My head perked up as soon as the shower stopped running. In a matter of seconds, my sister would step out of the steaming bathroom with a thin towel wrapped around her curvy body. She would clutch the towel at her chest as she made the short trek to her room. Every night, I prayed that it would slip through her clumsy fingers and fall to the floor. Just once. Michelle had tripped on and slammed into just about every piece of furniture in our apartment and dropped her fair share of fine china. Surely, she could accidentally release her towel before making it to her bedroom. Just once.
Michelle and I had been practically inseparable since childhood, so it was inevitable that we would attend the same college. However, she got there first because she was a year older than me. By the time I arrived at our Southern California apartment, she was 19 and I was 18. She had already established roots and joined a sorority, while I was a fish out of water. Being the dutiful older sister, she would always try to drag me out of my shell by inviting me to dinners and parties with her friends. I never fit in with those people. I only went because Michelle asked me to, and I could watch her dance in her skimpy outfits.
Sometimes, when she got particularly tipsy, she would drag me to the dancefloor, and I would hesitate at first but ultimately succumb to her propositions. Her friends thought it was hilarious, but I found it incredibly arousing to feel her body so close to mine and to feel her hips gyrating against me. Her undersized crop tops accentuated her supple breasts and exposed her stomach, and her bare thighs were highly visible thanks to the miniskirts and short shorts. All of that, combined with the erotic way in which she moved, caught the attention of many guys, and I could always feel them watching. I couldn't blame them, as I was ogling the exact same features that made them drool. The only difference was that it was my crotch she grinded up against, my erection that she teased with her round buttocks. It never took long for me to mysteriously disappear into the bathroom.
When I didn't go out with Michelle, I eagerly waited for her to return and take her hot shower. I sat dutifully on the living room couch every night, pretending to watch TV. In reality, I was waiting to catch a whiff of her sugary scent as she passed by on her way out of the bathroom. Just the glimpse of her bare skin in my peripheral and the knowledge that she was naked under the towel had me fully erect. Her perfectly curved pink soles teased me as she disappeared into her bedroom. I would have given anything to make that hallway longer.
Friday nights were the most exciting, as we would always watch a movie to relieve the stress of our classes. Michelle had a particularly sexy and carefree aura about her when the weekend came around. She giggled more, showed more skin, and was more physically playful. She would kick me like siblings do to annoy each other, having no idea how turned on I was at the feeling of her soles against my skin. I would ask her to stop and insult her "smelly" feet, prompting her to rub them in my face and allowing me to inhale her scent for the briefest of moments. She would try to smother me with the couch cushions, not knowing how close I was to cumming when she straddled me.
She would wear short, thin, and lacy nightgowns through which her nipples were easily visible. When she leaned against me lovingly, it took an extraordinary amount of willpower not to peek down at her cleavage or bare legs. It was worse when we watched horror movies, as she would grasp me tightly and bury her face into my shoulder.
Once, a particularly shocking scene made her jump, and she fell onto me, her body pressing against my erection. I came into my pants as she gripped my shirt and screamed into my neck. That was the closest I had come to sex at that point, and it was courtesy of my own sister. Michelle was never shy about flaunting her sexuality, unknowingly torturing me on a daily basis, but that was on another level. I could only imagine what it was like for the guys who actually had sex with her. I could never fathom why she constantly torpedoed her relationships and only picked guys who didn't know how to appreciate her devastating beauty.
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One day, I couldn't take it anymore and made the fateful decision to follow Michelle to her room after her shower. She stood in front of a standing mirror, shuffling her damp blonde hair. From the slit in the doorway, I had almost the perfect angle. After a few moments of cleaning up her face, she finally slipped off the towel. My eyes went wide and my heart pounded furiously. I almost exploded right then and there.
Michelle's perfect bare ass was in full view, and her hourglass figure was stunning. This was leaps and bounds beyond what I had been exposed to up to that point. Desperate and reckless, I opened the door just a smidge and squinted my eyes. I only caught a tiny hint of her brown areola, but that was more than enough. I had only ever glimpsed her plump breasts through her clothing, occasionally catching the outline of her nipples when she chose not to wear a bra. Now I had just a little bit more, but it felt like I had won the lottery. I escaped back to my room to satisfy an unbearable urge.
Since then, I viewed Michelle in a totally different light. I was always attracted to her, but now I knew what she looked like without all of her obstructive clothing, and her naked body was all I yearned for. How could I look at her backside and not think of her smooth, round asscheeks hiding just beneath her jeans? How could I catch a glimpse of her cleavage without imagining the soft, brown areola being pressed against the fabric? She was driving me wild, and she didn't have a clue. She just kept strutting her legs and swaying her hips as she walked in front of me, twirling her hair and humming in her sexy voice as we drove, and laying on her stomach with her feet dangling cutely behind her as she relaxed on our couch.
I had it bad, and my mind was swirling out of control. I needed more. I wasn't satisfied with the occasional peek through her door after a shower, or the inadvertent foreplay that only happened on Friday nights. I needed something more permanent to satisfy the urges that flowed through me day in and day out. I gathered the courage and decided to take a picture of Michelle during that brief moment when she transitioned from towel to pajamas, when she would be completely naked, just like I saw that one night. This would have been safer than ogling her all day long or peeking through her door every night. Or so I thought.
So, one night, I followed Michelle to her room after her shower, as usual. But this time, I took my phone with me, my hands trembling with anticipation. As I opened the door to take the photo, the phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the carpet with a soft thump. That was enough for Michelle to spin around, clutching the towel close to her chest. When she saw my phone on the floor and me peering through the doorway, she let out a sharp, prolonged gasp.
"Oh no, sis. It's not what you think, I swear!" I blushed at how pathetically unconvincing I sounded.
"Then what were you doing outside my room with your phone?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"I-I-I... I was just passing by, and it slipped." I shrugged awkwardly.
"Oh, really? It slipped past my door and into my room?"
I glanced sideways, unable to come up with another lame excuse. I swiped my phone from the floor and bolted.
"What the!? Nick, you perv! Get back here!" Michelle's screams disappeared behind me as I ran into my room and locked the door.
A few seconds later, I heard the inevitable pounding against my door. "Nick, you better open this goddamn door! I'm gonna fucking bury you!" With one final kick, Michelle let out a frustrated scream and retreated.
I was too scared to leave my room for the rest of the night and ended up falling asleep on my bed. I thought I had gained some temporary peace. I was wrong.
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I woke up to the feeling of my arms being raised in an awkward position. When I tried to move, I felt pressure against my wrists, accompanied by the sound of metal. I looked up and realized that I was handcuffed to the bars of my headboard. My jaw dropped in horror as I struggled futilely to free myself. Soon, my wrists turned red, and I was out of breath. I gave up, chained to my bed like a prisoner. I knew I deserved it, but I was terrified for what might come next.
A few minutes later, Michelle burst through the door, and I saw in her eyes that her fury hadn't subsided. The noise made me jump, and I was actually shaking. I had never been this afraid.
"S-s-sis! What are you... how did you... w-what's going to happen? I'm really sorry! Please don't hurt me, okay?" I tried to squirm away as she walked closer, but with both arms locked behind me, I remained exposed to her anger.
"You're not the only one who knows how to be sneaky around here." She tossed the paperclip that she had used to unlock my door. "And you can forget about the keys to those handcuffs. I don't even remember where I put them."
"Oh, come on, 'Chelle! I said I'm sorry. What more do you want? What are you gonna do?" I was almost crying.
Michelle grabbed my phone from the nightstand. "I bet you deleted the photos after sending them to all your friends." She scrolled through my phone, her fingernail tapping angrily against the screen each time she swiped. Finding nothing, she threw it at my stomach. It landed with a slap, causing me to groan in pain.
"I-I didn't send it to anyone, I swear!"
"That means you were taking them for yourself to jack off with. Isn't that right, you little pervert?"
I realized then just how idiotic I was. I had practically confessed everything. As my last hope, I thought that maybe Michelle could see how sorry I was. She either didn't see it, or didn't care.
"So I've been thinking..."
It was bad enough when Michelle said that under normal circumstances. Now, with me chained to the bed and her standing angrily over me, I legitimately thought I might die right then and there.
"...about what to do with you."
Would it be a knife? Was she going to stab me through the heart? Or perhaps smother me with a pillow?
"It's only fair if we give you a taste of your own medicine." She took the phone. "Let's see how you like it when our friends get ahold of your inevitably tiny dick."
I was relieved that I would live to see another day, but it only lasted for a second. Then, the repercussions of what she suggested hit me like a freight train. "WHAT?! No, please don't do that, sis! I'll do anything else. Literally, anything!" I would actually have rather died.
"No."
"But I really wasn't going to send them to anyone!"
"What, so it wouldn't be fair if I sent out your nudes? Boo hoo. Like I give a damn at this point." She pulled my shorts off and tossed them to the floor.
"Wait! Please, Michelle. You can have your revenge. You can do whatever you want to me. Just not that. Pleeeassee!"
She paused as her hand hovered over my boxers. She looked up and, for a second, seemed to take pity on me. "I guess the punishment should fit the crime."
"Yeah, yeah, exactly! That's all I'm saying!" I nodded fervently, desperate to avoid the possibility of my penis being spread all over the internet.
"Too bad I don't give a shit about what's fair, you little perv." She snatched my boxers off and threw them aside.
"Noooo! Please, don't!" I tried to turn away from the camera's incriminating flash, but Michelle sat on my legs.
"Let's get a few good angles. Yeah, that's it. Perfect." She snapped countless pictures of my semi-hard penis as I writhed desperately beneath her. "And let's get one of it standing up."
I couldn't believe that Michelle would actually touch me there. As soon as her fingers made contact with my shaft, I became rock hard. It stood at full attention with no effort from her. I grimaced and slammed my head down onto the pillow, feeling betrayed by my own body.
"Ooh, what's that?" Michelle tilted her head and grinned devilishly. "Yes, that'll do juuuust fine..." She expertly worked the phone to take what I thought would actually be pretty flattering photos, if I were in any other situation.
I was a bit disturbed that snapping pictures of genitals came so naturally to her, and a little more disturbed that she seemed to be enjoying herself.
"Sis, please don't do this..." My voice faded along with my hope.
"Oh, don't pretend like you're not enjoying this. Look at you! You're about to cum, for Christ's sake!" Michelle scoffed as the phone emitted one final flash. "Pervert."
As she left my room, she turned around, and her gaze traveled downwards. She bit her lip before disappearing, leaving me still chained to the bed.
---
Michelle returned about an hour later. I was still naked from the waist down, and I instinctively became semi-hard at the sight of her appearing in the doorway. I lay helplessly as my cock, which was resting innocently against my scrotum, grew and flopped onto my stomach. Michelle must have seen it, though her reaction was difficult to judge.
"How's my little peeper doing? You ready to become internet famous?" She held the phone threateningly, as if about to push the trigger on a bomb.
"Please don't. I'm begging you! I'll never do it again. Promise!" I moved my hands some more, as if I could somehow reach for the phone in this state.
Michelle scoffed. "As if I'm gonna believe you." She raised her forefinger and slowly moved it towards the phone.
"No, I'm serious! You're not even that hot!"
Her mouth was left ajar as a deafening silence filled the room. I wondered whether I had improved my chances or sealed my fate.
Then her eyes flicked up and her piercing gaze burned a hole straight through me.
"Uh, uh, uh... w-what I meant was... I, y'know, have no reason to do it again."
"Then why'd you do it the first time?" she asked menacingly.
I inflated my cheeks and glanced off to the side, looking for a reason.
"So you're not attracted to me."
"Ew! No... No! Absolutely, definitely not. Never in a million, billion years." I shook my head emphatically.
"Prove it." Her tone had changed—she sounded more pouty now. Her eyes welled up.
I was taken aback. "What? How?"
Michelle glanced down at my penis, still half erect from her presence. She put the phone down, and her hands hovered over her jean zipper. I watched in awe as she slowly pulled the metal down to reveal her light blue panties underneath.
I opened my mouth to say 'no.' That would have been the logical thing to do. The right thing. But I didn't make a sound. Despite the fear and the guilt, I couldn't deny my own curiosity.
Twisted thoughts flooded my mind as my cock twitched in anticipation. I dreaded what would happen when Michelle finished what she started. Would I explode right away? Michelle's beauty outclassed all the sultry models and porn stars I used to drool over. Of course my body would react to her. It was inevitable, and I could only lie still and await my doom.
Finally the zipper arrived at its destination. Michelle was teasing me and she knew it. So cruel and so alluring. I was finally staring raw sex appeal in the face. The curvatures of her body, the mounds protruding from her chest, the skin of her legs as she slid the jeans off. Her golden hair, glossy lips, stunning blue eyes. All of it was on my bed, mere inches from my naked penis.
I was hard before her pants hit the floor. Michelle stood on her knees with me between her legs. She was staring down at my erection.
A wide grin cut across her face. "Liar."
Then she flew off the bed and landed on her feet, light as a feather. I could hear the pitter-patter of her soles against the wood floor as she walked towards me. I turned and was greeted at first by her bare thighs. Then she bent down and her face came so close to mine that I could feel her hot breath.
"Stay put, naughty boy. I'm not done with you."
She placed the phone on my chest and glided out of the room. I stared at her backside as it swayed with every step. Then my attention turned to the screen in front of me. It was a slideshow of the pictures I had taken, restored from the trash folder I had stupidly forgotten to empty. Interspersed throughout were the snapshots of my erection.
I groaned desperately as my cock throbbed and emitted a stream of precum onto my stomach. I knew then that this was going to be a long night.
---
In my dreams, she's laying on the floor, completely naked. There is nothing else in the room, just her. It's dimly lit and flickering, as if by candlelight. This obscures most of her body, as my mind can't complete the image and refuses to implant what isn't real onto her. I catch glimpses of her skin, which is a golden bronze under the lighting. Otherwise, it's mostly her silhouette. But it's unmistakably Michelle. I can see the glare from her belly piercing and the gloss from her lips.
She spreads her legs and begins to rub her pussy. It's a slow, circular motion at first—probably just teasing her clit. Then she sucks her fingers, moistening them in her saliva, before penetrating herself in earnest. Her other hand cups her breast, fingers teasing her nipple. Her back arches and her toes curl. Her mouth opens wide and emits an orgasmic symphony of moans and gasps as she becomes engulphed in climax.
"Nick! Nick!"
That was new. She never screams my name. My imagination was progressing. I dreaded taking it too far. I was content with just being a fly on the wall... wasn't I?
"Nick!"
My eyes snapped open, and I flinched in surprise. Michelle's face again. She was gripping my hair tightly, as if preparing to bang my head against the pillow had I not woken up to her voice.
"What now?" I asked groggily.
A smile broke across her face. "There you are. Now, where were we?"
She walked across the room with a sultry gait. I realized that she was wearing black lingerie, stockings and heels included. When she reached the wall, she leaned against it with her back to me, her ass protruding prominently. She gave it a brief shake before reaching back to spread her cheeks. Then she slapped it hard.
"You like that, don't you?" she whispered.
"No... this isn't real... it can't be." I tried desperately to convince myself that I hadn't actually woken up. But whether it was real or not, my eyes were fixated on Michelle, and no force in the universe could have made me look away.
She giggled. "Well, if this isn't real, then I can do whatever I want, right?"
She approached my bed once again and dropped to her knees. Her hand glided up my bare thigh. I quivered under her touch and became fully erect. I watched as she arrived at my crotch and reached out to take her prize.
"No!"
Her hand froze in midair, fingers open and ready to grasp her brother's cock.
"You're crazy. Don't do this," I pleaded. "What happened earlier—it didn't mean anything, alright? It was just a natural reaction. I swear!"
Those pouty lips again, eyebrows furrowed in anger. Michelle grabbed the phone and showed me the picture of my penis. Her finger hovered over the 'send' button. She stood up and paced around, her heels clacking intimidatingly against the floor.
"You know, I'm getting tired of your lies, Nick. Are we just gonna ignore the way you're fucking me with those eyes?"
"W-what? No, I didn't..." I glanced away.
"Liar!" she screeched.
"Alright, alright! Calm down." I gave in with an exasperated sigh. "You look gorgeous, sis. You always have. What do you want from me?" I shrugged it off, as if it were normal for any guy, even me, to want to stare at Michelle.
This made her soften up significantly, and she smiled goofily, like she was hearing that compliment for the first time. She glided back to my bedside and sat down with legs crossed. The way she looked at my cock made me aroused and terrified at the same time.
Without hesitation, her fingers closed around my girth. I came almost instantaneously. Michelle maintained her grip on my shaft as it continued to pulsate and pump out my manhood.
"Mmm, yes. I knew you'd enjoy this. That's it. Cum for me, little brother." The arousal in her eyes was more than apparent.
I instinctively thrusted through her hand to prolong the orgasm and milk out the last bit of semen. Michelle laughed seductively, knowing that she had me right where she wanted.
"Well, that went quicker than I expected." She cocked her head, amused by the hot fluid dripping down her knuckles.
"Sorry. It-"
"Felt really good?"
I nodded.
"Better than you thought it would?"
I nodded.
Michelle smiled and licked the cum off her hands. "Now we're getting somewhere."
"Now what?" I asked with a bit more urgency than I had intended.
"Ooh, someone's excited."
I felt my cheeks burning up and glanced away in guilt.
Michelle giggled. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed." She pinched my cheek, causing me to flinch away in pain. "Don't worry. This is far from over. I know just how to pass the time while we wait for little Nicky to grow back."
She hopped onto the bed and straddled me, facing backwards. I had the perfect view of her ass as she leaned forward and slapped herself.
"Mmm, I bet you wish you could get your hands on this ass." She laughed maniacally when she heard me struggling against the handcuffs. "You poor thing! Oh, well. It's not your hands I need at the moment anyway."
Gripping my ankles, she pushed herself back until her privates hovered directly over my face. I could detect a faint scent emanating from her panties. It immediately triggered my senses, and I felt an intense tingling throughout my entire body. I never knew that sex had a smell, or that pheromones applied to humans. It was like I had inhaled some magical dust and gotten an epiphany. In that moment, every instinct in my body told me to bury myself into that cavern and thrust until I had drained the last of my manhood. Nothing else mattered, not even that she was my sister. I was merely a helpless passenger now, both to Michelle's twisted games and to my own raw, unadulterated desire.
"Oh, silly me!" Michelle reached back and removed her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs and making sure they brushed up against my face before tossing them to the floor.
I was staring at my sister's pussy. It was more beautiful than I could have imagined, and I imagined a lot. I could tell she was aroused, as it was engorged and covered in fluid. It wasn't bushy, but she had a thin layer on her mound and around her vulva.
Next to hit the floor were the Louboutins, which landed with a loud thud. I was glad she took those off because I wanted to see her soles, to catch a glimpse of her curling toes.
Michelle reassumed the position and lowered herself onto my lips. I took a deep breath and let her scent flood my nostrils, making me moan with desire. I kissed it timidly at first, never having done anything like this before. Her tunnel contracted each time I sucked on it, accompanied by her faint whimpers. I felt her juices moistening my lips and began to salivate more and more.
I wanted—needed—to taste her. I stuck my tongue out and began lapping up her cum. The flavor was more addictive than any drug, and I cherished the sensation of her warm lips gliding across my taste buds.
"God, Nick, that feels fucking amazing! Don't you dare stop." Michelle tilted her head back and released more moans, each one louder than the last.
Feeling more encouraged than ever, I flicked my tongue faster and faster, until I was positively lashing her. Her clit, her labia, her vulva. Nothing escaped my ravenous assault.
"Oh, fuck! Yeeesss..." Michelle began thrusting herself against my lips, smothering me between her asscheeks.
I could only moan my approval as my cock grew rock hard again. Without warning, Michelle wrapped her lips around it and took it down to her throat. I reacted involuntarily to the sensation, tensing up and pitching forward. My tongue slipped into her slit, making her equally surprised.
"Yes, right there! Keep going! Put it back in. Fuck me with your tongue!"
I obeyed eagerly, forcing my tongue as deep as it would go, until my nostrils were pushed up against her puckering anus. I inhaled all of her, letting the scent and taste combine into pure ecstasy.
I moved my tongue around as much as I could. My sister's insides were warm and bitter. I could feel her walls tightening around me as she approached climax.
"Oh, my god... You're gonna make me cum... Oh, Nick... I'm cumming... Fuuuuuuck!!" The rest became unintelligible as the orgasm took over. Michelle exploded in a flurry of screams and quivers. I let her cum drip into my waiting mouth.
When the ecstasy subsided, Michelle lifted off of me and lay on her back with one leg over my chest. I wanted badly to turn my head and kiss her feet.
"Phew! That was fucking fantastic!" She gave my thigh a good slap.
I let out a soft chuckle, proud that I had made a girl cum as hard as she did. But I was still an inexperienced virgin, and by all accounts, that was a sloppy first attempt. We both knew the reason she came so fiercely was because of the excitement of getting eaten out by a sibling.
"How did it taste?"
I swallowed what was left of her cum. "Pretty good, I guess." I glanced away and suppressed a smile.
"Don't lie!" Michelle gave me a playful kick. "I know you enjoyed that. Like a lot. I mean, you would've exploded if I kept on sucking."
"Why didn't you?" There was no reason to hide my desire at this point.
"Tsk. Oh, Nick. You're so naïve sometimes. My mouth isn't where you're cumming tonight." She winked.
I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't, actually, because my voice was lodged in my throat and I could barely breathe. There was no innuendo to her words. It was totally explicit what she wanted.
"Actually, maybe I should return the favor before we move on." She licked her lips, as if preparing to feast on my meat. "Have you ever had a tonguejob?"
"W-what's that?" I asked timidly.
Without saying anything, Michelle grasped my shaft between her fingers and brought it to her lips. Then her tongue did to my cocktip what I did to her pussy moments ago. She slid her tongue into my foreskin the way I slid into her cunt. I made some inhuman noises as immeasurable waves of pleasure shot through my uncontrollably pulsating shaft. Michelle's skillful flicks and swirls brought me to the very brink of ecstasy but somehow kept me there for an impossibly long time. I awaited an explosion that never came. Before long, my shaft glistened with precum and saliva.
Michelle got on all fours and slowly crawled up to me. When she arrived, she ran her tongue up the length of my neck. Then she kissed her way down to my chest. "You ready for the grand finale?" she whispered in my ear.
Michelle straddled me once again, except this time, her bare pussy weighed down on my erect cock. I throbbed uncontrollably at the sensation, wanting desperately not to cum until I was inside her.
I tugged at the handcuffs once again, almost angrily. "Unlock me."
She grinned and leaned down towards me. I thought she was going to kiss me, but she reached underneath the pillow and pulled out a small silver key.
I sighed in exasperation. "You're joking."
Michelle raised her eyebrows cockily. Without saying a word, she put the key between her teeth and dangled it over me. When I reached out to bite it, she flinched away. We played this game a few more times before my sexual frustration boiled over.
"Michelle! Damn it!"
Michelle softened up and lowered the key within easy reach. When I leaned up to grab it, our lips touched and electricity shot through my spine.
I spit the key away to God knows where and leaned up to kiss her in earnest. She moaned in surprise but slowly closed her eyes and pushed back. My head slammed back down onto the pillow as we made out passionately, our tongues dancing around each other in a swirl of taboo.
"Fuck me," Michelle whispered through smothered lips. "Fuck me now. I need you inside me."
I pulled on the handcuffs one final time, with the force of a mother lifting a car to save her child. The wooden bar of the headboard snapped in half and released me at last. Right away, I wrapped my arms around Michelle and pulled her to me. Still chained at the wrists, I grabbed what I could, tugging her hair and clawing her back.
Michelle yelled out in ecstasy at the force of my passion. It was my turn to take over, and she put up little resistance. I kissed her neck and chest until my lips found her nipples. I sucked and licked them, enjoying the softness of her breasts and the taste of her areola. I had dreamt about her body for so long, and now I had her underneath my lips. I wasn't about to let this moment pass.
We stayed like that for a while, with me sitting up and Michelle wrapped around me, kissing and desperately trying to taste each other's skin. My wrists burned from straining against the metal cuffs, but it was worth every bit of pain to reach Michelle's deepest crevices. Finally, we fell back down onto the bed with her on top of me.
She reached for my cock and positioned the tip at her entrance. "God, I've wanted this for so long..."
My eyes went wide in shock, but I had no time to process her words. The very next moment, a wave of immense pleasure shot through my body. I was inside her. I was inside my own sister. I had plunged my manhood into someone who should never know what it feels like to fuck me. But none of that mattered anymore. Right or wrong, every bone in my body felt the urge. I knew it wouldn't end until every last drop of the virgin cum in my balls was pumped deep into Michelle's velvet tunnel.
We both yelled out at the initial penetration. Even Michelle seemed surprised at the sensation, and there was no way she hadn't slept with multitudes of men already.
"O-oh, fuck..." Her voice was shaky, almost like she was afraid of the mind-blowing orgasm that waited for her at the end of this.
I had hoped Michelle would start off slow to prevent another premature ejaculation, but her desperation prevented her from doing anything rational. She slammed down onto me fast and hard, coating my shaft in her fluids. It was a pleasure I had never felt before, something that made me lose total control of my body. I made sounds I didn't know I could make, cursed in ways that would have made our mom blush, and invoked God's name just for good measure.
I could tell that Michelle felt the same, as her deafening screams echoed off the bedroom walls. Her cum drenched my pubes and dripped down my thighs. She uttered my name countless times, as if either of us needed a reminder of whose cock was making her climax.
"Oh, god, sis! This is... so... wrong," I uttered through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I know!" Michelle exclaimed joyously. She began moving even faster, laughing and moaning at the same time. "God, I can't believe how good this feels! You're so fucking big, Nicky! I'm gonna cum on my brother's cock!"
And she did. She tilted her head back and screamed into the ceiling with eyes shut tight. "FFFUUUCK, YES!" She tugged my hair violently with one hand and gripped my neck tightly with the other. Even after it had subsided, her legs wouldn't stop quivering.
"Wow," she whispered.
"Wow," I echoed.
We stared at each other for a long moment. We were both drenched in sweat and out of breath. Her hair was damp and her makeup had run slightly, but it did nothing to diminish her beauty.
Michelle ran her hand tenderly over the parts of my chest that had been reddened from her vice grip. "Did you cum?"
I shook my head. "Did you?"
She threw her head back in laughter. "Just a little."
I only smiled brightly at her, not knowing what to say.
"I guess you've paid your dues." She lifted the handcuffs by the chain and inspected the damage to my wrists. "Where's that damn key?" She glanced around.
"Who cares? You got what you wanted."
"We got what we wanted," Michelle snapped back.
I wanted to ask her what she meant by her words earlier, but I figured she didn't owe me an explanation. After all, I fantasized about my sibling too.
"I guess so," I admitted. "Gosh, you couldn't just get dressed in the bathroom, or buy a bigger towel? Wear more clothing when you're at home, or invite someone else to the club? You were driving me nuts!"
Michelle giggled happily. "And you can't put a shirt on after swim practice? Work out somewhere besides the living room? Lock the door when you're jacking off that humongous dick?"
"Yeah, but who the hell wears a bikini while studying?" I retorted.
"Well, that..." Michelle glanced away and scratched her head. "...may have been intentional." Her subtle grin suggested she felt no guilt about it.
I chuckled. "You're a manipulative little slut, you know that?"
She gave me a playful slap across the face. But by her flushed cheeks and bashful lip biting, I could tell she was flattered by the compliment.
Then she pulled my erection out of her and fell onto her back. "Think you can give this little slut another orgasm?" She spread her legs wide, revealing her gorgeous pink pussy caked in a layer of cum.
"I have to try." I rolled on top of her and put myself between her thighs. "You deserve it, for all that hard work you put into seducing your own brother." I gripped the headboard as leverage to thrust into her deep and hard.
Michelle grabbed my rod and aimed it. "And don't you dare pull out."
"Never."
Our lips met and I began fucking my sister once more. It was like a massive earthquake contained to my bed. The cum from Michelle's previous orgasm made it all the more easy to glide in and out of her. With each thrust, our bodies came together with an audible slap. Soon, she filled the room with her screams.
"I'm gonna cum, sis!"
"Yes! Oh, fuck, Nick. Cum inside me... cum inside me!"
With a visceral cry, I unloaded everything I had into Michelle. I felt my cock throbbing inside her for an inordinate amount of time, and every contraction was accompanied by a release of fluid.
"Oh, god! I can feel it inside me. It's so fucking hot... don't stop." She grabbed my buttocks and pulled me in deeper.
I could feel her pussy pulsating around my shaft. The sensation left my whole body twitching involuntarily. I even felt it in my ass, as my prostate went into overdrive. I buried my face in Michelle's neck and cracked another bar on the headboard while my pelvis tingled with an indescribable pleasure.
When our mutual climax finally subsided, I could relax the muscles in my body. I lay still on top of Michelle, feeling the oily friction of our sweat-drenched bodies rubbing against each other as we both struggled to catch our breath. We could hear each other's heartbeats, which refused to slow down while we were skin to skin. I released my grip on the headboard and replaced it with Michelle's hair. The soreness in my fingers began to set in. I teased her ear with my lips, occasionally whispering highly inappropriate things to her. It took many kisses and some coaxing to get me to finally pull out. When I did, my semen spilled out from Michelle's pussy and stained the bedsheet.
"We have to find that key." She rose from the bed and grabbed a tissue to stem the flow of cum.
"We don't have to find anything. Just come back and lie next to me. Please don't go." I reached out with my hands, grasping at nothing in particular, too exhausted and sleepy to move.
Michelle picked up the paperclip that she had used to break into my room. "Ugh. This'll do, I suppose."
She came back to the bed and slid underneath my arms. I held her tight, kissing her neck as she worked to free me.
She giggled. "Quit it! I have to focus."
"Go ahead. Just pretend I'm not here." I kissed her cheek and played with her breasts.
"Wait, there it is!" Michelle pointed to the key on the floor.
I kicked it underneath the bed before she could move.
"Nick! This is gonna take forever!"
"I know."
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After ten minutes of half-assed thief work and a lot of flirting, the cuffs finally fell to the floor. I raised my hands up to eye level and turned them over, examining the damage. Michelle ran a finger down my palm and traced the red lines on my wrist.
She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly. "That better?"
"Hmm." I looked up and pretended to ponder. "Sort of."
She kissed it some more. "How about now?"
"Mmm... nope."
She licked the palm and put the fingers in her mouth, staring up at me while she sucked and licked them as she would a cock. I twirled my fingers around her tongue, feeling the warm wetness of the inside of her mouth. I grimaced at the pain of her bite but was entranced by how her eyes and lips worked to tell me everything I needed to know without using a single word.
'I loved fucking you, little brother, so much. I don't care how wrong it is. I never want to stop doing it. I want your tongue and cock inside me every night from now on.'
And I reciprocated that feeling, with every fiber of my being. I only hoped that my eyes expressed it. But in case it wasn't enough, there were other ways to confess my attraction.
I pulled my hand from Michelle's mouth, watching as a string of saliva dangled between my fingers and her lips. I stuck the fingers into her pussy, probing for her G-spot. She threw her head back and opened her mouth wide, into which I slid my tongue. My other hand found her breasts and began squeezing tightly, flicking her nipples. At some point, my inserted fingers did the right thing, and Michelle howled her pleasure.
"Oh, god, right there... yes, that's it! Keep doing that... fuck, I'm cumming again!"
Except this time, a fountain of cum sprayed from her pussy, drenching the sheets. I kept hooking my finger into her G-spot, prolonging her climax and milking out more fluid.
"NIIIIIICK!! Ahhhhhhh!"
I felt her entire body quaking against me and saw her toes curl up. She reached behind her to grab my hair and pulled hard as her contracting pussy squirted the last of its orgasmic elixir.
It took her a while to calm down. I held her close to me and teased her neck with my lips until her breathing returned to normal. We sat in silence for a long time, enjoying each other's bodies. Finally, she turned to look at the clock and realized how late it was.
"You're cleaning that up." There was an audible peeling sound as our skin, which was pressed tightly together with dried sweat, parted ways. Michelle hopped off the bed and walked towards the bathroom.
"Wait, where are you off to?" I grabbed her by the wrist.
"To take a shower. That was a bit of a workout, in case you haven't noticed."
"I'll come with you."
Michelle pushed me back down onto the bed. "No, we can't. My legs can't take any more, Nick."
She did look completely exhausted, and I knew that if we stepped into that shower together, we would be tempted to ravage each other all over again.
"Fine," I conceded. "Just promise you'll come back."
She snorted. "I'll think about it. Oh, and check your drawer. I got a little something for you," she said before disappearing through the doorway.
I let out an exhausted but satisfied sigh. I smiled when I saw the mess of cum on my bed, an erotic reminder of what we had done. I reached for the drawer and opened it, curious to see what trick Michelle was up to now.
It was a camera. An expensive one, too, with high-definition video capture to boot. I laughed out loud. She was brilliant.