Oh ya, you betcha!

Yeah , you’re kissing your sister. You’re self aware enough to recognize that this is something you’ve wanted to do for about twenty years. You’ve always shied away from it because of the perceived taboo, and the fact that Mom would have likely plucked you bald if she ever found out. Of course in retrospect it looks like your mom wouldn’t have minded and was probably just as amoral and antisocial as you are. Hell, she might even have joined in.

Beth is like a wild animal. At first she seems shocked, and almost pulls away. What little resistance she manages dissolves almost immediately into warm, wet contact. She claws at your back with a somehow primal hunger, and drinks from your lust like someone dying of thirst handed a bottle of Fiji water. Your hands cup her breasts, full and just barely feeling the effects of the gravity of age, and she moans into your kiss.

You draw back from her and gaze into her blue eyes; they’re filled with lust, fear, anticipation, and a raw animal hunger. She twines her fingers in your shaggy mop of hair, whispering softly, “I didn’t know...”

You silence her with your lips and pull her down onto the couch so that she’s laying on top of you as your hands start sliding up under her hoodie to find her bra strap. She begins to enthusiastically assist, sneaking in kisses whenever both of your faces are uncovered, and soon the two of you are topless on your late mother’s couch. Your beautiful sister straddles you and is unconsciously grinding her soaking wet crotch against your cock. You note with some amusement that her nipples are adorned with a pair of captive ball piercings, and are unable to resist reaching up and giving one of the rings a tug. She responds by bucking wildly on top of you.

You’re pretty sure that was another orgasm.

Your love-making can only be described as brutal, and you bring her off again and again with you hands and mouth. In your peripheral vision you can see the text scrolling away as her Lust continues to rise.

Finally you lift her off the couch and carry her to your mother’s king sized bed, the one luxury she allowed herself. You throw her down on the bed and she shivers with anticipation as you tear the crotch from her yoga pants, noting with interest that she waxed. She just stares in awe and something like worship as you unleash your tumescent cock. When you enter her you feel her cumming again, and her eyes roll in her head as she pants out words of lust like a religious litany; “Yes! Take me! Claim me! Make me yours! I’ve always been yours. I’m your whore, your slut, your fuckdoll! You own me! You own my cunt! You own my ass! Any time, any way, anywhere!” All the while you can feel her body exploding over and over again. You change positions several times, taking her from behind, spooning. Finally you pull out. Beth stares up at you in confusion, her eyes feral. You reach out and drag her off the bed by her hair, forcing her to her knees.

She stares at the cock two inches from her face as if unsure what to do with it, but you decide for her, shoving it past her lips. You begin to brutally throatfuck your sister. You can feel her gagging , but it’s only for a moment. With a the growl of an angry bear you unload into her throat, her watery eyes rolling back in her head as she cums with you, drenching the carpet, her pleasure so linked to your own by the power of the AMA.

She slumps back against the bed, as boneless as a jellyfish, clearly completely fucked out. You gently take her in your arms and carry her to the bed, laying her down tenderly, before sliding up behind her and wrapping your arms around her.

Beth sigh, as happy as you’ve seen her since her 4th birthday when you stole her a Cabbage Patch Kid, and snuggles back against you. “Why did we wait this long?”

You chuckle and gently kiss her neck, “Honestly? I have no idea.”

You can feel her breathing start to regulate and deepen. She’s falling asleep, and you start to doze off as well. You’re interrupted by her whispering, “I meant what I said, Jimmy.”

The most intelligible response you can manage is “Hrm?”

“I’ve always been yours. I was just waiting for you to claim me.”

With that thought in your mind you drift off into the peaceful sleep that only a sociopath can find after fucking his sister’s brains out.