I never planned on fucking my sister. But when she came back from the provinces to our small Manila apartment, all curves and that thick Pinay accent, things changed fast. Ate was twenty-two, two years older than me, and she had that soft brown skin that glowed under the cheap fluorescent lights. She moved in after losing her job, sharing the tiny bedroom because the living room couch was busted.
The first night she stripped down to her panties right in front of me, not even bothering with the bathroom. “It’s hot as hell, kuya,” she said, fanning herself. Her heavy tits swayed as she climbed into the single bed we had to share. I tried to look away but my cock was already hard, pressing against my shorts.
By the second week the tension snapped. We were both sweaty from the afternoon humidity, lying side by side. Her ass brushed my thigh and she didn’t pull away. Instead she reached back, grabbed my dick through the fabric, and whispered, “You’ve been staring at my tits every night. You want to fuck your ate?”
I didn’t answer with words. I yanked her panties down and shoved two fingers straight into her wet pussy. She was soaked, tight, and she moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
“Fuck, yes, finger your sister’s cunt.” I pumped her hard, thumb on her clit, until she came shaking on my hand.
She rolled over, pushed me onto my back, and straddled me. Her dark nipples brushed my chest as she lined my cock up with her entrance and sank down in one slow, filthy slide. “God, you’re thick,” she groaned, riding me raw. Her ass slapped against my thighs while she bounced, tits swinging. I grabbed her hips and thrust up, pounding her pussy like I’d wanted to for years.
We didn’t stop. She flipped onto all fours and I took her from behind, slamming into that dripping hole while she begged, “Harder, kuya, wreck your sister’s cunt.” I reached around and rubbed her clit until she squirted all over the sheets. Then I pulled out, shoved my cock into her mouth, and fucked her throat until I flooded it with cum. She swallowed every drop and licked me clean.
After that we fucked every chance we got. Morning quickies in the shower, her bent over the sink while I pounded her from behind. Afternoon sessions on the bed with her legs over my shoulders, her pussy gripping me so tight I thought I’d lose it every time. Night after night she’d climb on top, whispering dirty Tagalog mixed with English—“Putang ina, fuck me deeper, breed your ate”—until we both came hard and loud.
One weekend the power went out. We lit candles and she rode me slow and deep on the floor, sweat dripping between her tits onto my chest. I flipped her onto her back, spread her wide, and fucked her missionary until the mattress squeaked and she came twice, clenching around my cock. When I was close she wrapped her legs around me and hissed, “Cum inside me, kuya. Fill your sister’s pussy.” I buried myself to the balls and pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep into her.
We kept going until the sun came up. She sucked me hard again, then sat on my face so I could eat her creampied cunt while she sucked me off. Sixty-nine turned into her on top again, grinding until we both came one more time.
By morning we were sticky, exhausted, and already planning the next round. She smiled, kissed me, and said, “This is our secret, kuya. Nobody else gets this pussy.” I pulled her close, already hard again, knowing the Manila nights were only going to get hotter.
