I was walking past my sister’s room in just my boxers, her door slightly open. She was FaceTiming her boyfriend, Tommy. They hadn’t seen each other in weeks because of the lockdown. I was off to my room for a wank before bed. I stopped dead when they started talking about sex.
“Fuck, I miss your cock so much, babe,” she moaned, her voice thick. “I’m so damn horny, I ache for it.” My eyes zeroed in as she slid her hand between her legs, grinding against herself. She was barely dressed, just a loose t-shirt and tiny panties.
“I miss you too, Kelly baby,” Tommy chuckled. “I bet Jason’s climbing the walls too. He’s probably desperate for a piece. You could always jump on his cock, huh? Haha.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut.
“Oh my God, Tommy, no way! I’m not having sex with my brother!” she practically shrieked, but her hips were already rocking faster, her hand pressing harder into her own wet spot. I couldn’t believe Tommy had actually said that about me. And the kicker? He wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t seen Jenny, my girl, in over a month. I was practically vibrating with need, my balls aching. I needed to bury myself in some wet heat, and I needed it now.
“So you wet,” Tommy said as she smiled at the camera on her phone. I stood there quietly and watched.
“Tommy,” she whimpered, her head falling back slightly, exposing the delicate line of her throat. “God, you have no idea… this is torture.”
“Oh, I think I do, baby,” he chuckled, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble. “You’re begging for it, aren’t you? Just imagine my hands on you right now. My mouth…”
He was cut of by a sexy voice in the background, “honey you coming for round two.” His face dropped as so did Kelly’s with anger.
“WHO the fuck is that,” she was so angry he hung up the call. I barged into her room.
“I heard you shout sis you ok,” I sat on her bed.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide and brimming with tears, her face a blotchy crimson. The phone was still clutched in her hand, the screen dark. “He… he’s a fucking bastard!” she choked out, her voice raw and hoarse. “Tommy’s a lying, cheating piece of shit!”
She launched the phone across the room, it bounced harmlessly off the carpeted wall, but the gesture was loaded with a primal fury. Her bottom lip trembled, and then she buried her face in her hands, wracking sobs tearing through her small frame. Her shoulders shook violently, her loose t-shirt rising and falling with each gasping breath.
I sat there, frozen for a second, the raw intensity of her pain hitting me even as my own body still thrummed with the unreleased tension of before. My earlier lust warred with genuine concern for my sister. She was truly broken, and seeing her like this, so vulnerable, twisted something in my gut.
“Kelly,” I murmured, my voice softer than I intended. I reached out, gently placing my hand on her bare thigh and slowly stroked it.
My cock was still hard and slightly showing in the slightly opening of my boxers. Her sobs were loud, ragged, filling the small room. My hand on her thigh felt like a tiny spark in the middle of a storm, warm against her skin, a stark contrast to the cold, hard shock that had just ripped through her.
She didn’t push my hand away, didn’t even seem to notice it at first, completely consumed by her grief. Her body shook with a force that made the whole bed tremble slightly. I squeezed her leg gently, a gesture meant to be purely comforting, but the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers, the curve of her thigh, sent a low thrum through me. The earlier conversation, those explicit images, still vivid in my mind, made it impossible for my body to truly calm down.
“He’s… he said… he said he missed me, Jason,” she gasped between sobs, pulling her hands away from her face, her eyes red and puffy, looking at me with a bewildered pain. “He said he was so horny for me! All that time… all that time, he was with someone else!” Her voice cracked on the last words.
I instinctively shuffled closer, pulling her into a half-embrace. She leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder, her wet cheek pressing against my bare skin. Her hair, soft and smelling faintly of strawberries, tickled my chin. The warmth of her body against mine, the feel of her fragile frame trembling in my arms, was both comforting and incredibly arousing. I could feel the soft give of her breast against my side as she burrowed into me.
My hand, still on her thigh, slid up just a fraction, resting higher, closer to the hem of her tiny panties. I held her tight, just stroking her back awkwardly. “I’m so sorry, sis,” I mumbled, my voice rougher than I intended. The words felt inadequate, hollow, against the magnitude of her pain. But what else could I say? My mind was a buzzing hive of conflicting thoughts – concern, anger at Tommy, and that persistent, throbbing ache in my groin.
Her sobs slowly began to subside, turning into shuddering breaths. She clung to me, her fingers digging lightly into my bare back. “I hate him, Jason. I hate him so much,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, muffled against my shoulder.
She looked down at my boxers, “Oh, erm, you have a missing button I can see your…” Her voice trailed off, her red-rimmed eyes dropping from my face to the front of my boxers. The loose fabric, already struggling to contain my hardened cock, gaped slightly where the button had indeed come undone, revealing the thick head pushing against the taut material.
A flush spread across her already blotchy cheeks, not entirely from crying this time. Her gaze lingered for a beat too long, then snapped back up to my face, a new kind of bewildered expression mixing with her pain. The air in the room, already thick with her grief, suddenly crackled with a different kind of tension.
I felt my own face heat up, a wave of mortifying embarrassment washing over me. I instinctively tried to shift, to pull the fabric together, but it was a clumsy, obvious movement. “Oh, uh, yeah, sorry. Must have…” My voice died in my throat. What was I supposed to say?
She didn’t pull away, though. Her fingers, which had been clutching my bare back, now loosened slightly, almost tracing the outline of my shoulder blade. Her eyes, still raw from tears, seemed to hold a strange mix of shock and… something else. Curiosity? Recognition? The previous conversation, the one where Tommy had jokingly suggested this very thing, hung unspoken in the air between us.
Her lower lip, still trembling from her sobs, now parted slightly. She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering down to my groin again. The silence stretched, heavy and charged. Her initial reaction of disgust or immediate recoil wasn’t there. Instead, there was this unsettling quiet, a charged pause.
“It’s… big,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with retained emotion, her eyes wide as they settled on my erection again. “Bigger than Tommy’s… is… is mum asleep.”
Her words, the comparison, hit me like a jolt of electricity. My breath hitched in my throat. My face, already flushed, burned even hotter. The sheer audacity of her observation, coupled with the vulnerable intimacy of the moment, sent a dizzying rush through me. “Mum’s… yeah, she’s asleep,” I managed to croak out, my voice barely a whisper. “Been out for hours. Why?”
“Because,” she finally whispered, her voice so soft I had to lean in to hear it, “I… I don’t want her to hear us, my bed squeaks so you have to be quiet.” Her fingers, which had loosely gripped my back, now tightened, digging into my skin again. “That’s if you wanna, you know.”
“Wait… really,” I said shocked as she started to take her panties off and get into bed waiting for me.
I didn’t need any more convincing. My own aching erection was a testament to how starved I was, how much I craved release, and how potent the combination of her vulnerability and her sudden, audacious offer was. My boxers, already stretched thin, felt suffocating. With trembling hands, I fumbled with the waistband, peeling them down. They caught on my rigid cock for a second, a brief, delicious friction, before I got them over it and kicked them off, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled heap next to her discarded panties.
Then I was moving, sliding onto the bed beside her. The mattress springs groaned a little under my weight – a small, illicit sound in the quiet house. Kelly flinched, her eyes darting to the closed door, then back to mine, a nervous, expectant look in their depths.
“Quiet, remember,” she whispered, her voice still a little shaky from crying, but laced with a new, breathless anticipation. She shifted, turning fully onto her side to face me, her leg relaxed over my waist. “You gonna put it in then.”
I pulled her leg higher up my waist so my cock had a good angle to hit that pussy. My hand on her bum and the other feeding my cock into her pussy. The tip, slick with my pre-cum, nudged against her wet folds. She gasped, a soft, choked sound that was more a shuddering breath than an actual noise. Her hips instinctively tilted, a silent invitation, and I pushed gently.
The entry was slow, deliberate, a tight embrace that stole my breath. Her wetness, the raw heat of her, enveloped me in a way I hadn’t felt in months. I could feel her inner walls clenching around me, soft and yielding, yet incredibly snug. The mattress groaned again, a louder complaint this time, and Kelly let out a sharp, almost panicked whimper. Her eyes, wide and glistening, darted to the door again, then back to my face, a silent plea for discretion.
“Quiet,” I breathed, my voice hoarse, a slight tremor in it. I gripped her hips, steadying her as I pushed deeper, slowly burying myself completely inside her. My balls hit her bottom, a soft thud that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me. A low moan escaped my lips, but I bit it back, gritting my teeth.
Kelly’s back arched slightly, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. Her head fell back against the pillow, exposing her throat again, but this time her eyes were squeezed shut, a look of intense, almost painful pleasure etched on her face. A small, guttural sound, half-sob, half-gasp, escaped her as I bottomed out inside her.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of her, of sex, and of a strange, illicit intimacy. Every nerve ending in my body was alight. This wasn’t just about release; it was about the profound, shocking reality of being inside my sister. The thought, the forbidden nature of it, only intensified the rush.
Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist, pulling me in closer, pressing her hips against mine. I started to move, slowly at first, a shallow thrust, then another, trying to find a rhythm that wouldn’t make the bed scream. The gentle friction was exquisite, and the feeling of her responding, subtly at first, then with more urgency, was intoxicating.
“Oh, Jason,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, ragged and laced with a mix of despair and growing desire. “God, it… it feels so good.” Her hips began to rock with mine, a primal rhythm, her small movements sending shivers through me. The mattress creaked a warning, and we both froze for a split second, listening. Only the distant hum of the fridge and the pounding of our own hearts filled the silence.
Then, she pressed her lips to my jaw, a desperate, hungry kiss, her tongue flicking against my skin. “Don’t stop,” she breathed against my ear, her voice raw, electric. “Please, don’t stop. Oh yes… ahh fuck.”
And with that plea, the last vestiges of my conscious guilt seemed to dissolve, replaced by a consuming desire to give her what she needed, and to take what I desperately craved. I picked up the pace, slow but firm, careful to avoid the loudest of the bedsprings, focusing entirely on the wet, hot sheath of her body around mine.
My hips moved in a steady rhythm, as my thick cock was sliding in and out of Kelly’s tight pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort from the sheer size of of my dick stretching her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clung to me as I really started to go at her.
“Fucking hell, god your pussy feels so good,” I roll us over so she is on her back. I lift each of her legs and put them over my shoulders and started hammering into her pussy.
A guttural groan ripped from my throat, my thick cock, already throbbing, plunged into Kelly’s tight pussy with relentless, hungry force. The wet, primal slap of flesh against flesh wasn’t just filling the room; it was echoing in my very bones, a rhythm that was all mine.
Her legs, wrapped around my shoulders like a vice, were the perfect leverage. I used them, pulling her closer, driving myself deeper with each powerful pump. My hips slammed against hers – thwack, thwack, thwack – a relentless rhythm of pure, unadulterated need. The bed bucked and shuddered beneath us, the headboard hammering against the wall, a frantic drumbeat to our escalating passion.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” Kelly gasped, her voice a thin, strangled whimper. Her hands flew up, clamping over her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure, though I could still hear the desperate sounds escaping. Her eyes squeezed shut, a testament to the exquisite torture I was inflicting, stretching her to her absolute limits as my massive dick slid in and out, slick and hot.
“Yeah, Kelly! Ugh! Just like that. Let it out, baby!” I grunted, my own voice rough, barely recognizable. Every fiber of my being was concentrated on the glorious stretch and squeeze of her pussy around my cock. “Nghh… F-fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!”
My jaw was clenched so tight it ached, my face a mask of primal lust and singular focus. Sweat, a slick sheen, beaded on my forehead and chest, mingling with hers as I thrust, pistons of raw desire. “Can you feel that? Huh? Can you feel all of me?” I bit out, pushing even harder. My balls slapped against her ass with each powerful, almost violent thrust, a rhythmic thud against her soft flesh. “Ahhh… God, Kelly… Mmmph! So good!”
“Mmmph! Mmmph!” She moaned desperately behind her hand, her hips bucking wildly to meet my thrusts. Her back arched off the bed, pressing her chest against mine. I pushed her shirt up, revealing her perfect, perky breasts. She had no bra on. I couldn’t help but put one of her tits in my mouth and continued to pound her.
“Oh God, Jason!” She cried out, her voice muffled by her hand. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
I grunted in response, my body moving in rhythm with hers. The bed shook violently beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. It was a wonder it hadn’t woken up our mother yet.
“Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” She moaned, her body trembling as she reached the edge of ecstasy. I could feel her tightening around me, her legs locking around my shoulders as she pulled me deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered in her ear, my voice hoarse with desire. “Let go for me.”
Her eyes flew open, her pupils blown wide with a mix of shock, pleasure, and something else – a hint of fear, perhaps, or maybe just the sheer intensity of the moment. Her mouth was still covered by her hand, but I could see her lips parted beneath it, hear the muffled cries of ecstasy escaping.
“Mmmph! Mmmph!” She cried out, her body shuddering as she reached her climax. I felt her tighten around me once more, her nails digging into my back as she clung to me.
I groaned, my own release following close behind. My body tensed as I emptied myself inside her, my heart pounding in my chest. We lay there for a moment, panting and gasping for air, our bodies still entwined.
“Oh my God, Jason,” Kelly whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “That was…incredible.”
I smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her sweat-soaked forehead. “You’re telling me.”