Brother × sister Stories

I pulled into the driveway after the longest damn shift of my life, bone-tired and ready to collapse. The second I saw Elise’s little white hatchback parked right in my spot, I couldn’t help but grin. Typical. My sister Amy’s hot 18-year-old best friend had been coming around the house a lot lately, and honestly, I wasn’t complaining one bit. Elise was something else. She was short, maybe 5’2”, but built like a little por...

The rest of the day blurred into a haze of skin, sweat, and whispered filth. After the couch, we barely left each other’s orbit. Mia dragged me to the shower again—not to clean up, but to pin me against the tiles while she rode me standing, water pounding our shoulders, her nails carving crescents into my back as she came twice more before I filled her a fifth time that day. We ate lunch naked at the kitchen counter—her s...

I woke up hard. Not the usual morning wood that fades after a piss. This was different—thick, insistent, curving up against my stomach like it remembered last night and demanded a repeat. My sheets were tangled, damp in spots from sweat and leftover cum. Mia’s scent still clung to my skin: coconut shampoo, something faintly sweet between her thighs, and the musky trace of my own release on her hand when she’d wiped it acr...

The afternoon slipped away in a lazy haze of contentment. After the steamy shower encounter, Lily emerged with her skin flushed pink. Her hair stayed damp and curled at the ends. She threw on a cropped red holiday sweater that barely skimmed her midriff and a pair of soft white cotton panties with tiny candy canes printed on them. The outfit felt festive, teasing, and easy access. Ethan followed downstairs in grey sweatpa...