You were so close...

Your brother freezes the moment he realizes he’s fully inside you, buried to the hilt. His eyes widen, a flash of panic cutting through the lust.

“Shit… I didn’t mean to—” he starts, voice strained.

He begins to pull back, but you both moan at the slow drag of his thick cock sliding through your soaked walls. For a few long, torturous seconds, he gives in to the sensation — giving you several deep, slow strokes, savoring the way your pussy grips him tightly. Each thrust pushes him right against your cervix, filling you completely.

“Fuck… you feel too good,” he groans, eyes half-lidded.

Then, with visible effort, he pulls all the way out, his cock glistening with your juices. He presses it back against your bare pussy and resumes sliding the thick shaft up and down between your swollen lips, rubbing the head over your clit with every pass.

You whimper, both relieved and frustrated.

“Thank you…” you breathe, voice shaky. “Thank you for stopping… we can’t go all the way.”

He nods, jaw clenched, still rubbing his cock along your dripping slit. “Yeah… just like this. I promised.”

But the teasing quickly becomes ****. Every time the fat head of his cock catches against your entrance, your hips twitch, trying to pull him back in. Your inner voice screams warnings, but your body is louder, aching, empty, ****.

Several minutes pass like this — slow, slick rubbing, both of you breathing hard, eyes locked. The head of his cock keeps pressing against your opening, teasing, threatening to slip inside again with every stroke.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore.

“Brother…” you whimper, voice breaking with need. “Just… just the tip. Please. Only for a little while. I need to feel you inside me again.”

He groans, clearly fighting the same battle. “Baby… we said we wouldn’t…”

“I know,” you moan, lifting your hips, rubbing your soaked pussy against his cock. “Just for a moment. Please… I’m so empty.”

The last of his restraint snaps.

With a low, defeated growl, he lines himself up and pushes back inside you — this time with purpose. He sinks in deep in one smooth thrust, burying every inch until his hips are pressed flush against you.

“Oh fuck…” he moans, eyes rolling back. “I’m sorry… I can’t stop.”

You cry out in relief and pleasure, legs wrapping around his waist instantly. “Don’t stop… fuck me. Please.”

Any pretense of control vanishes. he starts thrusting hard and deep, the couch creaking beneath you as he fucks you with long, powerful strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. He leans down, kissing you desperately as he pounds into you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans against your mouth. “I’m not gonna last…”

You’re beyond words now, only able to moan and cling to him as pleasure builds rapidly. Your nails dig into his back, legs locked tight around him.

“Cum inside me,” you gasp, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. “Please, brother— fill me up.”

With a deep, broken groan, he buries himself as deep as he can go. His cock throbs violently inside you as he cums hard — thick, hot ropes of cum erupting directly against your cervix, flooding your womb in powerful spurts. He keeps grinding deep through his orgasm, making sure every drop stays inside you.

You follow right after, pussy clenching rhythmically around him, milking every last spurt as your own orgasm crashes through you.

Both of you stay locked together, panting, sweaty, and trembling as the first light of dawn begins to creep through the windows. As the early sun catches your tired eyes you realize the gravity of the situation - But it is too late. When your phone starts ringing with an unknown number, you already know what the witch is going to tell you.