Crystal lounged on her couch with a glass of red wine, her older brother Dalton sprawled beside her after a long evening of catching up. The house was quiet except for their laughter, the air thick with the buzz of alcohol and easy sibling banter. "You know, for an older brother, you're surprisingly bad at keeping up," she teased, refilling his glass with a wicked grin. Dalton chuckled, his eyes lingering a bit too long on her flushed cheeks. "And you're still the same smartass who used to steal my hoodies. Speaking of which, how's the dating scene treating you these days?"
The conversation shifted as the wine flowed, turning from work to relationships and then straight into sex. Dalton leaned in, emboldened by the drinks. "Alright, little sis, time to spill. What's your naughtiest fantasy? No holding back." Crystal arched an eyebrow, her voice sharp and playful. "Oh, you sure you can handle it? Most guys run when I get real." He smirked, unfazed. "Try me. I bet it's something tame like a beach romp."
She set her glass down, meeting his gaze with bold confidence. "Fine. My naughtiest fantasy is fucking my own brother—raw, intense, and wrong in all the right ways. You, Dalton. Bent over me, cock hard and throbbing while I ride you senseless." Dalton froze, shocked but undeniably aroused, his pants tightening visibly. "Jesus, Crystal... that's..." "Incestuous? Yeah, and it gets me dripping wet just saying it," she fired back, standing tall and pulling him up by the collar. "Scared, or horny?"
Tension crackled as she pressed closer, her hands roaming with unapologetic strength. "Don't just stand there panting—show me that hard cock if you're man enough." Dalton groaned, his resistance melting into hunger. She dropped to her knees, freeing him and taking his cock into her mouth for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling while she looked up defiantly. "Tastes better than I imagined," she murmured between licks, her pussy already wet and aching.
They tumbled to the couch, Crystal in control as she stripped and straddled him, guiding his hard cock into her dripping pussy with a satisfied moan. "Fuck, that's it—fill me up," she commanded, grinding her ass against him while he thrust up, both sweating and panting in the heat. She rode him harder, her strong thighs clenching as waves of pleasure built, his hands gripping her hips but never dominating.
Dalton came first with a guttural cry, his cum pulsing deep inside her, but Crystal followed moments later, her body shuddering in climax as she clenched around him. They collapsed in a tangled, satisfied heap, hearts racing from the forbidden rush.
"Round two's going to involve that ass of yours next time," she whispered with a sly smile, hinting at the depths still to explore.
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