Page 9 of Deep Thr*ating Big Brother

I spread my fingers inside of her while I kept eating out her ass and getting it nice and ready for my cock.

And then she came for me long and loud for me, her pussy spraying out around my fingers as my beautiful whore gushed for me.

“Damn, little girl,” I groaned. “Dad’s gonna wonder why his couch is drenched. Wonder what he’d say if he knew his son and daughter made it all wet while they were fucking each other.”

I pulled back and yanked my fingers out of her, opening my mouth by her cunt hole and letting her gush even more into my mouth and all over my face. “So fucking good. So damn hot.”

I rose and notched my cockhead at her puckered asshole. She was so lubed up and clenched for me as I started pushing in, but my sister’s hole was tight, and there was resistance. I fucking craved more.

I forced myself in until I could slide in nice and slow and popped free of that tight ring of muscle as I pushed through.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “I’ve never had anyone fuck me in the ass.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “I’m glad my big brother is taking my ass cherry.”

Once I was balls-deep—my nut sac pressed to her body—I waited until she grew accustomed to my dick in her ass. I clenched my jaw. Gritted my teeth. As her tight little hole strangled my cock, I was fucking losing my mind.

I rested my chest on her back, braced my hands on the bed on either side of her, and plowed her like she was nothing but my personal fuck hole.

“Frankie, God, Frankie… I’ve only ever wanted you. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

I hummed and kissed the back of her shoulder.

“That’s really good, sweetheart, because your big brother only wants you too.” With each passing second of me fucking my sister’s ass, the crazier I became. My balls grew tight, and I knew I was about to come harder than I ever had in my fucking life.

And then I did, not holding back, unable to stop this train, even if I wanted to. I only allowed myself to fill her ass through half of my orgasm. And thank fuck I was with it enough to pull out and grab the root of my dick, aiming at her pussy hole and finishing by spraying hot, thick white ropes of my cum on her pussy.

I shook violently as I finished coming, and when my balls were drained, I flipped her over, spread her thighs, and leaned in to suck all my jizz off of her pussy. I held it in my mouth and rose to grip her jaw, willing her mouth to open.

And then I spit all that cum into her mouth, and she drank me down.

Saffa dragged her tongue over her mouth, collecting the spunk that covered those perfect, pink lips, and I groaned in pleasure.

“My brother’s cum tastes so good,” she breathed.

I sat my sated ass on the couch and pulled my girl on top of my lap, just cradling her. What we’d done was taboo. I knew that being with my sister was crossing the hardest line imaginable. We’d entered forbidden territory. But this wasn’t just a one-time thing for me. I wanted Saffa with me.

“My perfect girl,” I murmured into her hair. Her body was slick from the jelly, something that turned me on in a depraved way.

Despite coming harder than I ever had in my life, having Saffa nestled on my lap—all naked and slicked-up from petroleum jelly—had my dick growing hard again.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Be my good girl, sweetheart.”

She tipped her head back and looked up at me, a sweet smile on her face, her cheeks pink because I’d just fucked her. “I’m yours.”

Yeah, she fucking was.

EPILOGUE

SAFFA

The streets of Sintra were alive with the rhythm of the city. It was a blend of old-world charm and vibrant colors that made you feel alive.

I walked hand-in-hand with Frankie as we watched tourists packed in cars and buses rattled down cobblestone streets. The scent of roasted nuts filled the air, and I inhaled deeply, feeling like I was home.

And I was with the man I loved.

Frankie hadn’t let go of me all day. He always had a hand touching my body, no matter what.

We’d planned this trip for the last year and had already visited with family—even seeing distant relatives up north—before we spent the rest of our time enjoying the sights and sounds and reconnecting with our roots.

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