The depraved scene that unfolded between me and my sadistic brother. I was hornier than a two-dollar hooker. I stumbled into the den, buzzed from the bar, to catch my brother mid-wank—a lucky break.
I crawled towards him, lust clouding my judgment. He smirked, knowing what I wanted. We’d shared fantasy stories like this before, but never acted on them. This time, I wasn’t leaving without a taste.
He offered me a sadistic grin and gestured to the bed. I obeyed, my heart pounding with anticipation. He had a thing for kinky sex, and I was about to indulge him—and myself.
It started with dirty talk, him calling me a “fucking whore” and me begging for his cock. But it soon got physical. He manhandled me, spanking me raw and leaving welts on my ass. My moist cunt was dripping, eager for his touch.
He brought out the big guns, stuffing a red ball gag in my mouth and securing it with ropes. Then the water torture began—high-pressure hosepipes drenching my body, leaving me soaked and vulnerable.
My cunt was aching for attention, and he obliged by roughly fingering me. Digging. Pulverizing. While his face was buried in my ass, biting and leaving marks.
I came harder than I ever had, but he wasn’t done. He sliced the ropes, allowing me to wrap my legs around his body and grind my soaking cunt against him. I could feel his rock-hard cock against my thighs.
I took control, lifting my hips and forcing him inside me. The sensation of his thick member filling me sent me over the edge. He came hard, and I milked him dry.
This was just the tip of the iceberg—next time, things would get even more twisted.
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