John shoved open his sister’s bedroom door without knocking. “Been thinking about that pussy all fucking day, Sarah,” he growled, already yanking his shirt off. She was twenty-four, sprawled on her bed in nothing but a tiny tank top that barely covered her tits. Her legs were spread, and she smirked like she’d been waiting for exactly this.
“Took you long enough, big brother,” she said, sliding two fingers between her folds and showing him how wet she already was. “Come eat this cunt before you wreck it.”
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the mattress and buried his face between her thighs. No teasing, no slow licks—just straight tongue-fucking her dripping hole while his nose rubbed her clit. Sarah grabbed his hair and ground against his mouth. “That’s it, John.
Suck your sister’s clit like you mean it.” He sucked hard, two thick fingers pumping inside her, curling until she was cursing and shaking.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come on your face,” she moaned, and she did, thighs clamping around his head while her juices coated his tongue. He didn’t stop until she pushed him back, panting. “Now fuck me. Put that big brother cock in me raw.”
John stood, shoved his jeans down, and slapped his heavy dick against her soaked pussy. He rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating himself in her mess. “You want your brother’s cock stretching this tight cunt?” he asked, voice low and filthy.
“Stop talking and shove it in,” she snapped, hooking her heels behind his ass and pulling him forward. He slammed home in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so hard her bed slammed the wall. Sarah cried out, back arching, tits bouncing under the tank top. John didn’t give her time to adjust—he started pounding, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass with every stroke.
“Goddamn, your pussy’s gripping me like it never wants to let go,” he grunted, reaching up to yank the tank top down so her tits spilled free. He squeezed one hard, pinching the nipple while he fucked her. Sarah reached down and rubbed her clit fast and dirty, eyes locked on where his thick cock disappeared inside her.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck your sister like you hate me.” He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in from behind. The new angle let him hit deeper; she screamed into the pillow while he railed her, one hand fisted in her hair, the other smacking her ass red. Sweat dripped off his chest onto her back. Every thrust made wet, obscene sounds fill the room.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her again, and shoved back inside missionary so he could watch her face while he ruined her. “Gonna fill this cunt up,” he warned, pace turning frantic. “Gonna pump my sister full of cum.”
“Do it,” she begged, legs locked around him. “Breed me, John. Come in your little sister’s pussy.” Her words pushed him over. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick pulses of cum flooding her while she came again around him, milking every drop.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. John pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her swollen pussy. Sarah reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and sucked them clean. “Round two in the shower,” she said, already standing on shaky legs. “And this time I want it in my ass.”
John grinned, already getting hard again. “Whatever my sister wants.”
