“Come on, Tyler, you’re always busy with that dumb baseball practice!” Lena’s voice echoed through the hallway, frustrated with the phone call. She threw herself onto her bed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and desperation.
“But Lena, you know how important the tournament is!” Tyler’s voice was strained, trying to balance his own desire with his commitments.
“Yeah, more important than me, apparently,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Fine, if you won’t come over and fuck me, I’ll just do it myself.”
With a dramatic slamming of the phone, Lena let out an exasperated sigh. She could feel the heat between her legs, a persistent ache that seemed to pulse with every beat of her heart. Her hand slid down her stomach, her fingertips dancing just above the waistband of her shorts.
Her bedroom door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, her 16-year-old brother, Jake, watched, his eyes widening. He had been passing by, but the sound of his sister’s raised voice had drawn his attention. He had never heard her talk like that before, and now, he was frozen in place, his curiosity piqued.
Lena’s hand disappeared beneath the fabric of her shorts, and she let out a soft moan, her eyes closed tightly. She didn’t know she was being watched. Jake’s heart raced as he took in the sight, his own body responding in ways he had never experienced before. He felt a strange mix of arousal and guilt, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Her clothes lay in a pile on the floor, revealing her lacy black bra and matching thong. The fabric of her lingerie was almost translucent, allowing him to see the outline of her erect nipples and the dampness between her legs. Her skin was smooth and flawless, her stomach flat and her thighs toned from years of dance classes.
Her breasts were full and round, the bra doing little to contain them. She cupped them gently, her thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks. Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each touch. He could see the way her panties clung to her, the fabric darkened by her arousal.
Her hand slid down, her middle finger slipping beneath the elastic of her thong. She stroked herself slowly, building up a rhythm that matched the heavy beat of the music playing in the background. Her legs spread wider, giving him an unobstructed view of her pink, glistening pussy. He watched in awe as her finger circled her clit, her hips moving in time with her hand.
Her underwear was the last barrier between them, and she seemed to realize it too. With a frustrated tug, she pulled her thong to the side, exposing herself fully to his gaze. The fabric was damp with her desire, and she let out a sigh of relief as she finally had full access to her aching clit.
The sight of his sister’s bare skin was almost too much for Jake to handle. His own pants grew tight, and he reached down to adjust himself, his eyes never leaving the mesmerizing scene before him. He watched as she discarded her bra, her breasts bouncing free. They were beautiful, with large areolas and stiff nipples that begged to be sucked.
Lena’s hand moved away from her clit, and she began to explore her body, her fingertips tracing the lines of her abs before moving back up to her breasts. She rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, her breath hitching with pleasure. Then she slid her hand back down, her middle finger dipping into her wetness before sliding back up to tease her clit once more. She was taking her time, savoring every moment of her self-induced pleasure.
Her skin was flushed, her body glowing with the heat of her arousal. Her breasts bounced with every movement she made, and he could see the muscles in her stomach tighten and release as she grew closer to climax. Her legs were spread wide, one bent at the knee and propped up on the bed, giving him the perfect angle to see her hand disappear between her thighs.
He watched as she touched herself, her movements growing more urgent. Her hand was a blur of motion, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel his own cock straining against his pants, desperate to be freed.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked directly at the crack in the door. Jake’s heart stopped, fear and excitement flooding his system. Had she known he was there the whole time? He waited, his body tense, expecting to be caught. But she didn’t say anything. Instead, she beckoned to him with a knowing smile, her finger still working her clit.
With a mix of shock and excitement, Jake pushed the door open, stepping into the room. His eyes never left hers as he approached the bed, his heart racing like it never had before. He knew he should be ashamed, that this was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. The desire was too strong, and he was too young to resist the allure of the forbidden fruit that lay before him.
“Jake, what the fuck are you doing?” Lena’s voice was a mix of anger and embarrassment, but there was something else there, something that made him believe she wasn’t as upset as she was pretending to be.
He stuttered, trying to find the right words. “I-I’m sorry, Lena, I just… I didn’t mean to…”
But she cut him off, sitting up and covering her breasts with one hand while the other slid down to cover her pussy. “What are you, a fucking pervert?”
Her words stung, but he knew she was just trying to save face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again, taking a step back.
“You guys are all the same,” she spat. “aren’t you?”
The accusation hung in the air, and Jake felt his face burn. But then she did something unexpected. She let her hand fall away from her crotch, exposing herself to him once more.
“Maybe not,” she said, her voice softer now. “Tyler doesn’t want to play with me, but I’ll bet that you do.”
Her eyes searched his, looking for something. He wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but he nodded, his mouth dry with anticipation.
“Come here,” she beckoned, patting the bed next to her.
Her hand returned to her pussy, her fingers sliding through her slickness. She was still so beautiful, even in her anger. He watched, entranced, as she began to stroke herself again, her movements slower this time, more deliberate.
“I bet you want to,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “I bet you’ve thought about it before.”
He nodded again, unable to form words.
“Then show me,” she said, her eyes never leaving his. “Come over here and make me feel good.”
Her words sent a jolt through his body, and Jake felt his heart pound in his chest. He had always found his sister attractive, and now, here she was, practically begging for his touch. He had fantasized about her countless times, his hand wrapped around his cock while he buried his face in her discarded panties, breathing in her scent. It was a secret that had consumed him, a taboo desire that had fueled so many of his solitary moments.
He approached the bed with tentative steps, his eyes locked on hers. She lay there, naked and vulnerable, her hand still working between her legs. He could see the way her pussy glistened in the dim light of her room, and he felt his own arousal spike. He had imagined this so many times, but now, it was real.
As he sat down next to her, Lena leaned in and whispered in his ear. “You’ve always wanted me little brother, haven’t you?” Her breath was warm against his skin, and he could feel the heat of her body.
He nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Yeah,” he admitted. “But I never thought…”
“It’s okay,” she assured him, her hand moving from her pussy to his cheek, turning his face towards her. “You don’t have to think about it anymore. Just do it.”
Her hand guided him down, her legs spreading wider to accommodate him. He could see the slickness of her folds, the way her clit begged for attention. His cock was straining against his pants, demanding release. But he knew he couldn’t take it out, not yet. This was about her, about giving her what she needed.
With trembling hands, he reached for her, his fingers brushing against her skin. She was so soft, so warm. He felt a surge of love and lust that overwhelmed him. He had never felt anything like this before. He slid his hand over her stomach and down to her pussy, his thumb grazing her clit lightly. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet him.
He watched as she closed her eyes, her head rolling back against the pillow. Her hand slid away, leaving him in control. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He had never been this close to a naked girl before, especially not his sister. But the way she had looked at him, the way she was responding to his touch, it was all he needed to know that she wanted this as much as he did.
He slid his finger into her, feeling her warmth envelop him. She was tight, her muscles contracting around him. He began to pump slowly, building up a rhythm that matched hers. Her hand found his wrist, guiding him faster, harder. He could feel her body tense up, the beginnings of an orgasm building within her.
Her breathing grew ragged, her moans filling the room. He watched her face, the way her mouth opened in pleasure, the way her cheeks flushed. He knew she was close, and the power of it made him feel alive. He leaned down and kissed her neck, her skin salty and sweet with sweat.
Lena’s eyes snapped open, and she stared at him. For a moment, there was a flash of something in her eyes that he couldn’t read. But then she pulled him closer, her hand reaching for his head. “Don’t stop,” she breathed.
He didn’t. He continued to pump into her, his mouth moving to her breast, sucking her nipple. He had never felt anything so erotic, so wrong and yet so right. He could feel her getting closer, her movements growing erratic.
And then she was there, her body convulsing around his hand. She threw her head back, her chest heaving as she screamed out her release. He watched, amazed by the beauty of it, the raw passion that he had brought out in her.
As she came down from her high, she looked at him, her eyes filled with something new. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from her screams.
He nodded, unable to speak. He had just given his sister the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, and it had been the most incredible moment of his life. But it wasnt over.
Lena looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “You know, Tyler never liked to do that for me,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “But I think you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Jake nodded, unable to find his voice. The sight of his sister’s naked body, the feel of her pussy against his fingers, it was all too much to process.
“Good,” she murmured, her hand sliding down his chest to the bulge in his pants. “Because I have another idea.”
Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the dampness of her arousal. He watched as she unzipped his pants, her hand reaching inside to grip his cock. He was harder than he had ever been before, his body responding to her touch with a desperation that scared him.
With a wicked smile, she tugged at his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, standing tall and proud. She looked at it with a mix of curiosity and hunger. “You’re so much bigger than Tyler,” she said, her voice filled with wonder.
Jake felt his cheeks burn. “Is that a good thing?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“Oh, it’s a very good thing,” she assured him, her hand stroking him gently.
He watched as she slid off the bed, her naked body moving with a grace that seemed almost unreal. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the determination in them, the hunger for something new and exciting.
“Take your shirt off,” she instructed, her voice firm.
He did as he was told, his heart racing. He had never been more exposed, more vulnerable. But with Lena’s eyes on him, he felt powerful. He felt like he could do anything.
As she took him in her mouth, he gasped. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her lips sliding down the shaft. He had never felt anything so amazing, so wet and warm. Her hand stroked him in time with her mouth, her eyes looking up at him through her thick lashes.
He watched as she worked him, her cheeks hollowing out with each suck. He could feel the tension building, his balls tightening. He was so close to exploding.
And then she stopped, her mouth popping off with an audible sound. “What are you doing?” he groaned, his hips jerking forward.
“I want you to taste me,” she said, her voice seductive.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. He knew what she meant. He had heard the rumors, the whispers of what girls liked and didn’t like. And here was his sister, his beautiful, sexy sister, asking for something that no one else had ever given her. How could he refuse?
He leaned back, his cock throbbing with need as she positioned herself over him. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, and he knew she was about to give him a gift that he would never forget. He watched as she lowered herself, her pussy hovering just above his mouth. He could smell her, sweet and musky, a scent that was intoxicatingly familiar and yet utterly new.
As she settled down onto him, his tongue darted out, tasting her for the first time. She was wet, so wet, and she tasted like nothing he had ever experienced. He licked her slit, feeling her quiver at the contact. Her hands grabbed onto his hair, holding him in place as she began to grind against his face.
Her breathing grew heavier, her moans louder. He felt his own cock pulsing with every stroke of his tongue, every flick of her clit. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with someone else’s pleasure. He explored her with his mouth, his tongue delving into her warmth, savoring every moment.
Her pussy was like a treasure map, and he was eager to find every secret spot that made her quiver. He traced the line of her labia with the tip of his tongue, feeling the softness of her inner thighs, the way they trembled with each pass. Her scent filled the room, a heady mix of desire and need that clouded his senses.
He took his time, exploring her folds, the gentle sighs and gasps that escaped her mouth acting as his guide. Her moans grew louder when he found the spot that made her hips rock, and he knew he had discovered something special. He kissed the soft mounds of her pussy, his tongue delving deeper until it reached the warm, welcoming entrance to her wetness.
The taste of her was like nothing he had ever experienced, a sweet, musky flavor that had his mouth watering for more. He pushed his tongue inside her, feeling her walls contract around him. Her moans grew more urgent, her hips moving faster as she encouraged him to go deeper.
And then he found it, her clit, swollen and begging for attention. He kissed it gently, and she screamed out, “Yes, that’s it!” The sound of her pleasure spurred him on, and he focused his attention there, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive nub.
Her legs tightened around his head, her hands fisting in his hair as she pushed herself closer to the edge. He felt the tension in her body, the way she held her breath in anticipation. And then she was there, her body shaking as she climaxed once again.
“I’m cumming! Don’t stop!” Her voice filled the room and her juices flowed freely, coating his face and mouth, and he lapped them up hungrily, not wanting to miss a single drop.
Her moans grew softer, her breathing evening out as she rode the waves of her orgasm. He didn’t stop, though. He continued to kiss her, to taste her, to show her just how much he enjoyed pleasuring her. He knew that this was something she had been craving, something she had never gotten from Tyler. And now, here he was, her little brother, giving her what she needed.
As the tremors subsided, she leaned back, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She looked down at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “You’re really good at that,” she murmured, her voice filled with surprise and satisfaction.
Her hand slid down to her clit, her fingers moving in slow circles as she watched him. “Do you want to try something else?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.
He nodded eagerly, his cock still standing tall and demanding attention. He didn’t know what she had in mind, but he was willing to try anything she asked of him.
With a sly smile, she climbed off of him, her naked body glistening with sweat. “Take off your shirt,” she instructed, her eyes never leaving his.
He complied, feeling more exposed than ever before. His chest heaved with each breath, his heart racing. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his bare skin as she kissed him. Her tongue danced with his, tasting herself on his mouth. It was a kiss filled with passion and a hint of something darker, something that…