brother-sister incest, explicit sexual content, past parent-child incest, cheating
Igor works hard, Olga hates it... they decompress quite intimately together.
As the oldest siblings, it seemed natural that Olga would argue so vehemently against Igor’s decision of putting himself in danger.
As children of their father, it was natural that it ended with rough, angry sex.
It started when Igor, once again, came home bearing new scars. Olga now kept jars of ointment for them, and she started her usual complaints as she gently covered the newly-healed skin on his chest. He was moody enough to be grumpy about the fact she was two inches taller than him and used the difference to remind him he was her little brother.
As if a eleven months still made real difference.
He argued back, Igor was doing valuable work. The most valuable work in the kingdom. Screaming here, “I was dad’s favourite” there, and they were wrestling like teenage boys. Olga was deceptively lean, she kept up with Igor, the man built like a mountain. And he could tell she was being nice by letting him pin her down.
Or she just felt his boner, Olga was pliable like that.
Her husband probably loved it, unaware who else could take advantage of her tendency of getting extremely turned on by being roughed up.
“Sometimes I think you do it on purpose,” he pinned her wrists above her head, moved his hands down her arms and she kept them in place. She had blood on her lips, he kissed it.
“Don’t act like you weren’t expecting this.”
It was a low blow. It was the truth.
How undressed he was compared to her was unfair, would bother a lesser man. But this wasn’t soft, wasn’t lovemaking. He roamed his hands up beneath her simple dress, found soaked cotton.
“Turn.”
She did. Wasn’t she a good girl? Igor bundled up the dress, freed his own heavy, hard cock and pushed the underwear aside. Olga was as turned on as him. Her moan was almost a growl as Igor bottomed out with one long, hard trust.
He leaned over, placed a hand on each side of her head and started to fuck. The small room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin against skin, of cock sliding in and out of a soaked pussy. He bit into her neck, her shoulders. Leaving marks she’d have to hide from her weak of a husband.
Olga grabbed his wrists, her nails dug into his skin. It’d bruise, she always bruised him.
“Did you take your potions?” He remembered to ask. Olga only nodded. “Good. I’ll fill you then.”
Her cunt clenched hard in response. He was sure one day she’d ask him to breed her a child. And he would, happily. He loved her enough to do so. Igor told her so.
And growled dirty things, kept his hips pumping as the pain from his hard days of work were numbed by the simple act of fucking his sister on the floor of her home.
