Yeah, I know—fucking my own brother. Taboo? Hell, yeah! But when you’re as horny and depraved as me, such petty details don’t matter.
He sneaks into my room while I’m getting ready for bed, catching me off guard. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I hiss, but my heart’s not in it.His eyes—they’re hungry. And that makes me wet. “You’ve been such a naughty girl, sis,” he says, a sinister smile on his face.I’m a goner. I love it when he calls me that. “You want a piece of me? You know you want it.” I crack a wicked smile.
He pounces, and we’re entangled in a passionate—no, make that a depraved embrace. I feel his hands all over me, and his hungry mouth on my neck.I moan, arching my back, inviting him to take what he wants. And he does. He tears my clothes off, revealing my aching, dripping pussy.
“You’re so fucking horny, sis. Always were a little slut,” he growls, and dives right in, tongue licking my folds.I scream in delight, grasping his hair and pushing his face between my legs. He laps up my juices like they’re the sweetest nectars.Then he plunges his rod into me, and the ride begins. It’s raw, passionate, and oh-so-wrong—but fuck, it feels right.
I’m his little slut, and he’s my dirty secret. We fuck like there’s no tomorrow, and the world’s our oyster.
When we’re done, he leaves, and I’m left a mess—sated, yet craving more. But that’s the thing about us sinners—we’re never truly satisfied.
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