Punishing the Brats

It wasn’t long ago, after all, that she was thinking of how great it’d be if her brother’s friend would fuck her, knock her up, and free her from a life of constant struggle to perfect her body, perfect her skill at her gymnastic art. Would it really be so different if it were Zach taking his place in that fantasy instead? He was bigger, hotter… more virile.

Oh her mind was getting away from her!

Of course, there were a myriad of downsides, but then in the moment… she could think of none. Not the shame of being found out, certainly. Lust clouded her mind, and there was just the raw thrust of a big, meaty dick filling her up again and again, and what it’d mean when those loud moans of his would signal his climax inside her.

It was so wrong, but it felt impossibly right. Like all the stars had just aligned, and she brought her fingers down to her clit, beginning to rub that over sensitive bud before he slapped her hand away.

Her eyes widened in shock, and he was looking down on her, looking dangerous and hot as hell.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Princess?”

Those words did such things to her mind, making her moan before she could even stop herself.

“No,” she murmured.

He caught her wrist, holding it and pinning it over her head, keeping her in place as his mouth found hers. It was hard, an almost bruising kiss, and it stole her breath away.

She never would’ve expected such passion from her big brother, such all-consuming fiery passion. Yet there it was, in the way he pinned her down, in the way he kissed her so deep and hard, in the way he fucked her like it wasn’t just her first time, but his. As if the pleasure he got from sticking his dick into her was incomparable to any of his past experiences.

Was it too much to hope he was just as obsessed with her?

His fingers ran down along her side, over her hip, before they snaked in between them and his thum

b found her clit. His tongue whipped against hers as he ground his hips into hers before breaking the kiss.

“You ask for permission from now on, because this is mine,” he growled.

His?

Her entire body trembled, a pulse of pleasure going through her and making her cry out at his words, at how they made her feel.

She’d never been so turned on in her life.

“You’re going to cum in me?”

He gave her tit an extra rough squeeze before bringing his hand up to cup her cheek and force her gaze upon his, making their eyes lock intensely as he pumped her cunt and worked her clit.

“Of course I am,” he growled to her, his large, hard body shuddering a little from the pleasure. “I’m going to pump you so damn full, sis.”

Her lip quivered again and he pushed down on her for another kiss, massaging her cheek and hairline with one hand as the other worked her clit. He was sending her body into overdrive. It felt like something so much more than just simple lust, some innocent exploration of one another’s bodies.

He was taking a big risk with her, and fucking her like she’d never dreamed she could be fucked.

And then he pulled back, forcing her gaze to remain on his.

“And after I cum in you, you’re going to suck me until I’m hard again, and then ride me so I can see what this gorgeous gymnast body of yours can do.”

His commanding presence, the way he took such complete control of her, the situation, it made her whimper and mewl without wishing to. She quivered and shuddered beneath him, unable to truly move from her position with his massive form keeping her pinned, but that only added to the titillation. Being controlled by her big, hunk of a brother, who wanted her so very, very dearly.

He pressed down upon her clit and she trembled, sparks going through her body.

“You’re going to cum on my dick, Princess, aren’t you?” he growled, and Sylvia looked at him, nodding her head like a brain dead bimbo. She was reduced to a mess of lust and need beneath his body, and he was driving her mental.

She watched as best she could with how overpowering it all was, saw her brother thrust into her, filling her up and pumping her full so hard, so gleefully. His tanned form, glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration as he built towards his release at such a titanic pace. He was a freight train barreling towards his destination, and his thumbing of her clit was intent on bringing her with him.

“Cum on my cock, you little sister-slut,” he commanded, his heavy, growling voice hitching a little as he grew nearer and nearer to his own climax.

The idea that her brother was fucking her, that he was going to cum in her!