You want Emma

You take a shower and clean Emma’s place up some while you figured out what you were going to do.

Emma’s letter hit you like a freight train for some reason. You think last night was awesome and you would love to have more.

However, your older sister is different from any other girl. For the past couple years you have seen her less and less. The only thing greater than her attractiveness is her intelligence; And she is exceeding beautiful.

With last night in your mind, you decide that you ‘want’ Emma. You may be young but she really is everything you could want in a woman. You admire her for always being a bit eccentric. She is fantastic at science and math. She got Bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering and is currently studying to get a PhD. As part of her PhD program she is getting a Master of Science and is only a thesis away from getting it.

Ironically, Emma’s friends from high school and college are far from following in the same footsteps. Jason is a drug dealer and Cory is hardly a catch either. Who your friends are says a lot about a person’s future.

Maybe Emma is probably right about avoiding broadcasting the incestuous video. However, she is wrong about what they ‘should’ do about last night. You think Emma’s caring for you is what set the guilt off.

Therefore, you will just show her what you want without lust addling your higher thought processes. After going out to have some breakfast you head back to Emma’s place.

Emma for her part absolutely did not expect you. “John!!! What are you doing here? Last night was-“

Before Emma could speak further you locked lips with hers. You grabbed her lower back and tight butt, as you moved the both of you in through the door and thrust her up against the wall. Absentmindedly you kick the door closed.

“I don’t want this. John, we can’t…” Emma gasps as you grab and massage her breasts.

Hands on your shoulders Emma is pushing against your chest. Your strength far surpasses her own, though.

You grind your cock into her vulva. Her leg is wrap around your hip and your hands are kneaded and manhandling her breasts. You could already feel wetness forming between her legs on your thigh. You were far from the only one reliving last night this morning.

“This is a mistake, “John, you’re my brother…” Emma’s voice is weak as if she is trying to convince herself. “You have a brilliant, future ahead of you.” Her breathing is turning to a panting, thick with sexual desire.

You rip open Emma’s blouse and unclasp her bra. Her 34C breasts spring free and press against your muscular chest. Her skin rubbing against yours as you worked her skirt up around her waist and moved her panties to the side.

“You deserve someone better, John!” Again, you silence Emma for a few minutes more as you dominate her mouth.

“You are! the best Emma. I want you!”

With force, you spin Emma around and thrust her against the backside of her sofa. She struggles to regain her balance as you kick her legs out to the side.

“Please John! stop. This is wrong.”

Instead of taking care of your own desire like Emma undoubtedly expects. You sink to your knees and stick your fingers into her bogged tunnel of love. Your tongue massages her clit as she screams out your name even louder than last night.

“Oh my! Oh my!!! Goddess!John!!! Yyyyyeeeessss!!!” An ear shattering orgasm pierces through the house. Luckily your ears are nestled in Emma’s gap.

It is relatively easy for you to drive Emma right back through her cycle of sexual hunger to the brink. You massage her moist blood engorged labia lips and eat her out like the moist delicious lunch you have ever had.

You unbuckle your belt and unzip your Levis. They drop around you as you stand up behind Emma.

You have a choice now. Do you give Emma the option to stop or do you just take her, fuck her now, and pray for the best later. She has said stop a couple times now. Without you asking now, she can easily think this is rape later.