It had been six months since my brother and I first crossed the line — six months of sneaking around, teasing touches, late-night hookups we found ourselves in regularly. 

But tonight? Tonight wasn’t planned.

I was already on my bed, door partially closed, TV low — tangled in the sheets, my hand buried between my thighs, fingers slick as I rubbed my pussy slow and steady. My tank top was shoved up, tits out, nipples stiff as I teased them with my free hand, hips rolling, breath ragged.

I was deep in my own filthy little world when the door cracked open.

I froze, not sure of who it was. 

My brother's head popped around the door, starting to ask me what I was doing, but it was obvious.

The second he saw me — legs spread, wet fingers working my pussy — that familiar cocky smirk spread across his face.

“No invite?” he teased, already peeling his shirt off, eyes dark, hungry, watching me like I was prey.

I didn’t know you were home, or I would have. 

His jeans hit the floor, briefs shoved down, his cock heavy between his thighs as he climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs like it was routine now — because it was.

His lips crashed to mine, his hand squeezing my boobs, tweaking my nipples. 

After several seconds of kissing, he slid down and put his tongue to work on my already wet, needy pussy. 

He had gotten a lot better at eating pussy compared to that first time we got together. He knew right where to lick and when as my body responded to him. 

After a couple of very nice orgasms, he lined himself up, grinding the slick, fat head of his cock along my pussy as we slipped right into the familiar, messy rhythm — hips grinding, taking turns sucking on each other's tongue.

But then—

I heard it.

A faint creak — footsteps outside my door.

“Stop,” I whispered, pushing at his chest. “Shut up.”

“What—”

“Quiet.”

We both froze.

Then, clear as day, my mom’s voice floated down the hall.

“Elly? Are you there?”

Panic snapped through us. I pushed my brother off the bed toward the far side — hidden from view — his cock still rock hard, body tense as I yanked the blanket halfway over me, pulling my tank top down but still having left one boob out, woops! I tried to smooth my flushed cheeks and racing pulse.

The door creaked open.

Mom peeked her head in — her eyes landing right on me. Hair a mess. Face flushed. Blanket barely covering me.

“What are you doing?” she asked, one brow arched, lips twitching with amusement.

I forced a shaky smile, my heart hammering. “Me time…”

Her eyes swept the room, lingering on the disheveled bed, the faint, unmistakable scent of sex heavy in the air.

“Wow,” she chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re really into it tonight… smells like pure lusty perversion in here.”

I fought the blush rising to my cheeks, praying she wouldn’t hear the soft, barely-contained rustling on the far side of the bed where my brother was hiding — naked, breathless, cock still hard as he tried not to laugh.

“Yeah…” I managed, voice shaky. “Guess I got a little carried away.”

She shook her head with a teasing smile. “Alright… just maybe air it out when you’re done, yeah?”

“Yeah… will do.”

The door clicked shut.

The second her footsteps faded down the hall, my brothers’s head popped up beside the bed — eyes wide, cocky grin spreading as he crawled back onto the mattress, still rock hard, still horny as fuck.

“Where were we?” he whispered, dragging the blanket down, spreading my thighs open again.

I grinned, “Right… fucking… here.”

“You left me hanging,” he growled low in my ear, fingers curling under my knees, pushing them up — higher — until my ankles were resting on his shoulders, spreading me wide and exposed.

“You can make it up to me.”

I barely had time to bite back a reply before he shoved big, hard cock inside me — rough, deep — the fat head of his cock splitting me open, stretching me wide as he buried every inch to the hilt in one hard, hungry thrust.

“Fuck,” I gasped, nails digging into the sheets as he bottomed out — hips grinding against mine, cock thick and pounding deep inside me.

He didn’t wait.

His hands gripped my hips tight, holding me in place as he started pounding into me — rough, fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, my tits bouncing with every thrust, my breath knocked out of me.

My ankles stayed hooked over his shoulders, my body folding under him, completely at his mercy as he slammed into me — thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me, balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.

“Look at you,” he groaned, watching my face twist, eyes fluttering, mouth falling open with every filthy, needy sound that poured out of me. “Taking it so good. You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

I couldn’t even answer.

Couldn’t think.

His cock hit so deep I swore I could feel it in my stomach — every rough, brutal thrust making my whole body jolt, the heat between my thighs building fast and sharp.

His grip tightened, pulling me down onto him harder, faster — fucking me like he owned me, like I was his personal toy to ruin however he wanted, and I was!

My legs trembled, thighs slick with sweat, the room thick with the sound of our bodies crashing together — wet, filthy, relentless.

“Cum for me,” he hissed, slamming into me so hard the bed frame creaked under us. “Soak my cock.”

I shattered — thighs clenching, back arching, moans spilling raw from my throat as I came hard around him, my pussy squeezing, milking his cock as he kept pounding through it, rough and relentless.

But he wasn’t done.

His pace only got rougher, his cock swelling, his breathing ragged as he chased his own release — thick cock stretching me wide, his balls tightening as he slammed into me over and over.

“Gonna, fucking, breed, you,” he groaned, hips grinding deep, cock throbbing. “Every… last… drop.”

"Cum in me, breed me, fuck a baby right into me!!" I told him right before he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing, thick, hot ropes of cum shooting deep inside me — I wanted none of it leaking out. My legs stayed up around his shoulder as he kept thrusting through it, fucking me, not letting up.

Once his balls had emptied inside of me, he collapsed on top of me, both thrilled, sweaty, breathing hard — his cock still buried inside me, my ankles sliding down from his shoulders and wrapped around his waist as we laid together. 

"Breed me? Fuck a baby into me? That was a hot twist you added in there".

"It just came out of nowhere," as our eyes looked into each other's souls. 

His cock never went completely soft.

Even after that amazing, messy finish — thick, hot cum shot deep into me, my legs trembling, body shattered — he was still mostly hard, still heavy between his thighs, pressed deep inside me, not ready to quit.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he slid out and grabbed my hips.

“Turn over,” he growled, voice demanding, still breathless. “On your knees. head down.”

I didn’t argue.

I rolled onto my stomach, pushing up onto my knees, my ass high in the air, thighs quivering, a little of his cum leaking down one thigh. I arched my back, spreading myself wider, knowing exactly what he wanted — and wanting it just as bad.

He knelt behind me, one hand gripping my hip tight, the other sliding down, grabbing his thick, shiny wet cock, lining it up with my soaked, swollen pussy.

“Such a mess,” he groaned, eyes locked on the way I was dripping for him, still stretched from the first round. “And you’re still fucking ready for more.”

Before I could even tease him back, he slammed into me — hard, fast — burying every inch in one rough thrust, his hips crashing against my ass, his cock opening me wide all over again.

I moaned — loud, raw — my fingers fisting the sheets as he started pounding into me, relentless, rough, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

His grip on my hips tightened, dragging me back onto him with every thrust, his cock slamming deep, smashing inside me, the angle perfect to ruin me completely.

“Fuck—” I gasped, back arching, my ass bouncing against him as he drove into me. “Harder… don’t stop…”

He didn’t.

He fucked me like he couldn’t help himself — hips snapping forward, thick cock pummeling me, his balls slapping against my soaked, pussy with every brutal thrust.

The bed rocked under us, the headboard knocking softly against the wall, the room filled with the filthy sounds of wet, raw, messy sex.

“Look at you,” he groaned, watching my ass bounce, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over. “So cock-drunk you can’t even think straight…”

I whimpered, my body shaking, my pussy clenching around him as the heat built sharp and fast again — overstimulated, desperate for more.

"You going to fuck that baby into me now? I know you want to! BREED ME," I exclaimed as I continued to take the beating from behind. 

His hand slid up, gripping the back of my neck, pressing me deeper into the mattress as he kept pounding into me, rougher, deeper, my ass high, my back arched, his cock filling me completely.

“Gonna cum again,” he growled, his pace getting sloppy, harder, his cock swelling inside me. “You’re so fucking tight…”

“Do it,” I gasped, pushing back onto him. "Fuck that baby into me! Breed your sister's pussy, now!" my voice was wrecked, needy. “Cum in me… fuck… fill me up again…”

That’s all it took.

He slammed in deep, his grip bruising on my hips as he buried himself to my inner core, cock pulsing, thick ropes of his cum spilling inside me — filling me all over again, he kept grinding into me, riding out every last messy, filthy drop.

He folded over and lay on top of my back, panting, trying to speak but unable to. 

He finally collapsed onto the bed beside me. I stayed up on my knees, not letting any of his man gravy leak from me!

“Fuck,” he groaned into my ear, still breathless, his hand sliding down my spine. “We’re so fucking good at this…”

I couldn’t even argue—not with the way I was just used—and still aching for more.

Looking over at him, "Come back down tonight?" Smiling back at me, "Absofuckinglutely!"