She showed up at my apartment after midnight, rain-soaked and smirking like she already knew what was going to happen. My little sister, twenty-two now, tight tank top plastered to her tits, nipples hard from the cold. I hadn’t seen her in two years. The second the door closed she dropped her bag and said, “I’m horny as fuck and I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
I didn’t waste time asking why. I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around and shoved her face-first against the wall. “You came here to get fucked,” I growled in her ear. She pushed her ass back against my cock and nodded.
“Yeah. Been thinking about your dick since I left. Get it out.”
I yanked her shorts down. No panties. Her pussy was already wet, lips puffy and glistening. I dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks and buried my tongue in her from behind. She tasted sweet and dirty at the same time. I licked her clit hard, then shoved two fingers straight into her cunt and pumped them while she moaned and clawed at the wall.
“Fuck, yes. Finger that hole. I’m so wet for you.”
I stood up, freed my cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit. She was dripping down her thighs. One hard thrust and I was buried to the balls in my sister’s pussy. She was tight, hot, and squeezed me like she’d been waiting years for it.
We didn’t make it to the bedroom. I fucked her right there in the hallway, hands gripping her hips, slamming into her so hard her tits bounced and her forehead bumped the wall. She reached back and spread her ass for me so I could watch my cock disappear into her.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck your sister harder. Use that cunt.”
I pulled out, spun her around and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around me and I dropped her straight back onto my dick. She rode me like that, arms around my neck, bouncing up and down while I sucked on her nipples through the wet tank top. Every time she slammed down she grunted, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
I carried her to the couch and bent her over the arm. From behind again, deeper this time. I reached under and rubbed her clit in fast circles while I pounded her. She came first, pussy clenching and gushing around my cock, legs shaking. I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it until she was whimpering.
“Fill me up,” she panted. “Cum in your sister’s pussy. Do it.”
I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back and unloaded deep inside her, thick ropes pumping into her cunt while she pushed back to take every drop. When I pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs. She reached between her legs, scooped some up and licked her fingers clean, looking me in the eye.
We didn’t sleep much that night. She sucked me hard again on the living room floor, taking my cock all the way into her throat until her eyes watered. I ate her pussy while she sat on my face, grinding and dripping my own cum back into my mouth. Later I fucked her ass for the first time, slow at first then rough, her face buried in a pillow while she begged for more.
By morning she was on her back on the kitchen table, legs spread wide, my cock sliding in and out of her sloppy, cum-filled pussy while she played with her clit and told me every filthy thought she’d had about me over the years.
She stayed the whole weekend. We fucked in every room, in every position, raw and dirty like we’d both been waiting our whole lives for it. When she finally left Sunday night she kissed me at the door and whispered, “Next time I want you to bring a friend. I want to watch you fuck someone else while you call me your sister.”
I already knew I’d be texting her the next day.
