The moment the door clicked shut behind our parents, the air in the house changed. Sarah and I were alone for the whole weekend, both of us twenty-four and still carrying the same filthy secret we’d started two years ago. She looked at me across the kitchen, biting her lip, and I knew exactly what was coming.
“Been thinking about your cock all week,” she said, voice already low and dirty. “Get it out.”
I didn’t waste time. I shoved my jeans down right there and my dick sprang up, thick and already leaking. Sarah dropped to her knees on the tile and wrapped her hand around it, giving one slow stroke before she opened her mouth and swallowed half of me in one go. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, sucking hard like she was starving for it.
“Fuck, sis,” I groaned, grabbing her hair. “Suck that dick like you mean it.”
She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed faster, gagging when I pushed deeper. I could feel her throat working, tight and wet, and I knew she loved it when I used her mouth like this. She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “I want you to fuck my face until I choke on it.”
So I did. I held her head and thrust, watching my cock disappear between her lips again and again. Her eyes watered but she kept looking up at me, hungry. When I pulled out, strings of spit connected her mouth to my shaft.
“Bedroom. Now,” I ordered.
She stripped on the way, leaving a trail of clothes. By the time we hit the bed she was naked, tits bouncing, pussy already glistening. I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs wide, staring at her shaved cunt.
“Look how wet you are for your brother,” I said, dragging two fingers through her folds. “This pussy’s dripping just thinking about getting fucked by family cock.”
Sarah whimpered and lifted her hips. “Stop teasing and put it in. I need it deep.”
I lined up and slammed home in one thrust. She cried out, back arching, as I bottomed out.
Her cunt was hot, tight, and perfect, gripping me like it never wanted to let go. I started pounding right away, no slow build, just raw hard strokes that made the headboard slam the wall.
“Yes! Fuck me harder!” she yelled. “Use that incest cock on me!”
I grabbed her ankles and folded her legs back, drilling into her at a brutal angle. Every thrust made wet sounds fill the room. Her tits shook with the force. I leaned down and sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp and clench around me.
“Tell me whose pussy this is,” I growled against her skin.
“Yours,” she panted. “My brother’s pussy. Fuck it like you own it.”
I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in. Doggy was always filthy with us. I slapped her ass hard, watching the red handprint bloom while I railed her. She reached back and spread her cheeks for me, showing everything.
“Deeper,” she begged. “I want to feel you in my guts.”
I gave it to her, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. Sweat dripped off me onto her back. She was moaning nonstop now, pushing back to meet every stroke. When I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit, she came hard, pussy pulsing and squirting around my cock.
I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it until her legs shook. Then I pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest.
“Open,” I said.
She did, tongue out. I jerked my cock fast and shot thick ropes across her face and tongue. Some landed on her tits. She swallowed what she could and licked her lips, looking wrecked and satisfied.
We weren’t done.
After a short break I was hard again. Sarah climbed on top this time, sinking down on my dick with a long moan. She rode me slow at first, grinding her clit against me, then faster, tits bouncing in my face. I sucked them while she used me, both of us talking filthy the whole time.
“Love riding my brother’s cock,” she gasped. “Love feeling it stretch me open.”
“Gonna fill that cunt this time,” I warned her. “Pump you full of my load.”
“Do it. Breed your sister.”
Her words pushed me over. I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard as I came, flooding her pussy. She kept moving, milking every drop until it leaked out around my shaft.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her. Eventually she collapsed on my chest, both of us sticky and satisfied.
“Same time tomorrow?” she whispered.
I answered by rolling her onto her back again. The weekend was just getting started.
