It was a typical Friday night, and I was being a loser—curled up on the couch in my threadbare jogging bottoms, controller in hand, half-heartedly grinding through missions in GTA V. The room was dim, lit mostly by the TV’s bluish flicker. I hadn’t bothered turning on the main light. I hadn’t even replied to the guys’ group chat. Just didn’t feel like being social.
It was well past midnight when I heard the front door creak open. A gust of warm night air swept in, followed by the unmistakable sound of April giggling—soft, slurred, and low in her throat. Then the click of the lock sliding into place. Her boots thudded unevenly across the floor.
I barely looked up, but then caught her in the corner of my eye. She was wearing a tiny skirt that barely covered her thighs, the kind of hem that shifted every time she moved. Her tank top was loose and low-cut, dipping at the chest and clinging where the fabric had stuck to her skin, slightly damp from the night. Her jean jacket hung open, slipping off one shoulder, and her dark hair was messy in that way that looks accidental but probably took an hour to get right.
She flopped down on the couch next to me, collapsing sideways like a marionette with cut strings, her thigh brushing against mine. Her perfume hit me a second later—sweet and heady with a trace of something smoky underneath.
“Jesus—” I jerked the controller upward as she nearly landed on my lap. “Careful,” I muttered, eyeing her sideways. “You’re drunk.”
She gave this sloppy little smile, not even pretending to argue. Her lipstick was smudged at the corner of her mouth, and one strap of her tank had slipped halfway down her arm, exposing more of her collarbone, the soft inner curve of her chest. She didn’t bother fixing it. Just let it hang there, eyes squinting at the screen.
“What are you playing?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the night. She tucked her legs under her, skirt riding even higher in the process. The bare skin of her thigh pressed against me now, warm and soft and completely unbothered.
“GTA,” I said. My voice cracked slightly, and I hated that she might’ve heard it. “You should drink some water.”
April snorted and reached blindly for the throw pillow, hugging it to her chest. The motion pushed her breasts up beneath the low scoop of her top, the fabric gaping for just a second before settling back into place. She caught me looking, maybe. Or maybe not. Hard to tell with her eyes half-lidded like that.
“You’re no fun,” she mumbled, eyes closing.
I shifted on the couch, trying to refocus on the game. But the controller suddenly felt stupid in my hands. The weight of her next to me, the barely-there clothing, the smell of her skin and hair—it made my whole body tense in this uneasy way. She wasn’t doing anything, really. Just existing loudly, being warm and too close and a little too careless.
“You should go to bed,” I said, not looking at her.
She hummed. “Maybe. It’s comfy here, though.”
A long silence stretched out. I could hear the faint pop of gunfire from the game, the static hum of the TV. Then her head dropped gently against my shoulder. Her hair tickled my jaw. I didn’t move.
“You smell nice,” she said sleepily, her words thick.
I swallowed hard, not trusting my voice.
“You’re drunk,” I said again, softer this time.
“Yeah,” she murmured. “But you’re still cute.”
My whole body stiffened. Her head was right there, resting on my shoulder like it belonged. Like it had always belonged. I didn’t dare move. I just stared straight ahead at the screen, the game now background noise to the sudden drumbeat in my chest.
“You’re still cute,” she’d said.
I blinked, trying to steady my breath. My hands were clammy around the controller, my arms too aware of every place we were touching. The side of her breast pressed lightly against my arm. Her thigh, bare and smooth, was still against mine. I could feel the slow, drowsy rise and fall of her breathing, her body practically melting into me.
I cleared my throat, my voice barely working. “What’s… what’s gotten into you, April?”
She didn’t answer right away. Just shifted slightly, enough that her tank slipped further, revealing the slope of her shoulder and the faint lace of her bra strap. Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. I glanced down at her—at the curve of her chest rising beneath that thin tank, the soft pout of her lips as she half-smiled, eyes still closed.
“I dunno,” she whispered, like it was some kind of secret between us. “You’re just being all quiet tonight. And… warm.”
I laughed nervously, rubbing the back of my neck with one hand. “You’re drunk. You don’t mean any of that.”
She opened one eye, barely, and gave me a look. “Brad. Come on. I’ve seen you stare.”
My mouth went dry. I looked away instantly, heat crawling up my neck. “Jesus, April.”
“What?” she said, almost teasing, nuzzling closer. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It kinda is,” I muttered, gripping the controller too tightly. “You’re my… you’re April. You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“But I want to,” she said softly, and then yawned, like we were talking about the weather. “You’re always so tense around me. It’s kinda sweet.”
My heart was hammering now. I couldn’t tell if she was being serious, or just drunk and playful. Maybe both. I hated how much I wanted to believe it was serious. How long had I been holding that in—watching her float through the house in shorts too short, brushing past me like it didn’t mean anything?
“You should really get to bed,” I said again, this time firmer, trying to find the ground beneath my feet.
April didn’t move. “Make me.”
I looked at her then—really looked. The way her lips were slightly parted, her eyes glassy but watching me now. Waiting.
My cock started to get hard and strain against my jogging bottoms. I was halfway in a mission, well a car race.
“I bet I can distract you,” what did she mean by that. Then all of a sudden her hand reached to my waistband of my jogging bottoms. She tugged and they went down slightly with my boxers. “Lets see how good your driving is while I suck your cock.”
My breath hitched. The screen blurred. One moment, I was navigating a hairpin turn, the next, the world had shrunk to the warm, wet pressure at my groin. Her lips were soft, surprisingly gentle, considering the abruptness of her lunge. A low groan escaped me, a sound I didn’t recognize.
“April,” I choked out, my voice thin, almost a whimper. My fingers spasped on the controller, sending my virtual car spinning into a barrier. Wasted. The familiar ‘WASTED’ graphic flashed mockingly on screen, superimposed over the hazy image of my sister’s dark hair, so close.
She pulled back just long enough to glance up, her eyes still half-lidded, a mischievous glint in their depths. Her cheeks were flushed, and her messy hair fell across her face. “See?” she murmured, her voice muffled, a low hum of satisfaction. “Distracted.”
Then she was back, pulling me deeper, her skilled tongue swirling around the tip, a soft, suctioning pressure that made my hips instinctively buck. My body was screaming, both in shock and pure, unadulterated arousal. Every nerve ending in my dick was suddenly on fire, a raw, sensitive throb that pulsed with her movements.
The controller slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. I couldn’t even lift my hands. They lay uselessly on the couch cushions beside me, trembling. My eyes were fixed on the TV, but I wasn’t seeing the game. I was seeing the faint blue light reflecting off April’s hair, the rise and fall of her shoulders with each slow, deliberate draw.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, or maybe I just thought it. This couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not April.
She worked me with a surprising confidence, a rhythm that was both leisurely and incredibly potent. My mind raced, trying to find a reason, an explanation, a way to stop it. But my body was already betraying me, hardening even further, aching with a need that felt ancient and forbidden. The scent of her perfume, now mixed with the musky scent of arousal, filled my nostrils, intoxicating and overwhelming.
I could feel the slick warmth of her mouth, the gentle scrape of her teeth as she took more of me. She hummed, a low, contented sound that vibrated through me. Her fingers, cool against my inner thigh, squeezed gently.
“You’re good at this,” I gasped, the words just falling out. Stupid, Brad. So stupid.
She pulled away for a second time, her eyes still on me, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips. Her eyes were definitely not sleepy anymore. They were bright, almost predatory. “Told you I could distract you.”
Then she lowered her head again, taking me deeper than before. The sensation was unbearable, exquisite. I arched up, a strangled moan tearing from my throat, and gripping the couch cushion beside me, I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my own mouth as I bit down hard on my lip.
“I wish it was your pussy… sorry that is too much to ask,” I asked as she stopped sucking and looked up at me.
April pulled back, her lips glistening and swollen. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, a slow, deliberate motion. Her eyes, when they met mine, were dark and intense.
“It’s not too much to ask,” she said quietly, her voice husky.”No tif you really want it.” She stood up then, swaying slightly on her heels. Her skirt rode up as she moved, revealing the smooth curve of her hips, the delicate lace of her panties.
She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband, slowly pulling them down. They slid over the gentle swell of her ass, catching for a moment on the curve of her thighs before falling to the floor. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside carelessly. Then she was climbing onto my lap again, straddling me on the couch.
I stared up at her, my mouth dry, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. The game was forgotten, the TV a distant hum in the background. All I could see was April—her bare legs on either side of me, her skirt bunched up around her hips, the dark triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs. My dick was digging into her pussy labia. She started to sink down onto it as it parted her lips and she now fully seated on me.
She let out a shuddering moan as she felt my thick, hard cock slide deep into her wet pussy. Her head fell back, hair cascading down her shoulders as I held her hips and guided her up and down my cock.
“Oh fuck, Brad…” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You’re so big.”
“Ah sis… you feel so good. Can… can I see your tits,” I asked as I kept pumping her up and down.
April’s eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a heated gaze.She bit her lip, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her face. Without a word, she reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it slowly over her head, revealing the creamy expanse of her stomach, the swell of her breasts barely contained by a simple black bra.
She unhooked it with a flick of her wrist, letting it fall away to expose herself fully to me. Her breasts were perfect—round and full, with rosy nipples that hardened under my stare. They bounced gently with each roll of her hips on my cock, the movement mesmerizing. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. She arched her back slightly, pushing her chest out towards me in offering.
I nodded mutely, my throat too tight to speak. My hands moved from her hips to cup the soft weight of her breasts, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks.
I leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud as my hands kneaded the soft flesh. April gasped, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me against her chest.
“Oh god, Brad…” she moaned, her hips moving faster against mine. “That feels so good.”
I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as I continued to thrust up into her. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room, punctuated by our labored breathing and moans of pleasure. April’s head fell back again, her hair cascading down her back as she rode me harder. Her breasts bounced wildly with each movement, the sight hypnotizing. I released her nipple with a pop and sat back slightly to watch her.
“That’s it, sis,” I encouraged, my voice hoarse with desire. “Ride my cock. Show me how much you want it.”
April’s eyes locked onto mine, a fierce intensity burning in their depths.She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping her as she ground down against me, taking me even deeper. Her hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm, each roll sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“Yes,” she hissed, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I want it. I want you.” Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the rosy peaks flushed and straining towards me. I leaned in again, capturing one between my teeth and biting down gently. April cried out, her pussy clamping down around my cock like a vice.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her skin. “You’re so tight.” She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she wrapped her legs around my waist and started to bounce on my lap, using the leverage to take me even deeper.
“Oh fuck, Brad!” she gasped, her nails raking down my back. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”
April’s breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, the sight mesmerizing. I leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking hard. She cried out, her pussy clamping down around my cock like a vice.
“Yes,” she hissed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Suck my tits while you fuck me.” I obliged eagerly, switching between her breasts and lavishing them with attention. My hands roamed over her body, squeezing and caressing every curve and dip. I slid one hand down to where we were joined, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. “Oh god,” April moaned, her hips bucking wildly against mine. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
April’s pussy was soaking wet and tight as I slid my thick cock in and out of her. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps. Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, the sight driving me crazy. I leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking hard. April cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips moving frantically against mine. “Fuck me harder! Make me cum on your big cock!” I obliged eagerly, pounding into her with all my strength. The couch creaked and shook beneath us, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of April’s tight pussy wrapped around me, the sight of her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. “I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!”
“Cum for me, sis,” I grunted, my voice strained with effort. “Cum all over my dick.” I felt her walls flutter around me, tightening like a vice as she teetered on the edge. With a final thrust, I buried myself balls-deep inside her, grinding against her clit.
“Ahhhh!” April screamed, her entire body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice, milking me for all I was worth. I groaned loudly, feeling my own release building in my balls.
“Yes, yes, YES!” she cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her pussy started gushing around my cock and soaking me. I kept hammering it in and out the tension in my face.
I groaned loudly, feeling my own release building in my balls. April’s pussy was so tight and wet, gripping me like a glove as I slammed into her. The sight of her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust, pushed me over the edge. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I growled, my hips moving frantically. “I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Yes,” April gasped, her legs tightening around my waist. “Do it. Cum inside me. I want to feel your hot cum shooting deep in my pussy.” Her words sent me spiralling into oblivion. With a final, shuddering thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and exploded inside her.
“Ahhhhh!” I roared, my cock pulsing as it pumped stream after stream of thick, creamy cum into April’s convulsing pussy.
I collapsed against April, panting heavily as the aftershocks of our climax rippled through us. My cock still twitched inside her, spurting out the last few drops of my release. April’s pussy clenched around me, milking every last bit of cum from my spent cock. We lay there for a long moment, our bodies still entwined, hearts racing in sync. The room was quiet except for the soft creaking of the couch and our ragged breathing. April’s head rested on my shoulder, her hair a tangled mess against my sweat-dampened skin.
“You okay?” I asked softly, my voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. April lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine with a lazy, satisfied smile.
“Mmm, more than okay,” she murmured, her voice husky. “That was… wow.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, a deep, contented sound. “Yeah. It was.”