His baby sister was practically taunting him, walking around in her panties and an over-sized t-shirt that rose up just high enough to show off the firm curves of her ass. Lachlan had been having thoughts about fucking her for weeks now. Dreams every goddamn night. He blamed their damn genetics – such a fuckable girl. He’d tried to fuck other girls to get the fantasies out of his system, it just wasn’t the same. Nothing was quite as forbidden and fucked up. He needed this, and when she leant over the counter and her shirt rose up higher he reached to unzip his jeans, pushing them down with his briefs and revealing his long, thick, hard cock. He left his clothes around his waist just in case mother and father came home and he moved toward her, tugging her panties down and putting the weight of his arm on her back to hold her in place against the counter. Firmly he gripped the base of his cock and he dragged the thick head along her entrance before pushing it hard against her tight asshole. “You ever had that tight arse of yours fucked, sister?” He wondered, British accent thick and deep.
Emma had just came out of the shower and like usual she would walk around the house with an oversize t-shirt, it was nothing out of the ordinary. What was different was her older brother surrounding her like a vulture. She did all her chores, tidied up somethings now all that was left was to make something to eat. She figured she’d make something for two if her brother was just going to stand around her. Reaching over the marble counter she heard a zipper, but she decided not to pay attention to the sounds but onto what she was doing. Suddenly she felt a hand on her back as she was pushed onto the counter, her panties dropping to her ankles as she stood there, ass in the air. She felt something glide across her until finally stopping at her asshole. A loud moan escaped her, one mixed with pleasure and pain. “Lachlan, no this is wrong,” she managed to say.
