We stumbled into the apartment at two in the morning, both of us hammered from the family reunion that had gone on too long. My sister Lena kicked the door shut behind us, laughing that loud, sloppy laugh she only gets when she's had too many shots. Her dress was riding up her thighs, and I couldn't stop staring at the way her ass moved as she headed for the couch.
"Fuck, that was boring," she slurred, flopping down and patting the spot next to her. "Sit with me, big brother. Tell me why you kept looking at me all night."
I sat too close on purpose. The booze made everything feel hot and loose. "You looked good in that dress," I said, voice already rough. "Too good for a family thing."
She smirked and leaned in, her breath smelling like whiskey and mint. "Yeah? You want to see more?" Before I could answer she pulled the strap off one shoulder, letting one full tit spill out. Her nipple was already hard. I didn't think, just reached over and grabbed it, squeezing hard. She moaned and pushed into my hand.
"Goddamn, Lena," I muttered, yanking the other strap down so both tits were out. I leaned in and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp. My hand went straight between her legs, shoving the dress up to her waist. No panties. She was already wet, slick and hot when my fingers slid through her folds.
"Finger me," she demanded, spreading her thighs wider. "Do it rough like you mean it."
I shoved two fingers straight into her cunt, pumping hard and fast while my thumb rubbed her clit. She was dripping down my knuckles in seconds, hips bucking against my hand. "You like your brother's fingers in your pussy?" I growled against her tit.
"Yes, fuck yes," she panted, reaching for my belt. She got my cock out quick, wrapping her hand around it and stroking fast. "It's so fucking thick. I knew it would be."
I stood up long enough to shove my pants off, then pulled her dress over her head. She was naked on the couch now, legs spread, cunt shiny with juice. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, licking her from asshole to clit in one long stroke. She tasted like salt and heat and alcohol. I sucked her clit hard while I shoved three fingers back inside her, stretching her open.
Lena grabbed my hair and ground against my mouth. "Eat it, you dirty fuck. Make your sister come on your tongue."
She came fast, thighs clamping around my head, cunt pulsing and flooding my mouth. I kept licking through it until she was shaking.
Then she pushed me onto my back on the floor. "My turn." She straddled my face first, grinding her soaked pussy on my mouth while she leaned down and took my cock deep into her throat. The angle was perfect. I could tongue-fuck her hole while she gagged on my dick, spit running down my balls. She sucked like she was starving, bobbing fast and sloppy, the wet sounds filling the room.
I slapped her ass hard. "Ride my cock now. I want to feel that tight cunt around me."
She spun around and sank down on my dick in one smooth motion. We both groaned loud. She was burning hot inside, gripping me like a fist. She started bouncing right away, tits swinging, ass slapping against my thighs. I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, pounding deep.
"Fuck me harder," she begged. "Split your drunk sister open."
I flipped us so she was on her back, legs over my shoulders. I drove into her with everything I had, the couch scraping across the floor from the force. Her cunt made wet, filthy sounds every time I bottomed out. I reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I fucked her.
"Come again," I ordered. "Come on your brother's cock."
She did, screaming my name, nails digging into my back as her pussy spasmed around me. That pushed me over. I pulled out at the last second and stroked my cock twice before shooting thick ropes across her tits and stomach, some landing on her chin. She rubbed it into her skin like lotion, then licked her fingers clean while looking me in the eyes.
We lay there breathing hard for a minute.
Then she grinned that same sloppy grin. "Round two in the shower?"
I was already getting hard again. "Yeah. And this time I'm fucking your ass."
She laughed and pulled me up. We never made it to the shower. We fucked on the kitchen table next, then bent over the bathroom sink, her drunk moans echoing off the tiles while I pounded her from behind. By the time the sun came up we were sore, sticky, and still half-drunk, but neither of us regretted a single thrust.
