Coming home to sister

It all started when I came back from a long summer away with my Aunt. Coming back wasn’t easy, but she made it smoother—dropping me off herself, smiling as she told me how well I’d behaved, how obedient I was. The way she kissed me goodbye lingered, burning desire through me like gasoline on fire.

Back home, things didn’t change. I wasn’t the same anymore. I’d seen shit, felt shit, done shit that most people only dream about. That hunger was in me now, and when I saw my sister, it all came rushing up.

She was waiting when I came in the kitchen —shorts clinging tight to her ass, a crop top showing off her soft skin. When she bent over, my cock twitched in my shorts, and I knew I couldn’t look at her the same way again. Something had shifted, and I wanted her.

Later, As we shared a room, when we ended up alone in the room together, i saw her as i lay on my bed stretching out on her stomach with a book, her ass rising just enough to make me ache. My bulge was already pressing against my shorts. Every twist of her body made me harder. I had to escape to the bathroom just to stroke myself off before I lost control.

When I came back, she was still sprawled out, fast asleep. My heart was pounding, but I sat down beside her, whispering her name. She didn’t answer. My hand hovered, then gave in, brushing over the soft curve of her ass. The heat in my cock surged..

As we descended to the dining room, the chandelier’s warm glow bathed the polished mahogany table, the air heavy with the rich aroma of roasted lamb and a trace of red wine. Mom shone in her emerald dress, the fabric clinging softly, catching light with each step. Her eyes gleamed with quiet excitement at Jack’s mention, her lips curving slightly, while I felt the usual tension—he and I never clicked. The table hummed with clinking glasses and chatter until a sharp “Off to bed now!” run upstairs. The lights cut out, plunging us into moonlit hush. My sister’s gaze met mine, her soft giggle rippling through the dark, hinting at a secret I couldn’t catch, the moment pulsing with unspoken promise.

As we reached our room, the dim glow of a single lamp cast long shadows across the faded wallpaper, the air thick with the lingering scent of dinner and a faint trace of my sister’s floral perfume. She shot me a glance, her voice low and urgent, “You better change and kill the light. If she sees it on, she’ll storm up here.” Before I could respond, she darted to the washroom, the door creaking shut behind her, though its crooked frame left a sliver of a gap, just enough to tease a view inside. I slumped onto the bed, my mind tangled in the mess Mom had dragged us into, her cryptic excitement about Jack still gnawing at me. But then my thoughts snagged on my sister pulling me out of the haze.

I leaned toward the door, drawn by curiosity, and there she was—brushing her hair under the washroom’s soft light, her movements slow and deliberate. My breath hitched, my pulse quickening as I lingered, the narrow slit in the door framing her like a forbidden portrait. She turned slightly, reaching for something, and the motion tugged her shirt just enough to reveal the smooth line of her pussy, a glimpse that sent a jolt through me, stirring a heat I couldn’t ignore.

Then, in one fluid motion, she peeled off her shirt, and the sight of her bare skin—soft, glowing, with the gentle curve of her breasts—froze me in place. She reached for her nightdress, the fabric slipping over her like a whisper, and I cursed the moment for ending so soon. I scrambled back to my bed, heart pounding, trying to shake the image burned into my mind. She emerged, her nightdress clinging lightly to her frame, and flashed a knowing smile that made my skin prickle. I shifted, awkward, trying to hide the tension coiling between my legs, and made a clumsy dash to the washroom.

Inside, the air felt heavier, charged. I closed the door, leaning against it, my mind replaying her—those thighs, that fleeting glimpse of her form, every detail sharp and vivid. My hands moved on their own, chasing the rush on my cock, my imagination spiraling. Her voice cut through from outside, teasing, “What’s taking you so long?” I muttered, “I’m coming,” my voice rough, barely masking the truth of the moment. I steadied myself, cleaned up, and stepped out, her silhouette still lingering in my head.

The house was quiet, lights out, and we’d all crashed for the night. I was deep in sleep when a low, primal sound yanked me awake—moans and screams echoing from downstairs. It was Mom, getting her pussy pounded by Jack, their bodies slamming together in a raw, relentless rhythm. The noise hit me like a shot of adrenaline, and I grinned in the dark, my cock twitching at the thought of them fucking like animals.

Then I caught something else—subtle, but undeniable. Under the covers next to me, my sister’s body was shifting, her movements steady, almost rhythmic, like she was chasing something. The darkness hid the details, but my eyes locked onto the faint outline of her hand moving beneath the blanket. A soft, accidental moan slipped from her lips, and it hit me like a fucking lightning bolt—she was rubbing her pussy, lost in her own heat, probably turned on by Mom’s cries downstairs.

My cock was rock-hard now, throbbing as I watched her hand work under the covers. I couldn’t stop myself—my hand wrapped around my thick shaft, stroking slow at first, then faster, matching the pace of her movements. The air was thick with Mom’s moans, each one pushing me closer to the edge. I was so fucking lost in it, my pajamas shoved down to my ankles, my heavy cock pulsing in my grip, ready to explode.

Then—click—the room flooded with light. My heart stopped, my hands scrambling to cover my throbbing cock as my eyes fought the sudden brightness. I thought it was Mom, catching me in the act, but as the blur cleared, there was my sister, standing right next to the bed, her eyes wide, lips parted. “What the fuck are you doing?” she said, her voice a mix of shock and something else—something hungry.

I froze, my cock burning in my hand, no words to save me. Her gaze dropped, locking onto my exposed cock, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The excitement, the heat, her standing there—it was too much. I came hard, right in front of her, my cum spilling over my hand as my body shook. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out, fingers wrapping around my still-throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re huge,” she said, a wicked chuckle escaping her lips as she gave it a slow, teasing squeeze, her eyes glinting with lust.

I looked at her and couldn’t say no — that look in her eyes was a straight-up invitation. I stood, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her hard. Her lips tasted fresh, sweet, like something brand new I couldn’t get enough of. My hands slid down, cupping that tight little ass, squeezing it rough, pinching it between my fingers like I owned it.

She pulled back just enough to whisper, “Where the fuck did you learn to kiss like that?” I almost laughed — wanted to tell her about Aunt — but instead I just shut her up with another hungry kiss.

The heat between us was too much. I couldn’t resist. My fingers found the hem of her dress, yanking it up and off as she threw her arms high, letting me strip her bare. Her tits pressed against my chest — soft, warm, begging to be touched — so I grabbed them, filled my hands with them, squeezing until her pink nipples popped out against my palms. I lowered my head, sucking, licking, teasing them until they hardened under my tongue, each moan from her throat making my cock throb harder against her belly.

I kissed her deep again, tongue sliding into her mouth, then dragged it down the side of her neck while my hands wrapped around that soft waist. I moved behind, palms full of her ass, running my fingers down the crack slow, circling her tight little asshole until she giggled, breathless, whispering, “What are you doing…”

I didn’t answer. I just lifted her, carried her to my bed, and laid her down. “Spread your legs,” She looked up at me, eyes wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling. When her thighs spread open, it was an invitation I couldn’t resist.

I slid down slowly, kissing her stomach, her hips, the soft inside of her thighs. She shivered with every touch, anticipation dripping from her voice when she whispered, “Please…”

I hovered just above her pussy, letting my breath tickle her swollen clit. She whimpered, hips twitching upward, begging silently. Only then did I lower my mouth and give her the slowest lick — one long drag of my tongue from her entrance to her clit.

Her gasp filled the room.

I did it again, slower, savoring the taste of her. She trembled, grabbing at the sheets, then at my hair when my tongue circled her clit.

“Fuck… oh god, don’t stop,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, gentle but firm, flicking it with my tongue until her hips bucked. She ground her pussy against my face, her moans rising higher, desperate. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, tongue fucking her deep, lips sealing around her clit.

Her body arched, legs tightening around my head. “Oh fuck, I’m— I’m cumming!” she cried out.

Her pussy pulsed against my tongue as her orgasm ripped through her, her whole body shaking, juices spilling across my lips. I lapped it up, relentless, devouring her until she collapsed back into the sheets, trembling.

I didn’t stop.

I eased my fingers inside her, curling them deep, stroking that perfect spot while my tongue went back to her clit. She moaned, weak but hungry, hands clutching my hair.

“No… oh fuck—too much… I can’t…” Her voice broke into a scream as her body jolted. “I’m gonna cum again!”

I pressed harder, licking, sucking, fingers pumping, her wetness dripping down my chin. She convulsed, thighs clamping around me as another orgasm tore through her. She screamed, shuddering, pussy gripping my fingers, cumming so hard she almost sobbed.

I slowed only when she fell back, breath ragged, body twitching. Her hair stuck to her flushed face, her chest rising in frantic rhythm.

I kissed her inner thigh gently, her pussy still quivering, then crawled up to kiss her lips. She tasted herself, moaning into my mouth, too weak to move.

“Two,” I whispered against her lips. “And I’m still not done with you.”

She smiled faintly, eyes heavy, whispering, “You’re insane.”

But her trembling legs spread wider anyway.

Her body still quivered, chest heaving, legs twitching from the orgasms I’d just pulled out of her. But then, with a sly little grin, she pushed herself up, crawling over me.

“You’ve had your fun,” she whispered, straddling my stomach. “Now it’s my turn.”

Her hand slid down my chest, fingers wrapping around my cock, still wet from her juices and already twitching back to life. She stroked it slow, watching my face as she teased me, her thumb circling the head.

“Fuck…” I groaned, throwing my head back.

I grabbed her hair, groaning, hips twitching as she sucked harder. “God, you’re making me so fucking hard.”

She pulled off with a wicked smile, stroking me with her hand. “Good. Now put it of inside me.”

As I reached out to her, Mom’s moans started again. My sister smiled at me, her eyes locked into mine; She lay back on the bed, legs open, listening to Mom’s moans. I crawled over her, lined myself up, and pushed in slow. The stretch made her gasp, her pussy gripping me so tight it felt like heaven.

Fuck… you feel so good,” I whispered, pressing my lips against hers.

Our bodies moved together in slow rhythm — thrusts deep and steady, her hips rising to meet mine. I kissed her neck, sucking at the soft skin until she moaned, then moved to her nipples, rolling them with my tongue, sucking them until they hardened in my mouth.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, grinding her clit against my pelvis every time I buried myself inside her. Her moans filled my ear, soft gasps and cries that drove me insane.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, nails digging into my back. “Fuck me just like Mom.”

I thrust slow, deep, grinding against her, feeling her pussy spasm tighter. She kissed me hard, tongue desperate, her body trembling as she got closer.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, grinding against me harder.

“Cum with me,” I growled, slamming deep, kissing her lips, sucking her tongue, grinding our bodies together.

Her soft scream filled the room as she came, pussy clenching around me, soaking my cock. The pulsing grip dragged me over the edge — I buried myself deep, groaning into her mouth as I exploded inside her, filling her until I couldn’t breathe.

We held each other tight, grinding, kissing through the orgasm, riding it out until our bodies finally collapsed together, sweaty, trembling, hearts racing in sync.

I kissed her softly, lips brushing hers. She smiled against me, whispering, “That was perfect.”

I kissed her neck, still buried inside her, and murmured, “We’re not done yet.”