It felt amazing. She felt so sexy. She wanted to make Ethan happy. What could be better? Love, Love, Love…music permeated her mind like a toxin as she moved with a fluidity she never imagined she possessed.
Ethan was transfixed. Never had he seen his Sister like this! It was so dirty and sexy and he couldn’t take his eyes away. His cock throbbed in his pajamas, leaking precum, begging for release as he watched Misty’s body move in ways he’d only imagined.
The next several nights were a repeat performance with the swimsuit eventually replaced by sexy lingerie arriving in the mail.
The following week, their parents left on a cruise to celebrate their anniversary. That night Misty did something new. Having worked Ethan up with her most seductive moves, she had reached around, and released the clasp on her top, allowing it to flutter to the floor, and giving Ethan an unobstructed view of her swaying tits. She could hear him gasp, and watched his hands close, grasping the couch cushion on either side of where he sat.
She spun around, her tits swinging like firm pendulums, her nipples standing proud and hard as she moved to the music. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her skimpy bottoms it was time for the coupe de grace. She pushed down letting them fall and then daintily stepping free. Ethan could see her neatly trimmed bush and her moist slit, pushed just a little open and topped by a pert pink clitoris.
Misty felt amazing. She was naked in front of her little Brother and felt more turned on than she’d ever felt before in her life. She could see his eyes glowing with a primal lust that she’d never seen before. She wanted him touching her, and she tried to wordlessly seduce him into doing so with her dance.
Ethan was in lust overload. He couldn’t move, barely breathe, his eyes locked on his Sister’s naked body. His mind demanding something that was so so wrong. So wrong. So… inevitable.
Misty’s moves had slowed. The song was ending and Ethan barely noticed that she was sitting sideways at his feet. Her supple legs elegantly arranged on the floor. She was looking into his eyes with a hunger that he knew must be satiated. He felt her reach for the waistband of his pajamas. Without thinking he raised his hips to make her job easier.
Misty was lost. Lost in a haze of lust. Lost when she saw her Brother’s cock spring free from his pajama bottoms. She reached for it without hesitation, pressing her tits against his legs and stroking it worshipfully. Lost as she brought it to her lips and licked the ooze of precum from its head. It was a really nice cock. She wondered why she’d never been curious enough to try this before. She engulfed it with her mouth. It tasted good.
Ethan moaned as Misty sucked his cock. He glanced down to see her head bobbing up and down as her hand continued to work his shaft as well. It felt like heaven, her full angel lips making an airtight seal around his shaft. Her tongue worked around the underside of his glans driving him nuts. He could feel her nipples rubbing against him as she worked. He reached down to play with her creamy breasts.
It was too much. After a few minutes of Misty’s attention, Ethan erupted in Misty’s mouth. She made a few small gasps in between his spurts, but kept gulping it down, managing to keep his cum from escaping. She savored the taste with obvious pleasure. Getting her feet under herself she flopped up onto the couch beside him, panting and sweaty.
Ethan leaned over and kissed his Sister. Not the chaste peck of happy birthday, or nice to see you, but a deep passionate embrace where their tongues met and danced. He could taste himself on her lips and in her mouth. His hands explored her body, it having occurred to him that this might be an anomaly, or that one or both of them might realize the gravity of what they were doing. He took advantage of the opportunity before him and she responded by melting in his arms.
Switching positions with her, he was soon on the floor in between her splayed legs. Face to face with her neatly trimmed bush, he could smell her musky arousal and didn’t hesitate to dive in. She tasted incredible and was soon writhing back and forth with her fingers tangled in his hair as she came over and over again, coating his face with her issue as she pushed his face into her dripping twat. It was the best sex she’d ever had and she was totally and irrevocably, madly in Love.
Five minutes later she was spread eagled on their parent’s bed, with Ethan’s hard cock poised to breach her sopping cunt. She didn’t care if it was wrong, she just knew she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything before. She felt him slide easily into her velvet quim. She felt full. She felt stretched. And for the first time during sex, she felt loved.
Ethan looked down at his Sister’s amazing body beneath him as he slid his cock inside her. She sighed contentedly as he slowly stroked in and out of her, uncertain yet, what his body would do. He wanted to this feeling to last. She was wet and warm and responsive. She was rocking her hips to let him know that she was fucking him right back, every so often doing a tiny figure 8 with her pussy, which began to clench and unclench as she orgasmed, moaning Ethan’s name.
Misty’s orgasm almost caused his own, but he managed to calm down just enough not to give in to the urge. On a whim he reached down and wrapped his hand firmly around Misty’s neck. Misty’s hips shot up driving him all the way inside her. Her eyes shot wide in question at her Brother.
“Cum for me Sis. Cum for me again.” Ethan hissed.
Misty’s pussy was suddenly on fire and she came hard enough so that her eyes rolled back and flickered. The pressure of Ethan’s hand on her neck was making her so fucking wet and she gurgled a cute little gurgle as she came yet again. He had told her what to do, so she had obeyed. It felt incredible. Like another layer on top of the raw sexuality. He was commanding her in a way that would have sounded ridiculous outside the bedroom, but that she felt compelled to obey in the moment.
Ethan rolled over onto his back, never leaving Misty’s pussy, pulling her on top of him cowgirl style. She rode up and down on his cock like a rag doll, her tits bouncing uncontrollably. Ethan took the flat of his hand and spanked his Sister’s bottom. She squeaked and he could feel her grow impossibly wetter as she pounded down on him over and over, cumming in a quivering mess as she rode him.
“Who owns your pussy, Misty?” He heard himself say.
“You do, Ethan.” She answered as she came again on his cock.
“Who do you belong to, Misty?” He heard himself say.
“I belong only to you, Ethan.” She answered as she came yet again.
“Awww, Sis…” Ethan moaned as he shot his seed deep inside her.
They clung onto each other like they were floating, adrift, away from land. Shipwrecked.
The sun drifted into the window of their parent’s bedroom. Ethan woke to an empty bedroom. He could smell coffee wafting up from downstairs. Grabbing his bathrobe from his room he walked down the stairs, noting that he was a little tender…down there.
“I guess we’d better talk about this.” Misty began, handing him a cup of coffee.
“I guess we’d better.” Ethan agreed. Okay here it was.
“I’m not sure about dancing.” Misty said.
“Why not? You’re awesome!” Ethan encouraged.
“It released something inside me, I think?” Misty offered.
“It’s what we did…fucking like that?” Ethan asked.
“Yes and no… I’ve never felt like that, and I don’t quite know what to make of it. The words coming out of my mouth, the feelings in my tummy…” She trailed off.
“Mom and Dad are going to find out.” Ethan stated.
“Why do you say that? We could just keep it secret…” She asked.
“You know how we connected. It isn’t going to go away. They are going to catch us at some point, and you know how they are…” Ethan said.
“Maybe it was just a one-time thing?” Misty said, feeling how hollow the words rang as they left her lips.
“We’re gonna get caught, Sis…” Ethan repeated.
They fucked for the rest of the week. Three or four times a day, until they started making love to each other. And at that point it was beyond repair. They knew their parents would be returning, and that just fueled their lust. They literally couldn’t get enough of each other. Ethan was in charge, and Misty wasn’t happy unless she felt his seed dripping from her cootchy.
The day before Mom and Dad got home, he took her for the audition. He sat in the parking lot, hands at ten and two. Harsh until she came out of the club.
“I start tomorrow.” She said, kissing Ethan and lingering in his arms.
Ethan had been thinking hard and turned to face her. “Rules. I talked to the girl whose sister is a dancer. Things got weird. So rules.” Ethan said.
“I’m yours. You know that.” Misty replied.
“You are there to dance. No drinking. No drugs. No side hustles. We bank the cash…” Ethan stated.
“I know. I understand.” Misty said with a sigh of relief. They were taking things sideways here and she felt… vulnerable, and in uncharted waters. But more than anything she trusted her brother.
Misty was an almost instant hit. A few off-hours trial runs and she was on the main stage. The money was intoxicating compared with fast food pay. She came home horny as hell every night she worked and Ethan fucked the living daylights out of her. She’d never been happier in her whole miserable life.
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