In the quiet suburban home, where shadows danced under the moonlight, lived Alex and his younger sister, Emily. Both in their twenties, they had always shared a bond deeper than most siblings. Alex, tall and muscular, had returned from college, igniting old feelings Emily thought she’d buried. She was a vision of allure—her body curvaceous with smooth, porcelain skin, full breasts that stood firm with pale pink areolas, and a pussy with plump, tender lips guarding a tight, warm channel.
One stormy night, as thunder rumbled outside, Emily knocked on Alex’s door, her nightgown clinging to her curves. “I can’t sleep,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with unspoken desire. Alex pulled her inside, his heart racing. They had crossed lines before in their teens, but now as adults, the taboo pulled them like a magnet.
“Emily, we shouldn’t,” Alex murmured, but his hands betrayed him, tracing her silky skin. She pressed against him, her full breasts heaving. “But we want to, brother,” she replied, her voice husky. Their lips met in a forbidden kiss, tasting of sweet longing and salty anticipation.
Alex’s fingers explored her body, feeling the warmth of her skin under his touch. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the shallow pink areolas, making her nipples harden like ripe berries. Emily moaned softly, the sound echoing in the room. She reached for his pants, freeing his cock—thick and veined, the shaft pulsing with arousal, the purple-red head swollen and glistening with precum.
They moved to the bed, the air thick with their mingled scents—her musky arousal and his earthy sweat. Alex positioned her on all fours, her ass presented like a forbidden fruit. He teased her pussy lips, parting the plump folds to reveal her tender pink interior, her clit swollen and begging. “God, sis, you’re so wet,” he groaned.
Foreplay built slowly; he licked her neck, tasting the salty sheen of her skin, while his fingers delved into her tight vagina, feeling the slick walls contract around him. Emily’s breaths came in gasps, her body arching. “Fuck me, Alex… like only you can.”
He aligned his cock, the head pressing against her entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, the tight wet heat enveloping him inch by inch. Her inner walls gripped him, wrinkling folds massaging his veined shaft. He felt the resistance give way, his cock sliding deeper until the tip nudged her cervix, a deep fusion that made her cry out.
The rhythm started slow, each thrust a deliberate friction, her pussy slurping wetly around him. The sounds filled the room—flesh slapping, her moans rising, his grunts. Faster now, pounding, her breasts bouncing, sweat mixing with her juices’ sweet scent.
High tide approached; Emily’s breathing quickened, her vaginal walls twitching in prelude spasms. Love juices flowed copiously, coating his cock. Then climax hit—her body shuddered violently, pussy clenching like a vise, squeezing his shaft in rhythmic contractions. She screamed, “Oh, brother!” as fluids squirted, her muscles tensing then melting. In the afterglow, her pussy pulsed gently, their mixed essences warm and sticky, a soul-deep satisfaction binding them.
They collapsed, entwined, whispering taboo endearments. But desire reignited soon. Emily straddled him, facing him, her eyes locked on his. “My turn to ride you, big brother.”
Foreplay resumed; she kissed him deeply, tasting his lips’ saltiness mixed with her own flavor from his mouth. Her hands stroked his cock, feeling the veins throb, precum beading like dew.
She lowered onto him, her tight pussy swallowing his length. The sensation was exquisite—slow engulfment, her walls parting and hugging, friction building as she rocked. He thrust up, hitting her cervix again, that forbidden depth where brother and sister merged.
Rhythm varied: slow grinds turning to frantic bounces, her breasts jiggling, nipples brushing his chest. Sounds of wet smacks and her whimpers, scents of sweat and cum mingling.
Climax built—her breaths ragged, pussy spasming lightly, fluids increasing. Peak: whole body quaking, vaginal contractions fierce, milking him as she wailed, juices flooding. After: gentle throbs, sticky warmth, their taboo love affirmed.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they headed to the bathroom, the steam from the shower enveloping them. Under the water, droplets cascaded over Emily’s curves, highlighting her glistening skin and firm breasts.
In the shower, foreplay was sensual; Alex soaped her body, fingers tracing her pussy, feeling the slickness renew. “One more time, sis? Against the wall.” She nodded, turning, pressing her ass back.
He entered from behind, the water adding slipperiness. Slow insertion, her heat contrasting the cool tiles. Deep thrusts, cock plunging to her core, cervix kissed with each push.
Pace quickened, water splashing with their movements, her moans echoing off walls, mingled with fleshy slaps and the scent of soap and arousal.
High climax: prelude tremors, then explosive release—shaking, clenching pussy, squirting amid the shower, cries of ecstasy.余韵: pulsing warmth, bodies pressed, forbidden bond unbreakable.
As dawn broke, they returned to bed, sated. Their secret passion, though taboo, was theirs alone—a flame that burned eternally.
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