My brother and I have always been close – I mean, really close. So close, I know how amazing his cock is! Incest sex is the best with my big brother! Like, we share everything kind of close. And I do mean everything. He shares his cock with me, every chance he gets. I remember the first time we crossed that line, the thrill of it all, the taboo. We were alone in the house, just the two of us, and the tension between us was palpable. You could cut it with a knife, if you know what I mean.
We were watching a movie, and of course a really hot sex scene comes up. When he put his arm around me I flooded my panties. His hand lingered on my shoulder, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath shallow and quick, as he leaned in closer.
I knew what was coming, and I wanted it. I wanted him. I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in a moment of electric intensity, and he knew, too. He knew what I wanted, what I needed. And he gave it to me. His lips were soft and warm, gentle at first, then growing more insistent as the passion between us ignited. His hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, caressing my big tits.
And then, the clothes came off. It was frenzied and frantic, a desperate need to be close, to be one. And when he entered my pussy, it was like coming home. It was familiar and foreign, comforting and exhilarating, all at the same time. It was wrong, but it felt so right.
Since that first time, we’ve explored every inch of each other’s bodies, learning what makes the other moan, what makes them gasp, what makes them beg for more. And trust me, there’s been plenty of begging. There’s something about incestuous sex that just brings out the inner whore in me, and I loving every second of it.
And when we can’t be together, when we’re forced to be apart, there’s always the phone sex. Oh, the filthy, dirty, Kinky phone sex. I can’t even begin to describe how hot it is, hearing his voice, knowing he’s touching himself, thinking about me. It’s like a drug, an addiction, and I can’t get enough. I’ll talk to him for hours, telling him what I want, what I need, and he’ll do the same. We’ll bring each other to the brink of ecstasy, and then hang up, leaving us both wanting more.
If you’re thinking about diving into the world of incestuous relationships, well, I can’t say I blame you. Just remember, it is all fun and no games. Just me your horny little sister, begging to get fucked. Consume me completely, I want to be your dirty bitch! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go. My big brother just walked in the door, and you know what that means. It’s time Sister fucking!
Every since I was a little girl I loved touching my phat juicy pussy. I simply can’t resist it. Sometimes when Daddy comes out of the shower, I look through the little crack in his bedroom door to get a peek of his cock. I love how big it looks and always wondered how it would feel inside of me. One day when I came home from school, I found one of Daddies magazines on top of the refrigerator. The sight of seeing a boy and girl be nasty made me so horny. I felt my slipper cum run down my thighs and layed on the couch to masturbate. I was playing with my little clit, and fingering my pussy when out of nowhere I hear my dad walk in the living room. He caught me with my panties down and stood there in disbelief. He approached me and told me he could help teach me how to touch my little pussy. He put his fingers down there and put his middle finger deep in my pussy hole. I started wincing as I felt waves of pleasure electrify my body. “Oh Daddy it feels so good!” He told me knew I was being a bad girl and this was my punishment. He put his fingers in my mouth and made me lick the juices off of them. He put my panties back on me and told me if he caught me being naughty again he was going to finger fuck me harder!
