The sun was beating down hard on the old family farm when I finally cornered my sister in the barn. We had been dancing around it for weeks, ever since our parents left for the city. She was twenty-two, all long legs and tight ass from working the fields, and I was twenty-four with a cock that got hard every time I watched her bend over.
"Fuck, sis," I said, grabbing her by the hips and spinning her around. "You been teasing me with that body all damn day."
She didn't fight it. Her shorts were already damp with sweat and something more.
"Shut up and fuck me then, brother. I've been wet thinking about your dick since breakfast."
I yanked her shorts down right there by the hay bales. Her pussy was shaved smooth and glistening. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in it, tongue lashing her clit while she moaned loud enough to scare the chickens. She tasted sweet and dirty, like the farm itself. I licked her deep, sucking on her lips until her thighs shook around my head.
"Goddamn, eat that cunt," she growled, grinding on my face. "Make your sister come before you stick it in me."
I did. She came hard, flooding my mouth with juice while she cursed and pulled my hair. Then I stood up, dropped my jeans, and slammed my thick cock straight into her. No slow start. Just raw, deep fucking. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, hot and tight. I pounded her against the bales, balls slapping her ass with every thrust.
"Harder, you fucker," she hissed. "Fuck your sister's pussy like you mean it."
I did. I grabbed her tits under her tank top, pinching her nipples while I railed her. Sweat poured off us. The barn smelled like hay and sex. She came again, screaming my name, her walls pulsing around my shaft. I didn't stop. I flipped her over, bent her forward, and took her from behind, watching my cock stretch her hole wide open.
"Look at that," I grunted. "My dick disappearing into your greedy cunt. You love getting fucked by family, don't you?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Don't stop. Fill me up."
I lasted longer than I thought, pounding her through two more orgasms until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her pussy, leaking out around my cock as I kept thrusting through it. She milked every drop, pushing back on me until I was empty.
We didn't talk much after. Just cleaned up and went back to work. But that night, after dark, she came to my room. We fucked again, slower but still filthy, her riding me while she whispered every dirty thing she wanted her brother to do to her. By morning we had done it in the shower, against the kitchen counter, and once more out in the fields under the stars.
The farm never felt the same after that. Every chore turned into a chance to bend her over something and drive my cock into her again. She took it everywhere—mouth, pussy, even her ass one rainy afternoon in the tractor shed when she begged for it. We kept it secret, but the heat between us burned hotter than the summer sun.
We never stopped. The farm was ours now, and so was each other.
