Tim visits his little sister Claire after midnight.
Her bedroom door quietly swung open, and Tim slipped inside, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, the curtains fluttering slightly in the cool evening breeze. Claire lay on her bed, her back to the door, the soft rise and fall of her chest indicating she was fast asleep. Tim took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, his mind racing with thoughts of their earlier encounter.
He shrugged off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. His eyes never left her as he approached the bed, his naked body moving with the grace of an athlete. The mattress dipped slightly as he climbed in beside her, the scent of her lingering in the air. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he reached out to touch her.
His hand hovered over her bare shoulder, the warmth of her skin beckoning him. He could feel his cock stirring again, already eager for more of her sweetness. He trailed his fingers down her arm, across her side, and up to her firm, young breast. She stirred slightly, a sigh escaping her lips as she rolled onto her back. The sight of her lying there, so innocent and untouched, only fueled his desire.
Tim leaned in, his mouth finding her ear. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Claire’s eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she felt the weight of his body pressing into hers. She knew what he wanted, what he had come for, and the anticipation had her body responding immediately. She rolled onto her side, her eyes meeting his in the darkness.
“Tim,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with sleep and desire.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. His hand moved from her breast to her thigh, sliding under the hem of her nightgown. Her legs parted for him without hesitation, and he moaned as his fingers found her already wet. Claire’s body arched into his touch, her own hands fumbling to find his cock, now fully erect and pressing against her stomach.
Tim’s kiss grew more demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hand moved to her pussy. He slid two fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit. She whimpered into his mouth, her hips moving in time with his hand. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her cheek, leaving a trail of fire wherever his lips touched her skin.
Her hand closed around his shaft, her grip tentative and unsure. He groaned, his eyes closing as she began to stroke him in earnest. Her touch was clumsy but earnest, and he knew she was eager to please. He guided her movements, showing her how to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. His hand slipped from her pussy to her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before sliding down to tease her tight hole.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed back against him, inviting his touch. He took that as a sign of encouragement and began to push his thumb inside her, the sensation making her moan into his ear. The feeling of her tightness clenching around his digit was almost too much, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
With a final, desperate thrust of his fingers, he brought her to climax. She bucked against him, her cries muffled by his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He could feel her pussy contracting around his hand, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.
And then it was his turn. He positioned himself over her, his cock poised at her entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
He pushed inside her, his cock sliding through her slick folds with surprising ease. Claire gasped, her eyes widening with the sensation of being filled. Tim took a moment to savor the feeling, his breath hitching as he felt her tightness grip him. Then, with a gentle roll of his hips, he began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm.
Her nails dug into his back as she adjusted to the fullness of him. Each stroke brought a new wave of sensation, a mix of pleasure and pain that had her panting and whimpering. She felt so small beneath him, so vulnerable, but also incredibly powerful as she watched the pleasure play across his face. His movements grew more urgent, his breath hot and ragged in her ear.
Without warning, Tim pulled out of her, the sudden emptiness making Claire whimper. He flipped her over onto her stomach, his hands on her hips as he repositioned her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he leaned in, whispering, “I want to try something else.” His voice was filled with a mix of excitement and something darker, something that sent a thrill of both fear and desire through her body.
Her ass was now in the air, exposed and vulnerable. She felt his thumb trace a wet line down her spine, pausing at the base before sliding between her cheeks. The anticipation was unbearable as she felt the tip of his cock press against her tight hole. She knew what was coming, and she couldn’t decide if she was terrified or thrilled.
Tim pushed inside her with a slow, deliberate movement, the pain making her gasp. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mix of pressure and burn that had her eyes watering. But as he pushed deeper, she began to feel something else, a strange, intense pleasure that had her body responding in ways she didn’t understand. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
He began to move, his hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating. She could feel the stretch, the fullness of his cock filling her up in a way that seemed impossible. Each thrust sent a jolt of sensation through her body, making her toes curl and her nails dig into the bed. Despite the pain, she found herself grinding back against him, urging him deeper.
The pleasure grew with each stroke, until it overwhelmed the pain. She could feel her orgasm building again, this time more intense than the first. Her body began to quiver, her muscles tightening as she approached the edge. Tim’s grip on her hips tightened, his breathing ragged in her ear.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. “You like that, don’t you?”
Claire could only nod, her voice lost to the sensations overtaking her. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire. The realization that it was her brother inside her only added to the thrill. It was wrong, she knew, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Their movements grew more frantic, their bodies slapping together in a carnival of passion. The sound filled the room, a testament to their shared need. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Tim reached his peak, his hot cum filling her up. She felt herself come undone, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Her body went limp, her muscles releasing their tension as Tim pulled out of her. He collapsed beside her, both of them panting and spent. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the aftermath of their illicit encounter hanging in the air like a heavy fog.
Claire rolled onto her side, her eyes meeting Tim’s in the darkness. His face was a mask of satisfaction, his chest heaving with exertion. She couldn’t read his expression, didn’t know what he was thinking. But she knew one thing for certain: she wanted more.
The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. Then, with a sigh, Tim leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Thank you, sis,”
Her eyes searched his, trying to understand what was happening. “Tim,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What are we doing?”
He didn’t answer, instead reaching for her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Shh,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her knuckles. “Just enjoy it.”