Victoria.

Damien didn’t bother to put his clothes on when he left the room and made his way to his sister’s bedroom. Without warning he turned the knob and pushed open the door - her lock had been removed when she tried to lock her mother out two years ago.

Damien found what he expected, his sister on the bed, rapidly rubbing her clit, eyes shut and head thrown back.

“Enjoy the show?” Damien smirked.

Victoria’s eyes snapped open and found the voice. To her credit, she immediately went on the offensive. Her eyes narrowed.

“Get OUT pervert!” She screamed. She didn’t even try to hide her breasts or pussy as she climbed off the bed and rushed to confront him.

Throwing back her right hand, she whipped it forward with full force, aiming a slap at Damien’s face. Bitch didn’t even react to him being naked.

Damien caught her hand mid-swing.

“I don’t think so Vic.”

Pulling her arm, he pulled her to him, his other arm going around her waist. They were now naked and so close they could feel each other’s hearts beat.

Victoria glared up at him.

“What do you think you are... mmph!”

She was cut off as her brother kissed her. Caught off guard she felt her body give in to him and her tongue battle for supremacy in his mouth. Too late she came too - her only option now to...

“Oww fuck!” Damien exclaimed. Blood trickled on his lower lip. Victoria has bitten him. Hard.

Victoria grinned at him. Still no shame in her nakedness and confident that she now had the upper hand.

Rather than back down, however, Damien presses forward, stepping up to her again. This time his hand stopped a slap before it even started and his mouth found hers. His other hand reached down and caresses her sex, eliciting a moan from his bewitching sister.

This time, she didn’t fight back...much...

She kissed Damien as fiercely as he kissed her, their tongues battling and their hands caressing. Her hand had found his mammoth cock and was caressing it, stroking it, coaxing it.

His hands rubbed, stroked, and his fingers penetrated. She was hot, wet, and tight.

Neither were sure who dominated, or who forced the other to Victoria’s bed, but neither did they care.

Damien penetrated her roughly, his shaft forcing apart her tender folds as it was forced (and accepted inside).

Damien pounded her cunt from between her legs which had wrapped themselves around him pulling him in farther.

This was different from every girl Damien had fucked. This was a battle, a war. She gave as well as she took, their teeth biting, their tongues wrestling, and their sexes grasping and hammering. Damien’s balls slapped his sister’s asshole as he roughly fucked his sister’s tight cunt.

Soon, too soon, an hour later, he tensed and emptied the contents of his balls into his sister. She was biting his shoulder as he came, her legs around him not letting him escape.

Finally, she released him and he pulled his cock from her cunt.

She had bruises on her thighs, breasts, hips, and ass. Her lip had been bitten in revenge, and her teeth were bloody. Not from his actions though.

No, her lips were bloody because she had bitten him, more than once. His lips, his shoulder, his biceps, and even his hand as he had covered her mouth while she had been snarling profanity at him. His back had scratch marks from her nails.

He knew this hadn’t been rape. She had wanted this as much or more than he did. This was just how she had sex. She liked to hurt, same as him.

Now he knew why she never had a steady boyfriend. Now he knew that the show he had put on with Becca had been unnecessary.

She was like him.

He was like her, and that was the best sex he’d ever had. Looking in her eyes he knew she agreed.

At that point, Damien realized he cared about someone.