck me, Jake," I hissed, reaching back to fumble with his belt. His cock sprang out heavy and hot, the head already leaking. I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft and stroked him once, twice, smearing precum down the length.
He pulled his fingers free, slapped my ass hard enough to sting, then lined up and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. My pussy stretched around him, taking every inch until his balls pressed tight against my clit. "Fuck, yes," I moaned, loud and unashamed. The barn echoed with the wet slap of skin on skin as he started pounding me, hips snapping forward without mercy. Hay scratched my bare thighs, but I didn't care. All I wanted was that deep, filthy stretch.
Jake reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he fucked me. "This pussy's mine, you hear? No one else gets to wreck it." His voice was raw, breath hot on my neck. I clenched around him, loving the way he talked to me like that, like we were just two animals rutting in the dark. He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the bale, and shoved my legs wide. Then he drove back in, deeper this time, grinding his pelvis against mine on every stroke.
Sweat dripped from his chest onto my tits. I clawed at his shoulders, pulling him down so I could bite his lip. "Harder, brother. Make me come on that big dick." He obliged, pounding faster, the barn filling with the sound of our bodies colliding and my increasingly desperate moans. When his thumb pressed hard on my clit again, I broke, coming with a sharp cry that made the horses shift in their stalls.
My walls fluttered and squeezed, milking him.
Jake didn't stop. He fucked me straight through the orgasm, chasing his own. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted. "Want my cum leaking out of this tight little cunt while you walk back to the house." The dirty promise pushed me over again, a smaller aftershock rippling through me. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low groan, hot pulses flooding my insides.
We stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. Then he pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from me onto the hay. "Round two in the loft," he said, already hard again. "Gonna eat that messy pussy first."
I smiled, legs still spread, already reaching for him. The night was young, and the barn had plenty of shadows left to hide us.
