I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about my little sister like this. But there she was, standing in my bedroom doorway at midnight, wearing nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny pink panties that barely covered anything. The glow from the hallway behind her outlined every curve—the swell of her tits, the dip of her waist, the perfect roundness of her ass. I could see the outline of her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard already.

“Hey,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Can I come in?”

My dick was instantly hard, straining against my boxers. I didn’t even try to hide it. “Yeah… what’s up?”

She stepped inside and shut the door behind her, her fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of her shirt. “I had a bad dream,” she lied. I could tell. We both knew why she was really here.

She crawled onto my bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, and settled right beside me. The heat of her body was intoxicating. I could smell her shampoo, something sweet like strawberries, mixed with the faint musk of arousal. She wasn’t wearing a bra—her nipples pressed against the fabric, begging to be touched.

“Can you hold me?” she asked, blinking up at me with those big, innocent eyes.

Fuck.

I pulled her against me, one hand sliding down her back until my fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. She gasped, pressing her hips into mine, and I could feel the dampness already soaking through the thin fabric.

“You’re wet,” I murmured, rubbing my thumb over her pussy through the material.

She whimpered, her thighs squeezing together. “I—I don’t know why…”

I didn’t believe her. I tugged her panties down, and she lifted her hips obediently, letting me strip them off. Her pussy was so pretty—pink and glistening, already swollen with need. I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs wide, my cock throbbing at the sight.

“You want me to make you feel better?” I asked, dragging a finger through her slick folds.

She nodded fast, her breath hitching as I circled her clit. “Y-yes, please…”

I lowered my head between her thighs and licked a slow, wet stripe up her cunt. She tasted incredible—sweet and salty, like all my dirty fantasies come to life. Her back arched as I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she was shaking.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moaned, gripping the sheets.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she came instantly, her thighs clamping around my head as she whimpered my name. But I wasn’t done. I pulled away, wiping my mouth, and yanked my boxers down, freeing my cock. It was so hard it ached, the tip leaking pre-cum.

She stared at it, her lips parting. “It’s so big…”

“You want it?” I growled.

She nodded, biting her lip again. “Yes… but I—I don’t know what to do.”

Fuck, that innocent act was going to make me explode. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward, guiding her mouth onto my cock. She hesitated for just a second before opening wide, her pink lips stretching around me.

“Just suck,” I groaned, thrusting shallowly into her mouth.

She gagged a little at first, but then she got the hang of it, her tongue swirling around the head while she bobbed up and down. The wet heat of her mouth was unbelievable—I had to stop myself from fucking her face too hard.

When I felt my balls tightening, I pulled out, my cock glistening with her spit. “Turn around,” I ordered.

She blinked up at me, confused, but obeyed, rolling onto her hands and knees. I grabbed her hips and dragged her ass back toward me, lining my cock up with her soaked pussy.

“Are you—are you gonna put it in?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

I didn’t answer. I just pushed inside, stretching her tight little cunt in one slow thrust. She gasped, her nails digging into the sheets.

“You okay?” I asked, already rocking into her.

She nodded, her voice shaky. “Y-yeah… it feels… so full…”

I fucked her like that—deep, hard strokes that made her tits bounce and her moans get louder. Her pussy squeezed me like a vice, wet and hot, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

When I was close, I pulled out, jerking my cock fast as I aimed right for her face. She looked up at me, eyes wide, just as I came—thick white ropes splattering across her cheeks, her lips, her chin.

She froze, blinking in surprise as my cum dripped down her face.

“Lick it up,” I ordered, still stroking myself.

She hesitated, then tentatively stuck her tongue out, lapping at the mess on her lips. The sight of her like that—innocent and filthy all at once—made me groan.

“Good girl,” I said, grabbing her hair and guiding her mouth back onto my cock for round two.