My little brother.
In his older sisters pussy.
My head went blank.
I started moving.
My hips were moving up and down, slowly at first. Then faster, as I couldn’t hold back any longer, until I was fucking him hard in his own bed.
“Mmmmh….”, I moaned. My cunt was tingling. I knew, my orgasm wasn’t far.
Then, Lars started to open his eyes.
My heart stopped for a second, but my body didn’t. It couldn’t.
Not now.
Not after it finally got what it always needed.
“S…Sarah?”, Lars asked, still sleepy. He moaned, but didn’t seem to realise what was going on. I was right, he still was very drunk.
Then he fully woke up.
And it hit him.
“Sarah! What are you doing!”, he yelled. He did grab my arms, with his strong hands. But he was still shocked, still just waking up, and he was still more drunk then he had ever been.
And he was getting his first fuck by his older sister.
His grab, normally strong and confident, was week as a child’s.
He tried to push me off, while he was moaning involuntarily, as I was still fucking him hard.
My pussy tightened. I could feel the orgasm getting closer.
“Sarah…stop…please, please…stop”, Lars begged, moaning.
I could feel his cock twitching inside me. He was getting closer as well.
I was leaning forward, so that my forehead was touching his. My hands grabbed his shoulders, pressed him on the mattress, into his pillows.
“Cum for me, little brother”, I whispered. “Cum inside your big sister!”
Then I kissed him.
This way, I stole his first kiss, right after I stole his virginity.
He bucked his hips, moaned into my mouth. He was desperately trying to push me of.
He managed to push my head to the side, gasping for air.
“No, no!”, he was screaming.
Then he came.
Inside of me.
His sperm flooded my wet, fertile pussy. Spilled through my cervix. Into my womb.
It found something in there. A ripe, fertile egg cell.
A single of Lars’ sperm cells penetrated its walls.
I came.
I came and came and came.
I cried out his name, and my love for him.
Loud, louder than the thunderstorm outside.
Then I collapsed on top of Lars.
On top of my little brother, who I’ve had raped.
Whose virginity and first kiss I had stolen.
Whose child would now be growing in me.
I kissed him one last time.
“I love you, Lars”, I whispered. “I always have.”
He didn’t say anything.
Then I got up. My little brothers sperm was still dripping out of me.
I walked through the dark room, only lightened by the thunderstorm outside.
Opened the door.
Went through it.
Closed it behind me.
I was gone, and Lars was lying on his bed, alone in the dark.
“I know”, he finally whispered to no one but himself.
“I always have.”
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