We were stuck in the house together all through 2020, just me and my sister Emma. Mom and Dad were working from home but mostly holed up in their office, leaving the two of us to kill time in the basement rec room. Emma was twenty-two, two years older than me, and she’d gotten curvier since college shut down. I caught myself staring at her ass in those thin yoga pants every time she bent over to grab the remote.
One night the parents went to bed early. Emma was scrolling on her phone in just a tank top and panties, nipples pushing hard against the fabric. “Bored as fuck,” she muttered. I was on the couch across from her, dick already half-hard from watching her shift around.
“Same,” I said. “Wanna watch something dirty?”
She smirked, that dirty little smile she got when she was feeling bold. “Like what? Porn?”
“Yeah. Incest shit. It’s all over the place this year.”
Emma laughed but didn’t say no. She scooted closer until our thighs touched. I pulled up a video on my phone—brother and sister, home alone, the girl climbing into his lap. We watched in silence for a minute, the only sounds the wet slaps and moans coming from the tiny speaker.
Emma’s breathing changed. Her hand rested on my thigh, then slid higher. “You’re hard,” she whispered.
“Obviously.”
She squeezed my cock through my sweats. “Fuck, that’s thick. You ever think about doing this for real?”
I didn’t answer with words. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. The kiss was messy, tongues sliding, teeth clicking. She tasted like cherry lip balm and bad decisions. Emma climbed into my lap, grinding her soaked panties against my dick while I shoved the tank top up and sucked on her tits. Her nipples were stiff and pink, perfect for biting.
“Take it out,” she hissed. “I want to see my little brother’s cock.”
I shoved my sweats down. My dick sprang up, veiny and leaking. Emma wrapped her hand around it and stroked slow, thumb smearing the precum. “God, it’s bigger than I thought. Bet it would stretch my pussy so good.”
She stood, peeled her panties off, and straddled me again. Her cunt was shaved smooth and dripping. She rubbed her slit along my shaft, coating me in her juices, then sank down in one slow motion. We both groaned loud enough that I slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Quiet,” I warned. “They’ll hear.”
Emma rode me anyway, bouncing hard, tits jiggling in my face. Every time she dropped down I felt her cervix kiss the head of my cock. “Fuck your sister,” she panted into my ear. “Fill that forbidden pussy.”
I gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her. The couch creaked under us. Her cunt clenched tight every time I bottomed out.
I reached between us and rubbed her clit in fast circles until she came, biting my shoulder to stay quiet while her pussy fluttered and gushed around me.
She didn’t stop moving. “Don’t pull out,” she begged. “Come inside me. I want to feel my brother’s load leaking out all night.”
I flipped her onto her back on the couch, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and pounded her deep. The wet sounds were filthy—skin slapping, her cunt squelching around me. Emma’s eyes rolled back as I hammered her G-spot. “Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me like you’ve wanted to since we were teens.”
I came with a low growl, pumping rope after rope of thick cum straight into her womb. She milked every drop, legs locked around me so I couldn’t pull out. When I finally slid free, my cum oozed out of her swollen pussy and down her ass.
We didn’t stop there. Emma got on her knees and licked me clean, sucking our mixed mess off my cock until I was hard again. I bent her over the arm of the couch and took her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other smacking her ass while I watched my dick disappear into her creamy hole. She came twice more before I flooded her again.
By the time we finally snuck upstairs, both of us reeked of sex. Emma kissed me at her bedroom door, tongue tasting like my cum. “Tomorrow night,” she whispered. “I want it in my ass.”
2020 was a long year, but we made the most of every locked-down night after that.
