We had the house to ourselves for the whole weekend. Mom and Dad were gone, and at twenty-five and twenty-three, my sister Lena and I had been circling this for years. The second the door closed behind them, she walked into the living room in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, nipples already hard. “We’re doing this,” she said. “No stopping until we can’t move.”
I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard, tongue pushing into her mouth while my hands slid under her top to squeeze her tits. She moaned into the kiss and reached down to rub my cock through my jeans. “Get it out,” she ordered. I unzipped and she dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, wrapping her lips around my thick shaft and sucking like she’d been waiting forever. She took me deep, gagging a little but not pulling off, spit running down her chin as she worked me with her mouth and hand.
After a few minutes I pulled her up, ripped the tank top off, and bent her over the couch. I yanked her panties aside and slammed into her wet pussy in one thrust. She cried out, pushing back against me. “Fuck me hard,” she gasped. I did, gripping her hips and pounding into her, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet house. Her cunt clenched around me, hot and tight, and she came fast, legs shaking, juices dripping down her thighs.
We didn’t stop. I flipped her onto her back on the couch, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove in deep again. Slow at first, then faster, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. She reached down to rub her clit while I fucked her, eyes locked on mine. “Deeper,” she begged. I gave it to her, bottoming out with every stroke until she came again, walls pulsing around my cock.
We moved to the bedroom.
She climbed on top, sank down on me, and rode like she was trying to break the bed. I held her ass and thrust up to meet her, our bodies slapping together. Sweat slicked her skin. She leaned forward so I could suck her nipples while she ground on my dick. We stayed like that for a long time, her bouncing, me driving up, both of us moaning filthy shit—how good her pussy felt, how she wanted my cum, how we should have started this years ago.
I flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind again, slower this time, long deep strokes that made her whimper and push back for more. My hands spread her ass so I could watch my cock disappear into her soaked hole. She reached back to finger her clit and came hard, face buried in the pillow. I kept going, dragging it out, making her ride the edge until she was begging to come again.
We switched positions constantly. Missionary with her legs wrapped around me. Her on top facing away so I could watch her ass bounce. Side by side with one of her legs hooked over mine so I could rub her clit while I fucked her slow and deep. Every time I got close I pulled out, kissed down her body, ate her pussy until she was shaking, then slid back inside. We fucked for hours like that—raw, sweaty, nonstop.
By the time the sun came up we were still going, her riding me in the middle of the bed, both of us exhausted and desperate. She came one last time, body trembling, and I finally let go, pumping thick loads deep into her while she moaned my name. We collapsed tangled together, breathing hard, already knowing we weren’t leaving the bed until we had to.
