“Yes,” I groaned.

  “I love you, big brother,” she grinned, her hips shaking as she pulled off her headband. Her brown hair fell about her face and shoulders, sweeping around as she shook her head.

  “That's hot,” I groaned.

  She beamed at me, her hips rolling. “You think I'm hot, big brother?”

  “Yeah.” My mouth was so dry. “Yeah, I do.”

  Her fingers went to the buttons of her dress. “Good.”

  I squirmed on the couch, my dick throbbing so hard as I watched her fingers work each button of her dress. My heart pounded in my chest as she revealed her snowy flesh. Then the racy red of her bra. She dressed like a frumpy church wife, but her underwear was so hot, so sexy. It was so shocking to see such a lacy bra, the material transparent in spots, letting her pink areolas and nipples peek through.

  She shrugged out of her blouse and wiggled the skirt down her hips, exposing her white tights covering her racy, red panties. They almost were a thong cut. Such a naughty pair of panties. She stepped out of her skirt and turned, showing her ass. The panties only covered the top half of her butt-cheeks before the fabric narrowed into a strip vanishing into her crack and clinging to her pussy.

  “Yes,” I panted, rubbing my dick through my jeans as she peeled off her tights, exposing the creamy flesh of her butt clad in those panties. “Those are hot. I love them.”

  “My cheekies?” she asked, bending over, the crotch tight against her pussy. She smacked the naked part of her ass. “They're so naughty. I just had to buy them. It makes me feel so wicked walking around in them and no one knows. No one but you, big brother.”

  “Yeah,” I panted as she stepped out of her tights. She was so slim and sexy.

  She straightened, reaching behind her and unfastening her blouse. I licked my lips, squeezing my cock so hard through my jeans as she shrugged out of her bra straps. They slipped down her arms, the cups sliding away from her breasts. She dangled her bra to her right, giving me a teasing look over her shoulder before she dropped it.

  “Where did you learn to do that?” I groaned.

  Her cheeks when crimson. “Um...porn. And I practiced in my bedroom.”

  “Stripping.”

  “Yeah,” she said, wiggling her hips, her ass swaying. “For you.”

  “Damn, I love it.”

  She turned around slowly, her round breasts jiggling. They were a lush pair, ivory flesh bleeding into pink areolas, her nipples small but hard, thrusting at me as she faced me. She trembled, putting her hands on her hips, trying to look sexy, but at the same time there was a vulnerability about her, a fear glittering in her eyes.

  “You are the sexiest girl, sis,” I panted. “Damn, I am the luckiest big brother in the world. Your tits are amazing.”

  Every word relaxed her, transforming her pose from the vulnerable into the sensual as her confidence swelled. Her smile grew smokier. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, the fear vanishing from her eyes, replaced by smoldering desire.

  Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her hips. I had already seen her pussy when I pulled them off her hips just hours ago, but I still salivated, leaning forward as the first brown curls of her bush appeared. She rolled her panties down farther and farther, exposing more of her pubic hair, and then her slit half-hidden by her curls. I smelled her excitement, a tart musk that only made me harder.

  “Now it's your turn,” she grinned. “Let me see my sexy big brother naked.”

  I blushed. “Really? You think I'm sexy?”

  She nodded her head, her hands stroking up and down her body. “You are so cute. All my friends whisper about you.”

  “Really?” I grinned at her, arching an eyebrow.

  “I'm not having a threesome with you and one of my friends,” she told me, eyes narrowing.

  “Had to try,” I shrugged as I stood and peeled off my t-shirt.

  I played soccer for school and my body was tanned by a summer practicing and playing with my friends. She let out an appreciative moan, licking her lips. I grinned at her as I unfastened my jeans, pushing them down along with my boxers, my cock popping out hard, bobbing before me, my balls aching.

  “Tada,” I said, standing naked.

  “Come on, let me see that ass,” Jenny purred.

  “Girl's like a guy's ass?” I asked, glancing down at my dick. “What about my cock?”

  “Girls like muscular chests and tight asses. Cocks are okay, I guess.”

  “Huh,” I said, turning, letting her stare at my ass. I gave her a booty shake which made her clap.

  “Yay, shake that ass!” she cheered, sounding like a guy at a strip club. Then she smacked my right cheek and squeezed it. “I'm so glad I can do this, big brother.”

  “Yeah,” I groaned as she pressed against me, her pussy and silky pubic hair rubbing on my butt-cheeks, my cock throbbing as she ground on me.

  “You're all mine.” Her hands slipped around my stomach, rubbing my abs as she ground on me. I straightened my back, her nipples hard against me. Her lips kissed between my shoulder blades.

  “And you're mine,” I groaned, my dick growing hotter.

  “Oh, what are you going to do to me?”

  “Devour you.” I spun in her embrace, my dick smacking into her hip. She giggled as I seized her, pulling her naked body tight against mine, her breasts rubbing on my chest as I kissed her hard.

  I pushed her down on the couch as our tongues wrestled, my cock rubbing on her stomach, throbbing. My sister felt so hot against me. I shivered, my tongue probing deep into her mouth as I kissed her. She was so hot. So lithe. I wanted to fuck her so badly. But her pussy brushed my balls, so hot and wet and in need of her big brother's attention.

  I broke the kiss as she squirmed on the couch. I kissed down her neck, my hands stroking her sides, finding her breasts. I shuddered as I cupped her naked tits, squeezing their firm plumpness. I loved how soft they were. How they felt in my hands.

  And how my little sister moaned as my lips reached her nipples.

  “Big brother,” she gasped as I sucked on a pink nub.

  My tongue explored her nipple. The texture felt delicious on my tongue, winkled and silky at the same time. I sucked hard, making her buck and shudder. I nibbled on it, doing everything I remembered from porn. I sucked so hard, taking as much into my mouth as I could while my fingers played with her other nipple.

  I pinched and rolled the little nub. I loved the sounds my sister made. She gasped and moaned, squirming, her legs spasming, brushing my naked sides. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts while I played with her nipples. I made her moan and gasp. And that was so hot.

  “Big brother,” she kept moaning. It was such a sexy thing to hear. My heart beat faster every time. “Love you, big brother.”

  “Love you, too,” I moaned between sucks on her wonderful nipple.

  My right hand wandered down her body as I kept playing with her nipple, swirling my tongue, sucking hard, making wet plops every time my mouth popped off. My hand reached her stomach. She squirmed, sucking in a breath as I went lower and lower.

  And found the silky curls of her pubic hair.

  Her thighs spread wide, inviting, as my fingers caressed her pubic hair. I stroked her silk as I went lower and lower. She grew hotter, wetter. Her flesh was feverish. And then I found her slit. She dripped. Moans sang from her lips as I rubbed her pussy. I stroked up and down her slit, my fingers parting her folds.

  I found her pussy's entrance and penetrated her.

  My dick throbbed. This morning, this hole was virgin territory. No one had gone in here before me. I had broken her in. I had taken my sister's cherry. As her tight snatch clenched on my two probing fingers, my cock ached to bury into her again.

  Just pull your fingers out of her and let me fuck her, my cock seemed to say. We'll both enjoy it more.

  I ignored the voice, my fingers pumping into her silky flesh. She was so hot. My thumb slid up her silt and through her curly pubic hair, finding her clit. She gasped, her body bucking as I massaged it, my lips sucking so hard on her nipples.

  “Oh, big brother,” she moaned, her voice so throaty. She humped and writhed on the couch as I pumped faster and faster. “Oh, that's so nice. Oh, you're such a wonderful big brother.”

  “I am,” I panted, looking up at her. “I'm going to make you cum so hard.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, her body trembling as she squirmed. “Oh, I bet you are.”

  I sucked on her nipple again, pumping faster and faster through her pussy. She moaned, her back arching. I sucked on her left nipple, now. Savoring its texture as I made her moan and squirm. Her thighs wrapped about my waist, gripping me as her pussy clenched and relaxed about my fingers.

  She grew hotter, wetter. I pumped faster and faster, rubbing my thumb hard. I groaned, releasing her nipple and falling to my knees, her thighs sliding up my sides. I pushed them apart so I could lean in and lick at her folds as I fingered her.

  I loved her tart juices. Pussy tasted amazing. And this was my little sister's pussy. I fingered her faster and faster, my tongue flicking up to her clit. I sucked on it as I pumped in and out of her silky folds while she squirmed.

  “Big brother,” she moaned, fingers grabbing my short, brown hair as she trembled. “Oh, yes, big brother. Oh, fuck yes! That's it. That's amazing. Oh, yes! Oh, my god, yes!”

  She heaved as her orgasm spilled through her. She humped against me. Her eyes fluttered. Her tits bounced as her orgasm burned through her body. Her pussy spasmed on my fingers. I groaned as I sucked on her clit, loving the fact I made my little sister explode.

  I made her cum.

  I gave her this pleasure.

  My fingers pumped faster and faster, reaming in and out of her as she thrashed on the couch. I lapped up her juices, licking around my fingers. Her flesh felt amazing as it spasmed on my fingers. My dick throbbed in such envy.

  “Big brother, you're such a stud. Oh, god. I want you in me! I want to fuck you! Please, please, big brother. Fuck me! Cum in me! Make sure I'm bred!”

  She was caught up in the lust again, just like before, not caring if I knocked her up. I didn't care either. Everything else could wait. There was something so primal stirring in me. She wanted me to breed her, and I wanted to do just that.

  It was pure instinct.

  Incestuous instinct.

  I ripped my fingers out of her pussy and moved up her body. Her hands grabbed my cock, guiding me into her pussy. I reached beneath her, grabbing her ass, clutching her as the tip of my dick brushed the wet folds of her pussy.

  I rammed in.

  “Yes!” we moaned together as I sank into her spasming folds. She still orgasmed around my cock, her pussy milking my cock.

  My hands gripped her ass, two fingers on my right hand sticky with her pussy juices. She moaned, humping up to meet my thrusts, my balls smacking into her flesh. I pounded her hard, my cock boiling. I had to cum so badly.

  She kissed me, her hands grabbing my ass, pulling me into her as she humped against me. Her pussy kept spasming about my dick. Somehow, she was still cumming. One orgasm rolling into another. Was that possible?

  “Damn,” I groaned, my fingers clenching on her butt-cheeks. “Do you keep cumming?”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she squeaked, bucking so hard into me. “Girls can do this... Multi-orgasmic... Yes!”

  I felt like a stud. I made my sister cum and cum. I hammered her pussy, my dick burying over and over into her depths while her silky pussy massaged my dick. My balls boiled. My cum swelled in them.

  Her thighs locked so tight about my waist. She humped against me, moaning, her head tossing, brown hair flying. Her breasts jiggled, brushing my chest as she writhed. Her head leaned back against the top of the couch, screaming out her pleasure.

  “Finger my ass,” she moaned as I kneaded her butt.

  “What?” I gasped in shock, the words almost throwing off my strokes.

  “I like to finger my butt when I masturbate,” she moaned. “Do it. Shove your finger in their, big brother! Please!”

  I didn't need to be told twice. I spread her butt-cheeks and delved my finger into her asshole. I brushed her sphincter. She groaned and gasped, her eyes widening as my middle finger, slick with her juices, probed into her tight, velvety asshole.

  She came harder, bucking beneath me as I probed deeper and deeper into her tight bowels. It was so different from her pussy. My dick ached, throbbed. I had seen anal in porn before. What would it feel like to fuck my sister's asshole?

  “Shit,” I groaned, her asshole clenching on my finger. “I'm going to—”

  Keys rattled in the door.

  “Mom!” I gasped as fear shot through me.

  A primal panic filled me. I ripped my cock out of my sister's pussy. Mom's keys fumbled with the lock. She would be in the house in moments. We had to do something? I looked at our clothing lying on the floor, my sister gasping, her blue eyes wide.

  “Clothes!” I bent down, scooping up as much of hers and mine I could. “Then...bathroom.”

  There was a first floor bathroom down the short hallway from the living room to the kitchen. The front door opened. My sister and I, holding bundled clothing, fled, our hearts racing. My shoulders tensed, waiting for our mom to scream out at the sight of our naked forms fleeing the living room.

  * * *

  Bernice Wilson

  I couldn't get the image of Cheryl Elliston being fucked by her twenty-year-old son out of my head. After my exam of the pregnant woman, it gnawed at me. She told me she had a one-night stand while on vacation in Cancun, but her body wasn't tan at all. And Clint had knocked up both his cousins. I knew Cheryl and her sister Vicky were close, their children growing up together. And if Clint was fucking his first cousins, who else was he fucking?

  Even stranger, Cheryl was...excited to be having a baby at her age from a stranger.

  What if it was Clint's?

  It was so illegal. So wrong. And yet...it had my pussy tingling. It had me thinking of my own son, James. He had grown into a handsome, young man. He was athletic, with the same boyish handsome face his father had that had me swooning in my younger years. And those blue eyes...

  It had me so out of sorts. I couldn't focus at work. And since I had no afternoon appointments at my clinic, I decided to head home early instead of working on paperwork like normal. I needed to think, reflect, figure out what to do about Cheryl.

  Should I confront her? Should I call the police?

  I bit my lip. Why did it make me so excited picturing Clint and his mother together. I imagined the young buck mounting his busty mother. Cheryl was still gorgeous with her dyed-blonde hair and skinny body. She worked out and ate right.

  Fuck Mommy, Cheryl moaned in my imagination. Mommy's been so lonely since your dad left me.

  I blinked at that, Clint shifting into James in my thoughts. Cheryl's husband didn't leave her. Hers had died. And I had been so lonely since Doug abandoned us for that twenty-two-year-old tart who worked at his office.

  I shook my head. I couldn't be thinking those sort of thoughts. James was my son. My flesh and blood. I spent ten hours delivering him into the world. I carried him inside me for nine months. I couldn't have sex with him. Couldn't let him slide back into my body.

  I trembled as I walked up to my house's front door, my mind whirling. It twisted my stomach even as my pussy grew so hot. It was wrong. I kept telling myself it was wrong. I would be a horrible monster if I seduced my nineteen-year-old son. I needed to get laid. I needed to find a young stud, someone in his twenties, and just get fucked.

  Have a one-night stand and get my horniness out of my system.

  My hands fumbled at my keys. Having a one-night stand sounded like so much work. Especially when I had James in sleeping down the...

  “No,” I hissed at myself as I struggled to jam the key into the lock. It scraped across the metal before popping in. I twisted it, looking down, lost in my thoughts as I pushed open the door. I stepped into my house, shaking my head, my deviant thoughts assaulting me from—

  Bang!

  I blinked at the door being shut hard somewhere in the house. I looked around the living room. “Jenny? James? How many times do I have to tell you not to slam the doors?”

  I moved into the house. There was a musty smell that reminded me of...pussy juices. I smelled that enough at work. I shook my head. It couldn't be that. I passed into the living room and groaned, spotting a wet spot on my couch.

  “They need to wipe up their messes,” I muttered.

  The downstairs shower hissed on. I frowned at that. No one used the downstairs shower. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom door, water splashing. The exhaust fan hummed to life. I knocked on the door.

  “Mom?” Jenny squeaked.

  * * *

  Jenny Wilson

  My heart thudded as Mom knocked on the door. She saw us. She had to have seen us. I stood naked before the door, trembling. James had been smart enough to turn on the shower. Maybe...we could convince her we were showering together to save water. For the environment. That was a thing, right?

  “Why are you showering downstairs?” Mom asked.

  My eyes widened. She didn't know James was in here.

  “Um...James was hogging the upstairs bathroom,” I lied. “And I really needed to shower. I just felt...”

  “Grody from school?” Mom sounded amused.

  “Yeah.”

  James pressed up behind me, his hard cock wet with my pussy juices as it rubbed on my ass. I shivered, his arms sliding around me, one sliding up and cupping my breast, the other reaching for my pussy. I shuddered, biting back a moan as he found my clit.

  What was he doing? Mom was on the other side of the door.

  “Okay, honey,” Mom said. “I'll let you have your shower.”

  “Sure,” I said, trembling. Then, without meaning to, asked, “Why are you home early?”

  Why did I do that? It was so stupid. I wanted her to leave, especially with James's hands stroking me, his dick rubbing on my ass, his lips nibbling on my neck. Which was wonderful. We were locked in here. We could have more fun. But not if Mom was just outside the door.

 

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