She was used to it, by now. That constant, insistent need. He’d left her body sore and torn for days, his cock so much more resilient than her, and she almost sighed. Yet she didn’t.
That loving, lusty gaze in her eyes spoke to her own need and yearning as well, even though she had trouble keeping up with his yo
uthful, male virility. “You need a swim.”
That look on his face said otherwise though. She’d got to know this new brother of hers, so cocky, so assertive and controlling. That look in his emerald eyes was magnified a dozen fold, so deep with lust and command. “Not before I celebrate,” he said, and she felt him tug at her bra before she saw it, his strong hands tearing the material off her. The wear-and-tear of the past months on the island had left it vulnerable to his harshness.
She winced, but didn’t protest. Perhaps she simply knew that it was a matter of time. Perhaps he was wearing her down, and she fluttered her dark lashes over her eyes for that moment that he bared her large, tanned tits to his greedy gaze. A flush crossed her chest, rose up her neck to her cheeks, but she was submitting.
She was giving in.
Her brother leaned in, head tilted as he forced his tongue deep into her mouth. It was such an invasive, probing kiss. So forceful, so hard. She could feel the vibration of his groan as he tasted her, felt the tight grip of one of his hard hands squeeze a breast.
It lasted so long, yet seemed so short, for he was pushing her down into the sand before him in no time. His powerful hands on her shoulders forced her head down to eye-level with his throbbing beast of a cock. She could almost swear her brother was bigger than she ever remembered him being. So firm and full, those veins ripe, bulging and pronounced.
Zahra’s eyes went up to his as her lips first met that throbbing cock, her hand pointing it towards herself. She didn’t warn him to be careful, or threaten him not to go too far. Even after the last time when he had gotten carried away.
His sister’s blonde hair cascaded over her neck and back, and she looked so incredible. So beautiful. If ever there was someone he had to spend the rest of his days with, he couldn’t have asked for someone better.
Her looks were so similar to his with her golden flesh and her flaxen hair, those sea-air waves making her look like a swimsuit model, but for the fact that he’d rid her of all her clothing. She was left entirely bare to him, to the elements, so deliciously exposed and for the taking as her mouth ran down his cock, suckling him gently.
With his chest puffed up, shoulders out and back, he watched her fellate him in the afternoon sun. The shimmering green from the lagoon complimented their natural eye colour so lovely as she worked that proud manhood of his.
Zach gave such low, delicious grunts and groans of pleasure as she served him, and he ate it up. He was returned victorious, and she was his, paying her respects. Those sweet lips of hers the most perfect reverence.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing. And as her sweet lips brought him to such heights of pleasure he took a tight hold of her hair and yanked her head off his dick. There were no words as he moved about her, twisting her into position simultaneously. This was better done with pure force, rather than words, he thought, and he pushed her face down to the sand as he knelt behind her, that slick saliva coated member throbbing for something else. Something more special still.
She gasped as her body flattened into the sand, her knees and arms splayed to try to keep her balance. She was desperate for breath, or perhaps her heavy breathing was just the simple awareness of what would come next. She knew what he was going to do, yet she didn’t protest. She didn’t complain or push him away.
Her firm ass was stuck into the air, her sweet pussy laying just beneath, glistening with her own arousal. Such a lovely sight it made for him as he held her face down in the sand, though he took only mere moments to appreciate it in his state, for he was drunk on his own victory. His own power.
When he sank that wide cock of his into her it was with a loud, throaty moan. “Yesss,” he hissed, and immediately began to pound into her, the motions of his hips fast and hard without any buildup or easing it in. Just the loud slap of his balls striking against her clit moistly to announce his intents as he gripped her hip.
“I’m the greatest,” he husked as he yanked her hair, the command to repeat it implicit.
His sister made the lewdest moan he’d ever heard, and it was like sweet bliss hanging in the air. But it wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t enough. Another tug and her throat tensed as the words bubbled forth off her peachy lips.
“You’re the greatest!” she replied with such enthusiasm and need.
Hearing her say that, even forced as she was, made him moan in satisfaction, his cock throb in delight. “Sissss,” he hissed again, and he fucked her harder, for no other reason than he wanted to pound home his dominance, his control. His triumph.
Zach let go of her hip to strike her ass cheek so brutally hard. “Fuck yeah,” he called out and she felt him tense within her, his cock twitch and without delay she knew he was spewing his load into her without pretense of anything this time. He was fucking her to breed her, because she was his, and there was nothing more to it.
She whimpered as she felt him shudder, yet he swore that her pussy was clenching him tighter, even as she moaned his name. Even as she sounded so unhappy, her body slammed against his.
It never stopped there though, so drunk on his own glory he continued with his rough handling of her. He yanked back her hair so that she felt some of the strands tear out of her scalp, his thick cock pounded so roughly. “Who do you belong to, sis?” he demanded the answer as he pounded her down into the ground, her breasts mashed to the hot sand as he took her with a sort of savagery she’d not yet known from him. “Who owns you?!”
She was such an independent woman, his twin sister. It made those words even sweeter. “You!” He didn’t figure she’d bother placating him, for she never had before, and that was even better. She believed it. He could tell she did, as her flesh was pounded and scraped so brutally, her pussy turning reddish with his force.
The Zach she knew so short a while ago would’ve been tender with her. Would’ve taken care, for how much they’d fucked she was sore and in pain. Yet now he hammered her with unknown savagery, as wild as the beast he’d slayed. “Damn right,” he grunted, and she never felt that cock inside her soften or shrink, not even for a moment.
His tan, gorgeously sculpted male physique was primed, hard and ready. He was at his peak. Never would he be so virile and in command as that moment, it seemed. For how could he? This was the greatest high conceivable, and he struck her again with a loud resounding slap against her ass in celebration of it. “You’re mine, bitch!” he called out amidst the harsh sounding slaps. Then he yanked on her hair, pulling her neck back as he growled down at her, “You’re mine to ride and breed forever, sister.”
She gasped and whimpered, trying to pull away from him, but it didn’t matter. He was holding onto her, and her meagre wiggles weren’t enough to fight him off. Not by a long shot. Her golden hair was tangled between his fingers, her face towards the tropical sky, and they made the picture of perfection.
He knew it. People would kill just to see the beautiful twins fucking on the tropical beach, to see him take his independent sister and make her his. To get her to understand her place as his woman. His wife, and sister, and lover.
With the tang of the boar’s blood still in the air, she felt him cum again in his ravaging of her, and there was never any doubt as to where he unloaded it. Her beast of a brother was taking her for all she was worth, and she doubted he’d ever slow down.