Punishing the Brats

She hadn’t even realized he was awake.

“It’s going to be fine,” he murmured, reassuringly. “I promise, sis. You’re mine. I’m going to take care of you.”

She rest her head against his shoulder, and those words brought a smile to her lips, fear dripping away from her. She trusted him, wholly.

Her hand ran down his pecs and abs, over his treasure trail and down to his stiff, morning-hard cock. She stroked him, and kissed his neck before she rolled on top of him. The blankets fell from her shoulders, cascading around her toned ass.

Her pussy was red and swollen from the brutal fucking, but she put his flared crown to her entrance again.

“I want to make sure you knocked me up, brother,” she murmured lightly, her voice and actions so out of character. He’d awoken something dangerous in her.

Something primal.

Something amazing.

She moaned as she slid down his length, her smile so broad as she realized just how many of her fantasies her brother could fulfill.

Judging by the primal, desirous grin upon his face, the feeling was more than mutual.