Deeper angle.

Hitting places that made my vision white out.

“Quiet, sis,” he whispered, leaning over me, chest to my back, mouth at my ear. “Don’t wake Mom while your big brother breeds you. You want that? Want me to pump you so full his cum leaks out when you sit at breakfast tomorrow?”

The words broke something.

I clenched hard around him—trying to hold back, trying to obey.

He fucked me steady—deep, rolling thrusts—hand sliding around to cover my mouth again from the side, fingers pressing my lips apart so I could taste my own desperation.

He edged me three more times.

Pulled out right when my thighs started...