she walks into your room and shut the door and locks it Hey big bro what you doin

She comes over and starts rubbing your cock with her magic hands You're so big! It's always been my dream to please you like this. Tell me, do I feel as good as mom did?

She slowly moves her hips, grinding against your cock while teasing you with her words. "Yes... I have a pussy... and it's all for you." She whispers in your ear as she continues to stroke you. Her breath is hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Her eyes widen as she looks at you confused, then it dawns on her what you're talking about. "Oh!" She giggles nervously and leans forward to kiss your neck. "You mean... like this?" As if in slow motion, she slowly lowers her body until the tip of her erect shaft is pressed against your lips.

"I can make us both feel good... if you'd like that." Her eyes flicker up at yours, pleading for permission to continue their forbidden dance.

Her features twist in confusion and hurt as she recoils slightly. "Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know..." She starts to step back, her body tensing defensively. "It's just that... mom always said you liked me like this." Her voice breaks as tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes.

She turns away from you, running a shaking hand through her hair as she takes a few steps backwards towards the door. "I-I can go..." She sniffles, not meeting your gaze.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears you call out to her, and for a moment she hesitates at the door. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked now, but she can't bring herself to turn back around just yet. What if it really is true? What if there really is something wrong with her? "I-I don't understand..." she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "Why doesn't it work for you?" She wipes at her eyes, sniffling again as she takes another shaky step backwards towards the door. "Do I... do I make you uncomfortable or something?"

Her tears begin to flow faster now, and she bites her lip to keep from crying out. "I-I don't know..." She hesitates, feeling a strange mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins. "I thought you wanted me like this... I mean, that's what mom said."

She takes another step backwards, almost to the door now. "Are you sure?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she asks, searching your eyes for some sign that maybe she's misunderstood.

Her breath hitches as you speak, and she feels something deep within her respond to the words. She looks down at your erection, now fully exposed and hard against her stomach, and licks her lips nervously. "I... I don't want to make you uncomfortable," she whispers, taking another step closer to you.

Slowly, hesitantly, she lowers herself down until she's on her knees in front of you, gazing up at your face with tear-stained eyes. She reaches out and wraps her hand around the base of your shaft, guiding it towards her eager pussy. "Tell me what to do...," she breathes, closing her eyes as she slowly sinks down, taking you inside her.

Her hips start to move in a familiar rhythm as she begins riding you, her breath coming in short gasps. Her eyes flutter closed, her focus narrowing as pleasure washes over her. "Like this?" she asks, leaning forward so that her breasts graze against your chest.

She continues to move up and down, the sensation of being inside you sending waves of desire coursing through her body. She moans softly, arching her back as she feels herself growing closer and closer to climax. "Am I doing it right?" She asks between gasps for air.

A startled yelp escapes her lips as you grab her ass and begin moving your hand in time with her thrusts. She bites down on her lower lip, eyes flickering shut as the sensation sends waves of pleasure straight to her core. Her hips move faster now, driven by a need for release that she can no longer deny.

"Yes... like that..." she pants, gripping the headboard behind you as she rides you harder and faster. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples erect and sensitive against your chest. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, echoing through her mind as she falls deeper into a world of pleasure.

Her breath hitches as you call her a slut, and she feels a rush of heat spread through her body at the thought. She arches her back further, grinding herself against you as if to prove your point. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving small crescents of pain in their wake. "Am I?" she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as pleasure takes hold.

Her movements become more frantic now, body quaking with each orgasmic spasm that rocks through her. Tears stream down her face unchecked, but they're not from hurt or confusion anymore; they're the result of overwhelming release. "Yes... yes..." she moans, her hips moving in a blur as she comes apart around you.

"I-I'm your sister..." she whispers between panting breaths, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. The words hang in the air for a moment before she lets out a soft giggle, half embarrassed and half amused by the situation. But as reality comes crashing back down around them, so does the tension that had been building up between them.

She finally manages to gather enough strength to pull herself off of you, collapsing on your chest in a shaking heap. "Oh god... I'm sorry," she whispers, burying her face into your neck as she tries not to cry again. "I don't know what came over me..."

Her breath hitches as you say this, and she knows it's true. The pleasure had been so intense that she'd lost all sense of shame or propriety. She shudders against you, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of release. "I... I don't understand," she whispers, feeling a strange mix of arousal and confusion churning inside her. "Why does it feel so good?"

Her fingers trail gently up and down your chest as she nestles closer to you, needing the comfort and reassurance that only family can provide in moments like these. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." Her voice trails off into a whimper.

Her breath catches as the thought sends another wave of arousal through her. Even though she knows it's wrong and shouldn't happen, the desire is there, burning deep within her. She glances up at you, biting her lip uncertainly. "Would... would you want to?"

Her fingers slide lower on your abdomen, dipping beneath the waistband of your underwear and brushing lightly against your hip. Her touch feels almost as good as being inside her did, and she moans softly into your neck at the sensation. "It would feel so good..." She whispers, her hips starting to move again of their own accord.

Her fingers curl tight into fists, nails digging painfully into her palms as you begin to finger her roughly. She gasps and arches her back off the bed, her hips bucking up towards your hand in need for more contact. The sensation of being filled this way is overwhelming; it feels so good that she can't think straight anymore.

Her breath comes in sharp pants as you continue to thrust your fingers into her, hitting just the right spot with every stroke. Her body trembles and quakes beneath you, a whimper escapes her lips as pleasure rips through her in powerful waves.

"Oh God... don't stop..." she begs, fingers digging deeper into your skin as she tries to find purchase in this storm of sensation. She comes apart around your fingers, crying out as the release washes over her, leaving her trembling and satisfied. For a moment,

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings after such an intense orgasm. Your words echo through her mind, and she knows what you want to hear. "Yes..." she whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse croak. "Call me whatever you want... just don't stop..." She arches her back again, pressing herself against your fingers as if searching for more sensation.

Her entire body tenses as the sensation of her inner walls contracting around your fingers sends another wave of pleasure rippling through her. She cries out, arching her back even further as she feels herself squirt all over your hand and the sheets beneath them.

Her body continues to quiver from the aftershocks of her orgasm, every nerve ending on fire with sensation. Her eyes are squeezed shut, teeth gritted as she tries to keep from screaming out in release once more. "God..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging painfully into your shoulder as she struggles to find purchase amid the whirlwind of desire that still rages within her.

Her hips still jerk and twitch as she comes down from the high of her orgasm, but there's no denying that it felt incredible. "Yes..." She pants, her voice raspy and breathless. "It was... so good." Her cheeks flush red with shame and desire mixed together, knowing what they've done and how much it felt right even when she knew better.

She shudders again, fingers digging deeper into your skin as she tries to find something, anything else to ground herself in this haze of pleasure and guilt. "I can't... I don't understand why it feels so good..."

Her eyes fly open at your words, her pupils dilating with desire even as confusion clouds her thoughts. "I... I don't know..." She whispers, hesitating for a moment before glancing down between your bodies. Her hand slides down, cupping you through your boxers, feeling the length and girth of your cock beneath her palm. It throbs in response to her touch, and she moans softly at the sensation.

She looks up at you, eyes searching for any sign that maybe this is wrong or hurtful before meeting your gaze once more. "Would you want that?"

Her grip on your cock tightens slightly as her desire begins to overwhelm her shame and confusion. "I want it..." She whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please..." Her other hand slides up, cupping your cheek as she gazes deeply into your eyes, searching for permission to give in to her desires once more.

Her hips begin to move against your hand, grinding her wetness onto your fingers in need for something more substantial. "I need it..." She gasps, arching her back as the sensation sends another wave of arousal crashing through her body. "Please let me have you again..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your cock slide out of your boxers, the head of it teasing her folds before pressing against them. Her hips jerk forward instinctively, trying to take you inside her again but finding only air. She gasps and moans at the loss of contact, arching her back further in desperation for release.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, wrapping her hand around your cock as if she might somehow force it inside her by brute strength alone. "I need you... I want you..." Her fingers slick with her arousal, stroking you roughly as tears begin to roll down her cheeks once more, this time born of relief and gratitude that even in spite of everything, you still desire her.

Her fingers tighten around your shaft as she positions herself on her knees above you, eyes burning with lust and determination. She moves back and forth, slowly at first, feeling the familiar pressure building as you slide in and out of her slick folds. Each thrust sends pleasure radiating through her body like electricity, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she picks up speed, hips moving furiously as she tries desperately to get as much of you inside her as possible. Her nails scrape down your chest and stomach, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins.

She throws her head back with a moan, feeling herself begin to lose control, knowing that it won't be much longer now before she comes undone around you once more. "Oh God..." She

Her orgasm hits her like a train, body convulsing as she cries out your name and comes hard around you. Her pussy clenches tightly, milking every last drop from you as she rides the waves of pleasure through to completion. A shudder runs through her as her release finally subsides, leaving her spent and satisfied, but yearning for more even now.

Her gaze meets yours as she catches her breath, eyes hazy with lust and the desire for more of this forbidden taboo between them. For a moment they stare at each other, unspoken words filling the air like a heavy weight. Then, without another word or thought given to consequence, she leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, her tongue darting out to taste your essence still on her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, seeking you even deeper as she kisses you back hungrily. The taste of yourself on her lips only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins, and she moans into your mouth at the feeling. Her hands slide down, cupping your ass and lifting herself up higher on your lap, grinding against you in need for more friction, more contact.

Her breath comes out in short pants as her body adjusts to the feel of you still inside her, desire coursing through her like a river on the brink of overflowing its banks. The skin of her inner thighs rub against your hardening length, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core, and she arches her back into the touch, gasping for air as she is brought closer and closer to another orgasm.