I walked into the kitchen late that night and there she was, my sister Lena, bent over the counter in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. She was 23, I was 25, both home from college for the weekend, and the house was dead quiet. I had been jerking off to thoughts of her for years, but tonight the air felt thick with it.
"Fuck, Lena," I said, my voice already rough. "What are you doing up?"
She straightened slowly, turning to face me. Her nipples poked hard against the cotton. "Couldn't sleep. Kept thinking about you down the hall." She stepped closer, eyes dropping to the bulge in my shorts. "Looks like you were thinking about me too."
I didn't waste time. I grabbed her hips and yanked her against me, grinding my hard cock on her stomach. "Been thinking about this pussy for months. You gonna give it to me or keep teasing?"
She reached down and squeezed my dick through the fabric. "Shut up and fuck me already, big brother."
I spun her around, bent her over the counter again, and ripped her panties down. Her ass was round and perfect. I slapped it once, hard, then spread her cheeks. She was already dripping. Two fingers slid straight into her wet cunt and she moaned loud.
"Yeah, that's it," I growled, pumping them fast. "So fucking soaked for your brother's cock."
Lena pushed back on my hand. "Put it in. I want that thick dick stretching me."
I shoved my shorts down and lined up. One thrust and I buried every inch inside her. She was tight, hot, and greedy.
I fucked her like I had been waiting forever, slamming deep, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The counter shook. She reached back and spread herself wider so I could see my cock disappearing into her.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck your sister harder."
I gripped her hair and pounded. Skin slapped loud in the kitchen. Her pussy clenched and she came with a sharp cry, juices running down my shaft. I didn't stop. I kept drilling until my own orgasm built and I flooded her cunt, pumping thick ropes inside her.
We didn't talk much after. I just carried her to the couch, laid her down, and ate her out while my cum leaked from her. She grabbed my head and ground on my tongue until she squirted on my face. Then she rolled me onto my back, climbed on, and rode me reverse, ass bouncing while she told me exactly how long she had wanted her brother's cock.
By morning we had fucked in the shower, against the bedroom door, and once more on the living room floor. She was on her knees swallowing my load when our parents' car pulled into the driveway. We cleaned up fast, but the secret was out between us.
Every visit home since has been the same raw, filthy routine. She texts me one word when she wants it: "now." I show up, bend her over whatever is closest, and fuck her until she's shaking and full. No romance, no hesitation. Just two adults who finally stopped pretending they didn't want to ruin each other.
The last time she visited my apartment she showed up in a short skirt with no panties. I had her bent over the kitchen table within minutes, skirt flipped up, pounding her while she moaned "fuck me like your dirty little sister." I came deep inside her again, then made her sit on my face so I could taste us mixed together. She left that night with my cum still dripping down her thighs and a smile that said she would be back soon for more.
That's how it stays. Direct. Filthy. No apologies. Just the two of us, using each other exactly how we both need.
