The rain pounded against the windows like a persistent drummer, the heavy clouds casting a gloomy pall over the small suburban home. Inside, the atmosphere felt charged with the tension of impending familial gatherings. The scent of my mom’s famous lasagna wafted through the air, filling the house with a warmth that was somewhat comforting amidst the storm.
As the eldest, I felt the weight of my responsibilities. Nineteen and navigating the last stretch of high school was no easy feat. I had to juggle college applications, extracurriculars, and, somehow, my little sister’s insatiable need for attention. Emily was eighteen but possessed an uncanny ability to be both wise beyond her years and yet immature at the same time.
The call from my mom broke through my thoughts. “Marcus honey, I’m so sorry but with Uncle Joe and Aunt Linda staying over this weekend, you’re going to have to bunk with your sister Emily until they leave.”
Great, just what I wanted to do—sleep next to my bratty little sister. I groaned, rolling my eyes as I trudged downstairs. My day had been long, filled with relentless studies and the typical trials of being a teenager. The thought of sharing a room with Emily felt like an added burden.
I arrived at Emily’s door, a patch of light spilling into the dim hallway. I pushed it open to find her already settled in bed, her long blonde hair fanned out like a halo against her pillow. She wore a thin cotton tank top and shorts, and I couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward, not sure how to navigate this situation.
“Don’t get any ideas,” she warned, eyeing me suspiciously as I changed into my boxers. Her expression was a mixture of annoyance and playful defiance. It reminded me of when we were kids and fought over the TV remote or who got to sit in the front seat on road trips.
“Please,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “It’s just sleeping. You’re not that interesting.”
Emily huffed, clearly unconvinced, and rolled over to turn her back to me. As I settled into the cramped space of her single bed, I felt the familiar stirrings of irritation and resignation. This was going to be a long night.
Hours passed, the rain continuing to drum against the roof, drowning out the muted sounds of our parents preparing for the arrival of my aunt and uncle. I lay there, my mind racing. Despite my annoyance, I couldn’t help but recall the times Emily and I shared laughter—when we built forts out of couch cushions, when she’d sneak into my room to ask for help with her homework, or when she confided in me about her crush on a boy from school.
“Hey,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “You awake?”
A muffled grunt was her response. “Why?”
“I just… I guess I was thinking,” I hesitated. “About how long we’ve been putting up with each other.”
“Too long,” she retorted, but there was a playful edge in her voice.
“I mean, it’s not the worst,” I continued, “I’ve heard way worse sibling stories. At least we’re not, like, fighting all the time.”
A moment of silence hung in the air. “You’re right,” she finally admitted. “But you can be really annoying sometimes, you know?”
I chuckled, feeling a sense of camaraderie. “Yeah, well, you can be a pain too.”
“Touché.”
As the storm outside raged on, we exchanged stories, digging deeper into the layers of our lives. She told me about her ambitions, her dreams of travelling the world, and her college plans. I opened up about my fears—of leaving home, of not living up to expectations.
“What if I just don’t want to go to college?” she asked suddenly, her voice small.
I could sense her vulnerability. “Then don’t. You don’t have to do what everyone expects you to do. Just figure out what makes you happy.”
“Easy for you to say, Mr. Perfect,” she shot back, but her voice was teasing, light as she pushed her ass up against my crotch by accident.
I felt a rush of heat as her soft, barely-clothed ass pressed against my crotch. My body reacted instinctively, a stirring of arousal that I quickly tried to suppress. This was wrong, she was my sister after all. But in the darkness of the room, with the sound of the rain pattering against the window, something shifted between us.
My hand found its way to her waist, my fingertips grazing the smooth skin left exposed by her short tank top. Emily let out a small gasp, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed herself further back against me, her ass grinding slowly against the growing hardness in my boxers.
“Marcus… Omg, you are… hard,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I dare you to pull my shorts and knickers down and put that dick inside my pussy.”
The rain kept hammering the windows, a wild rhythm that matched the pounding in my chest. The air in Emily’s cramped room felt thick, heavy with lasagna scent and something else—something electric. Her dare hung between us, bold and reckless, her soft ass still pressed against my throbbing cock through my boxers.
I swallowed hard, my hand trembling as it slid from her waist to the edge of her tiny shorts. Her skin was warm, smooth like silk under my fingers. “Fuck, Em,” I muttered, voice low and rough. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious, Marcus,” she whispered back, her tone daring me, teasing me. “Pull ‘em down. I wanna feel you.”
My breath hitched. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and her pink cotton panties, tugging them down slow. They slid over her hips, revealing the curve of her ass—pale, plump, and perfect in the dim light. Her thighs parted slightly as the fabric bunched at her knees, exposing her pussy. It was already glistening, lips puffy and pink, a little tuft of blonde hair above her clit catching the faint glow from the window.
“Holy shit,” I groaned, my cock straining harder against my boxers. I shoved them down, letting my thick, seven-inch dick spring free, the tip already slick with precum. I pressed it against her ass, sliding it down to tease her wet slit.
“Oh fuck, Marcus, don’t tease me,” Emily whined, pushing back against me. “Put it in already!”
I gripped her hip tight, lining myself up. Her pussy was so wet, so warm as my cockhead nudged her entrance. I pushed in slowly, feeling her tight walls stretch around me, sucking me in inch by inch. The sloppy, squelching sound of her cunt taking me filled the room, mixing with the rain outside.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” I grunted, my voice shaking as I sank deeper, her pussy gripping me like a vice.
“Mmm, fuck yes, Marcus!” she moaned, loud and shameless. “It feels so fucking good!”
The rain kept pounding the windows, a relentless beat that echoed the wild thudding in my chest. Emily’s room was a mess of shadows and heat, the air thick with the smell of lasagna and the raw scent of her arousal. Her shorts and panties were tangled around her knees, her bare ass pressed against me, soft and warm, driving me fucking insane.
I gripped her hip harder, my fingers digging into her flesh as I slid my cock deeper into her dripping pussy. The wet, sloppy noise of her cunt swallowing me whole was loud, filthy, cutting through the storm outside. Her walls clenched tight around me, hot and slick, pulling me in like she couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck, Em, you’re so wet,” I growled, my voice rough as I bottomed out, my balls pressed snug against her ass.
“Oh my God, Marcus, it’s so big!” she gasped, her voice shaking with a mix of shy shock and needy lust. She squirmed, her ass wiggling against me, making my cock twitch inside her. “Keep going, don’t stop!”
I pulled back slow, feeling her pussy grip me like it didn’t want me to leave, then slammed back in hard. The clapping sound of my hips hitting her ass filled the room, sharp and dirty. Her tits—full, perky, straining against that thin tank top—jiggled with every thrust, the fabric riding up to show the curve of her underboob.
“Shit, you feel so good,” I grunted, leaning over her, my chest brushing her back. My hand slid up under her top, grabbing one of her tits. It was soft, heavy, the nipple hard as a pebble against my palm. I squeezed, loving how she moaned louder.
“Ughh, yes, Marcus! Fuck me harder!” she begged, her voice breaking into a deep, throaty groan. Her shy little act was gone now—she was all in, a horny mess under me.
I picked up the pace, pounding her pussy with deep, brutal thrusts. The bed creaked under us, the headboard tapping the wall like it was keeping time. My balls slapped against her clit, wet and loud, sending jolts through her body. Her pussy squelched around me, sloppy and soaked, dripping down her thighs.
“Take it, Em,” I snarled, pulling all the way out. My cock glistened with her juices, thick and veiny, before I rammed it back in, splitting her open. She cried out, her hands clawing at the sheets.
“Oh fuck, yes! Don’t stop, please!” she whined, her voice high and desperate, her blonde hair sticking to her sweaty neck.
I grinned, slowing down just to tease her. I pulled out again, my cockhead brushing her swollen clit, then slapped it against her pussy lips. They were puffy, pink, glistening with her slick, and she shivered hard.
“Marcus, you asshole, put it back in!” she snapped, half-laughing, half-pleading, pushing her ass back at me.
“Patience, sis,” I chuckled, dragging my cock along her slit before sliding it back in, slow and deep. The wet sucking sound as I filled her up again was fucking obscene, and I loved every second of it.
The storm outside didn’t let up, a chaotic symphony of rain and wind battering the house. Emily’s room felt smaller now, the air humid and thick with the scent of her sweat and the faint trace of her vanilla body lotion. Her tank top clung to her skin, damp from the heat of our bodies pressed so close, her shorts and panties still bunched around her knees like a dirty little secret.
I thrust into her again, slow and deliberate, feeling her pussy ripple around my cock. It was soaked, her juices coating me, dripping down to where my balls slapped against her clit with a wet, rhythmicsmack. Her ass jiggled with every push, soft and round, the kind of sight that made my head spin.
“Fuck, Marcus, you’re stretching me so good,” Emily moaned, her voice a low, needy growl. She arched her back, shoving herself back onto me, greedy for more.
“Shit, Em, you’re taking it like a champ,” I rasped, my hands sliding up her sides. I yanked her tank top higher, letting her tits spill out—full and bouncy, pale with pink nipples stiff from the cool air. I grabbed one, kneading it rough, feeling her shudder under me.
Her pussy squelched louder as I picked up speed, the sloppy sound mixing with her gasps. I pulled out all the way, my cock slick and throbbing, then slapped it hard against her clit. She jolted, a sharp “Oh!” escaping her lips as her thighs trembled.
“Goddamn tease,” she panted, glaring back at me with those big blue eyes, her cheeks flushed red. “Fuck me proper, you dick!”
“Only ‘cause you asked so nice,” I smirked, lining up and ramming back in. The force made her whole body lurch forward, her tits swaying, the bed groaning under us. My cock sank deep, her cunt hugging me tight, wet walls pulsing like they were begging me to stay.
“Ughh, yes, harder!” she cried, her voice breaking into a desperate whine. Her fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as I pounded her harder, the clapping of my hips against her ass echoing off the walls.
I leaned over her, my chest pressed to her back, sweat sticking us together. My hand slid down her belly, fingers finding her clit—swollen and slick. I rubbed it fast, feeling her pussy clench even tighter around my dick. The sloppy, squishing noise of me fucking her got louder, filthier, driving me wild.
“Fuck, Marcus, I’m gonna—oh shit!” she gasped, her body shaking as I hammered into her, my balls slapping her clit with every thrust.
“Cum for me, Em,” I growled into her ear, my voice thick with lust. “I wanna feel that pussy squeeze me dry.”
The rain lashed against the windows, a relentless roar that swallowed the world outside. Emily’s room was a haze of heat and shadows, the air sticky with sweat and the faint sweetness of her lotion. Her tank top was bunched up under her armpits now, her bare tits bouncing wildly as I pounded into her, her shorts and panties still tangled around her knees like a twisted trophy.
I gripped her hips with both hands, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh, pulling her back onto my cock with every brutal thrust. Her pussy was a sopping mess, slick and hot, slurping around me as I drove in deep. The wet slap-slap-slap of my balls smacking her clit rang out, loud and nasty, her ass rippling with every hit.
“Fuck, Marcus, don’t stop!” Emily screamed, her voice raw and frantic, her blonde hair plastered to her sweaty face. “I’m—oh God, I’m gonna fuckin’ explode!”
“Give it to me, Em,” I snarled, my voice thick and hoarse. I slammed into her harder, feeling her cunt tighten like a fist around my dick, her walls quivering as I rubbed her clit faster with my fingers. “Soak me, you little slut.”
Her body locked up, her back arching sharp, and then it hit. A gush of hot liquid sprayed out, drenching my cock, splashing over my balls and thighs. Her pussy spasmed hard, squirting again and again as I kept pounding her, the sloppy squelch-squelch mixing with her wild moans. The bed was soaked, a dark wet patch spreading under us, but I didn’t care—fuck, it turned me on more.
“Ohhh fuck, yes! Marcus!” she wailed, her voice breaking into a deep, guttural groan as she shook under me. “It’s so fuckin’ good, keep going!”
“Shit, Em, you’re gushing all over me,” I grunted, my cock sliding in and out of her drenched twat, the sloppy sounds louder now, wetter, messier. I pulled out quickly, her pussy gaping for a split second before I rammed back in, making her squirt again, a hot stream hitting my stomach.
“Ughh, you’re killing me!” she gasped, half-laughing, half-sobbing, her tits heaving as she clawed at the soaked sheets. “Fuck me ‘til I can’t take it!”
I smirked, leaning over her, my chest slick against her sweaty back. My hands slid up to grab her tits, squeezing them hard, her nipples pinched between my fingers. I hammered into her cunt, the clap-clap-clap of our bodies slamming together drowning out the storm. Her pussy was a sloppy, squirting mess, soaking us both, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck, I’m gonna nut so hard in you,” I grunted, my breath ragged, my hips snapping forward. I could feel it coming, that white-hot rush surging up my shaft. I pounded her twat relentlessly, the sloppysplosh-splosh of her soaked hole pushing me over the brink.
My cock pulsed, and I buried it balls-deep as the first thick rope of cum shot out. “Fuck, take it, Em!” I roared, my voice raw as I unloaded, hot spurts pumping into her pussy. Her walls clamped down, milking me, and I kept thrusting, each slam sending more of my load deep inside her—thick, creamy, flooding her cunt.
“Ughh, shit, I feel it!” she gasped, her body quaking as my cum filled her up, warm and sticky. “Don’t pull out, Marcus, let it drip!”
I groaned, my dick twitching as the last spurts oozed out, her pussy overflowing now, a mix of my cum and her juices trickling down her thighs. The wet drip-drip hit the sheets, pooling under us, and I stayed buried in her, panting, my hands sliding up her sweaty back. Her cunt still pulsed around me, greedy, like it didn’t want to let go.
I was still inside her, my cock softening but not pulling out, her pussy a warm, sloppy mess around me—dripping with my cum and her juices. The sheets were soaked, a sticky puddle under her ass where it’d all spilled out. Her shorts and pink panties hung off one ankle now, kicked aside in the chaos, leaving her legs bare and spread.
“Fuck, Marcus,” she panted, her voice hoarse, a lazy grin tugging at her lips. “That was… fuckin’ insane.”
I chuckled, low and rough, sliding my hand up her thigh, feeling the slickness of her skin. “Yeah, Em, you’re a damn animal when you let loose.”
She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed pink, that shy streak creeping back in now that the heat was fading. “Shut up, perv,” she mumbled, swatting my hand half-heartedly. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in your boxers.”
“Me?” I smirked, shifting so I was propped on one elbow, looking down at her. Her nipples were still hard, poking up against the damp cotton of her top, and I couldn’t resist brushing my thumb over one. “You dared me, sis. ‘Put it in my pussy,’ you said. Real classy.”
Emily groaned, covering her face with her hands, but I could see the smile she was hiding. “Oh my God, don’t remind me. I’m such a slut when I’m horny.”
“Nah,” I said, voice softening a bit. “Just means you’re honest about what you want. No shame in that.”
She peeked at me through her fingers, blue eyes glinting in the dim light. “Yeah? Well, what I want now is for you to get off me, you’re heavy as fuck.”
I laughed, rolling to the side but staying close, my arm draped over her waist. The bed creaked under us, the wet spot cold against my hip now. Outside, the storm rumbled on, lightning flashing through the curtains, throwing jagged shadows across her bare thighs.
“Guess we’re stuck like this ‘til Uncle Joe and Aunt Linda leave,” I said, tracing lazy circles on her stomach with my fingertip. Her skin twitched under my touch, still sensitive.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she groaned, stretching out beside me, her tits shifting under the crumpled tank top. “Mom’s gonna flip if she finds out we trashed her spare sheets.”
“Then we’ll just have to be sneaky,” I grinned, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. “Not like it’s the first time we’ve kept secrets.”
She shivered, a soft “Mmm” slipping out before she caught herself and shoved me back. “Stop it, Marcus, you’re gonna get me all worked up again.”
“Would that be so bad?” I teased, my hand sliding lower, brushing the damp blonde curls above her pussy. It was still swollen, glistening, a mix of our mess smeared across her inner thighs.
“Fuck, you’re impossible,” she muttered, but she didn’t stop me, her legs parting just a little as my fingers grazed her clit. “We’re so screwed if anyone hears us.”
“Then be quiet for once,” I shot back, smirking as I rubbed slow circles, feeling her twitch under me again. The rain would cover us—it always did.