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The night was heavy with the smell of pine as I leaned back in the creaky old chair on the cabin’s porch, nursing a beer that had long since lost its chill. The stars were out in full force, blinking down at us like they had a secret to share. Beside me, Emma was already a few drinks deep, her laughter soft but contagious. Her golden hair caught the light from the porch, shimmering like strands of silk as she tipped back her bottle and took a long, slow sip.

“You always pick the best places, Nick,” she said, her voice a little slurred but still smooth like honey. “I mean, this view? Perfect.”

I chuckled, feeling the warmth of the alcohol settling in my veins. “Yeah, well, you needed a break, Em. Thought some fresh air and a little booze would do us both good.”

Emma turned to me, her eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. “You mean a lot of booze,” she corrected, holding up her nearly empty bottle. “Not like we’ve got much else to do out here, right?”

I glanced over at her, my little sister who wasn’t so little anymore. She was all curves and confident now, the kind of woman who could turn heads without even trying. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips, full and inviting, curled into a playful grin as she reached for the bottle of whiskey we’d barely touched.

She poured us both a shot, her hand steady despite the drinks she’d already had. “To the best brother in the world,” she toasted, her voice softening as she locked eyes with me. “Thanks for bringing me here, Nick. I really needed this.”

We clinked our glasses together, the sound crisp in the night air. The whiskey burned going down, but it was a good burn, the kind that made you feel alive.

“Anytime, Em,” I said, watching as she leaned back, her tank top riding up just enough to expose a sliver of smooth, tanned skin. She was relaxed, more so than I’d seen her in months. Life had been rough on her lately, with work stressing her out and relationships that never seemed to last. I hated seeing her like that, so tense and unhappy.

“You know,” she started, her voice softer now, almost contemplative, “it’s been a long time since we just… hung out like this. I missed it.”

“Me too,” I admitted. The truth was, I had missed her. She was my best friend, and always had been, but life had a way of pulling us in different directions.

Emma let out a sigh and leaned her head on my shoulder. “You always know how to make things better, Nick,” she murmured, her voice trailing off. Her hand found mine, her fingers warm and soft as they intertwined with mine.

I looked down at her, my heart swelling with that fierce, protective love I’d always felt for her. She was more than just my sister; she was my closest confidant, the one person who truly knew me.

“You know, Em,” I began, taking another sip of my drink, “you’ve always been the strong one. I mean, look at everything you’ve been through, and here you are, still standing.”

Emma snorted, but there was no real humour in it. “Yeah, but sometimes it’s just so damn hard, you know? It’s like… I keep trying and trying, and nothing ever works out the way I want it to.”

Her voice cracked a little, and I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, even though she quickly tried to blink them away. I reached over, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with my thumb.

“Hey,” I whispered, tilting her chin up so she had to look at me. “You’ve got me, okay? We’ll figure it out together. We always do.”

Emma smiled through her tears, her lips trembling slightly. “I know, Nick. I just… sometimes I forget that.”

We sat there in silence for a while, just the two of us, the only sounds the crickets chirping and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. The night wrapped around us like a blanket, comforting in its stillness. Emma leaned into me more, her body warm and familiar against mine.

“Thanks for being here, Nick,” she murmured, her eyes closing as the alcohol and the emotional weight of the conversation finally caught up with her.

“Always, Em,” I whispered back, pulling her closer. She was my sister, my best friend, and as I held her there under the vast expanse of stars, I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her safe and happy.

“Fuck me, I am so drunk,” Emma said as she drank some more.

“Fuck me huh, is that an offer, haha joke… joke,” I said as I know everyone uses the expression fuck me when for example long day.

“Oh my god, you’re my brother can’t believe you said that,” she said as she slurred her words.

I let out a low chuckle, feeling my cock twitch at the thought of Emma in that state. “Just joking, Em,” I said, my voice low and smooth. “You know I’d never do that.”

But as I looked down at her, her tits spilling out of her tank top, her nipples hard and pointing straight at me, I couldn’t help but wonder. Emma had always been the forbidden fruit, the one woman I couldn’t have, no matter how much I wanted her. But now, with her drunk and vulnerable like this, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the desire coursing through me.

I leaned in, my breath hot against Emma’s ear. “Are you sure about that, Em?” I murmured, my voice low and dangerous. “Because right now, I can’t help but think about how good it would feel to have you, all warm and wet and willing beneath me.”

Emma gasped, her body stiffening as my words hit her. “Nick, what are you-“

But I didn’t let her finish. I pressed my lips against hers, silencing her with a deep, hungry kiss. She tasted like whiskey and lipstick, her mouth soft and pliant as she melted into me.

My hands roamed over her body, cupping her tits and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top. She moaned, her hands gripping my arms as she pressed herself closer to me.

“Oh god, Nick,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible as I kissed and bit at her neck. “Nick, I shouldn’t, I can’t… We can’t… its… its Mmmm so wrong, fuck it.”

Emma’s voice trailed off into a soft, desperate moan as I reached down and slid my hand up under her skirt. Her pussy was hot and wet, just like I knew it would be. She was soaked through her panties, the thin fabric sticking to her skin as I pressed my fingers against her swollen clit.

She bucked against me, grinding herself against my hand as I teased and tormented her with slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to fight back the pleasure that was quickly overwhelming her senses. “Nick… oh god… please…”

I grinned wickedly at the sight of Emma like this – vulnerable and desperate for more of what only I could give her. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants as I imagined sliding inside of that tight little cunt of hers – filling it up with every inch of hard, pulsing flesh until there was nothing left but raw ecstasy between us.

“Please what?” I asked gruffly, my voice thick with lust and desire for this woman who had always been off-limits to me before now. “Tell me what you want from me.”

Emma let out a low, desperate moan as she pressed her body closer to mine. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of our heavy breathing and the crickets chirping in the night air. “I want you inside me, Nick.”

My cock throbbed painfully at her words, my hands shaking with anticipation as I reached down and began to unbutton my pants. Emma watched me with wide, hungry eyes as I pulled out my thick shaft – already slick with pre-cum and pulsing with the need for her sweet little cunt.

She licked her lips nervously, her eyes flicking between my face and that massive piece of meat in front of her. “Oh god,” she whimpered softly under her breath. “That thing is so fucking big.”

“Don’t worry,” I assured her gruffly, sliding one hand up under Emma’s skirt once again while using the other to gently guide that beautiful face closer towards where it belonged most – right there on the head of my swollen cock. “I’ll go slow at first.”

Emma whimpered softly as she felt the head of my cock pressing against her lips. She hesitated for just a moment, but then slowly parted them, allowing me to slip inside.

I groaned aloud as I felt Emma’s warm, wet mouth wrapping around me – her tongue swirling and dancing along the length of my shaft while she sucked and sucked on it like there was no tomorrow. She was so fucking good at this; it was all I could do not to cum right then and there from just the sensation of her sweet little mouth sliding up and down over every inch of hard flesh between us.

But I managed to hold back somehow, wanting instead to make this moment last as long as possible before finally giving in to that overwhelming need which had been building up inside me ever since we started talking about our secret desires earlier that night.

My hands slid down Emma’s body until they found their way under her skirt again – this time delving even deeper into the forbidden territory between those luscious thighs of hers until finally finding what they were looking for: that soft, damp patch where two eager sets of lips met in a passionate embrace beneath layers upon layers of thin silk fabric…

“Ohhhh…” Emma gasped softly around my cock when she felt my fingers brushing against her swollen clit through those tiny panties she had on underneath everything else.

She pulled me out of her mouth took off her skirt and panties and laid down.

“Nick put it in my pussy please,” she said rubbing her cunt.

I didn’t hesitate for a moment, positioning myself between Emma’s legs as I guided the head of my cock to the slick, wet entrance of her pussy. She moaned as she felt me pressing against her, her hips bucking up to meet me.

“Yes, Nick,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside of her. “Fuck me, please.”

I slid inside of her with a slow, deliberate motion, savouring the feeling of her tight, wet pussy enveloping every inch of my cock. She was so fucking tight, her muscles clenching around me like a vice as I began to thrust in and out of her.

Emma moaned and gasped with every stroke, her nails digging into my back as she begged for more. I gave her what she wanted, driving myself deeper and harder into her with every thrust until I was bottomed out inside of her.

“Oh god, Nick,” she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode the waves of pleasure that were crashing over her. “It feels so good, so fucking good.”

I couldn’t help but agree, my own pleasure building up inside of me with every stroke. Emma was so fucking perfect, her pussy hot and wet and eager for every inch of me.

Just being inside my sister, I felt like cumin but I held back and took my time taking her tight cunt.

Emma’s pussy was a wonder, tight and hot, and as I pushed deeper inside of her, she cried out in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, yes, just like that, Nick.”

Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t help but reach out and touch them. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, and she moaned as I tweaked them gently. “Yes, harder, please.”

I did as she asked, grabbing ahold of her tits and squeezing them roughly. Emma cried out in pleasure, her pussy tightening around my cock as she came hard. “Unngh, fuck, yes, Nick, don’t stop!”

“Oh, your pussy… Mmmm oh, you feel good, do you like my cock, do you want me to go harder, Emma?” I growled, my hips snapping forward with a punishing force that made her gasp.

“Yes, yes, harder, fuck me harder!” Emma begged, her fingers clawing at my back as she met each brutal thrust with one of her own.

Her pussy was like a vice, tight and hot and dripping wet with her desire. I could feel myself getting close, my balls drawing up tight against my body as I pounded into her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Emma!” I grunted, my hips stuttering as I fought to hold back just a little longer.

“Cum for me, Nick, fill me up!” Emma cried out, her pussy clenching around me as she ground herself against me.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a roar, I buried myself to the hilt inside of Emma, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I filled her up with load after load of hot, sticky cum. Emma moaned and whimpered, her pussy milking every last drop from me as I emptied myself inside of her.

We lay there for a moment, panting and sweating and utterly spent. The night air was cool against our heated skin, but it did little to alleviate the burning sensation that still lingered between us.

I rolled off of Emma, my cock slipping from her slick, satisfied pussy with a soft, wet sound. I looked down at her, my heart swelling with a mixture of love, lust, and guilt for what we’d just done.

“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching out to brush a stray lock of golden hair from her sweaty forehead.

Emma nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Yeah,” she said, her voice soft and sleepy. “That was… unexpected, but really good.”

I smiled back, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. I knew what we’d done was wrong, but it had felt so right in the moment. And as long as Emma was okay with it, I knew I could live with the guilt.

“Come on,” I said, standing up and offering Emma my hand. “Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed. We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

Emma took my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine as she stood up. She leaned into me, her body warm and soft against mine. “Okay,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “I’ll see you in bed, big brother.”

I watched as she disappeared into the cabin, my heart heavy with the weight of what we’d just done. I knew we couldn’t keep this up, but for now, I was content to bask in the afterglow of our illicit encounter.

Tomorrow was another day, and we would have to face the consequences of our actions then. But for now, I could be happy with the memory of my sister’s soft, satisfied pussy wrapped around my cock – and the knowledge that no matter what happened, she would always be there for me, just like I would always be there for her.