My sister Melissa was always a bit of a slag, I think most the guys have seen her fanny. I know some of my friends have boned her. It was Friday night well early hours of Saturday as it was 2:34 am when she came rolling in through the door as I sat on the couch with a beer.
I braced myself. Melissa at 2:34 am usually meant drama, and drama usually meant I was somehow getting involved. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smeared, and she was clutching her purse like it held the secret to the universe.
“Rough night?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral as she sat down opposite from me in her short mini skirt.
“Rough doesn’t even begin to cover it,” she mumbled, dropping her purse on the floor with a thud. She kicked off her heels, sending them skittering across the hardwood floor. “God, my feet are killing me.”
She leaned back into the couch, closing her eyes for a moment. Her skirt rode a little higher up her thighs, and I quickly averted my gaze. Despite everything, she was still my sister.
“So, spill, you normally bring some guy back for a quickie,” I said, popping the top on another beer as I couldn’t help look up her skirt, shit she had no knickers on.
Melissa groaned and opened her eyes, giving me a withering look. “Real classy, Darren. Always with the brotherly support.” She paused, then sighed. “Look, it’s not that kind of night, okay? This isn’t about some guy or a ‘quickie,’ as you so eloquently put it. But I could have done with a quickie, been a week since I my fanny had got a bit of dic… Never mind.”
“Don’t talk about your… fanny I maybe your brother but I am still a guy,” I laughed but I got hard thinking about it. I actually loved how she mentioned her fanny.
Melissa smirked, a flicker of her usual playful teasing returning to her eyes. “Oh, I know you’re a guy, Darren. Hard to forget sometimes.” She stretched, deliberately sinking further into the cushions. The movement caused her skirt to inch up again, revealing even more of her bare thighs. I saw a glimpse of pubic hair.
I felt my cheeks flush. She knew exactly what she was doing, the little tease. It was like a game to her, pushing boundaries, seeing how far she could go. And I, being her brother, was an easy target.
“So, what happened then?” I asked, forcing myself to maintain eye contact with her face. “What made this night so ‘rough’ if it wasn’t about some fleeting encounter?”
She hesitated, her playful expression fading slightly. “It’s… complicated,” she said, picking at a loose thread on the couch. “It’s about Mark.”
Mark. My stomach clenched. Mark was her ex, the one she had dated for two years before he unceremoniously dumped her for some blonde bimbo from his office. The breakup had been messy, filled with tears, angry phone calls, and dramatic declarations of never wanting to see him again.
“Mark? What about him?” I asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I really didn’t want to get dragged into another round of Melissa’s relationship drama, especially if it involved that sleazeball.
“He… he called me tonight,” she said quietly, avoiding my gaze. “Said he wanted to talk.”
“And you went?” I couldn’t help the incredulous tone in my voice. “Melissa, after everything he put you through?”
She finally looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of hurt and defiance. “I know, I know, it was stupid. But… I guess a part of me still wanted to hear what he had to say.”
“And what did he say?” I asked, bracing myself for the inevitable sob story.
“He said he made a mistake,” she whispered. “He said he regrets breaking up with me. He said he wants to get back together.”
My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe it. “He actually said that? After all this time?”
Melissa nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “He did. And… I don’t know what to do, Darren. A small part of me wants to say yes. But the rest of me is screaming no in case I can finally get a bit of dick from him and not feel so alone”
“So is it a bit of dick… you are needing,” I said as my hand shook drinking my beer, she sounded drunk.
Melissa’s eyes narrowed, and she sat up a little straighter, her earlier drunken slump momentarily forgotten. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Darren. It’s not just about the sex, though, honestly, that’s been dry as a bone for a while now. It’s about… validation, I guess. Knowing someone wants me, you know? Knowing I’m not completely undesirable and having me ride them till I am screaming for me to stop giving it to them and then I tell them to go even harder. Do you have… a condom.”
The question hung in the air, thick and heavy. My ears were ringing, unsure if I had heard her right. “Did you just ask me if I have a condom?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Melissa didn’t flinch. Her gaze was direct, almost challenging. “Yes, Darren. I did. Do you?”
“Why?” I said confused to why she was asking me.
“Why do you think?” she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She leaned forward, the scent of her perfume – a mix of floral and something musky – filling my nostrils. “You’re here. You’re available. And frankly, you’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive.” She gestured subtly to my lap, where the evidence of my arousal was probably visible even in the dim light.
“What if I don’t have one,” I smirked and said as my cock throbbed.
She smiled, a slow, provocative curve of her lips. “Then I guess we’ll have to be… careful.” Her eyes flickered down to my mouth, then back up to meet my gaze. She let her drunken lets flop slightly open, I could see up her skirt and her hairy slit.
My breath hitched. The air in the room felt thick, charged with a tension I’d never experienced with my sister before. This wasn’t the playful teasing, the sibling rivalry. This was something else entirely, something dangerous and forbidden. I was loving it.
“Melissa,” I began, my voice rough. “This is… wrong. We can’t. God trust me I could pound you right now.”
She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “Why not, Darren? Are you afraid? Pound away I don’t mind.”
I got up and joined her on the couch and sat next to her, she looked at my bulge and back at me. I put my hand on her thigh and her hand was on mine. She place her leg on my leg, which made her legs open more. I reached between her legs and touched her fanny.
I could feel her wetness through my fingers. She moaned softly, her eyes closing for a moment. “God, Darren,” she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. “It’s been so long since anyone’s touched me like that. Mmm rub it.”
I laid her down and lifter her skirt and put my head between her legs. I instantly started to lap up her pussy with my mouth.
The taste of her was intoxicating, a salty, musky flavour that sent shivers down my spine. I pressed my face harder against her, my tongue exploring every inch of her swollen flesh. She bucked beneath me, her hands gripping my hair tightly.
“Darren! Oh, God, Darren!” she gasped, her body arching off the couch. Her legs wrapped around my head, pulling me closer, deeper into her.
I lapped and sucked at her clit, teasing it with my teeth. Her moans grew louder, more frantic. I felt her body trembling, on the edge of something powerful.
“Please, Darren!” she cried out, her voice raw with need. “I need dick.”
I pulled back slightly, my face wet with her juices. I looked up at her, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with desire. I have never took my jeans off so fast and pulling my boxers down as my hard cock sprang free and was ready. I held her hip as I lined the tip of my cock up with her slit and slowly pushed it inside her.
She gasped as I pushed my cock inside her, her body tensing around me. It was tight, incredibly tight, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. I paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust, but she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me to go deeper.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. “Please, don’t stop.”
I started to move, slowly at first, savouring the feel of her body around mine. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, a mixture of guilt and pure, unadulterated lust. This was wrong, so wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was caught in a whirlwind of sensation, driven by a primal urge I couldn’t control.
As I picked up pace, slamming into her harder and harder. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, mingling with my own ragged breaths. I watched as I slammed her fanny so hard that her body jerked with each thrust. We were both drenched with sweat and my cock would not stop throbbing inside her fanny.
“Fuck!” she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side. “Oh, God, Darren, that feels so good! Harder! I could watch your cock go in and out of my fanny every day!”
I gripped her hips tighter, giving her exactly what she wanted. I pushed myself deeper, feeling the heat and wetness of her engulf me.
Her words spurred me on, and I began to pound into her with reckless abandon. The couch creaked and groaned beneath us, threatening to collapse under the force of my thrusts. Melissa’s body bounced with each impact, her breasts jiggling wildly. I wanted to see those tits, I pushed her top up and wow, no bra on.
Her tits were perfect, round and firm with small pink nipples that hardened under my gaze. I leaned down, capturing one in my mouth as I continued to slam into her. She cried out, her back arching off the couch. I sucked and bit at the sensitive flesh, my hands kneading her other breast roughly.
“Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” Melissa screamed, her voice echoing through the house.
I kept pounding into her, my hips moving at a frantic pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by Melissa’s cries of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, a tightness in my balls that signalled I was close. I grunted and held back as I continued to fuck her hairy pussy.
Melissa’s body tensed beneath me, her muscles clamping down around my throbbing cock. She was close, I could tell. Her breathing was erratic, her nails digging into my back hard enough to draw blood.
“Darren!” she cried out, her voice strained. “I’m… I’m gonna… Oh, God!”
With a final, shuddering thrust, she came undone. Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. I felt her juices gush out around my cock, soaking us both. The sensation was too much, and with a roar, I followed her over the edge. I slammed into her one last time, burying myself balls-deep as my own orgasm ripped through me.
My cock pulsed and throbbed, filling her with my hot, sticky seed. It felt like it went on forever, each spurt sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Shit I came inside of her.
As I finished, I lay on top of her, my face buried in the crook of her neck. We lay there, catching our breath, the only sound the heavy pounding of our hearts. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her body still sensitive from the intensity of our coupling.
After a moment, I pulled back, looking down at her. Her skin was flushed, her eyes glassy with post-orgasmic bliss. A small smear of blood on her thigh from where I’d bitten her caught my eye. I felt a pang of guilt, mixed with a thrill of excitement.
“Fuck, Melissa,” I murmured, running a hand through my hair. “That was… insane.” She smiled up at me, her expression languid. “Tell me about it,” she panted. “I needed that so badly.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, a low, husky sound. “Well, I’m glad I could oblige. I should have pulled out.”
“It’s ok, ill take the morning after pill when I get up.” She said as we both got off the couch.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groaning, I rolled over and grabbed it, squinting at the bright screen. A text from Melissa: “Morning, brother. Thanks again for last night. You’re a lifesaver… or maybe a dick-saver? I am just at the chemist.”
I had to laugh at that, shaking my head as I typed out a response. “Dick-saver, huh? I like the way you think, sis. Take care of that pill and I’ll see you at brunch.” I set the phone down and swung my legs over the side of the bed, I got up and got changed. Ready for the new day ahead.