Zach watched every moment of it, and his hand tightened in her hair so that she felt the strands tug in his grasp. “That’s it,” he coaxed hoarsely, forcibly pushing her along that thick length a little faster, a little deeper.
“Fuck you’ve never looked so good as when your mouth is stuffed with my dick, sis,” the words were almost grunted out in his pleasure.
She would have protested, and he swore he felt her tongue cluck against his shaft as if to do just that, but instead it just added to the experience. Knowing she was reluctant to his crass nature, to his reminders of their relationship, it only made it that much more tempting to see her take his cock again and again.
Her eyes watered as he reached the back of her throat and she tried to pull off, but he wouldn’t let her. Zach only pushed further. He crammed that bulbous crown down into her throat so that the flared tip choked off her breath entirely and lodged itself inside her. He gave such a deep groan of satisfaction at that sensation, though the tight lock of it only allowed him to grind his length into her the tiniest of bits. “Yeah sis...” he moaned, “you like it real deep, I know you do.”
Tears threatened the rims of her eyes as her hands moved from his shaft to his thighs, begging him for relief in the only way she could, yet finding none. He was lodged there so deep, holding her to that raw point of pain and anguish, of panic. He could feel her body squirm and try to struggle away, but he knew it wouldn’t be long and she could have her release. For now, he needed this.
So as his sister fought his own eyes rolled back into his head and he let out such a deep, satisfied moan as he unleashed his seed into her. It wasn’t the tight warmth of her cunt, but it was damn close. And he held nothing back as he flooded that rich cum straight down into her gullet, all as he crassly called out to her, “Take it, sis. Take it like you’re meant to.”
It was only when he was satisfied that he heeded her urgent struggles, and yanking that wide cock from her throat, the broad flare got caught for a moment. He almost grew worried for her himself at the delay, but with a tough pull he managed to get it out of her throat with a grunt, leaving her throat raw.
She coughed and sputtered, saliva and cum spat into the sand as her red face poured tears. She gasped for breath, though he could already tell what her first words would be as her eyes glared daggers at him.
She sure did have a lot of things she didn’t want him to do.
It was becoming something of a ritual, awakening in the middle of the night. Zach had used such occurrences as an opportunity to engage Zahra and rut for some time now. The two bodies grinding and fucking then curling up and falling asleep again. Though he’d ridden her so much lately, and her poor ass and throat were raw and sore from it.
But as he spooned into her backside, he knew he wouldn’t resist. Couldn’t resist. She was his sister, his lover. He had to have her.
He’d arose with such a hard-on, his cock so thick and full despite the prior days repeated fuckings. As he slid his arm around her to her breasts, that length lodged itself in between her pert, tan ass cheeks.
She didn’t stir, not then, but her body was so warm. So ready for him. She’d confessed to him how often she had dirty dreams in one of her more giving, open moments and it certainly hadn’t disappointed him yet. Her tanned flesh retained the heat from the day even during the depths of night, and it made her such a joy to curl into.
Zach felt like he could spend the rest of his life exploring his sister’s luscious body. And in his tired haze he gently–for once–slipped her bra cup away from her teat to tenderly touch it.
He’d had a thing for lingerie once, but now he realized he was coming to see that bra as purely an impediment. As his dick ground into her ass he was thankful he’d ruined her panties, even if it was by accident.
It allowed him to angle his hips and press against her cunt without any hassle. Any irritant. It made his sister’s pussy such a sweet, accessible delight.
She murmured, slowly becoming aware of his body touching against hers, though she was still on the cusp of sleeping. Still uncertain of where the line between reality and dreams began and ended. Her lips parted and she sighed into the still, tropical night, the scent of seawater surrounding them even that far from the coast.
He’d never shied from waking her before for their midnight trysts, but he felt a bit guilty. He’d rode her so hard lately, and his enthusiasm for tomorrow’s hunt had made him arise even earlier than usual, he thought.
Instead of prodding her away, he gently caressed her breast, let his cock throb against her slit and murmured quietly. So quietly that even if she were awake she’d be lucky to hear it. “Shh, it’s okay, sis. Don’t worry.”
Perhaps it reached some part of her subconscious, for her body relaxed and those deep breaths returned to normal, steady and restful as she wa
s so tenderly caressed. Oh, how he loved her. How long had they lusted for one another and resisted the temptation?
And how sweet was it to finally be able to give in, day after day, fucking his twin so many times.
Yet he had so much time to make up for.
As Zahra stilled and drifted off again he reached a free hand down, he cupped one of her pert ass cheeks and lifted it. She was such a fit young woman, and he barely needed to do a thing, but he exposed that slit fully and guided his full crown to the waiting lips beyond. They were moist, as always, some sweet dampness from her dreams lubricating her folds as he gently nudged betwixt them.
She moaned softly, but it didn’t sound like wakefulness. It was a dreamy haze, a low sound that was barely audible. She didn’t shift away from him, and her body accepted his shaft with such tender need.
Zahra just didn’t know what was good for her, but he’d help her see.
His cock was so large, but he slowly slid it up into her, his eyes rolling back into his head at the intense pleasure. Her cunt was truly the best part of her, he thought. Not her ass, nor even the depths of her lavishing mouth and throat could compare to the warm, wet clench of her fertile cunny.
He’d fuck his sister’s pussy day and night, and never pull out once if she weren’t so stubborn.
The very thought made his dick swell, and he couldn’t help but tug it out a bit and begin to slowly pump its length into her.
She needed to learn to let go. Accept things. They were here to stay. They were lovers. She’d have his kid and so what? Men and women had done it that way for thousands of years, and the fact they were brother and sister didn’t change anything.