by Candy Quinn
She watched as best she could with how overpowering it all was, saw her brother thrust into her, filling her up and pumping her full so hard, so gleefully. His tanned form, glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration as he built towards his release at such a titanic pace. He was a freight train barreling towards his destination, and his thumbing of her clit was intent on bringing her with him.
“Cum on my cock, you little sister-slut,” he commanded, his heavy, growling voice hitching a little as he grew nearer and nearer to his own climax.
The idea that her brother was fucking her, that he was going to cum in her!
That was what sent her toppling over the edge, screaming so loud she swore she could feel the house shake, and her throat ached with the intensity.
There was nothing in her mind, just pure, white hot bliss.
Which was followed soon after by pure, white hot bliss of another sort, as her hunk of a brother finished claiming her virginity nice and thoroughly and his big, hard body undulated atop her. His thick cock throbbed and stretched her little cunny, and he grunted and moaned like a beast in heat.
“Take it!” he bellowed through a strained throat as he lost all control, and blew such a massive load of cum deep inside her, flooding her little pussy, her fertile womb, with all that virile seed.
He shuddered and quaked, his dick spasming as it disgorged thick gouts of creamy cum up into her, one after another, more and more to completely soak her once-virginal womb with his incestuous seed.
It took her so long to come back down from that high, her throat coarse and raw as she struggled for breath. She hadn’t realized, but her fingers and nails had dug into Zach’s arms as she clutched him so hard through her climax, sinking into those thick, hard muscles of his.
When she looked up at him, though, her smile broadened and all doubt was removed from her mind. There was no shame lingering there, no regrets.
* * *
Zach
Zach looked down at his sister in awe. Awe at what they’d done, awe at how fucking much he wanted to do it with her again. And again.
He kissed her once more, not as hard as before, but all the passion was still there. Their mouths smacking noisily as they tongued and then parted.
“Good girl, sis,” he husked in approval, his dick still lodged within her, spurting the last of his seed as they lay there, his perspiration leaving his musculature glistening over her as he admired her beauty, felt her sides up, her breasts, her hips. He no longer had to pin her, only enjoy her.
They’d crossed that threshold, and she looked so damned happy. She was so beautiful when she smiled, and he wasn’t rough with her. He didn’t want that smile to go away.
He caressed her as his body stilled, and he could still feel her tight cunny throb around him. His lips went down to her neck, kissing her throat softly as he moaned into her.
With the immediate need of their first fuck out of the way, he took his time to lavish and adore her beautiful little form. How smooth and taut her dainty gymnast body was, how absolutely divine it felt against his hard, bulky muscle.
He kissed down her neck to her shoulder, then along to her breast, plucking a few more moist kisses before he got to her pert, pink little teat. He licked at her nipple, tasted and tongued it before suckling. That sweet little tip so delightful to tug at and adore.
It was so stiff against his tongue and teeth as he grazed over them, and she let out a soft purr of affection as her hand went to his hair, stroking it tenderly as she ground and gyrated beneath him.
His back was arched to get at her like that while still lodged inside her, she was so much shorter, tinier than him. He had to contort his thick muscles to make it work, but he wanted her so damn bad.
Finally, after tugging at her teat for so long, he pulled back his hips, slid his cock from her puffy little cum-filled slit, and let her drool his spunk as he rose up to loom over her.
“Well, my little Princess…” he began, breathing heavily as he looked her over, his voice so changed to her ears. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”
* * *
Sylvia
His words were so dark, but she giggled. Maybe it was just nerves, or adrenaline, but she couldn’t hold that soft, tinkling sound back.
“This is messed up,” she tittered, her breathing still heavy and her eyes sparkling as she looked over his face.
She thought she might’ve angered him at first, pissed him off. But when she saw that wry grin form upon his face, she knew it tickled him just as it had her.
“You’re the one all messed up,” he said, but when his eyes dipped to the sloppy white mess of her cunny, she got his meaning clearly.
She pressed her thighs together, suddenly embarrassed before she relaxed back on the bed, looking at him with such a mixture of emotions. Affection. Lust. Desire. Warmth.
It wasn’t like how she usually felt about him. Not at all.
His gruff, bullying front was gone, and she was left with a tender, affectionate — if still controlling — lover, who fondled and admired her whole body. Who took his time to appreciate her every inch with clear desire and appreciation.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said in a gruff but sincere voice, the heady lust gone, leaving no excuse for careless things said at this point.
But she couldn’t help it. She giggled again. Hearing him compliment her so was unusual, and it made her nervous.
Shy.
She looked up at him from beneath her long lashes and touched her lips to his softly, lightly tasting him and caressing his tongue with hers.
Though she felt his cock throb against her thigh, and that surprised her.
Could he be ready so soon?
* * *
Zach
Zach had come to realize he loved his sister, and not just in a brotherly way. No, the way he cared for her was bad. Downright awful. It was dirty and wrong and felt oh so right.
He felt he had a clear head on it now, though truth of the matter was, his head was swimming with lust still. As evidenced by that thick, glistening shaft throbbing against his sister’s thigh.
Pulling back from their kiss at last, he took hold of her hair as he looked her in the eye squarely.
“Now Princess… you remember what I told you you’d have to do next?” he asked, but already he was taking control and guiding her head down towards his dick as it bobbed and throbbed excitedly.
Maybe it was brazen and domineering, but the way her pink tongue poked out from between her lips, the little kittenish licks she gave him, she seemed to want it. Like it. Appreciate it.
She made a face as she first tasted her own juices on his cock, and she looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. It was pitiful, and so he shoved her down on his member roughly to hide his smile from her. But then there was only a growl of pleasure as his head tilted back.
“Just like that,” he said, his fingers wrapped into her blonde hair.
Those beautiful, sleek blonde strands wrapped about his fingers, and he began to force her mouth up and down along some of the upper-half of his cock’s length. She was so tiny and dainty, he was too cautious with her to push her quite as hard as he wanted, but he had to get a little rough with her at least, tease the back of her throat with his purple crown.
“I always knew you could be a good girl, if you just shut up and did as I told you,” he growled out.
His own words made him throb, and he grinned again, wider, showing his white teeth as he looked down at her. She was exquisite.
Her tongue swiped along the lower side of his cock, her eyelashes fluttered down as she made this soft little moan against his sensitive flesh. Her lips were clamped around him as she moved up and down his length to his guided rhythm.
He’d said she’d suck him to get him hard, but of course, he’d never ceased to be hard! That teenage virility was still strong, and even if it weren’t, he felt that his lust for his sister would’ve made him rock solid
in no time anyhow.
So it had nothing to do with making him hard, it was just about savouring her sweet little mouth and throat, learning more about her as he explored her body. Saw what she could do with her lips and tongue.
“Such a sweet girl, sis,” he growled out, his broad shoulders twitching from the pleasure of her motions.
At the thought of what he’d have her do next.
He was breathing harder, and she looked up at him from beneath her lashes, looking so innocent if her mouth weren’t stuffed full of his cock. Not like that ruined anything for him.
She sucked him harder, getting increasingly into it as the exhaustion of orgasm faded and was replaced with her own desire for him. It was written plain on her face.
Zach couldn’t stop his eyes from shutting, the deep, pleased moan from slipping past his lips. His dick was being sucked by his little sister, and it throbbed wildly in her mouth, the little swirls of her tongue only coaxing him to further excitement.
“That’s it, sis,” he grunted out, some of his precum spurting onto her tongue as she sucked at his dick.
He was already so hard, so ready for more, and when she moaned and swallowed back that salty bit of precum, he felt such... pride. Such joy in owning her. Having her.
He coaxed her off his cock, his eyes as dark as his grin.
“Are you ready to show me what you can really do, sis?”
* * *
Sylvia
She’d so recently lost her virginity, but now it was like her brother was expecting so much more. Some gymnastic feat on his cock.
She looked up at his wicked smile, and trembled slightly with apprehension. What if she didn’t please him?
What if she wasn’t good?
It was too late to worry about that, because he slid back onto her bed and picked her right up as if she weighed no more than a doll! And to him, that was likely true.
He laid her down over his thighs, with that thick cock right before her splayed pussy, his eyes roaming over her, coming to rest at the sight of his dick standing up before her cunny with such hunger in his gaze.
“That’s my lil’ Princess,” he growled.
She looked at him, felt his cock throb against her pussy. She was so wet, drooling their combined juices onto him, and still hungry for more. She couldn’t get enough of him, even though she knew it was wrong.
Her chest rose and fell as she looked at his dark eyes, her hand moving for his cock. She swallowed back the fear and worry, and stroked him gently.
“Like this?”
Though it was clear that contact pleased him. He gave a low growl, and his eyes nearly shut as he replied.
“No Princess. That’s not gonna do,” he said, and then he reached out to pick her up. His thick biceps bulged as he hefted her, her hand still clutching his dick as she was suspended up over it.
“Now line it up,” he commanded her, and she obeyed, her moist flower pressed to his thick, purple crown.
He felt so good. It was so wrong, and she knew that, but it was too late to go back. To take back the things she’d done with her brother. And now it was like a dam had opened and she just wanted more, like an addiction.
She trusted him to do right by her, and through it all, saw some of that love sparkling in his half lidded eyes.
She wanted to make him happy, to be good, and so she didn’t wait for his instructions as she let herself press down on his shaft. She gasped as that flared head pushed past her bruised little pussy, biting down on her lower lip to stifle a moan.
The act of swallowing up his cock in her tight cunny had no less of an impact upon him. Zach moaned deeply, his hard pecs swelling up wards as his eyes shut for a moment. He was absolutely lost in the pleasure of her flesh, and his strong hands squeezed at her hips and waist.
“Oh sis,” he moaned out blissfully, his cock twitching inside her excitedly, straining against the confines of her narrow little quim once more.
It was hard to concentrate as all her muscles clenched around him.
But she thought back to his words.
“Ride me so I can see what this gorgeous gymnast body of yours can do.”
She remembered him being at her competition, watching her, and for a moment she wondered if that was why. If he was there to see her body bend and contort, to get hard to watching her on the floor.
The thought sent an unexpected thrill through her, and as she began to pump up and down his cock, her shins pressed to his hips, she parted her lips. The words came hard, though, but she pushed on.
“Is this why you came to my show?” she murmured.
Zach’s eyes forcibly opened, his brown gaze focussed upon the site of her slender form riding his dick. That thick, veiny shaft disappearing up into her pink petals again and again. It made him swell even further still as excitement filled him, and he let his hands relax upon her hips, let her ride him at her own pace and style.
“I wanted to see your pretty lil’ body move,” he growled out in appreciation. “Imagine it… imagine it on me just like this,” he said with a deeply pleasured moan.
She could barely believe what she was hearing. For so long, he’d treated her like an annoyance, teased her for her looks.
But now, it wasn’t just approval. It was desire. Need.
She arched her back, and her cheeks flushed at how overt it felt. She was intensely aware of how stiff her pink nipples were. How her pristine, porcelain skin showed off the faint shadows of her ribs as she thrust her chest up. Her lean stomach showing off the muscles of her abs just above where her brother’s cock pierced her shaved pussy.
Her hands went to his thighs as she arched her body towards him, grinding his cock deep into her and letting him look. Letting him see her entire body.
* * *
Zach
Oh, how Zach couldn’t help but stare.
His sister’s lovely form on display as it rode his cock was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Bar none! There was no question there, he was smitten. He wanted to watch her ride him for hours, days even!
Those big, strong hands of his slid up to her chest, cupped her petite breasts, toyed with her pink nipples. She was amazing… beyond perfect in his eyes.
“You’re mine forever, sis,” he growled out possessively, and maybe it was partly the lust talking, but he never wanted to let her go. Never wanted to give up possession of her lovely form, her affection. He wanted it for all time, to claim her again and again until the end of his time on earth.
The thought of her being with someone else, going back to lusting over Jacob was enough to make him see red. The idea that she’d ever show that perfect, fit body to another...
He grabbed her possessively, and each time he did, she whimpered with desire and her pussy pulsed against his cock. Not only was she gorgeous, but they fit together so well. Their needs and desires matched up perfectly.
Her breasts pushed into his hands, and when he pinched those twin peaks, she shuddered.
“Oh God, Zach. Harder.”
He was more than happy to oblige her there, and his greedy hands groped and fondled more aggressively, pinched at her nipples tighter, tugged them further only to let them snap back to place as he let go. He manhandled his little sister’s body, watched with such intensity as she rode his thick cock.
Her bed creaked and groaned beneath them, and he lay beneath her, chest and arms glistening with a light sheen of perspiration as he stared at her lovely, pale form.
“Fuck you feel so damn good,” he groaned out through the overwhelming pleasure.
She was so into it. Not like the other girls he’d been with. She was everything he’d hoped she’d be in the sack and more, but somehow, it’d gone beyond that. Beyond just finding a girl that rode his dick with the same level of enjoyment he had.
It’d softened. It wasn’t just about feeling her and seeing her.
It was about sharing something with her.
“Just like that,” he growled as she
leaned forward, her dainty hands on his broad shoulders as she kept riding him. Her little bounces sent her breast flesh to rippling, her blue eyes intensely staring at him.
She bit in her lip, as if she wanted to say something but was shy, and he pinched her left nipple harder.
“What?” he demanded as he tugged that sensitive nub and set her body to quivering.
Sylvia’s shoulders bunched up and she looked almost ready to topple over upon him, but with her gymnast’s grace and his strong grasp upon her body, she kept her place and her pace. He watched as she wriggled and writhed atop him, and he gave her nipple another pinch in an urge for her to say what she had to say.
“I wanna be yours, Zach,” she mewled out so softly he could barely hear over the slap of their loins together. “Knock me up and make me yours,” she pleaded with him through her breathy voice.
Those words did something to him. If he hadn’t already cum twice that night in his pretty sister, he might’ve lost it then and there at those words. Thankfully, he was running purely on force of will, and he was able to hold back the urge and give her a harder stab of his cock.
“Oh I will,” he promised, and he had full intentions of doing just that.
* * *
Sylvia
Sylvia woke up late in the morning. Her mind was fuzzy and for a brief second, she thought it was all a dream. Until she felt Zach’s hard chest beneath her hand, his breathing deep and regular.
She’d lost track of how many times she’d orgasmed, and she knew that her brother had fucked her raw. She was sore, and her thighs were sticky from his cum.
For a moment, she was scared about what she’d done. She’d told him to knock her up. What would their parents say?! She trembled, but his arm tightened around her back, tugging her to him and he kissed her on the head.
