Chapter 2 02:

DAVE

Before I could react, she swiftly pulled the duvet away, her hand brushing lightly against my twelve inches fat cock.

Her eyes widened in admiration. "Wow," she murmured, almost to herself. "You're huge. I can't imagine this fitting into just anyone."

Yes, she has to be amazed, no girl ever saw my twelve inches fat cock and not be amazed. Most of the ladies I'd fucked passed out in the process and the few strong ones barely lifted their legs. I always made sure I hit their womb to give them their best experience.

Before I knew how heated the conversation was, she had already lowered her pants.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice betraying my shock.

She met my gaze boldly. "Proving a point," she said, her tone laced with teasing. "Take a look. My butthole is different. You can see how tiny it's," she said, dabbing a finger delicately around her butthole as if to prove her point.

The softness of her curves tested my restriction as I fought against the urge to squeeze my step-sister's ass. I swallowed hard my hands twitching with the thought of her fullness.

"Ever ducked a finger in it before?"

She nodded softly. "Never."

Unable to resist the urge, I moved my hand toward her, gently caressing her butt crack. My middle finger traced her butthole softly.

"What are you doing? I told you not to touch," she whispered, though her breath hitched as I continued.

"Trust me," I murmured, brushing away her concerns. "It's okay. I'll be gentle."

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, her voice shaky. "Are you sure? I'm really nervous."

I met her gaze, reassuring her with a quiet, "Mm-hmm."

Slowly, I pressed my finger inside her hole, the warmth of her body pulling me deeper.

Suddenly, a gasp escaped her lips, followed by a soft, blissful moan. "You're truly really in," she whispered, her body trembling lightly as the pleasure took hold.

As I continued to thrust my finger gently inside her, her moans grew louder, each breath becoming more intense. Her body responded to every motion, her hole tightening around my finger in a slow, rhythmic pulse that made the connection even more intimate.

With a soft smile, I brought my finger up to my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around and licking it clean. Watching her closely, I noticed how she bit her lower lip, a silent indication of her increasing pleasure. The taste was divine, a perfect mix of warmth and sweetness that felt entirely hers.

The way she looked at me, her eyes filled with vulnerability and ecstasy, made my heart race even more.

Evelyn was more than breathtaking-she was unforgettable.

My dear sister tastes heavenly.

I watched her with desire, with her moans growing louder as she moved with me, her soft, round butt bouncing rhythmically with my gentle thrust. Her body seemed to respond instinctively, pulling me deeper into her warmth as the connection between us intensified.

"How does it feel, Evie?" I murmured, my hands gripping her soft hips before sliding to squeeze her inviting butt.

Her voice was breathy, almost trembling. "Oh my God, it feels incredible. I never thought it'd be this good," she admitted, her words laced with surprise and surrender.

"See? I told you," I replied, pulling out before jerking in deeper, my movements gaining passion.

Her cries grew louder, her fingers clutching the sheets as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming sensation. She screamed my name, her body trembling under the pleasure, while I watched her, captivated by every one of her cries.

I am sure she can't take half of my fat twelve inches cock, if she ever tried, she'd land in the hospital for moaning this loud because of only the tip. And perhaps, this is her first time and for sure, I wanted my sister's first time to be a memorable one. But I will make sure she gets used to her brother's cock as time goes on.

I'd had my fair experiences of butthole sex, but this was unlike anything before. Our connection felt different, almost otherworldly. "You truly have a special hole, my dear sister," I whispered, my voice thick with admiration.

She didn't respond with words, only squirming beneath me, her body speaking volumes in its movements.

With a swift motion, I lifted her effortlessly, her body melting into my arms with her eyes locked with mine. The tension between us deepened as I reached behind her, freeing her full and catchy breasts from the prison of her bikini top.

My eyes widened as her boobs jumped out. Jeez, my favorite.

The part of her I had been craving for what felt like forever was here. The sight of her bare pointed boobs, and the perfect long nipples I'd dreamed of, sent a rush of heat through me. Her sexy nipples, the part of her that I couldn't wait one second longer attracted me in like a magnet.

Without hesitation, I leaned down, my lips brushing against her skin, worshipping the softness before capturing her nipple between my teeth. I bit down gently, just enough to tease, taking pleasure in the way her body shivered under my touch. My hand filled with the fullness of her breast.

Every touch was a fulfillment of the longing I had bottled up. The taste of her, the warmth, and the way her breath hitched, all consumed me, feeding a desire that only she could satisfy.

Cupping her face, I let my fingers roam around her soft and warm skin, marveling at the way she shivered under my touch. I'd been a fool for waiting this long to experience her fully.

"You're everything I've been missing," I murmured, my voice thick with regret and desire. "How did I not realize sooner?"

"Me too," she managed to speak.

As I held her close, the warmth of her body melting into mine, I leaned in and whispered softly, "I think this has to be my best moment. So tell me, what is this moment to you?" My voice carried a mixture of curiosity and confidence as if I already knew her answer but wanted to hear her say it.

She turned her face toward me, her lips slightly parted, her breathing shallow. "To be sincere, this is also my best," she murmured, her voice trembling with unspoken emotions. A weak undertone of a moan escaped her lips, making her vulnerability even more palpable. Her words weren't just a response; they were a confession, one that fueled my pride.

I smiled, the corner of my lips curving into something both playful and mischievous. "Don't you think," I said, my voice a low, teasing growl, "that you should appreciate me for giving you the best moment of your life?" I added with sarcasm "Dear sister."

Before she could respond, I deliberately thrust deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of us. Her body reacted instantly, arching my back into mine, and the sound that followed. Goddamn, a sharp, and breathless cry which was like music to my ears. Each sound she made was raw, uninhibited, and filled the room with the kind of intimacy words could never express.

I held her gaze, my movements endless yet intense, waiting for her to find the words, if she ever could. But in that moment, her gratitude wasn't needed in words; but her submissiveness was enough to speak than anything she could say.

I brought my cock to her soft, inviting lips, a teasing smile playing on mine. "Go on," I said, my voice low and commanding. "Have a taste of what you're starting to fall in love with."

Without hesitation, her hand wrapped around my cock with surprise masked on her face. I get she hasn't touched a dick as big as mine in her entire life. She stroked slowly, almost reverently, as if she were worshipping every inch of her big brother's cock. When her mouth finally enveloped me, the warmth and wetness were overwhelming. She choked slightly, pulling back for a breath, but her determination didn't falter. I jerked her head dipping my cock deeper in her sweet mouth.

"Taste good?" I asked, a moan escaping me as she nodded, her eyes locked on mine, glimmering with submission and desire.

Satisfied but craving more, I lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the couch nestled in the corner of my room. Gently, I lowered her chest onto the plush surface, positioning her to grip the armrest for support.

Kneeling behind her, I let my hands roam over her curves before gently spreading her leg. With my head in between her legs, I tilted upward, my lips and tongue savoring her pussy down to her butthole. Her moans filled the room, each one a melody that drove me deeper into the moment, with her voice echoing like music meant only for me.

I couldn't be grateful enough to our parents for the greatest gift of her existence in my life. They brought my baby sister into this world, and in doing so, gave me everything I could ever want or need in a woman. She wasn't just my sister; she was my reason, my purpose, my anchor, my most cherished part of life, and the embodiment of all the love and joy I could ever imagine.

She was brought into the world to serve my fantasies and she has become my world.

She is now claimed and marked as mine in the deepest and the most intimate way.