You stand up, surprising your sister, and then sweep all her food off the table onto the floor with a crash of plates.

Candi's eyes go wide with shock. "Wha–"

You grab her by the shoulders and throw her onto her back on the table so you're pinning her down staring into wide, terrified eyes. "If I just wanted to get my dick wet," you growl, "then I would have made you do it."

Your sister's fear only lasts for a moment before it's washed away with animal lust, the self-satisfied smirk of a girl who's about to get exactly what she wants. There's a hint of nervous excitement though as she glances up towards the front door. Her fear of Mom seeing you two like this seems to be gradually wearing away like sand in the tide. "Is that supposed to be a threat?" she asks, shivering as you loop your fingers around her slender throat.

You start to gently apply pressure. "If you're not scared," you whisper as you start to choke your sister. "You should be."

Her hands go to your wrist automatically, her survival instincts demanding that she struggle, even if she doesn't really want to. Black nails press against the tensed flesh of your forearm as you squeeze harder.

She lets out a satisfying gasp, eyes going wide as she feels her air supply restricting. You think of Sally. Oh, you'd almost forgotten her. This reminds you how good it felt to kill her. Of course, you can't murder your sister right now. That wouldn't really be appropriate. But you can choke her. Just a bit.

Your second hand joins your first, applying still more pressure. Candi isn't breathing at all now, but she's trying. You keep her back pressed to the table top. Her nails score angry red lines down your arms as she tries to fight. She kicks her legs involuntarily. She's trying to speak. The lust in her eyes is flecked with primal panic as you strangle her. You like it. You're rock hard, straining against your jeans as you choke out your sister. Leaning in, you press yourself between Candi's legs, the crotch of her pajama pants grinding against your bulge as she struggles.

Candi chokes out a syllable. "K- K-" She's trying to pull your hands away but of course she's not strong enough. Her legs kick harder at the air, rattling the table. Her face is starting to change shade, reddening. You decide that's enough, so you release her. She sucks in a breath and tries to pull away. "Kyle, that was–!" She squeaks in surprise and maybe fear as you rip her shirt over her head. Her smallish breasts bounce free before you yank her pajama pants and panties down next, leaving them around her ankles. Her bare pussy glistens with excitement. You press her roughly back onto the table, this time shifting her to her side so you have unfettered access to her mouth.

Seeing what you have in mind, Candi cooperates instantly, fumbling with your fly before freeing your cock. She barely has time to get a hand around it before you're pressing insistently against her lips, smearing them with pre. You don't even have to command her, she opens her mouth automatically and takes you in.

Pleasure buzzes through you like an electric current as your sister sucks your dick. You keep one hand resting possessively on her throat, like a threat, as she bobs her head awkwardly, lying on her side and doing her very best to please you. She's so focused on her task that she can't even look up at you, just sucking and bobbing. It's… well to be honest, it's only so-so. You've had better. No way she'll get you off like this.

She's going to have to try harder.

You turn her again, eliciting a muffle noise of surprise as her head hangs off the table now, her naked body laid out before you. Then you push into her mouth, past her point of comfort. Inch after inch passes over her lips and your engorged head prods the back of her throat.

Candi chokes, hands going instantly to your hips to try to stop you or at least temper you.

Fuck that. Fuck her. So you do, pinning her wrists at her side and humping her face, swabbing her throat with your cock.

She hates it. That's clear by the way her whole body instantly tenses and convulses, hips rising from the table, hands pushing frantically back against you. She sputters and gags. Her saliva, wet and warm, runs down your shaft to drip off your balls.

She really hates it, or at least can't tolerate it. But you like it, so you continue deep throating her. Her soft tits jiggle as you fuck her throat. The Ouroboros marked on her breastbone seems weirdly poetic as you force yourself into your sister's mouth. The tattoo is smooth, pristine, without any visible scarring, the black dully reflecting the kitchen light.

You let your attention wander further down her lithe body, catching glimpses of Candi's bare pussy as her legs kick and writhe. Encouraged, you pull back slightly and then plunge back in deep with a grunt, forcing your length down her throat, feeling her choking and constricting around you, struggling not to puke.

It's really good. Seeing her like this, helpless, struggling, on the verge… it really does something for you. You could cum straight down her throat like this, holding her in place choking her until you're spent, but you don't want to do that. You want your sister to taste your cum. Candi seems to want that too. When you pull back enough for her to stop gagging she reaches up to grip your saliva-slick shaft, stroking for all she's worth. She wants it.

Or maybe she just doesn't want you to fuck her throat again.

You stop your violent thrusting and stand there, groaning as she sucks you, shifting onto her side so she can bob her head again, pushing you closer and closer to climax. When she looks up at you, her face is a tear-streaked mess, coated with saliva, her eyes watering. It's too much. Your sister's tongue cradles and caresses your swollen head as you slip over the edge with a groan. Your cock pulses as you release in her mouth, coating her tongue in creamy sperm that Candi quickly swallows down.

Finally when you're drained, left shivering and panting, Candi opens her mouth wide, swirling her tongue around your head as she looks up at you. She seems pretty proud of herself.

You're proud too.

She's breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. "Mmmm," She says, her voice a little husky from the throatfucking she just endured. "I have the best brother ever." Wow, she sounds sincere.

You say nothing.

"I love eating your cum." She coughs, rubs her throat before turning and spiting on the floor. Very ladylike. She makes up for it by licking your cock from base to tip. Candi then pulls you closer with a gentle tug on your dick, rolling onto her back again so her head is between your legs, your cock over her face. "Fuck," she says. "I thought I was going to die." Coming from her you don't know if that's a complaint or a compliment.

You don't dwell on it and neither does she, leaning in to suck gently on your balls while continuing to stroke you with both hands, making you shudder as you drip onto her neck.

Candi tongues your sack softly, carefully taking one of your balls into her mouth, sucking and humming happily. "I've never had a guy do that before," she says, pausing to kiss your shaft. She idly rubs her thighs together, unfulfilled.

You say nothing, letting her rub your still-hard cock. You don't like the implication that guys have done other things with her.

"Kyle?"

"What?" You look down at her as she makes gives you puppy dog eyes.

"Can you fuck my ass?"

Of course you can. Anything for your sister.

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Pub: 18 May 2025 02:19 UTC

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