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There, his little sister lay beneath him, those filth, cum-stained panties he’d jacked off into only a few hours before lay clutched tightly against her sex.

She was breathing hard from the struggle, but now they’d both had all their cards laid on the table. He knew that she was into some kinky shit behind closed doors, and she knew he was into her. And now, there between them, she’d sealed the deal whether she knew it or not.

And she didn’t put up a fight. Not then. She was just staring at him in shock, like she was waiting to see what he’d do.

His hand went to her sex, pressing his fingers in against her and cupping it.

She felt warm. Real warm.

It only thrilled him all the more, made him prod at her little cunny with excitement, rubbing along it through those dirty panties. The smell of their sexes intertwined upon them.

Oh, he’d been with women before of course, but this… this was like starting anew all over again. Rubbing at his sister’s little twat atop the couch, as she was pinned beneath his massive bulk. His own breathing rising as his jeans swelled with his throbbing manhood, so desperate with his need for her.

She was panting for breath, but she wasn’t protesting. Maybe she’d finally accepted it, and was ready to hand it over to him. He found himself wondering again if she was a virgin, and he could barely believe what it did to him.

The idea of being his sister’s first fuck thrilled him like nothing else. Not winning the game, not having his little ring of groupies, not anything. Just his little gymnast sister, squirming beneath his hand as if she wanted him to keep going far more than she wanted to be let go.

There was only one way to check, though, and he certainly wasn’t going to give her a chance to change her mind.

The whole house was theirs, and so he had no shame, no hesitation as he rubbed at her little cunny, then slowly began to tug the garment aside and slip his fingers in against her bare, wet slit. That delightfully tiny little hole so wet for him as he reached and lightly felt out that barrier that marked her as an innocent.

“Damn sis,” he said without even thinking about it. Calling her by that familiar title brought a chill down his spine at the perversity of it all. Then a shiver of delight at how taboo it was.

She’d obviously shaved recently, the skin so soft and smooth, and it just made her feel even more slippery. It only took him a few seconds of playing with her that it felt like she was going to soak through her panties altogether, and she bucked her hips up.

He didn’t know what that was supposed to achieve, if she was trying to get away or just make him take her then and there.

“You’re scum, Zach!” she said, but her body was speaking an entirely different language. Really, with how distracted he was with fingering her, she could’ve easily gotten away. Kicked her foot out, rolled off the couch, anything. He lightened his grip on her, just to see what she’d do, his finger still working her little twat.

“And that’s the way you like it, huh?” he said, taunting her as he kept her against him, his dick throbbing against her ass as he fingered her soft labia, teased her little clit. “You came at me all fire about jerking off into your panties, but… here you are. You like it,” he said with such perverse glee. “Fuckin’ sick,” he hissed into her ear.

He had her pegged, he just knew it. She was into even kinkier things than him. The more wrong it was, the more she liked it.

He grinned at the thought, at the idea of what he could do to her. Of what she’d let him get away with. They had another week with the house all to themselves, so he didn’t have to rush. He could take his sweet time and really enjoy his wanton sister.

If he could only resist her himself.

He brushed against her clit once more, and her eyes rolled back, her entire face contorted with such pleasure before the angry fire came back to it once more.

“You’re gonna be in so much shit when they get home,” she cursed, but her legs kept slowly parting, and her breathing was ragged and shallow.

Zach squeezed his arm around her tighter in a pointed response to her remark, all while letting his fingers touch and tease that warm, wet little pussy of hers. He worked her body to please and tease as much as he did to just explore her, enjoy her soft, warm feel.

“Oh yeah? You’re gonna tell them, are you?” he said, grinning and so entirely sure she’d never do any such thing. He only got bolder, moving his other arm down to her stomach, then pushing his hand up beneath her sweater, feeling her taut little tummy as he reached up. “You’re gonna tell mom and dad that I fingered your wet lil’ twat as you wore the panties I jerked off into? Moanin’ and enjoying it all the while?”

Her lashes fluttered downwards and such a flush of shame crossed her face, and he knew he had her. She wasn’t ever going to tell another soul. She was his, just as he’d said. His little, willing slave.

She looked so sweet beneath him, her skin so warm to his touch. She was so wet — he’d never had a girl get this wet when he fingered them before — and he just spread the juices around, torturing her even more than himself... he hoped.

Though he couldn’t control himself entirely, and found himself grinding against her tight, round ass, slow and firm as he explored her labia, brought his other hand up in under her shirt and tugged down her bra to grope at her tits beneath. They might’ve been small, but he was no less ravenous for them.

It was all building to such a tempo, he was having trouble controlling where it was going. He wasn’t known for reigning in his desires after all.

“You’re all mine now, lil’ sis,” he growled into her ear in a low murmur, his two hands working at her, his dick grinding into her ass. Those points of contact all working away. “And you’re gonna be my lil’ pet now, without the reward I promised last night.”

~Chapter 21~

Reward? She couldn’t even remember what the reward was. Her mind was hazy and filled only with need.


Tags: Candy Quinn Erotic