I was lying on my bed with my legs spread wide under the thin covers, phone long forgotten in one hand while the other circled my swollen clit through my completely soaked thong. My breath was shaky and ragged. God, I was so fucking wet. Not the cute, dainty kind of wet girls get when they're a little turned on. This was the messy, aching, can't-think-straight, pussy-drooling kind of wet that left me embarrassed even when I was alone in my own room.
My thong was plastered to my folds like a second skin, the thin black fabric dark and shiny, completely drenched with my thick, creamy arousal. Every tiny movement made my swollen clit throb angrily against the soaked material, sending sharp little shocks of desperate need through my whole body. I could feel how puffy and sensitive my pussy had become, how my inner folds were sticking together slickly with how much I was creaming. "mmm.. so wet..ngh!"
The house was quiet except for the muffled sounds bleeding through the wall from his room; sharp gunshots, explosions, and his deep, cocky voice muttering "fuck yeah" every time he got a kill. My little brother. Eighteen now. Voice deeper than it used to be. Shoulders broader. That stupid, innocent, heart-melting smile he gave me at dinner like he had no idea he was making his big sister's cunt throb and leak under the table the entire meal.
I'd been wet for hours. Since I saw him walk out of the bathroom earlier wearing nothing but a towel slung dangerously low on his hips, water still dripping down his chest and abs. "so fucking hot!" Those gray sweatpants hanging so low I could see the sharp V of his hips and the soft, heavy outline of his cock shifting when he laughed at something on his phone. That innocent little bulge that used to mean absolutely nothing to me. Now it made my mouth water and my pussy clench so hard it actually hurt.
I'd tried so hard to ignore it. Scrolled TikTok mindlessly for almost an hour. Watched dumb videos. Even tried to touch myself earlier and forced myself to stop halfway like a good big sister should. But every single time I closed my eyes, there he was; shirtless in the hallway, sweatpants hanging low, that soft bulge swaying with every step. The same little brother I used to boss around and tease mercilessly when we were younger. The one whose dirty laundry I'd been secretly stealing for months now, burying my face in his worn boxers and hoodies while I fingered myself like a depraved fucking creep in my own room, inhaling his scent until I came shaking and guilty. God, forgive me for I'm a slut!
My fingers slipped under the drenched fabric of my thong and pushed inside me. Two fingers slid in with almost no resistance; I was that soaked. Thick, warm, creamy slick immediately coated my knuckles as I pumped them slowly in and out. My pussy made soft, wet, obscene squelching sounds with every thrust, it reminded me of the noise wet slime used to make when we were little.. insane that I had that reference in my head right now.. I could feel my walls fluttering and squeezing greedily around my own fingers, desperate for something thicker, something real.
"This is so fucking wrong," I whispered desperately to the empty room, voice cracking with shame. But my hips rolled anyway, pushing my fingers deeper, chasing that filthy pleasure. You're finger-fucking your own cunt while fantasizing about your baby brother. The guilt twisted in my stomach… and my pussy clenched even harder around my fingers because of it, gushing more warm cream down my hand and onto the sheets.
I pictured his mouth instead of my fingers. That soft, full lower lip. "Ah…! yess" The way he'd probably look up at me from between my thighs; first shocked, then hungry, eager to please his big sister like the good boy he'd always been. God, he would be so good for me, won't you lil bro! My clit was swollen and pulsing hard against my thumb. I was so close. My thighs were trembling uncontrollably. My nipples were painfully hard, aching under my shirt like they were begging to be sucked and bitten.
Then I heard him laugh through the wall; loud, boyish, happy and something deep inside me finally snapped.
I didn't let myself cum.
I yanked my fingers out with a wet, filthy sound, wiped the thick, stringy cream on my inner thigh, and sat up on shaky legs. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. This is insane. He's your brother. Your little brother. But my pussy was clenching and fluttering around nothing, aching so badly it actually hurt — empty, greedy, and leaking fresh warm cream steadily down my thigh like a desperate, pathetic slut who couldn't control herself anymore.
I was about to walk into his room and put my dripping cunt in his face. The same face I used to wipe clean after he ate ice cream as a kid. The same boy I promised Mom I'd always look out for. The same kid who used to crawl into my bed during thunderstorms because he was scared of the dark and trusted me more than anyone else in the world. And here I was, soaked and shaking, ready to ruin both of us. The shame burned so hot it made my nipples tighten even more.
I didn't bother putting on shorts. I stayed in just the oversized band tee I was already wearing — nothing underneath except the tiny black thong that was now completely ruined, sticking obscenely between my puffy, dripping folds. My nipples were rock-hard, poking obviously against the thin cotton like they were begging to be sucked and bitten by the same mouth I was about to ruin.
I could smell myself in the air around me. Mmmhh... Hnn… sweet, horny, slightly musky. The unmistakable scent of a big sister who was dangerously close to crossing a line she could never uncross.
Good. Let him smell how wet his big sister is for him. Let him know exactly what he does to me.
I walked down the hall on bare feet, thighs slick and sliding wetly against each other with every single step. My swollen pussy lips felt hot and puffy, rubbing and sliding together obscenely with every movement. The thong was wedged tight between my folds, rubbing my sensitive clit relentlessly and forcing me to bite my lip hard to stop myself from moaning out loud. A fresh, warm trickle of my cream ran slowly down the inside of my thigh all the way to my knee, making me feel dirty and exposed.
By the time I reached his door, my hands were shaking uncontrollably. My breathing was fast and shallow. My pussy was throbbing so hard it felt like a second heartbeat between my legs, begging to be filled by the one person who should never, ever touch me. I kept seeing that little boy version of him in my head — the one who used to fall asleep with his head on my shoulder while I read him comics — and it made my cunt clench harder, not softer. The contradiction was sick and perfect.
I didn't knock.
I just pushed his door open and stepped inside, my bare feet silent on the carpet.
He was sitting at his desk, headset on, controller moving fast in his hands, completely locked into his game. The room smelled strongly of him; warm boy sweat mixed with faint energy drink sweetness, and that deep, familiar skin scent that always made my stomach flip and my pussy clench with forbidden need. He glanced over when I entered, eyebrows lifting in mild surprise, still half-focused on the screen.
"What's up?" he asked, voice casual, like it was any normal night.
"Nothing," I said. My voice came out low and rough, almost hoarse with how badly I was aching.
I walked straight to his desk and hopped up on the edge, right next to his monitor. The cool wood pressed against the backs of my bare thighs and made me shiver. He paused the game. The room went suddenly, dangerously quiet except for the sound of his PC fans and the sound of my own heartbeat hammering wildly in my ears.
I lifted one leg slowly and planted my foot firmly on the desk, knee bent high, opening myself up even more. Then I brought the other foot up and rested it on the arm of his gaming chair. My legs were spread wide open now, thighs parted shamelessly, putting my tiny black thong on full display right in front of his face.
Cool air kissed my soaked pussy and I shivered hard, feeling how completely exposed and vulnerable I was. My thong was stretched tight between my thighs, the thin fabric dark and wet, clinging to every curve of my swollen pussy. I could feel how puffy and hot it had become, how my inner folds were sticking together with thick, glossy cream. A fresh trickle of my arousal slowly escaped from my hole and ran down toward my asshole.
He stared.
His eyes were locked between my legs, wide and unblinking. His breathing had changed; deeper, heavier. The controller sat forgotten in his lap as he took in the sight of his big sister's dripping cunt only inches from his face.
My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy. This is it. There's no going back now. You're about to make the same mouth that used to call you Sis in that soft, trusting voice taste your cunt. You're about to turn the boy you promised to protect into the one who ruins you.
I reached down with shaking fingers, hooked two digits into the thin, drenched strip of fabric, and slowly slid my thong to the side, pulling it all the way over until nothing was hidden.
My bare pussy was right there… completely exposed, inches from his face.
My puffy outer lips were swollen and flushed a deep, needy pink, parted slightly to reveal my shiny, creamy inner folds. My swollen clit was peeking out, hard and throbbing visibly with every heartbeat. I was literally drooling onto his gaming setup. My pussy looked completely obscene; glossy, creamy, visibly pulsing, and so wet that my inner thighs were shiny with my own mess. A fresh bead of cream slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down toward my asshole as he watched.
I held myself open for him like that, trembling, letting him look at every filthy, wet detail of his big sister's cunt. The cool air made my exposed clit twitch. I could feel how hot and slick I was, how my pussy was visibly clenching and fluttering under his stare, begging for attention.
This was the same little brother who used to crawl into my bed during storms. Now I was showing him my soaked, twitching pussy like a desperate whore. The guilt sat heavy in my throat… and somehow it made everything throb harder.
He froze completely. His mouth fell open. His eyes flicked rapidly from my dripping cunt up to my face and back down again, like his brain was short-circuiting. The front of his gray sweatpants twitched hard, the thick outline of his cock jumping visibly and starting to swell fast against the fabric, pushing obscenely against the material.
I didn't say a single word.
I just slid my fingers into his messy hair, gripped it tight, and pulled his face forward. "W-wait—? Mh—!"
His nose pressed against my mound first, hot and firm. His warm breath fanned over my swollen clit and I shivered violently. "Sis…? What're you— nngh—" Then his mouth opened and his tongue dragged slow and flat up my entire slit, collecting every drop of my thick, creamy slick in one long, hungry lick. The wet, filthy sound was loud in the quiet room. He groaned, low and shocked, and the deep vibration buzzed straight through my clit like electricity. "You smell like… mmph…"
"Fuck," I whispered, my hips jerking against his face. "That's it, baby… taste your big sister."
He hesitated for half a second; just a tiny, stunned pause.. and that small moment of shock made my pussy clench with filthy, depraved excitement. My little brother. My sweet, innocent little brother's tongue was inside me. The same mouth that used to call me "Sis" in that soft, trusting voice. I should have felt sick. Instead I fisted his hair tighter and rolled my hips against his face, feeding him more of my cream while the shame twisted deeper in my stomach. You're using the exact trust he's always had in you. You're turning the boy who believed you would always keep him safe into the one who is about to drown in your cunt.
Then he dove in like he'd been starving for me his whole life.
His tongue pushed inside me, fucking in and out desperately, thrusting deep into my tight, dripping hole like he was trying to drink every drop straight from the source. "Nnhh… so wet… tastes so fucking good!" I could actually hear the filthy, wet sounds; loud, obscene slurping and gulping as he eagerly swallowed my thick, creamy juices. He was drinking me down greedily, like he couldn't get enough of his big sister's pussy, like he'd been dying for this taste for years.
"Ah—! God, yes… just like that…" I moaned.
His nose rubbed perfect, firm pressure against my swollen clit with every stroke, grinding against that sensitive little nub and sending sharp sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. I kept one hand fisted tight in his messy hair, gripping so hard my knuckles turned white, pulling his face even deeper into my cunt. My other hand was braced on the desk behind me, fingers digging into the wood as my tits pushed forward against my thin shirt, my nipples so painfully hard they felt like they might tear through the fabric.
He sucked my clit between his soft, warm lips and sealed his mouth around it, sucking hard while his tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I nearly came right then and there. A broken moan tore out of my throat as my thighs started shaking uncontrollably around his head. I couldn't help myself… I ground my dripping pussy harder against his mouth, riding his face shamelessly, smearing my creamy juices all over his lips, nose, and chin.
Fuck… my little brother is devouring my cunt like he's starving for it.
The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room.. loud slurping, desperate gulping, my own shameless whimpers mixing with the filthy noise of him eating me. More of my thick cream kept gushing out onto his tongue with every thrust of his fingers and every hard suck on my clit. I was making such a mess, but I couldn't stop. I rolled my hips faster, fucking his face, using his mouth like a toy while my legs trembled violently around him.
"Oh my God… you're so good at that," I panted, voice breaking. "My little brother eating my pussy like a good boy… fuck, I'm so fucking soaked for you."
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his lips shiny and swollen, chin and cheeks already dripping with my cream. "Sis… you're dripping down my chin," he muttered, voice hoarse and amazed, almost reverent. Then he buried his face again, sucking harder, two thick fingers sliding up and pushing deep into my tight hole without asking. They stretched me so perfectly. I was clenching around them rhythmically, creamy white coating his knuckles every time he pumped them in and out, making wet, obscene squelching sounds.
This is your brother. Your little brother. You're letting him tongue-fuck you on his gaming desk like a filthy whore. The same desk where I used to sit next to him and help him with math homework when he was thirteen, patient and big-sisterly, never imagining that one day I'd be grinding my dripping cunt on his face right here. The guilt burned hot through my chest and made everything ten times hotter. My pussy fluttered hard around his fingers, more slick gushing out onto his tongue and chin in messy waves as I rode his face shamelessly. And the worst part — the part that made my clit pulse harder against his nose — was how eager he was. How hungry. How ready to please me. I felt powerful and predatory and sick with it all at once.
I was right on the edge, thighs trembling violently, when I suddenly yanked his head back by the hair.
"Mmph—! Wha—?!" His face was completely wrecked.. mouth open, lips swollen and glossy, chin and cheeks shiny and dripping with my juices. His eyes were dark and wild. His cock was straining so hard against his sweatpants that there was a huge, dark wet spot where he was leaking like crazy.
"Bed," I said, voice shaking with raw, overwhelming need. "Now."
He rolled back so fast the chair nearly tipped over, eyes blown wide, mouth shiny and glistening with my slick. I yanked him by the wrist, hard enough that he stumbled forward, and shoved him down onto the bed. He landed on his back with a soft thud, legs dangling off the edge, staring up at me like I was some kind of sex demon sent to ruin him. Maybe I was.
My thighs were still shaking. I was breathing hard, almost panting. My pussy was throbbing so violently it felt like a second heart between my legs. I hooked my thumbs into the hem of my oversized band tee and peeled it off slowly over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. My tits bounced free.. soft, heavy, full and nipples flushed dark pink and painfully stiff, begging for attention.
He looked at them like he'd never seen tits before in his life. His eyes were huge, hungry, almost disbelieving.
I cupped them in my hands, squeezing the soft flesh, then pinched my own nipples hard between my fingers, twisting them just to watch his reaction. "Look what you do to me, little brother," I whispered, voice thick with lust and shame. "Look how hard my nipples get just thinking about you."
He tried to say something.. maybe a joke, maybe a weak protest.. but I climbed on top of him before he could finish and sat hard on his lap, pressing my soaked, bare pussy right against the thick outline of his cock through his sweatpants. I could smell myself on his face "Mmmhh.." my horny, musky scent all over his mouth and chin. I wanted it everywhere. On his skin. On his cock. Inside him.
Fuck, this is so wrong. He's my little brother and I'm rubbing my wet cunt all over his cock like a filthy slut.
I rocked my hips in slow, deliberate circles, letting my soaked pussy lips spread open over the thick, hard ridge of his cock through the thin cotton. The fabric was getting darker every second as I soaked him. Every shift dragged my swollen clit back and forth along his length, the friction so intense it made my eyes roll back. I pinned his wrists above his head with both hands and rocked even slower, dragging my dripping clit up and down his covered shaft, teasing us both mercilessly.
The squelching sound was loud and obscene in the quiet room.. wet, filthy, unmistakable. He whimpered while looking up at me, eyes glassy, mouth slack, like he couldn't believe what was happening.
My pussy was so wet the squelching was completely shameless. I rubbed myself up and down his cock, not letting him inside, just grinding my slick folds along his trapped length, coating him in my cream. His hips bucked up desperately, trying to get more, but I held him down with my weight. I liked having him trapped under me — all that young muscle and horny energy, completely helpless beneath his big sister. I was the older one. The one who was supposed to protect him. And I was the one destroying that role in real time, grinding my dripping cunt on his cock like it belonged to me.
"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you?" I whispered, my voice breathless and edged with dark laughter. I was drunk on power, on lust, on every filthy thought I'd ever had about him since the night I caught him jerking off to the sound of my shower.
He nodded frantically. Couldn't even speak.
"You want to fuck your own sister," I said, grinding harder, dragging my clit along his covered cock with filthy purpose. "That's so fucking messed up…!"
"I know," he gasped. His voice broke, thick with desperate need. "Please, sis. Please."
God, he sounds so wrecked. So pathetic and horny and perfect. I released his hands. He immediately grabbed my ass with both fists, kneading the soft flesh, spreading my cheeks, dragging me harder against his cock like he was dying for it. He was so hard I could feel every ridge and vein through his pants. The tip must've been leaking like crazy.. he'd always been a heavy cummer, used to sneak off after school and blow massive loads that left his boxers stiff and crusty. I wondered if he ever thought about me during those sessions. The idea made my hole clench harder.
I kept grinding, dragging my swollen clit along his covered length again and again, letting the aching pressure build until my thighs trembled. I shifted back, straddling his thighs, and tugged his sweats down roughly. His cock sprang out, angry red and glistening at the tip. Thick veins spiraled up the shaft, and it curved up aggressively against his stomach, the head swollen and leaking a fat, shiny bead of precum. It looked bigger than I remembered from the accidental glimpses.. full veiny cock, nothing "little" about it anymore. I couldn't stop staring. I wanted to taste him so bad it physically hurt.
I ducked down and licked the drop of precum off the tip. Salty, bitter, intoxicating. I sucked the fat head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it slowly, just to tease him. He groaned loudly, hips twitching, cock bumping the roof of my mouth. I gagged a little and drew back, letting thick strings of spit and precum drool out and drip messily down his length. I smeared it around with my palm, stroking him slow and tight, watching his abs tense and flex with every pass.
He was panting now, almost whimpering. "God, sis, I'm gonna cum—"
I let go immediately. "Not yet," I said, voice mean and dripping with lust. "You're gonna cum inside me."
His eyes glazed over with pure, desperate lust as I crawled up his body like a predator. His hands flexed hard on my thighs, fingers digging deep into my soft flesh as if he was trying to anchor himself to reality. I reached down between us with a trembling hand and wrapped my fingers around the thick, throbbing base of his cock. It was burning hot and so hard it felt like steel wrapped in velvet skin. I lined him up with my dripping, aching pussy and started rubbing the fat, swollen head up and down my slit, coating every inch of him in my thick, creamy juices until I was dripping even more, making an absolute mess between us.
I kept rubbing his cockhead over my swollen folds, deliberately bumping the sensitive underside against my throbbing clit over and over again, making myself whimper and moan like a desperate whore. Every slow pass sent sharp, electric jolts of pleasure shooting through my core. My pussy clenched greedily around nothing, trying to suck him inside, begging for what it knew it shouldn't have.
This is my little brother's cock. I'm rubbing my own baby brother's dick against my dripping cunt like a depraved slut. And I'm the one who decided. I'm the one who walked in here. I'm the one who is about to make sure neither of us can ever look at each other the same way again — not at family dinners, not on holidays, not when Mom asks how we're both doing. That future version of us is already dying and I can feel it.
Then I sank down.
"Sis— wait, it's too— nngh—!" he whimpered, I didn't stop.
The stretch burned in the most delicious, sinful way possible. "Ahhh…! God, you're so thick…" Inch by thick, veiny inch he split me open. I had to go painfully slow.. he was so thick and I was so tight. My virgin-tight walls resisted at first, then gradually surrendered, stretching around his massive girth with a deep, aching fullness that made my eyes water and my breath catch in my throat. I could feel every single vein, every ridge, every heavy pulse as he invaded my body. My pussy fluttered wildly around him, gripping and rippling, trying desperately to adjust to the overwhelming size of my little brother's cock. "F-fuck, you're squeezing me so tight… ahh—"
When his cock finally bottomed out, I sat perfectly still for a long moment, just impaled on him, my insides fluttering and rippling around his thickness like my body was trying to milk him already. His hands slid slowly up my waist, holding me steady, and he searched my face with wide, worried, lust-drunk eyes; "You okay…? Does it hurt…? Nnh—"
My little brother's cock is inside me. All the way inside me. He's buried balls-deep in his big sister's cunt.
The realization hit me like the most addictive drug I'd ever tasted. "Ohhh… all the way in… mmh…" A filthy, overwhelming rush of shame, guilt, and pure ecstasy flooded every inch of my body, making my nipples tighten even harder and my pussy clench violently around him.
"I'm more than okay… I'm starving… I'm ravenous…"
I rose up slowly until just the fat head was stretching my entrance, then sank back down, feeling every thick inch open me up all over again. Fuck. He's so deep. I slammed down harder, completely possessed, my body no longer feeling like it belonged to me. Each time I bottomed out, his cock slammed against that perfect, sensitive spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes and pulled broken, filthy moans from my throat. The obscene, wet squelch of my soaked cunt swallowing him whole echoed loudly off the walls of his bedroom. The sound was filthy. Wet. Lewd. Perfect. Addicting.
He mauled my tits with both hands, fingers digging in so hard I knew they'd leave dark bruises for days, twisting and pinching my sensitive nipples until I screamed in pleasure-pain. When I crashed my mouth against his in a violent kiss, I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting copper mixing with my own tangy essence. This moment branded itself permanently into my soul — my little brother destroying me from the inside out, stretching me wide open, claiming me, ruining me for any other man who would ever come after him. And I was the one who made it happen. The older sister. The protector. The one who was supposed to keep him safe. Instead I was fucking him like I owned him.
I started riding him faster, slamming down with raw, animalistic need, grinding my swollen clit hard against his base on every single stroke. My heavy tits bounced wildly in his face. Sweat was dripping down my back and between my breasts. My pussy made constant, sloppy, squelching sounds as I fucked him like I was trying to break him.
"Don't stop, baby," I gasped, my voice completely wrecked and dripping with lust. "Gonna cum on your cock.. gonna cum all over my little brother's dick like a filthy, sister slut."
He grabbed my tits even harder, pinching my nipples almost cruelly as he begged me with a broken, desperate voice, "Please cum for me, sis. Please. I need to feel you. I need it so bad."
The coil inside me snapped violently. "Ahhh—! Fuck—!"
I came harder than I ever had in my entire life. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, blinding and raw, my cunt spasming wildly and violently around his thick cock, milking him with powerful, rhythmic contractions that refused to let go. I screamed, "Nngh—! Ahhh!" not sure if it was his name or just a wordless, broken cry of pure ecstasy.. and crashed forward, mouth on his, biting his tongue hard, tasting blood and spit and the salt of my own sweat. My pussy gushed around him in powerful waves, soaking his groin and thighs with my cream as wave after endless wave crashed through my body.
He came at the exact same time. "Sis—! Fffuck— I'm—!"
His cock jerked and swelled deep inside me, becoming even thicker as he shot thick, hot, heavy pulses of cum straight into my womb, just like I needed. I felt every single powerful spurt.. rope after rope after rope flooding me, filling me up until I felt bloated and overflowing with my little brother's seed. "Hah… sis… can't stop…" It was so much cum that it started leaking out around his cock even while he was still pumping hard, mixing with my own wetness and making a filthy, creamy mess across his groin and thighs.
"Mmph… so full… keep going…" I rode it out like a woman possessed, grinding through the intense aftershocks, wringing every last drop from him, clenching my pussy around his cock to milk him completely dry. My limbs were shaking uncontrollably by the time the pleasure finally started to fade. I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us gasping, clutching each other desperately, ruined and perfect in the most sinful, beautiful way possible.
We stayed like that, tangled and shivering, for a long, long time. His warm cum kept slowly dripping out of my wrecked pussy, running down my thighs and pooling on his skin. My pussy was completely ruined.. lips swollen and red, clit still twitching with powerful aftershocks. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck, but in the best, most addictive way imaginable.
I finally collapsed beside him, chest heaving, legs still trembling. His arms snaked around me immediately, pulling me tight against his sweat-slick body like he never wanted to let go.
"Jesus Christ," he murmured, his voice hoarse and distant, almost in disbelief. "I never thought…"
"I know," I whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his temple, tasting the salt on his skin. "We're so fucked."
The words hung there between us, heavier than they used to be. I could still feel his cum leaking out of me in slow, thick pulses, warm and sticky, and every little drip was a reminder that I was still his sister. Still the person who once promised our mother I would always look out for him. Still the one who used to wipe ice cream off his face and read him comics during storms. And now I was the one who had just taken his cock to the root and milked every drop of his cum into my cunt like it was the only thing I'd ever wanted.
I didn't feel pure regret. That was the part that scared me most. I felt the addiction forming in real time — the way my pussy was already twitching around the emptiness, wanting him hard again, wanting another load, wanting to keep him inside me until neither of us could remember what normal used to feel like.
He shifted a little, still holding me, and his voice came out quiet and rough. "Sis… what happens now?"
I didn't have a clean answer. Just the truth, messy and imperfect like everything else tonight.
"I don't know," I said, fingers tracing slow, absent lines across his chest. "But I already know I'm not done with you."
Even as the words left my mouth, I was already wondering how soon I could get him hard again. How many more times I could make my little brother fill me up tonight. How many loads I could take before the sun came up.
Because now that I'd had him… I didn't think I could ever stop. And the worst part — the part that made my heart race and my cunt ache all over again — was that I didn't want to.