DAVE
I watched her with desire, with her moans growing louder as she moved with me, her soft, round butt bouncing rhythmically with my gentle thrust. Her body seemed to respond instinctively, pulling me deeper into her warmth as the connection between us intensified.
“How does it feel, Evie?” I murmured, my hands gripping her soft hips before sliding to squeeze her inviting butt.
Her voice was breathy, almost trembling. “Oh my God, it feels incredible. I never thought it’d be this good,” she admitted, her words laced with surprise and surrender.
“See? I told you,” I replied, pulling out before jerking in deeper, my movements gaining passion.
Her cries grew louder, her fingers clutching the sheets as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming sensation. She screamed my name, her body trembling under the pleasure, while I watched her, captivated by every one of her cries.
I am sure she can't take half of my fat twelve inches cock, if she ever tried, she’d land in the hospital for moaning this loud because of only the tip. And perhaps, this is her first time and for sure, I wanted my sister’s first time to be a memorable one. But I will make sure she gets used to her brother’s cock as time goes on.
I’d had my fair experiences of butthole sex, but this was unlike anything before. Our connection felt different, almost otherworldly. “You truly have a special hole, my dear sister,” I whispered, my voice thick with admiration.
She didn’t respond with words, only squirming beneath me, her body speaking volumes in its movements.
With a swift motion, I lifted her effortlessly, her body melting into my arms with her eyes locked with mine. The tension between us deepened as I reached behind her, freeing her full and catchy breasts from the prison of her bikini top.
My eyes widened as her boobs jumped out. Jeez, my favorite.
The part of her I had been craving for what felt like forever was here. The sight of her bare pointed boobs, and the perfect long nipples I’d dreamed of, sent a rush of heat through me. Her sexy nipples, the part of her that I couldn't wait one second longer attracted me in like a magnet.
Without hesitation, I leaned down, my lips brushing against her skin, worshipping the softness before capturing her nipple between my teeth. I bit down gently, just enough to tease, taking pleasure in the way her body shivered under my touch. My hand filled with the fullness of her breast.
Every touch was a fulfillment of the longing I had bottled up. The taste of her, the warmth, and the way her breath hitched, all consumed me, feeding a desire that only she could satisfy.
Cupping her face, I let my fingers roam around her soft and warm skin, marveling at the way she shivered under my touch. I’d been a fool for waiting this long to experience her fully.
“You’re everything I’ve been missing,” I murmured, my voice thick with regret and desire. “How did I not realize sooner?”
“Me too,” she managed to speak.
As I held her close, the warmth of her body melting into mine, I leaned in and whispered softly, “I think this has to be my best moment. So tell me, what is this moment to you?” My voice carried a mixture of curiosity and confidence as if I already knew her answer but wanted to hear her say it.
She turned her face toward me, her lips slightly parted, her breathing shallow. “To be sincere, this is also my best,” she murmured, her voice trembling with unspoken emotions. A weak undertone of a moan escaped her lips, making her vulnerability even more palpable. Her words weren’t just a response; they were a confession, one that fueled my pride.
I smiled, the corner of my lips curving into something both playful and mischievous. “Don’t you think,” I said, my voice a low, teasing growl, “that you should appreciate me for giving you the best moment of your life?” I added with sarcasm “Dear sister.”
Before she could respond, I deliberately thrust deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of us. Her body reacted instantly, arching my back into mine, and the sound that followed. Goddamn, a sharp, and breathless cry which was like music to my ears. Each sound she made was raw, uninhibited, and filled the room with the kind of intimacy words could never express.
I held her gaze, my movements endless yet intense, waiting for her to find the words, if she ever could. But in that moment, her gratitude wasn’t needed in words; but her submissiveness was enough to speak than anything she could say.
I brought my cock to her soft, inviting lips, a teasing smile playing on mine. “Go on,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Have a taste of what you’re starting to fall in love with.”
Without hesitation, her hand wrapped around my cock with surprise masked on her face. I get she hasn't touched a dick as big as mine in her entire life. She stroked slowly, almost reverently, as if she were worshipping every inch of her big brother’s cock. When her mouth finally enveloped me, the warmth and wetness were overwhelming. She choked slightly, pulling back for a breath, but her determination didn’t falter. I jerked her head dipping my cock deeper in her sweet mouth.
“Taste good?” I asked, a moan escaping me as she nodded, her eyes locked on mine, glimmering with submission and desire.
Satisfied but craving more, I lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the couch nestled in the corner of my room. Gently, I lowered her chest onto the plush surface, positioning her to grip the armrest for support.
Kneeling behind her, I let my hands roam over her curves before gently spreading her leg. With my head in between her legs, I tilted upward, my lips and tongue savoring her pussy down to her butthole. Her moans filled the room, each one a melody that drove me deeper into the moment, with her voice echoing like music meant only for me.
I couldn’t be grateful enough to our parents for the greatest gift of her existence in my life. They brought my baby sister into this world, and in doing so, gave me everything I could ever want or need in a woman. She wasn’t just my sister; she was my reason, my purpose, my anchor, my most cherished part of life, and the embodiment of all the love and joy I could ever imagine.
She was brought into the world to serve my fantasies and she has become my world.
She is now claimed and marked as mine in the deepest and the most intimate way.
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