My Brother’s Secret Desire: An Incestuous Tale of Depravity

Let me tell you about the depraved night I had with my brother—a night that pushed the boundaries of decency.

I came home scholarsipped up from my college party. My brother was home alone, and his bedroom door was slightly ajar. Peering inside, I saw him stroking his massive cock, lost in a world of porn.

Without a word, I crept in, my dripping cunt unable to resist the temptation. He noticed me standing there, and a devilish grin spread across his face.

He motioned for me to join him, and the next thing I knew, I was on my knees, worshipping his thick meat. I could taste his musk on my tongue, and the salty Pre-cum only made me hungrier.

He wanted to make me his little cum dumpster, ordering me to strip while he spanked my naked body red. He called me a “filthy cunt,” and the verbal abuse only added to my excitement.

Then, he roughly penetrated me, his thick rod stretching my walls. He pounded me like a little slut, smacking my ass and pulling my hair.

I felt like his sex slave, a possession to be used and abused. And I loved every goddamn minute of it. My screams echoed through the house, but the risk of getting caught only intensified our passion.

His cum exploded inside me, and the warm liquid dripped down my thighs. He left me breathless, yet I craved more.

Our secret encounters became a habit, each more debauched than the last.

 

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