You stay on your knees, staring at your sister as she sits on the edge of the altar looking away, her pale eyes fixed on the Pines. You crawl a little closer and lean in to kiss her thigh again. The next kiss is on her hip, the one after that just beneath her navel. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps.

"If you ever do that to me again," you say. "It will be the last time." You undo the button of her shorts and draw down her fly, exposing thin, cotton panties.

She shivers, eyes locked on yours, biting her lip in anticipation. "If you follow my rules," she whispers back, "I'll follow yours." She runs her hands through your hair as you pull down her shorts and then bite onto the waistband of her undies, drawing those down next exposing bare, smooth flesh–inch after inch of pale skin before you unveil the main event. Her panties cling slightly to her dampness before coming away. Her soft, puffy labia glisten in the moonlight.

You lean in and plant a kiss just above her slit and she moans.

By necessity of your sister's rules you don't normally spend a lot of time with her pussy, which is a shame, because it's kind of perfect. You press your tongue to her, running it between her lips which makes her gasp, fingers pulling your hair painfully, urging you on. You don't really need the encouragement, it's reward enough.

Your hands go to her butt, fingers digging into her tense flesh as you lap at her cunt, flicking your tongue over her half-hidden clit over and over.

"F-fuck," Candi whispers, staring down at you with an expression somewhere between blissful and terrified. For someone who sells their body for a living, she sure is tense about being eaten out. "God..." And now she's praying to you. Better she was on her knees for that, but this will do for now.

You dig your fingers into her ass cheeks, licking hungrily, motivated by a profane desire to make your sister lose control, to see her fall apart. It's a form of destruction, in a way.

"Oh god," she moans again. Her legs shake. Her grip on your head is now just as much for support as it is a desire for you to continue. "D-don't stop," she whispers. "Please." You'd like your sister a lot more if she was this submissive all the time. You make eye contact with her and run your tongue in slow circles around her clit.

She's getting wetter. You can taste it. Her whole body quivering as you work her toward orgasm. It takes a few minutes, but it's work you don't mind. You look up into her half-lidded eyes. Her mouth fixed in a perfect "O", lips trembling. "Oh god… oh god…" she pants, rocking her hips against you, the soft, wet friction of your tongue irresistible for her. "Kyle…fuck!" She pulls your hair and throws back her head, her whole body tensing as she climaxes with a cry that echoes in the lifeless pines. "Oh my god, that was good."

You stand up and push your sister onto her back on the altar, leaning over her, grinning.

Candi's startled, but only for a moment before her expression mirrors yours, a look of deviant joy. "You want something too, don't you?" She runs her hand down your scarred chest, across your tattoo and cups your bulge.

You laugh. Ah, the rarest of sounds, a Kyle laugh. "Yeah."

She presses on your chest lightly, forcing you to take a step back before squatting on her ankles in front of you. She undoes your belt and fly with the practiced dexterity of someone who's experienced taking off other people's pants. You let it slide as you feel your sister's soft lips on your hard, hot flesh. Groaning, you run your hands through her hair, feeling her bobbing diligently on you. You don't even need to look down to know that she's looking up at you, her eyes sparkling, wide, fawning over her brother, taking care of him the only way she knows how.

You twitch against her tongue and she gags softly but hardly even slows down. Soon enough your legs are trembling too. Too bad you want this to last. Your attention wanders to the ancient stone altar, the tantalizingly hidden lines and shapes that decorate it. Meaning eludes you, lost behind a fog of time and concealed by a screen of anti-reality. What the fuck does that even mean?

Candi grips the base of your cock with one hand, pumping you in time with her head movements. Oh, she really really wants you to cum. Looking down at her, you see her run her hand between her spread legs, moaning against your cock as she fingers herself.

The altar. You look again. The moon hangs directly overhead like the Eye of God. Let's give it something to watch.

You shove your sister off your cock and lay down on the altar. The stone is cold against your back. "Come here," you tell Candi.

She's confused, but only for a moment before she grins even wider than before. She climbs on top of you, her ass in your face as she takes your cock back in her mouth, moaning and sucking. As she eats you, you eat her, gripping her hips and licking her, matching her speed and intensity, stroke for stroke. She finally cums hard, your cock muffling her soft squeal of pleasure. She swallows eagerly as you release into her mouth. When she comes up for air, she also gives you a command. Though this one is voluntary, one you're eager to obey. "Again."

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Pub: 17 Nov 2025 22:04 UTC

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