My Slutty Sister - Part 2 - I fucked her hard

My sister Lilly and I continued our forbidden game in her bedroom. She lay naked on the bed, masturbating, while I touched myself. She challenged me to a duel: who could make the other cum first? Her hand was on my cock, my fingers in her cunt. And I won. For my prize, I took her and her horny hole.

Tags - Incest (Brother/Sister), Masturbating, Oral Sex, Vaginal sex, Creampie, Cum eating / cleaning, Orgasm Control

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The clock on the wall ticked with torturous slowness, every single click like a hammer blow in the silence that filled the house after midnight, only deepening my insomnia. It had rained outside; the night breathed through the half-open window, bringing with it the scent of damp grass and asphalt. The moon was full, and its pale, ghostly light drew long, warped shadows across the walls of my room.

It was half-past one in the morning. The house was submerged in a deep silence. All I could hear was the beat of my own heart and the distant, regular snoring of my father from his bedroom at the other end of the hall. But I couldn't sleep.

I was lying on my back, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. The film replayed in my head, over and over. Her lips. The warmth of her mouth. Her hand on my balls. The sight of my cock bulging in her throat. And her words. Those words she whispered in my ear while our father was just a few feet away, seeing it all. "Just in case you can't sleep tonight... I have a very effective 'medicine' for a good night's sleep in my room."

At the memory, I got hard again. My cock was pulsing under the thin blanket, aching and full of desire. I knew it wasn't just an offer. It was a challenge. A command. And I knew I wouldn't be sleeping. Not tonight. Not after all that. The thought of staying in this bed, alone with my thoughts and my hard cock, while she might be awake and waiting for me in the room right next door, was unbearable.

My heart was pounding in my throat, but the decision had already been made. Slowly, quietly, so as not to make the slightest sound, I pushed back the covers. I got to my feet. My bedroom door creaked quietly. For a moment I froze, listening for any sound from my father's room. Nothing. Just silence and his snoring. And so I stepped into the dark hallway, towards her door. Towards my remedy.

The hallway was like a tunnel to another world, dark and quiet. The moonlight, pouring through the window at its end and illuminating her bedroom door, now made it look like a gate to heaven. Every creak of the old wooden floor under my bare feet sounded like a gunshot. My heart was beating so hard I felt it must be audible throughout the entire house.

I stopped in front of her door. For a moment I hesitated, breathing shallowly and quickly. Then I raised my hand and with my fingertips, I knocked gently, almost silently.

Her voice came from inside immediately. It wasn't sleepy. It was clear, awake, and full of amusement. "Come in, big brother. I left it unlocked."

That voice was like the permission I had been waiting for my whole life. I gripped the cool metal handle and slowly opened the door.

Her room was bathed in the same silver moonlight as the hallway. It looked different than during the day. Clothes were strewn everywhere, books were piled on the desk, and in the air hung the sweet, heavy scent of her perfume and something else... something musky and animalistic. And then I saw her.