Andrew Graves tossed and turned in his dorm bed at Saint Lazarus University, trying to ignore the glowing red numbers of the alarm clock on his nightstand. Leyley had promised she'd call around eleven, once their parents were asleep, but it was nearly midnight. The wait was driving him insane. He considered calling her himself, but he couldn't risk it. Their parents still had no idea about the secret phone he'd bought her, the one that let them talk and video chat freely without prying eyes.
Finally, with just fourteen minutes left before midnight, his phone buzzed against his chest. A video chat request lit up the screen: LEYLEY (secret phone), surrounded by pink hearts. He answered instantly, and his little sister's smiling face filled the frame. A junior in high school, she was still the cutest girl he'd ever seen and the object of his forbidden desires.
"I was wondering where you were," he said, trying (and failing) to hide the desperate hunger in his voice. "I thought you might've forgotten about me."
"Ugh, don't get me started," Leyley groaned, rolling her pretty pink eyes. "Renee and Douglas totally clam-jammed me. They stayed up late watching the news and only just went to bed. I waited until I heard Dad snoring before I called, so we should be in the clear."
"I see," Andrew replied, pausing for a moment before his lips curved into a smirk. "So… what is my Princess wearing tonight?"
"Straight to the point, huh?" She giggled, the sound like sugar in his veins. Tilting her phone downward, she showed off the oversized bright pink t-shirt she was using as pajamas. The word PRINCESS was written across her chest in elegant white cursive. Her smooth, bare legs stretched out beneath it, making it obvious she wasn't wearing anything else.
"Cute," Andrew said with a teasing smile, "but I think you're a little overdressed for tonight, don't you?"
"It's cold outside," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. "I wouldn't want to freeze to death. Besides, you're coming home for holiday break in two weeks. You'll see plenty of me then."
She was playing hard to get, just like she always did, loving to make him beg for it.
"True," Andrew replied, "but I didn't stay up late the night before my English final just to see your pretty face. And I can't wait two weeks. It's been months since we last did anything." His voice dropped lower, thick with need. "So don't be shy, Princess. You know what I like."
He reached down and adjusted the growing bulge straining against his flannel boxer shorts, the only thing he was wearing.
Leyley playfully tapped her finger against her lip, pretending to think it over, then gave an exaggerated shrug.
"I suppose… just this once, you silly horndog." She grinned. "Hold on a second…"
She stacked a couple of pillows to prop her phone up at the edge of the bed, angling the camera perfectly. Then, moving with deliberate slowness just to torment him, she peeled off the oversized pink t-shirt and tossed it aside. She was left in nothing but a pair of tight black boy shorts that hugged her skinny hips perfectly.
Andrew's breath caught in his throat. Leyley was short and deliciously pale, her slender body bathed in the soft glow of her bedside lamp. Her breasts had grown since the last time he'd seen her like this , looking fuller, rounder, and heavier than he remembered. They sat high and proud on her chest, topped with two perfect, rosy-pink nipples that had already stiffened in the cool air of the bedroom. His eyes drank in every inch of her: the gentle curve of her waist, the smooth flatness of her stomach, and the way her tight black boy shorts clung to her narrow hips.
"Fuck, Leyley…" he muttered, his voice rough with arousal as he palmed the throbbing bulge in his boxers. "You're even hotter than I remembered. And did your tits grow?"
"Mmmhmm," she hummed proudly, arching her back to push her full breasts toward the camera. "They officially went from an A to a B just last week, thanks to my new bras. More for you to play with, beloved."
"God, I can't wait to get my hands and lips on them," Andrew growled, his voice low and feral. "It's been way too long since I played with the girls. Touch them for me, Princess."
Leyley smirked and cupped her soft, pale breasts in her small hands, gently kneading the supple flesh. She gasped softly, trying to keep quiet so their parents wouldn't hear her from down the hall. Her fingers slid lower, palms gliding over her skin until she reached her stiff pink nipples. She pinched and rolled them between her fingers, a sharp little moan escaping her lips.
"Fuck, that's so hot…" Andrew groaned, his hand slipping inside his boxers to stroke his aching cock.
"My turn now," she said with a wicked smirk. "Let me see it."
"Your wish is my command, Princess."
He propped his phone against the nightstand, angling the camera to focus on his torso and lap. "You see it?"
"I see the bulge," Leyley whispered, her voice thick with anticipation.
"Good. Because he's been dying to see you again."
With the same deliberate slowness she had used earlier, Andrew hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his flannel boxers and tugged them down. His thick, girthy cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. A bead of precum glistened at the tip under the glow of his phone screen.
"Oh fuck," Leyley gasped, one hand sliding down into her black boy shorts. "I swear it's gotten bigger."
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," Andrew teased, slowly stroking his shaft.
"Or the cock grow harder," she shot back, leaning against her headboard.
Andrew's eyes darkened with lust. "Lose the panties."
This time Leyley didn't tease. She quickly lifted her hips, shimmed the tight black boy shorts down her slender legs, and kicked them off her ankles onto the floor. She was now completely naked, her smooth, pale body fully on display for him.
She spread her legs slowly, giving him a perfect view. Her pussy was pretty and pink, slim and delicate, completely hairless and glistening with wetness. The soft, smooth lips looked puffy with arousal, already shining under the light.
Andrew's hand paused mid-stroke, eyes widening. "Holy shit… you shaved?"
Leyley bit her lip, clearly pleased by his reaction. She ran two fingers down her slick, bare slit and spread it slightly for him. "Mhmm. I've been practicing. I wanted to be perfect for you." She smiled sweetly, her voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "When you come home for break, I'll be bone smooth… just how you like it."
"Fuck, Princess," Andrew groaned, his cock twitching hard in his hand. "You're killing me here. That pretty little pussy looks so fucking good bare."
They fell into their familiar rhythm. Andrew's fingers wrapped firmly around his thick cock, pumping slowly up and down his shaft. Leyley slipped a finger inside her tight, pink pussy, fingering herself in time with her brother.
"Love you… so much…" she gasped, one hand working between her spread thighs while the other squeezed and teased her breasts.
"Love you too, Princess," Andrew grunted, his eyes locked on the explicit little show she was putting on just for him.
They continued like that for several long moments, the room filled only with their soft, needy moans and the wet sounds of their pleasure. No words were necessary, just raw, shared desire.
Then Leyley's voice broke the silence, softer and more serious.
"Andrew… I've been thinking," she said, her breath shaky. "When you come home… I want to go all the way. I'm ready. I want you to take my virginity."
Andrew froze mid-stroke, his green eyes widening in shock.
"Ashley," he said, using her full name, the gravity of the moment heavy in his voice. "Are you sure? That's a big step. We've only ever done oral and touching before."
"I know," she moaned, sliding a second finger into her slick heat. "But I want it so badly. I love you, Andy. I don't want anyone else…only you. I want my first time to be with you… and only you. Please tell me you want this too."
He did. More than anything.
The idea had always felt like a distant dream, something he assumed they'd wait years for. But the desperate need in her voice, the ache in his chest, and the throbbing in his cock made the answer crystal clear.
"Yes," he breathed. "God, yes. You've got it, Leyley. As soon as we have the apartment to ourselves… it's me and you."
"Yes! Yes!" Leyley cried out, tossing her head back against the pillows. Her fingers moved faster, plunging deeper as pleasure overtook her. "I can't wait… fuck, I can't wait! Come with me, Andy, come with me!"
They both lost control at the same time.
Leyley fucked herself harder with two fingers, her slick pussy making wet, obscene sounds that carried through the phone. Andrew stroked his thick cock furiously, his fist flying up and down his glistening shaft. He was gritting his teeth, muscles tight, determined to hold back until he saw his little sister come first.
Leyley's body began to tremble. Her back arched sharply off the bed, pushing her budding breasts upward as her thighs shook. She slapped a hand over her mouth just in time, muffling the loud, desperate moan that tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking wildly against her fingers while her pussy clenched on camera.
The sight of his sister coming undone was too much.
"Fuck— Leyley!" Andrew growled through clenched teeth. His cock pulsed hard in his fist as he finally let go. Thick ropes of cum erupted over his fingers and across his stomach in powerful spurts, his whole body jerking with each wave of pleasure. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while his eyes stayed glued to Leyley's flushed, panting face.
Leyley let out a breathless little laugh as she sank deeper into her mattress. She grabbed the phone with her clean hand and tilted it down, holding it over her belly so Andrew had a perfect view of her flushed face and perky B-cups. Her cheeks were rosy, a light sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, and she was still panting gently between giggles.
"That… was amazing," she finally managed once she caught her breath.
Andrew grabbed his discarded boxers from the floor and casually wiped the cum from his fingers. Since he lived alone in a tiny dorm room, he could sleep naked without worrying about anyone barging in.
"Fucking incredible," he sighed happily. "I can't wait for the real thing."
"Me neither," Leyley said with a bright, satisfied smile. "I'd love to stay and chat, but you have a final tomorrow. I don't want Renee bitching at you if you bomb it. You should get some sleep."
"And here I thought it was the guy who was supposed to 'come and run'," Andrew chuckled.
Leyley rolled her eyes. "I need to wash my hands and put my pajamas back on. It's freezing in here because Douglas is too lazy to insulate the windows or whatever needs to be done to keep the draft out."
"I can tell," Andrew smirked. "You could probably cut glass with those nipples right now."
Leyley actually blushed, which Andrew found adorable.
"Then I guess you'll just have to keep me warm when you get here, huh?"
"I guess so," he replied softly. "Good night, Leyley. I love you, Princess. Womb to the tomb."
"Womb to the tomb," she echoed, her eyes sparkling with pure joy. She blew him a sweet kiss, and the screen went black.
Andrew lay in the darkness, his softening cock resting against his stomach as he processed what he had just agreed to. A thousand emotions swirled inside him, fear, excitement, lust, anxiety, but one thing was certain: he wanted this. He wanted her.
He plugged his phone into the charger and had just rolled over when it chirped with a new text. Curious, he opened the message from Leyley. It was a full-body mirror selfie of her naked backside, taken over her shoulder. Her ass was tiny and petite, just a cute little plum, as Andrew loved to tease her, much smaller than her growing breasts.
He was so focused on her perfect, tight little ass that he almost missed the caption:
'do i luv u? BUTT of course! 💕💋'
Andrew smirked and saved the photo to his password-protected folder with the rest of her nudes.
'Dork,' he texted back, then plugged the phone in again and rolled over.
No reply came this time. With a wistful, happy sigh, he closed his eyes and began counting down the days until he could hold her in his arms again.
TWO WEEKS LATER…
Andrew stepped out of the cab and exhaled into the biting winter air, his breath forming thick white clouds in front of him. His suitcase felt heavier than usual, weighed down by the pack of plain condoms he'd hidden in the zipper pocket with his toiletries. He'd agonized over whether Leyley would prefer "ribbed for her pleasure" or "Fire and Ice," but ultimately decided on simple, reliable protection - no gimmicks.
The frozen snow crunched beneath his boots as he trudged through the apartment complex parking lot. The moment he stepped into the lobby, welcome warmth washed over him. There was only one elevator, and the wait was usually long, but they lived on the fourth floor, so it wasn't too bad once he got inside.
He dragged his suitcase behind him, grumbling as one wheel kept catching. Before he could even knock, the apartment door flew open and Leyley lunged at him with a high-pitched squeal.
"Andy!" she cried, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
She was wearing a black tank top over a black-and-grey striped long-sleeve shirt, along with that silly bunny necklace he'd won for her at the street fair when she was fourteen, the one she still refused to take off. She buried her face in his chest, and the sweet, familiar scent of her cotton candy body spray filled his nose.
"I missed you!" she mumbled against him.
"I missed you too, Leyley," he replied softly, pulling her into a tight hug and resting his chin on top of her head.
"Anders!" Douglas called from his recliner, rising to greet him. "How was the flight?"
"Boring, but the in-flight catalog was entertaining. I'm thinking of getting you the world's largest crossword puzzle for Christmas," Andrew joked. He wanted to hug his father, but Leyley wasn't letting go, clinging to him like she'd never release him again.
"Ashley, please let go of your brother," Renee sighed. "He didn't fly all this way just so you could cling to him like a koala."
If only you knew… Andrew thought, fighting back a smirk. Reluctantly, Leyley loosened her grip, but the heated look in her beautiful pink eyes promised all the filthy things she had planned for him once they were finally alone. Andrew was grateful his jeans were relaxed-fit; otherwise, the growing bulge pressing against the fabric would have been impossible to hide.
"Come, sit down," Douglas said, patting Andrew hard on the back. "Your mother was just about to start dinner. Spaghetti, your favorite!"
Andrew sat on the couch beside Leyley while Renee moved around the kitchen. Douglas immediately launched into conversation, asking about school, college life, and whether he'd joined any fraternities. Andrew smiled and nodded along, doing his best to engage, but Leyley sitting so close made it nearly impossible. Her hand rested casually on his knee, and his heart was pounding.
"Hopefully your final wasn't too hard?" Douglas asked.
"A+," Andrew replied proudly. "It wasn't too bad."
"Andy likes it hard," Leyley chimed in sweetly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye as she squeezed his knee. "He likes to really work for it."
Andrew gulped.
"So she says," he laughed weakly.
The rest of Douglas's small talk faded into background noise. Andrew's attention was completely stolen by Leyley, her sweet cotton candy scent, the warmth of her body pressed against his side, and how much bigger her breasts looked in person. The video calls hadn't done them justice. If anything, they seemed even larger now.
"Dinner's ready!" Renee called from the kitchen.
"Bet you miss real food, huh?" Douglas chuckled. "All that fast food can't be good for you."
Renee and Douglas sat on one side of the table. Leyley and Andrew took opposite ends. Andrew eagerly scooped a large helping of spaghetti onto his plate, starving for his mother's cooking, when he felt something brush against his leg.
At first he thought it was a mouse, they often snuck into the warm apartment complex during colder months, but a quick glance under the table revealed the truth. Leyley had slipped off her black slipper and was slowly rubbing her bare foot up and down his calf, her face perfectly innocent as she asked Renee to pass the salad dressing.
Andrew nearly choked on his first bite of spaghetti.
Her foot was warm and soft, sliding teasingly along his leg with deliberate slowness. She traced small circles around his ankle before gliding higher, brushing against his inner thigh. Every nerve in his body lit up. He gripped his fork tighter, trying desperately to keep his expression neutral.
"You okay, Andy?" Leyley asked sweetly, tilting her head with fake concern. Her foot pressed higher, toes brushing dangerously close to the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Yeah… just, uh, really hungry," he muttered, forcing down another bite.
Douglas launched into another story about work, completely oblivious, while Renee nodded along. Leyley, however, was anything but innocent. Under the table, her foot grew bolder. She pressed her sole firmly against his hardening cock, rubbing slowly up and down the length of it through his jeans.
Andrew's breath hitched. He shifted in his seat, trying to relieve the pressure, but that only gave her better access. Her toes flexed and curled teasingly over the thick ridge of his erection, stroking him with practiced little movements.
Fuck, Leyley… he thought, his face growing hot. His cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his pants, leaking precum into his boxers.
Leyley took a calm sip of her ToxiCola, her pink eyes sparkling with mischief as she glanced sideways at him. A tiny, wicked smile played on her lips. She pressed harder, rubbing her foot in slow, deliberate strokes along his entire length, occasionally giving the sensitive head a little wiggle with her toes.
Andrew's hand trembled slightly as he reached for his glass. He was rock hard now, aching, and completely at her mercy. Every slow rub sent sparks of pleasure up his spine. He wanted nothing more than to drag her to her room, what used to be their shared bedroom, and fuck her senseless, but instead he was stuck here, trying not to moan at the family dinner table.
"Pass the garlic bread, sweetie?" Renee asked.
Andrew barely registered the request. Leyley's foot never stopped its sinful rhythm, stroking, teasing, pressing, owning him right there in front of their parents.
He was going to lose his mind before dinner was even over.
After dinner, Andrew was helping Renee load the dishwasher, when her phone rang.
"Who the hell is calling at this hour?" Renee grumbled, drying her hands on her skirt. "It's Connie," she added, seeing the caller ID. "Connie?" she answered, her tone shifting. "What's going on? Why are you calling so late?"
The conversation quickly turned serious. Connie's husband, Charles, had been shoveling snow in the driveway when he felt chest pains and was rushed to the hospital. Though Connie insisted she was okay, Renee wasn't about to take the situation lightly.
"I hate to cut this reunion short," Renee said after hanging up, already grabbing her jacket and purse, "but your Aunt Connie needs me right now. Will you two be okay here by yourselves tonight? I doubt we'll make it back. We'll probably stay the night at her place upstate."
"Yup!" Andrew answered quickly, maybe a little too quickly. "We'll be fine, I promise."
The moment the door clicked shut and the chain slid into place, Leyley jumped into his arms. She was so small and light that she easily wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs tightly around his waist. Andrew's hands instinctively slid under her ass, gripping her firm little cheeks as he held her up.
Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss. Tongues tangled hotly, tasting each other like they'd been starving for months. Leyley moaned into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair as she clung to him like she never wanted to let go.
Andrew carried her down the hallway without breaking the kiss, his hands squeezing and kneading her ass the entire way. He could feel the heat of her body through her clothes, her small frame pressed flush against him, her growing breasts squished against his chest. By the time he reached his old bedroom, his cock was rock hard and straining painfully against his jeans.
He kicked the door open and stumbled inside, falling with her onto his old bed. The mattress bounced beneath them as he landed on top of her. Leyley giggled breathlessly into the kiss before pulling him even closer, her legs still locked around his waist.
"Finally," she whispered against his lips. "I've been waiting for this for so fucking long, Andy…"
Andrew groaned, grinding his hard bulge against her core as he kissed her deeper, one hand sliding up under her shirt to feel the warm, soft skin of her waist.
Their clothes came off like they were on fire. Shirts and pants were flung across the room in reckless abandon, landing in messy heaps on the floor. The last piece to go was Leyley's black and white polka dot bra. As soon as it slipped off her shoulders, her perky B-cup breasts spilled free.
Andrew let out a deep, hungry groan from the back of his throat. He immediately latched onto one of her rosy pink nipples, sucking it hard with long, greedy pulls of his lips and tongue.
"Oh fuck, Andy!" Leyley moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure. She grabbed two fistfuls of his jet-black hair, gripping so tightly it felt like she was trying to rip it out by the roots. The sharp sting only spurred him on. He sucked harder, taking as much of her soft breast into his mouth as he could, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak while his hand kneaded the other one roughly.
"Andy," she gasped sharply, "I can't take this anymore. I need you inside me so fucking bad… Please. I've wanted this for so long."
Andrew released her nipple with a wet pop, her breast jiggling back into place. He was about to move lower when he froze.
"Fuck… I left the suitcase in the living room. The condoms-"
But as he tried to pull away, Leyley tightened her grip. Her arms locked around his neck and her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, refusing to let him go.
"Leyley… I have to get up," he said.
She shook her head, her face flushed a deep scarlet. "No condom," she whispered. "I don't want anything between us for my first time."
Andrew's heart slammed against his ribs. "Leyley, I love you, but it's too risky. I can't get you pregnant."
"You won't," she said softly. "Mom has me on the pill. I fed her some B.S. story about my periods being too painful, and she got me a prescription just to shut me up. I've… been planning this since the moment you left for college last semester."
The room seemed to spin. Not only was he about to take his little sister's virginity, he was going to do it raw. His brain screamed at him to stop, to break free, grab the condoms, and do the responsible thing. But his heart and his painfully hard cock were winning the battle.
"It's going to sting a bit," he warned, voice solemn.
Leyley bit her bottom lip and nodded. "I know. I read all about it online and in health class. If it hurts too much, I'll tell you… But unless I say stop… don't."
Andrew leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips. Their mouths moved together tenderly as her fingers played with his messy black hair. He lined up the thick head of his cock with her smooth, bare entrance, exactly as pink and hairless as she had promised during their video call.
He slid his tongue into her mouth to muffle her sounds as he slowly, painstakingly pushed forward, stretching her tight folds around his girth.
Andrew moved at a snail's pace, barely pushing the first inch of his thick cock into her. Leyley's body tensed beneath him, and she let out a sharp, muffled grunt against his mouth. Her nails dug into the back of his neck as her tight walls clenched hard around his invading shaft.
He paused, heart hammering, waiting to see if she would tell him to stop. When she didn't, only letting out another strained little grunt and pulling him closer with her legs, he kept going. Inch by slow, careful inch, he sank deeper into her impossibly tight heat.
Fuck… he thought, groaning into her mouth.
Leyley was leagues tighter, wetter, and hotter than Julia had ever been. His ex had felt good, but this was something else entirely. Leyley's virgin pussy gripped him like a silky, burning vice, hot and squeezing with every shallow thrust. She was soaking wet, her slick juices coating his cock and making the slow glide possible, but her walls still fought to keep him out.
"Mmmph—!" Leyley grunted sharply into his mouth as he pushed in another inch. Her eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed in pain, but her legs remained locked tightly around his waist, refusing to let him pull back.
Andrew broke the kiss just enough to whisper against her lips, voice strained. "You okay, Princess? Want me to stop?"
She shook her head frantically, panting. "N-no… Don't stop. Keep going… I can take it."
So he did.
With gritted teeth and iron self-control, Andrew continued sinking into her, savoring every tight, scorching inch. Her pussy stretched obscenely around his girth, the slick sounds of her wetness filling the room with every tiny movement. By the time he was halfway buried, Leyley was whimpering and trembling beneath him, her nails raking down his back.
But she never said stop.
And Andrew kept pushing deeper into the tightest, hottest heaven he had ever felt.
"Okay," he murmured softly against her ear, then began kissing up and down the delicate column of her neck. "On the count of three, I'm going to push all the way in. Ready?"
"Ready," Leyley whispered, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
"One… two… three—"
Andrew thrust forward hard. In one powerful stroke, he buried the rest of his thick cock deep inside her, his hips pressing flush against her pelvis.
"Fuck— fuck fuck fucking hell!" Leyley gasped sharply, her back arching violently off the bed. Her tight walls clenched around him like a vice as her virginity was finally claimed. Andrew held her close, savoring the intense, overwhelming heat of her pussy while she trembled beneath him.
"Fucking hell… fuck!" she whimpered.
"Shh, I've got you, Princess," he soothed, showering her neck and collarbone with soft, tender kisses. "I've got you."
Leyley's eyes were squeezed shut, a single tear slipping down her flushed cheek. But she never told him to stop. Andrew stayed completely still, buried to the hilt inside her, fighting every raw instinct to start pounding her into the mattress. He gave her time to adjust to his size, his cock throbbing hard in the scorching grip of her once-virgin pussy.
After a long moment, Leyley exhaled shakily.
"Okay… okay," she breathed. "I'm ready. Let's do it, beloved."
Andrew searched her face for any sign of hesitation, then nodded.
"Slow, Princess. I'll go as slow as you need."
He pulled back just an inch before gently sliding back into her tight heat. Leyley let out a shaky breath, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He kept his pace agonizingly slow, savoring every tight inch as her soaked pussy stretched around him.
Each careful thrust drew a soft whimper from her lips. At first they were tinged with discomfort, but with every gentle stroke, the pain slowly melted away. Her body began to relax, her legs loosening their death grip around his waist.
"That's it… fuck, you feel so good," Andrew groaned quietly, kissing her neck as he rocked into her. He gradually increased his pace in tiny increments; a little deeper, a little faster, always watching her reaction.
Leyley's breathing grew heavier. Her whimpers turned into soft, needy moans. "Andy… oh god… it's starting to feel really good…"
Encouraged, he picked up the rhythm a little more. The wet, slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy began to fill the room. Soon her hips started moving to meet his thrusts, shyly at first, then with growing eagerness.
Andrew groaned deeply as he felt her getting wetter, her walls pulsing around him. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss as he thrust harder. The pace steadily built, slow and loving gradually becoming deeper and more passionate.
The bedroom was soon filled with the sounds of their forbidden romance:
The wet slap of skin on skin.
Leyley's breathy, moaning cries.
Andrew's low, guttural groans.
The obscene squelching of her soaked pussy taking every inch of his cock.
"Fuck, Leyley… you're so tight," he panted against her lips, hips snapping forward with increasing force. "You feel incredible… so fucking perfect."
Leyley's nails raked down his back as pleasure overtook her. "Don't stop… harder, Andy… please…"
He gave her exactly what she begged for, thrusting deeper and faster while still holding back just enough to keep it from becoming too rough. The old bed creaked beneath them in rhythm with their movements as brother and sister lost themselves completely in each other.
Andrew's control finally began to slip.
He thrust harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder and more obscene with every snap of his hips. The slow, careful pace from earlier had completely vanished. He was losing himself in the snug, scorching heat of his little sister's pussy, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes.
Leyley's pained grunts had transformed into loud, shameless moans of pure pleasure.
"Ah—! Andy! Oh my god…" she cried out, her voice breaking beautifully.
Her slender legs squeezed around his waist as tightly as she could manage, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Her heels dug into the small of his back, urging him on as her body rocked beneath him.
Andrew leaned down and worshipped her B-cup breasts with unrestrained hunger. He sucked one stiff pink nipple hard into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before moving to the other, lavishing them with greedy kisses and gentle bites. He squeezed the soft flesh in his hands, burying his face between them as he pounded into her.
"Fuck, Leyley…" he groaned, voice rough and desperate. "You feel so fucking good. So tight… so wet for me."
The old bed creaked loudly beneath them, protesting their frantic rhythm. The room was filled with the filthy sounds of their coupling ; skin slapping against skin, Leyley's rising moans, and the wet squelch of Andrew's thick cock plunging repeatedly into her dripping pussy.
Leyley's head fell back against the pillow, her mouth open in ecstasy.
"Yes… harder, Andy! Please! Don't stop!"
Andrew growled against her breast and gave her exactly what she begged for, fucking her harder, deeper, completely lost in the feeling of his little sister wrapped so perfectly around him.
"I'm gonna cum…fuck, Leyley, I'm gonna cum…" Andrew grunted, his voice strained as the pressure built deep inside him.
This was the moment he had barely dared to fantasize about, buried bare inside his little sister, his lover, his everything.
"Yes! Yes, do it!" Leyley cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Cum inside me! Fill me up! Please, Andy…fill me up!"
Andrew's restraint completely shattered. He became more animal than man, hammering into her with raw, desperate strength. His hips slammed against hers in a brutal rhythm, skin slapping loudly against skin. Leyley lost the ability to form words, reduced to a mess of broken moans, wails, and cries as her petite body was overwhelmed by pleasure it had never experienced before and wasn't built to handle.
He fucked her like a man possessed, jackhammering deep and hard. With one final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Leyley's vision whited out as stars burst behind her eyes.
Andrew let out a deep, beastly growl and exploded inside her. Thick, powerful ropes of cum flooded her tight pussy, pulse after pulse, filling her completely. He kept grinding deep as he came, emptying every drop into his little sister's womb.
Leyley squealed so loudly her voice cracked, her entire body shuddering violently as her first real orgasm tore through her, through her mind, body, and soul. Her head tossed back against the pillow as she gasped one final time before collapsing into a boneless heap on his bed.
Andrew stayed on top of her, his full weight pressing her into the mattress. She didn't mind at all. It felt like a warm, protective blanket, making her feel safe, cherished, and utterly loved. She could feel everything: his hot breath on her neck, the sweat-slick skin of his chest against her breasts, and especially the warmth of his cum slowly leaking out of her, trickling down her ass and onto the sheets.
"Oh… my… god…" she panted, eyes still squeezed shut.
With a grunt, Andrew pushed himself up onto his elbows, bracketing her head with his arms. "Hey, hey… talk to me," he whispered, gently twirling a lock of her sweaty black hair around his finger. "Are you okay?"
"…I'm fine," she breathed, laughing weakly. She lifted her head just enough to kiss the tip of his nose. "I feel like… a jelly donut."
Andrew chuckled and kissed her softly on the lips before rolling off her with a groan. The moment his cock slipped free, a thick trickle of his cum dripped from her swollen pussy. With careful maneuvering, he pulled her into his arms, tucking her head against his chest. Leyley pressed her ear over his heart, listening to its rapid, heavy thumping.
"Was it… everything you hoped for?" she asked, slowly regaining the ability to speak.
"Better," he murmured, squeezing her tightly. "Though my back feels like it got run over by a lawnmower, thanks to those claws of yours."
Leyley giggled. "Sorry about that… I got a little carried away."
"Hey, no complaints," he said sweetly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Scratches are just sexy souvenirs. Something to remember you by every time I sit down and try not to scream in pain."
"You think you're sore?" she scoffed, propping herself up on one elbow. "You destroyed my poor pussy."
"Would you have wanted it any other way?"
"Fuck no," she replied instantly.
"Good. Then we're in agreement," Andrew said with a satisfied grin. "Want to get cleaned up? We could shower together."
"Soon," Leyley murmured, nestling back against his chest. She pressed as much of her skin against his as possible, leaving no space between them. "Right now I just want to cuddle."
"Works for me, Princess." He reached over, grabbed his old threadbare blanket, and pulled it over them. "Cuddles first, then shower."
"And pizza," she added. "No black olives."
"Of course. Perish the thought," he laughed. "I wouldn't dare offend my Princess with black olives."
"Good," she sighed contentedly, closing her eyes. "I love you, Andrew."
"I love you too, Ashley. Womb to the tomb?"
"Womb to the tomb," she whispered.
Outside, snow fell gently while cold winds howled through the night. Inside, a brother and sister lay wrapped in each other's arms , theirs a forbidden love defying society and its rules. At that moment, nothing else mattered. They might as well have been the only two people in the universe.
Andrew and his Princess.