My Sister’s Pussy: A Filthy Story

“Goddamnit, Ella, not this shit again,” I growled, downing my beer in one angry gulp. Her grin was infuriating, her green eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Come on, big bro, just admit it. You’re packing a baby carrot down there, aren’t you?”

I gritted my teeth, my anger boiling over, my cheeks hot with embarrassment and frustration. She had always been the annoying little sister, pushing my buttons until I snapped.

“Fuck you, Ella,” I snarled, slamming my beer on the table. “You don’t know shit about me or my cock. And if you keep talking about it, I swear I’ll make you regret it.”

But Ella just laughed, her cackles echoing through the room. “Oh, I’m so scared, big bro. You’re going to beat me up with your little dick. Please, spare me the drama.”

“Says you, flat-chested Ella,” I sneered, my eyes raking over her small breasts. She knew I always teased her about them, using them as ammunition in our never-ending arguments.

“I might not have huge tits like some sluts you know,” she shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. “But at least I have something real between my legs.”

“Really, Ella?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling a smirk tug at the corners of my mouth. “Are we going there? You want to talk about the size of your cunt?”

She blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. But she didn’t back down. “At least I have a real man who knows how to use it,” she retorted, jutting her chin out defiantly.

“Trust me, my dick is a lot better than your boyfriend’s, stupid little thing,” I sneered, leaning closer to her. “If you want, I can show you how good it is. Right here, right now.”

Ella’s eyes widened, and she looked at me in shock. But there was also a spark of excitement in her gaze, a curiosity that she couldn’t hide.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Wouldn’t I?” I purred, tracing a finger down her arm. “There’s a couch behind you, and you’re only wearing a thin nightie. It would be a shame if I pinned you down and showed you what a real man feels like.”

Ella’s breath hitched, and she licked her lips nervously. I could see the desire in her eyes, the longing for something more.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, shaking slightly.

“Why not?” I asked, my finger tracing circles on her arm. “Are you afraid of what you might feel?”

“I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her eyes flicking away from mine.

“That’s okay,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “We don’t have to do anything right now. But remember, if you ever want to know what a real man feels like, I’m here for you.”

Ella nodded, her eyes still downcast. I could see the wheels turning in her head, the curiosity and desire warring with her fear and uncertainty.

“I… I should go to bed,” she said, getting up.

“Oh, gone quiet now; you started this shit, Ella,” I called after her, my voice softer now. She turned back to me, her eyes still wary.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my shoulders sagging. “I didn’t mean to get so angry. I just… I hate when you talk about me like that.”

Ella nodded, her expression softening. “I know,” she said. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just… I wanted to get a reaction out of you. I know you’ve struggled lately, and I wanted to make you laugh.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. She always knew how to push my buttons, but she also knew how to make me feel better.

“I know,” I said, standing up from my chair. “And I’m sorry for what I said about your… your body.”

Ella smiled, her cheeks turning a soft pink. “It’s okay,” she said. “I know you don’t mean it. And besides, I’m not as flat-chested as you think.”

She lifted her nightie, flashing me a quick glimpse of her breasts. I felt my eyes widen, my mouth going dry. They were small but perky, with nipples that were already hard and puckered.

“Fuck, Ella,” I muttered, feeling a surge of desire wash over me. I had never seen my sister like this before, never sexually thought of her. But now, all I could think about was how good it would feel to touch and taste her.

“I’m sorry,” I said again, stepping back. “I shouldn’t have looked.”

Ella smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief again. “It’s okay,” she said. I wanted you to see. They’re not small, huh?”

I pulled my zipper down and took out my limp 10 inches, “see, it isn’t small; it’s like 10 inches even when not hard. I saw yours; you have seen mine.”

Ella’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of my cock, her mouth forming a small “o” of surprise. She had never seen me like this before, never seen me so exposed and vulnerable.

“Wow,” she breathed, taking a step closer to me. “It’s… it’s massive.”

I couldn’t help the smirk that spread across my face, feeling a surge of pride and confidence. I had always been self-conscious about my size, always worried that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy a woman. But now, seeing the awe and desire in Ella’s eyes, I knew I had nothing to worry about.

“Do you want to touch it?” I asked, my voice low and husky. I couldn’t believe what I was saying, couldn’t believe that I was offering my sister to touch my cock. But there was something about her that made me want to do it, something that made me want to push the boundaries of our relationship.

Ella hesitated, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine and my cock. I could see the curiosity and desire warring with her fear and uncertainty.

“I… I don’t know,” she said, biting her lip nervously.

“It’s okay,” I said, stepping closer to her. “We don’t have to do anything. We can explore each other and see what feels good.”

Ella nodded, her eyes still wary. But there was also a spark of excitement in her gaze, a longing for something more.

“Okay,” she whispered, reaching out a tentative hand. She touched my cock lightly, her fingers tracing the length of it. I couldn’t help the shudder that ran through my body, the feeling of her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“It’s so soft,” she murmured, her fingers exploring me further. “And so warm.”

I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my throat as she touched me, the feeling of her fingers on my cock driving me wild. I felt her face lightly, tracing my thumb over her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, eyes locked on hers.

Ella blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. But she didn’t pull away, didn’t stop touching me.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered, her eyes glinting with desire.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I had never been with a woman who wanted to do this, who tried to take control and pleasure me.

Ella sank to her knees, her eyes still locked on mine. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of my cock. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my throat, the feeling of her tongue on me driving me wild.

She took me in her mouth, her lips wrapping around my cock. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I couldn’t believe that my sister was sucking my cock. It felt so good, so right.

Ella started to move, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me. I couldn’t help the moans and groans that escaped my throat, the feeling of her mouth on me sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck, Ella,” I gasped, my hands tangling in her hair. “You feel so good. I can’t believe you’re sucking my dick.”

Ella moaned around my cock, her eyes glinting with desire. She reached up, touching my balls lightly.

“Oh fuck, maybe you should lay on the couch and let me show you how good my cock is?” I said as she withdrew my cock with a pop.

“On the couch?” Ella asked, looking up at me with surprise and excitement. I nodded, my cock twitching in anticipation. Ella stood up, a sly smile spreading across her face. She tugged at my hand, leading me to the nearby couch.

With a playful giggle, she pushed me back onto the couch, straddling me as I sat up. I groaned as I felt the heat of her pussy against my cock, already growing hard again. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I murmured, my hands resting on her hips.

She lifted her nightie entirely off; she pulled her panties to the side, revealing her bald cunt. I couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of her bare pussy. It was perfect, the lips plump and inviting, the clit already hard and throbbing.

“Do you like what you see?” Ella asked, her voice low and sultry. I nodded, unable to speak. I was too caught up in the moment, too overwhelmed by the sight of my sister’s naked body.

Ella positioned herself over my cock, slowly lowering herself down onto me. I groaned as I felt her tight warmth envelop me, the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Oh fuck, Ella,” I moaned, my hands gripping her hips. “You feel so good.”

Ella started to move, grinding her hips against mine. I couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized by the sight of her bouncing breasts and the way her pussy gripped my cock.

“Do you like that, big bro?” Ella asked, her voice teasing. I nodded, unable to speak. I was too caught up in the moment, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through my body.

Ella leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest. She kissed me, her lips soft and warm against mine. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as I deepened the kiss.

We broke apart, both of us panting and breathless. Ella started to ride me harder, her hips slamming against mine.

“Ungh… come on, Ella, bounce on that dick; you can do better than that,” I looked between my legs, her cunt hitting the base of my cock.

“Oh, you want me to ride it hard, huh?” Ella teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I nodded, my cock throbbing inside her tight pussy.

Ella started to move faster and harder, bouncing up and down on my cock like a wild animal. I couldn’t help but moan and groan as she rode me, the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock driving me wild.

“Oh fuck… oh god… oh Ella…” I gasped, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

“Ahhh yeah, my pussy feels good,” she moaned, slamming up and down as his ass cheeks slapped down hard on my balls.

I pulled her off my dick and got her bent over the couch as I got behind her.

“If I were you, Ella, I would hold tight, I mean real tight, as this is going to be very intense,” I smirked as I slid back inside her twat from behind. I held her ass cheeks tightly, and I took a deep breath.

I began to thrust into her, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy with ease. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, the warmth enveloping me as I filled her up completely.

“Oh god… oh fuck…” Ella moaned, pushing back against me as I thrust into her. “It feels so good…”

I reached around, my fingers finding their way to her clit. I began to rub it in slow circles, feeling it swell beneath my touch as she cried out in pleasure.

“Oh yeah… oh yeah…” Ella moaned louder now, arching her back as she pushed herself further onto my cock. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop!”

“I won’t, Ella,” I growled, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy with ease. “I’m going to make you cum so hard. I never thought I would be ever fucking you.”

As I felt Ella’s pussy tighten around me, her moans growing louder and more frantic, I knew I was about to cum. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back as long as possible. But it was no use, the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.

“Fuck, Ella, I’m going to cum,” I gasped, my cock twitching inside her. But I didn’t want to cum inside her, so I fucked a little bit longer. Then “Ungh Fuck,” I quickly pulled out and jerked it hard over her back.

I groaned, my cum spurting out onto her back and ass. It was a forceful, intense release, one that left me weak and shaky.

Ella collapsed onto the couch, panting and breathless. I fell onto the sofa beside her, my body still trembling from the force of my orgasm.

We lay there for a few moments, neither of us saying anything. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, I couldn’t believe that I had just fucked my sister.

But as I looked at Ella, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling with each breath, I knew it had been right. It had been intense, passionate, and raw, just like I had always wanted.

“Thank you,” Ella whispered, her eyes fluttering open. “That was… so fucking intense, better sex than my boyfriend. Oh god, I can’t believe I just cheated on him with you.”

The air in the room was thick with tension, the aftermath of our illicit encounter still lingering. I could feel the guilt creeping in, the realization of what we had just done sinking in. But there was also a part of me that felt alive, a part of me that felt pleased and satisfied.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Ella shook her head, her eyes still closed. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “I wanted it to happen just as much as you did.”

I turned to her, my heart heavy with guilt and shame. “But what about your boyfriend?” I asked, my voice laced with concern. “Won’t he be hurt when he finds out?”

Ella sighed, her eyes opening slowly. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice sad and resigned. “I care about him, but it’s never been like this with him. It’s never been this intense, this passionate.”

I nodded, understanding what she meant. I had never felt this way with my partners or experienced the raw, unfiltered passion I had just felt with Ella.

“But what now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Where do we go from here?”

Ella turned to me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “But I do know one thing.”

She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she took mine. “I know that I will never forget this moment, this feeling. I know that no matter what happens, I will always cherish this moment between us. I will take your cock anytime.”

I looked at her, my heart swelling with emotion. I knew what we had just done was wrong, something we should never have done. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the connection we had just formed, the passion and pleasure we had just shared.

“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I will be here for you whenever you need me.”

Ella smiled, her eyes lighting up with relief and gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning against my shoulder.

We lay there longer, our bodies still tangled, our hearts beating in sync. I knew what we had just done was wrong, something we should never have done. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the connection we had just formed, the passion and pleasure we had just shared.

As the night wore on and the reality of what we had done began to sink in, we slowly pulled apart, our bodies still trembling from the force of our encounter.

“I should go to bed; it’s late,” Ella whispered, getting up from the couch. She picked up her nightie and panties and quickly pulled them back on.

I nodded, my heart heavy with guilt and shame. “Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Ella nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’ll be waiting,” she whispered before turning and walking out of the room.