I had been looking forward to a quiet weekend. My mom had left for a business trip, and I was glad to have the apartment all to myself. It was a little too quiet at times, but I liked the freedom. I could sink into the couch with my video games or binge-watch whatever I wanted without anyone judging me.
But then my sister Karen showed up, her presence filling the small space with a sudden energy.
Karen was vibrant and full of life. At thirty-four, she had a confidence I admired. She wore a tight, low-cut top that accentuated her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, paired with a short, flared skirt that highlighted her shapely legs. The top, a dark shade of red, seemed to mould itself to her bust, the fabric stretched taut across her generous curves. Her cleavage was undeniably prominent, a sight that made my teenage heart skip a beat. The way the dim lights in the living room glinted off her smooth skin and shiny hair made her look effortlessly stunning. She was undeniably the kind of sister who turned heads, even when she walked into our own home.
“Hey, little bro!” she said, her voice bright and playful as she dropped her bag on the floor. “I heard Mom’s gone for the weekend. What trouble are you getting into?”
“Not much, just hanging out,” I replied, trying to play it cool. I tried to keep my gaze from wandering, but it was impossible not to notice how she effortlessly pulled off the outfit that so many women would struggle to wear comfortably. Her confidence was infectious.
As she settled on the couch next to me, I could smell her perfume, a sweet floral scent that was both intoxicating and familiar. It made the living room feel warmer somehow. “You should’ve called me!” she exclaimed, “We could’ve had a party!”
I chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in hanging out with your little brother. But if you want, we could order some pizza and watch a movie.”
A grin spread across her face. “Now you’re talking! But let’s spice things up a bit. I brought some vodka.”
Not long after, the pizza arrived. The box was warm and the savory aroma filled the room. We sat on the couch, tossing slices back and forth in between sips from our makeshift vodka cocktails, laughing at bad jokes and the movie playing in the background.
As the night wore on, I found myself loosening up, my brain buzzing with the alcohol and the warmth of laughter shared with my sister. Karen told stories about her life, and I shared my own tales from school and friends. She was fun-loving, making ridiculous faces and pretending to be overly dramatic about every little thing. Her laughter was contagious, and her eyes, sparkling with amusement, held a mischievous glint.
The vodka worked its charm, and before long, we were both half-laughing, half-gasping for air. I watched as she threw her head back with laughter, her hair cascading around her shoulders, the low-cut top slipping slightly as she leaned in closer. In those moments, it dawned on me that Karen wasn’t just my sister; she was also someone I really looked up to. Her boobs, bountiful and alluring, were constantly in my peripheral vision, their presence a subtle distraction that made my cheeks flush.
“Do you think Mom will be mad we had a little fun?” I asked, already knowing the answer in my tipsy state.
“Oh, she’d never know!” Karen laughed, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this unexpected evening. For that brief moment, the space between brother and sister shrank, and I just enjoyed the carefree vibe of the weekend.
Her bust, packed into the low-cut top, seemed to defy gravity, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. It was a night I wouldn’t soon forget, a night where the lines blurred and a new understanding of my sister blossomed amidst the pizza, vodka, and laughter.
The night continued to unwind, the vodka loosening our inhibitions further. The movie faded into the background, replaced by our own rambling conversations and easy laughter. Karen’s hand brushed against mine as she reached for another pizza slice, sending a jolt of awareness through me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a strange mix of nervousness and a burgeoning excitement I couldn’t quite explain.
Her eyes, slightly glazed over with alcohol, met mine. A playful smirk curled her lips. “You know,” she said, her voice husky, “You’ve grown up quite a bit since I last saw you.”
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, a warmth spreading through my body that had nothing to do with the vodka. “Yeah, well, you haven’t changed much,” I managed, my voice a little rougher than I intended.
She leaned in closer, her perfume filling my senses, the scent mingling with the pizza and the faintest hint of alcohol. “Except maybe a little taller,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over my ear.
I couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage, the way her top seemed to strain under the weight of her breasts. It was a sight I had never really noticed before, never truly appreciated. The lines between sister and something more were blurring, and for the first time, I felt a potent mix of attraction and confusion.
“You’re looking at me a bit too intently, like staring at my boobs haha,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.
“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, my face burning with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to.”
She giggled a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “It’s okay, little bro. You’re allowed to look. Do you like them or something.” Her words, laced with a hint of something I couldn’t quite place, made my heart pound in my chest her hand on my thigh.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, my voice barely audible. “I… I do.”
A slow smile spread across Karen’s face, a knowing smirk that made my stomach flip. She leaned in even closer, her hand sliding up my thigh, sending shivers through my body. I felt a strange pull towards her, a desire I’d never experienced before, especially not for my sister.
“You’re a naughty little brother,” she whispered, her voice husky with a hint of mischief. “Not seen your room in a while, want to show me it.”
“You’re a naughty little brother, you are wanting a bit ain’t you dirty boy, want to see,” she whispered, her voice husky.
I swallowed thickly, my mouth suddenly dry. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” I lied, but my body betrayed my words.
Karen’s hand crept higher, her fingers grazing the waistband of my pants. “Oh, I think you do,” she purred, her eyes darkening with a hunger I’d never seen before.
She shifted on the couch, straddling my lap with a boldness that left me breathless. The short skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the sight, my hands instinctively coming to rest on her hips.
“I’ve always known you were a good-looking boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. “But now I see what a man you’ve become.”
I felt a surge of masculine pride at her words, my body responding to her proximity. She ground her hips against mine, and I groaned at the friction, my hands tightening on her waist.
“Karen,” I breathed, my voice strained. “We shouldn’t…”
“Shh,” she hushed, pressing a finger to my lips. “Don’t think too much, little bro. Just feel.”
She lifted her bottom up a little to reach my zipper underneath her, was she going to ride me?
She took out my hard cock and lifted her skirt and stretched her panties to aside as she lowered down as she whimpered, “Ah.”
I took control and stood up while still inside her and laid us both down on the couch and I was like a wild animal. I started pumping in and out of her pussy and really hammering her.
Karen’s nails dug into my back as I took control, our bodies moving in sync as I pounded into her. The heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock, each thrust causing us both to gasp and moan.
“Fuck, Adam,” she panted, her breasts bouncing with each movement. “You feel so good inside me.”
Her words only spurred me on, my hips moving faster as I drove myself deeper into her. I could feel every inch of her, every quiver and shudder as I filled her completely.
“You like that, sis?” I growled, my hands gripping her hips tighter. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to, my body was consumed with need and desire for her. I pulled her closer, our chests pressed together as I continued to thrust into her. I could feel her heart racing against mine, our breaths mingling as we moved together.
“Adam,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
“Trust me, I ain’t stopping,” I growled, my voice a raw, primal command that echoed in the otherwise silent living room. “Ungh, fuck, you feel so good, Karen. Your pussy is mine from now on, you understand? Now, moan for me, let me hear it.”
The words were laced with a possessive hunger, a need to dominate and consume. My hips slammed into her again, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet living room, a testament to the raw power of our coupling.
Karen’s moans were a symphony of pain and pleasure, a guttural cry that sent shivers down my spine. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails biting into my flesh as she rode my cock with a newfound ferocity. “Oh god, Adam, yes… fuck… yes!” Her voice was a desperate plea, a breathless gasp that intertwined with the rhythmic slapping of our bodies.
Her breasts, full and heaving with each thrust, bounced against my chest, a mesmerizing dance of flesh and desire. I felt a surge of triumph, a sense of ownership that was both intoxicating and terrifying. This was mine, this feeling, this woman… my sister.
“You like that, huh? You like it rough, huh?” I demanded, my voice thick with desire. “Tell me how much you love it.”
Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with a wild, ecstatic look. There was a desperate need in her gaze, a surrender to the primal force that consumed us both. “Fuck, Adam, rougher,” she gasped, her voice raw. “Harder, fuck, Adam, harder.”
The words fueled the fire within me. I increased the pace, my thrusts deep and powerful, each one a brutal reminder of my control. Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist, pulling me closer, molding her body perfectly against mine.
Her pussy, slick with arousal, pulsed around my cock, a tight, welcoming embrace. I could feel the heat of her passion, the way her muscles clenched and released with each movement. The sight of her, her body arching and twisting beneath me, fueled my desire.
“Ah fuck, Adam, you’re gonna bust inside me,” she cried, her voice strained with pleasure. “Oh god, yes, please…”
“Yeah, you want me to cum inside you, don’t you?” I asked, my voice a low growl. “Want to feel my seed inside you, sis?”
“Yes, please… please, fuck me…”
Her words sent a jolt of pleasure through me. The thought of filling her, of marking her as mine, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
“Oh god, Adam,” she cried out, her voice laced with a desperate need. “Fuck, you’re so strong. Harder, please, harder. Ahhh, fuck my cunt.”
Her moans were becoming more frantic, more desperate. Her pussy walls tightened around me, a warm, welcoming embrace that threatened to drive me over the edge.
I pushed harder, deeper, feeling her body tense as I neared my own climax. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming,” she screamed, her voice reaching a hysterical pitch. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, her nails digging deeper into my back.
I, too, was on the verge. My muscles tensed, my body thrumming with anticipation. I roared as I reached my peak, but instead of releasing, I pulled out. The look of confusion and disappointment on her face was quickly replaced by a new surge of desire.
“Doggy style,” I commanded, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to the edge of the couch. I pushed her forward, forcing her to bend over the cushions, her breasts bouncing with the movement.
I lined myself up at the entrance of her tight, glistening pussy. I slammed into her hard, the force of the impact causing her to gasp and moan. The sound of her ass cheeks slapping against my body filled the room as I brutally pounded into her.
I continued to fuck her with a brutal intensity, relishing her cries of pain and pleasure. I wanted her broken, aching, and completely mine. And as I worked her body with a feverish rhythm, I knew she was mine.
“Fuck sis, I never thought I would be the one fucking your nasty cunt,” I said, my voice a guttural rasp, my anger and desire a potent cocktail. Each thrust was a powerful reminder of my control, the sound of her ass slapping against me a symphony of my dominance.
“Oh god, Adam!” she screamed out my name like a prayer to the heavens above. Her voice was laced with desperation and lust; it was intoxicating. “I never thought you’d be fucking me like this.”
I pumped harder, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the brutal symphony of our lovemaking. And as she cried out again, I erupted deep inside her, filling her tight, wet pussy with my seed.
We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies intertwined, a testament to the raw, powerful connection that consumed us. Her cunt, damp and swollen, a sweet reminder of our wild, passionate night.