Sister is a slut pt 2

The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event

Jane lay in bed, her cunt still tingling from her baby brothers cock, when her bedroom door groaned open, a familiar silhouette filled the doorway. Their older brother, Mark, leaned against the frame, his thick cock already hard in his fist. "Heard you two going at it again," he muttered, stroking himself lazily. "Thought you might need something bigger."

Jane spread her legs without hesitation, still glistening with Billy’s cum as Mark climbed onto the bed. She moaned when his thick fingers slid inside, spreading her stretched pussy wider—Billy’s release seeped out onto the sheets as Mark smirked. "Fuck, you’re dripping," he taunted, twisting his fingers deeper. "That little dick really fills you up, huh?"

Mark withdrew his fingers slick with their brother’s spend, licking them clean with deliberate slowness before gripping her hips. He didn’t bother wiping her thighs, just lined himself up and shoved in with one brutal thrust, forcing Billy’s cum deeper inside her as Jane gasped. The wet squelch was obscene—Mark groaned at the sensation, his cock pulsing inside her well-used cunt. "Fuck, you’re still slick from him," he growled, grinding his pelvis against her swollen clit. "Mmmmmm sloppy seconds, just how I like it."

Jane arched against him, her inner walls fluttering around his thicker girth as their brother’s cum mixed with her fresh arousal. Mark’s fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as he began a ruthless pace, each thrust driving Billy’s seed deeper inside her. He laughed when she clenched around him, her body betraying her hunger. "Greedy little slut," he muttered, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Can’t even wait for his load to drip out before taking mine."

Her thighs trembled as Mark’s cock dragged along her oversensitive walls, Billy’s cum slicking every inch of his brutal strokes. The wet squelch filled the room, louder now with each snap of his hips—an obscene soundtrack to their shared depravity. Jane bit her lip to stifle a moan when he suddenly pulled out completely, leaving her gaping and empty before slamming back in with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs.

Mark grinned down at her, his fingers digging into the plush of her hips as he watched their brother’s cum drip from her stretched entrance only to be shoved back inside with his next thrust. “Tastes better this way,” he grunted, swiping two fingers through the mess before shoving them between her lips. Jane sucked greedily, her tongue lapping at the bitter-salty mix of their fluids as Mark fucked into her harder, each snap of his hips smearing Billy’s release deeper.

The bedframe slammed against the wall with every brutal stroke, the rhythm punctuated by the wet squelch of Mark’s cock plunging through the sloppy mess Billy had left behind. Jane’s cunt clenched around him, her body betraying how much she loved being used like a filthy cum rag. Mark groaned, dragging his slick length halfway out just to watch his little brother’s seed ooze from her stretched hole before ramming back in, mixing their fluids with every thrust.

He reached between them, gathering the thick spill of Billy’s cum that leaked from her pussy with each retreat, smearing it over his swollen cockhead for extra slickness. The cold contrast of air on her gaping entrance lasted only a second before he shoved back inside, her cunt sucking him in with a wet pop. “Fuck, that’s it—take it deeper, you little slut” Mark growled, using both hands to spread her cheeks wider as he pistoned into the sloppy, cum-filled heat.

Jane clawed at the sheets, her toes curling as Mark’s thick length stretched her beyond what Billy could manage, the residual sensitivity from her earlier orgasms amplifying every brutal stroke. She arched with a choked cry when his thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles that sent sparks up her spine—Billy’s cum squelching obscenely between them with every thrust. Mark laughed darkly at the sound, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside her that made her thighs shake uncontrollably.

Their sweat-slick bodies slapped together, the headboard pounding against the wall in time with Mark’s relentless pace. Jane’s breath came in sharp gasps as he pinned her wrists above her head, his cock pistoning into her sloppy cunt with a wet, rhythmic smack that drowned out her whimpers. “That’s it—take your big brother’s cock,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear as he fucked Billy’s cum deeper into her womb.

She arched beneath him, her swollen clit rubbing against his pelvis with every thrust, the overstimulation bordering on pain. Mark’s fingers tightened around her wrists as he suddenly stilled, buried to the hilt, and chuckled darkly at the way her cunt pulsed around him—desperate and greedy. "You wanna come again, don’t you?" he taunted, grinding against her in slow circles that made her whimper. "Bet you’d scream for it if Mom wasn’t down the hall."

Jane’s thighs trembled as he withdrew almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside before slamming back in hard enough to make the bedframe groan. The wet squelch of their brother’s cum mixing with fresh arousal filled the room, louder now as Mark pistoned into her with punishing strokes. His free hand snaked between them, his fingers pinching her clit ruthlessly—just the way she liked it when she was this far gone.

Her vision blurred as another orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clamping down around his cock in erratic spasms that milked him deeper. Mark cursed through gritted teeth, his hips stuttering as he rode out her climax before resuming his brutal pace. “Still tight after all that,” he panted, his voice rough with strain as he fucked her through the aftershocks.

Billy’s cum leaked around their joining with every thrust, dripping onto the sheets in thick, glistening streaks as Mark drove into her harder. Jane gasped when he suddenly flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up and forcing her face into her pillow. The angle drove him deeper—she could feel the swollen head of his cock pressing against her cervix as he pounded into her with renewed fury.

Mark grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand smacked her ass hard enough to leave a stinging welt. “Take it, you incestuous little whore,” he growled, his thrusts turning uneven as his own climax built. Jane muffled a scream into the pillow when his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing rough circles that sent her spiraling into another shuddering orgasm just as his cock twitched inside her.

Hot cum flooded her already-flooded cunt, Mark’s release mixing with Billy’s as he ground deep, his hips jerking erratically. Jane’s thighs quivered when he pulled out suddenly, watching thick strands of their combined jizz drip onto the rumpled sheets. Mark smeared a finger through the mess, painting her lower back with it before slapping her ass again—the sharp sting making her flinch as fresh warm cum trickled down her thighs.

He rolled off her with a satisfied grunt, leaving her gasping and spread-eagled on the damp sheets. Jane’s cunt ached from the brutal fucking, her inner muscles still twitching involuntarily as another slow ooze of semen leaked onto the mattress. Mark wiped himself carelessly with her discarded panties before tossing them onto her heaving stomach—the lace sticky with their mingled fluids. “Clean yourself up,” he muttered, already halfway to the door like he’d just taken out the trash.

Jane lay motionless except for the tremors in her thighs, the cooling mess between her legs making her shiver. Down the hall, the shower ran yet again—Billy scrubbing away any trace of his sister’s scent while Mark’s musk still clung to her skin. She dragged a limp hand through the puddle on her stomach, fingers coming away glistening with two brothers’ worth of incestuous seed. The bitter taste flooded her mouth when she sucked them clean, her tongue swirling lazily around each digit.

The bedroom door creaked halfway open, but this time the silhouette was smaller—Billy’s tousled hair and wide eyes peering through the gap. His gaze flickered from Jane’s wrecked cunt to the soaked sheets and back again, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The bulge in his thin pajama pants twitched visibly as he inhaled the thick scent of sex and shame hanging in the air. “Did…did he hurt you?” he whispered, stepping closer despite himself.

Jane exhaled a shaky laugh, her fingers still glistening as she rhubbed slow circles over her swollen clit. “You gonna make it better?” she taunted, spreading her thighs wider to let a fresh trickle of cum seep onto the sheets. Billy’s breath hitched—his hands trembled as he shoved his pants down, his cock already leaking precome onto the carpet.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed without a word, his tongue darting out to lick a hesitant stripe up her inner thigh, catching the mix of his and his brothers jizz. Jane moaned when his lips finally found her ruined pussy, his tongue lapping at the pulsing entrance with desperate, worshipful strokes. Billy shuddered as the taste flooded his mouth—bitter and salty and unmistakably laced with Mark’s release—but he didn’t pull away, just dug his fingers into her hips and sucked harder.

Jane arched off the mattress with a gasp when his tongue found her swollen clit, the overstimulation teetering between pleasure and pain as he worked her with frantic, messy licks. Billy’s nose bumped against her stretched entrance with every pass, smearing more of their combined cum across his flushed cheeks—he looked up at her through damp eyelashes, his lips glossy with their filth. A broken whimper escaped him when she tangled her fingers in his hair, grinding her pussy harder against his face, forcing him to swallow the thick dribble of Mark’s leftovers.

Jane tightened her grip in his hair, dragging him closer until his nose brushed her clit with every panting breath. “Lick it clean,” she ordered, her thighs quivering around his head. Billy whimpered but obeyed, his tongue lapping up the thick strands of cum leaking from her stretched hole—each stroke coaxing out more of their brothers’ mixed release. She arched with a sharp gasp when his tongue finally dipped inside, the wet friction sending sparks up her spine.

She guided his head lower, forcing his mouth over her clit while two of his fingers slid easily into her ruined cunt—the squelch loud in the quiet room. “Fuck me with them,” she breathed, rolling her hips to meet his clumsy thrusts. Billy’s lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard as his fingers curled inside her, scraping against oversensitive walls still pulsing from Mark’s brutal fucking.

Precome dripped from Billy’s cock onto the carpet as he worked his fingers deeper, the mix of their brothers’ cum slicking his thrusts. Jane’s thighs clenched around his head when he crooked his fingers just right, her sharp gasp muffled by the pillow she’d grabbed. “Harder,” she demanded, grinding against his face until his nose pressed into her pubic bone—Billy’s muffled groan vibrated through her swollen flesh.

She guided his free hand to her nipple, pinching it hard through her sweat-damp shirt until he got the message, his thumb rolling the stiff peak in rough circles. He whimpered when she yanked his hair, forcing his tongue to lap faster at her throbbing clit—the wet smacks of his lips mixing with the filthy squelch of his fingers plunging into her ruined cunt. Jane’s back arched off the mattress, her muscles locking as pleasure coiled tight in her gut.

"Yes, lick me, Billy,"," Jane murmured, tugging his hair tighter as she ground her cunt against his face. His fingers pistoned faster inside her—each thrust slurping wetly, slick with Mark’s lingering spunk. Her hips jerked when she guided his wrist to curl his fingers just so, pressing hard against that spot deep inside her that made her toes dig into the sheets. Billy moaned against her, the vibration sending sparks up her spine as his tongue worked in desperate circles.

The scent of sex thickened in the room—musk and sweat and the tang of their brothers’ cum smeared across Billy’s lips. Jane’s breath hitched when he sucked her clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks just the way she liked it. His free hand squeezed her breast roughly, fingers pinching her nipple until she gasped—Billy’s cock twitched against the carpet at the sound, leaking a fresh string of precome onto the floor.

She tightened her grip in his hair, riding his face with abandon as his fingers curled deeper inside her, scraping against the swollen walls Mark had stretched. The wet slap of skin echoed off the walls as Jane fucked herself on Billy’s hand, her swollen folds glistening under the dim lamplight. His tongue flicked faster, chasing the taste of their brothers’ seed still oozing from her—his muffled whimpers vibrated against her clit, pushing her closer.

Billy’s fingers crooked sharply, pressing against that sweet spot that made her thighs lock around his head like a vise. Jane gasped, her back arching as pleasure ripped through her—her cunt pulsed around his fingers, milking them greedily while her juices dripped down his wrist. He didn’t pull away, just lapped at her hungrily, swallowing every drop her pussy offered as she shuddered through the aftershocks.

His cock twitched against the floor, untouched and aching, but he kept his mouth sealed tight to her clit, licking in slow, worshipful strokes now that she’d gone limp. Jane’s fingers loosened in his hair, her breaths ragged as she watched him through half-lidded eyes—Billy’s lips and chin glistened with her juices, his nose smeared with remnants of Mark’s cum. She smirked when his hips jerked involuntarily, his leaking cock painting the carpet with another sticky streak of precome.

“Good boy,” she murmured, petting his sweat-damp hair as he nuzzled into her thigh with a whimper. His tongue flicked lazily over her oversensitive clit, drawing out a shiver before he dipped lower to catch the slow drip of their brothers’ mixed release still seeping from her stretched hole. Billy moaned at the taste, his lashes fluttering—the vibrations against her tender flesh made Jane’s toes curl.

She guided his face back with a fistful of hair, watching his lips glisten with pussy juice and cum. “You’ve cleaned every drop,” Jane taunted, rubbing her slick thumb over his swollen bottom lip. His tongue darted out instinctively, licking her finger clean with a desperate little noise that sent heat pooling low in her belly again. The sight of him—cheeks flushed, chin wet, eyes glassy—made her clit throb.

Billy’s hands trembled where they gripped her thighs, his cock twitching against the carpet. He opened his mouth—probably to beg—but Jane pressed a finger to his lips. “Shhh,” she murmured, glancing pointedly at the door. “You’d better get back to your room before someone sees us.”

The words landed like a slap—Billy flinched, his dick jerking pathetically as if even his body knew the punishment for getting caught would be worse than any denial. He scrambled to his feet, pajama pants barely pulled up before his trembling fingers fumbled with the door handle. Jane watched, amused, as he hesitated—his gaze darting between the hallway and her still-spread legs.

"Go," she whispered, Billy hesitated, his swollen cock straining against the damp fabric of his pajamas, his pupils blown wide with the same hunger that had driven him into her bed earlier. The hallway light slashed across his face as the door creaked wider, illuminating the slick smear of their brothers' cum still clinging to his chin. Jane watched his throat bob—caught between obedience and the desperate need to bury himself inside her again.

Billy's fingers dug into the doorframe, his knuckles whitening as he fought the impulse to crawl back between her thighs. He stumbled backward, his young hard cock twitching visibly as he yanked his pants up, the wet spot at the front darkening with fresh precome.

His bare feet slapped against the hallway floorboards until he slipped into his own room and closed the door shut with his shoulder. Billy collapsed against the wood, his fingers already fumbling with his waistband before he’d finished turning the lock. His cock sprang free, angrily red and dripping onto his stomach as he wrapped a fist around it, hips jerking into his own grip. The scent of Jane’s cunt—laced with Mark’s musk—still clung to his finger and he deeply inhaled the aroma of his sisters and brothers sexual fluids hungrily as he pumped, imagining her thighs trapping his head again.

The bedsprings squeaked under his frantic motions, his precome smearing in shiny streaks across his abdomen. Billy let out a whimper, as he pictured Jane’s puffy lips glistening with their brothers’ residue. His thumb swiped over the leaking slit of his cock, spreading the slickness down his shaft in time with the filthy squelch of his hand working his prick. The sound was obscenely familiar—an echo of Mark’s thrusts plunging into their sister’s well-used cunt—and the thought made his balls tighten.

His hips jerking off the mattress as he imagined Jane’s fingers tangled in his hair again. The ghost of her thighs clamping around his head had him pumping faster. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple—he could still smell them on his skin, the musk of Mark’s dominance layered under Jane’s arousal, and his grip tightened involuntarily.

The friction burned, but Billy welcomed it, twisting his palm over the slick head on every upstroke. He bit his lip raw to keep quiet, though the fantasy of Jane’s mocking praise ringing in his ears nearly tore a groan from his throat. His balls drew up tight, the ache coiling low and sharp—he was close, so close, his toes curling into the sheets.

Precome dripped onto his belly in thick, glistening strands as he sped his strokes, the wet sounds of his fist working his cock loud in the silent room. He glanced down at the mess, imagining it was Jane’s cunt leaking their brothers’ cum instead, and his hips jerked off the mattress with a silent gasp. The scent of her—musky and sweet with Mark’s claim still clinging to her thighs—flooded his nose again, and he whimpered.

Billy shoved his fingers under his nose, inhaling deeply—the lingering tang of Jane’s juices and Mark’s spunk burned into his brain. His stomach tightening at the bitter-salty odor of their combined filth. The aroma sent sparks through him, his cock pulsing in his grip as he pictured Jane’s smirk while she forced him to clean her up.

His strokes turned frantic, his wrist twisting roughly with each upward jerk. Precome dripped down his shaft, slicking his fingers as he imagined Jane’s thighs clamping around him again. The wet sounds of his own hand echoed in his ears—a filthy mimicry of Mark’s thrusts pounding into their sister’s sloppy cunt.

Billy inhaled sharply, pressing his cum-smeared fingers under his nose—Jane’s musky tang mixed with the bitter sting of his brother’s release. The scent burned through him, his cock twitching violently in his grasp, his balls tightening with each desperate stroke. Precome dribbled down his shaft, slicking his frantic pace as he imagined Jane’s thighs squeezing his head again, her cunt dripping their brothers’ filth onto his tongue.

His hips bucked off the bed, the wet slap of his fist echoing in the silent room. Billy whimpered, his thumb swiped over his leaking slit, spreading the slickness down his length, the heat coiling tighter as he remembered the way Jane's thighs trembled around his head. His other hand clutched the sheets, knuckles white, imagining it was her hair fisted in his grip instead. The scent of her—ripe with Mark’s seed—clung to his fingers, flooding his senses until his cock throbbed angrily in his palm.

Precome dribbled down his shaft in thick, glistening strands, each stroke punctuated by the wet squelch of his grip sliding over swollen skin. His toes curled, thighs quivering as he chased the rush—the memory of her bitter juices mixed with Mark’s cum nearly choking him with how badly he wanted to drown in it. Billy’s breath hitched, his balls drawing up tight—so close, so fucking close—his hips jerking erratically now, the bedsprings squeaking under his desperation.

He imagined Jane’s puffy lips spread wide, still glistening with their brothers’ leftovers. The scent on his fingers—musky and sharp with Mark’s claim—flooded his nose again, his cock twitching violently in response. A broken whimper escaped his throat as his strokes turned frantic, wrist twisting roughly with each upward jerk, the friction bordering on pain now but he couldn’t stop—wouldn’t stop—not until—

His hips bucked off the mattress, toes curling as the first hot spurt painted his stomach. Billy groaned as his cock pulsed in his fist, thick ropes of cum striping his abdomen in erratic bursts. His abs tightened with each convulsion, muscles locking as he milked himself through it, the ache sharp and pleasant.

Billy collapsed back onto the sheets, his chest heaving as his softening dick twitched against his thigh. His fingers—still sticky with Jane’s taste—trailed through the mess on his stomach, scooping up a glob of white onto his fingertips. His tongue darted out instinctively, licking the bitter-salt of his own release clean as his nostrils flared with the lingering musk of their siblings' coupling.

His eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion from two back-to-back orgasms settling into his bones like lead. The scent clinging to his skin—Jane’s arousal, Mark’s dominance—should have kept him wired, but instead it wrapped around him like a filthy blanket, lulling him into a haze. His fingers twitched against the damp sheets, too weak to lift again.

The last thought flickering through Billy’s mind before sleep took him was the image of Jane’s thighs spread wide, her glistening folds still stretched from their older brother’s cock—how easily his fingers had slipped inside her, wet with Mark’s seed. His half-hard dick twitched against his thigh as he drifted off, the scent of their incestuous coupling still clinging to his fingers where they rested near his slack mouth. Dreams came fast—muted flashes of Jane’s hand guiding his head between her legs, the taste of their brothers’ cum flooding his tongue again—and his hips jerked involuntarily against the damp sheets.

Down the hall, Jane traced idle circles around her swollen clit, her thighs pressing together as another slow trickle of semen seeped onto the mattress. The faint creak of bedsprings from Billy’s room barely registered—just another pulse in the rhythm of their fucked-out exhaustion. Her fingers slowed, sticky with drying fluids, as she glanced at the locked door and wondered how long it would take for him to creep back in, hungry and desperate. The thought alone made her clit throb weakly, but her body was too wrung-out to chase another climax.

Billy’s eyelids fluttered heavily, his cum-smeared stomach rising and falling with each sluggish breath. The scent of sex clung to him—Jane’s musk, Mark’s dominance—a heady cocktail that should’ve kept him wired, but the weight of exhaustion pressed down like a lead blanket. His fingers twitched near his slack mouth, still faintly sticky with the tang of their siblings’ mixed fluids, as sleep dragged him under.