**”Spying on My Big Brother”**

I never meant to walk in on him. I swear. But when I heard the soft moans coming from behind his slightly cracked door, curiosity got the best of me. I peeked in, holding my breath, and there he was—my older brother, sprawled naked on his bed, his thick cock in his hand.

Fuck. I couldn’t look away.

He was bigger than I thought. His dick was long and hard, his fingers wrapped around it as he stroked slowly, his hips lifting off the mattress with every motion. The sight of his balls tightening sent a jolt straight between my legs. I bit my lip, watching the way his cock glistened with precum, his breath hitching as he got closer.

He didn’t see me. And I didn’t leave.

Over the next few days, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time he walked past me in just his boxers, I imagined how he looked that night—his body tense, his cock dripping. It was all I fantasized about when I touched myself at night.

I started teasing him. Small things at first. Brushing my hand against his thigh when we sat on the couch. Leaning over him in tiny shorts so he could see down my top. Watching his reactions.

Then, one night, I got bolder.

I waited until I heard the familiar sound of his bed creaking and his soft groans. I pushed his door open without knocking.

He froze, his hand still wrapped around his cock. His eyes widened, but he didn’t cover up.

“You’re fucking huge,” I breathed, locking the door behind me.

His grip tightened around his dick, a bead of precum pooling at the tip. “How long have you been watching?”

“Long enough.” I stepped closer, my pulse racing. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He didn’t tell me to leave.

I climbed onto his bed, my fingers shaking as I reached out to touch him. His cock was hot and heavy in my hand, the skin smooth and tight as I slid my fingers up the shaft. He let out a deep groan, his hips jerking into my grip.

“Fuck, sis,” he growled, his hands tangling in my hair as I leaned down and licked the wetness off his tip.

The taste was salty and bitter, and I loved it. I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth as I sucked him slowly. His cock twitched against my tongue, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“God, your mouth,” he groaned, thrusting up into me.

I moaned around him, my own pussy soaking my panties as I worked his dick with my lips and tongue. I wanted him to fuck my face, wanted to feel him lose control.

And he did. His hips bucked, his cock pulsing as he came in hot spurts down my throat. I swallowed, licking him clean, loving the way he shuddered under me.

“You’ve been thinking about this, huh?” he rasped, pulling me up to kiss him.

I nodded, grinding against his thigh. “Every night.”

His hand slid between my legs, fingers slipping under my panties to find my soaked cunt. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, rubbing my clit in tight circles.

I whimpered, rocking against his fingers as he pushed two inside me. “I need you,” I begged, my voice shaking.

He flipped me onto my back, yanking my panties to the side. His cock, already hard again, pressed against my entrance. “You sure?”

I hooked my legs around his waist. “Fuck me, brother.”

He sheathed himself inside me in one brutal thrust, stretching me wide. I cried out, nails digging into his back as he filled me completely.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his hips slamming into me.

I arched against him, his cock hitting so deep I saw stars. The bed rocked with every thrust, his balls slapping against me as he fucked me harder, faster.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, my clit throbbing as his thumb rubbed it just right.

“Do it,” he growled. “Cum on my cock.”

The orgasm ripped through me, my body clamping around him as I screamed. He fucked me through it, his own release coming with a growl, his cum filling me up as he pumped deep.

When he finally pulled out, I was still trembling.

He smirked, wiping his cock on the sheets. “Guess I’ll have to leave my door open more often.”

I bit my lip, already craving more. “Guess you will.”