I pulled into the prison parking lot with my heart hammering and my pussy already wet. My brother Jake had been locked up for three years on some bullshit drug charge, and today was the day the state finally approved our conjugal visit. No glass, no phones, just a private room and two hours alone. We both knew exactly what we wanted.
I signed in, went through the searches, and followed the guard down the hall. The room was small, concrete walls, a narrow bed, a toilet in the corner, but it had a door that locked from the inside. Jake was already there when they brought me in. He stood up, six feet of hard muscle and prison tattoos, eyes locked on me like he was starving.
"Lock it," he said the second the guard left.
I slammed the bolt home and turned. Jake crossed the room in two strides, grabbed me by the hips, and shoved me against the door. His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue pushing deep, tasting like desperation and cigarettes. His hands were everywhere, yanking my shirt up, squeezing my tits hard through my bra.
"Fuck, sis," he growled against my lips. "Three years. Three fucking years I've been jerking off thinking about this pussy."
I reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. It was already rock hard and thick. "Show me how bad you want it."
He spun me around, bent me over the bed, and ripped my jeans and panties down in one rough pull. Cool air hit my bare ass. Jake dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face between my legs, tongue dragging from my clit all the way back to my asshole. I moaned loud, not caring who heard. He licked me like a man who hadn't eaten in years, sucking my clit, tongue-fucking my cunt, spitting on my hole and pushing a finger in while he ate me.
I came fast, legs shaking, grinding back on his face. "Jake, fuck, don't stop."
He stood up, unzipped, and slammed his cock into me in one hard thrust. No warning, just thick meat stretching me open. I cried out, gripping the thin mattress. He fucked me like he was trying to punish me for every day we couldn't touch, hips slapping loud against my ass, balls swinging, one hand fisted in my hair.
"Take it," he snarled. "Take your brother's cock. This pussy's mine now."
I pushed back, meeting every thrust.
"Harder. Fuck me harder, Jake. I've been waiting too."
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and shoved back in. My legs went over his shoulders. The bed creaked under us. Sweat dripped off his chest onto my tits. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me yelp and clench around him.
We changed positions fast. I rode him, bouncing on that thick cock, tits swinging, while he slapped my ass and told me how tight I felt. Then he put me on all fours again and spread my cheeks, spitting on my asshole before working a finger in while he kept fucking my pussy. I came again, screaming his name, pussy pulsing around him.
Jake pulled out, flipped me, and straddled my chest. "Open." I opened my mouth and he fed me his cock, still wet from my cunt. I sucked him deep, tasting myself, while he fucked my throat. When he was close he pulled back, jerked off fast, and painted my tits and face with thick ropes of cum. Some landed on my tongue and I swallowed it down.
We had time left. He cleaned me up with his tongue, then ate me out again until I came on his face. We fucked once more, slower but still dirty, him on top, staring into my eyes while he pumped another load deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and held him there, feeling every throb.
When the guard knocked, we were dressed again, but the room smelled like sex and sweat. Jake kissed me hard one last time before they took him away.
"Next visit," he said, voice low. "I'm putting it in your ass."
I walked out on shaky legs, already counting the days.
