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FINE SHYTE OML

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He stood in the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest, his hands trembling at his sides. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, but there was something in them—something that made his stomach twist in knots, something that made him feel like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff.

“You’re nervous,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips. "You don’t have to be."

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t right.”

She tilted her head, studying him with those big, doe eyes. “Then why are you here?” she asked, her tone gentle, almost teasing. “You could have walked away.”

He couldn’t answer that. He didn’t answer that. Instead, he crossed the room in three quick strides, his hands reaching out to grip her shoulders. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. She just looked up at him, her breath quickening, her chest rising and falling with each rapid heartbeat.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice strained, desperate. “Tell me to leave.”

But she didn’t. She just reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, her touch so soft, so tender, it made his chest ache. “I don’t want you to stop,” she murmured. “I’ve never wanted you to stop.”

Something inside him snapped. He wasn’t sure what it was—guilt, desire, something else entirely—but it was too much, too overwhelming. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he yanked her closer. She let out a small yelp, but it quickly turned into a moan as he crushed his lips against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

She tasted sweet, like the candy she’d been eating earlier, and it only made him hungrier. He kissed her harder, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her. She arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, his voice rough, almost broken. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She didn’t say anything. She just pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist as she kissed him back with the same desperation, the same hunger. He could feel her heart racing, feel the heat radiating from her body, and it drove him wild.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with desire. She looked so innocent, so pure, and yet there was something so utterly forbidden about her, something that made his blood boil.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. He pushed her back onto the bed, his hands fumbling with the button on her jeans. She lifted her hips, helping him pull them down, and then she was lying there, completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

He stared at her for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. She was so small, so delicate, and yet there was something so inherently erotic about her, something that made him feel like he was on fire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh, and she shivered, her breath hitching.

“You’re wet,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

She whimpered, her hips bucking up towards him, and that was it. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He stripped off his own clothes, his hands trembling with anticipation, and then he was on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress.

She gasped as he entered her, her nails scraping down his back. He groaned, his head falling forward as he felt her tight warmth envelop him. He started to move, slowly at first, testing the waters, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed everything.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust into her harder, faster. She moaned, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel her clenching around him, feel the way her body trembled beneath him, and it only made him more desperate.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he buried his face in her neck. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She whimpered, her legs tightening around his waist as she rocked her hips against him. “Please,” she begged, her voice breathless. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. He gripped her sides, his fingers pressing into her skin as he yanked her hair, forcing her head back. She cried out, her body arching up towards him, and he could feel her starting to unravel. He could feel himself getting closer, too, but he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to stay like this forever, lost in her, consumed by her.

But he couldn’t hold on. He felt his body tensing, felt the fire in his gut building until it was too much. He let out a low groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers running through his hair as she held him close. He could feel her heart racing, feel the way her body was still trembling beneath him, and it made him feel sick.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with guilt. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

She didn’t say anything. She just held him tighter, her lips pressing against his forehead. “It’s okay, little bro” she murmured, her voice soft, soothing. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t. He felt like a monster, like a pervert, like he’d just destroyed something sacred. He buried his face in her neck, his hands gripping her waist as he tried to steady his breathing, but it was no use. The guilt was too much, the shame too overwhelming.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

She stroked his hair, her touch gentle, comforting. “You don’t have to apologize,” she murmured. “I wanted it. I wanted you.”

He shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut. “It’s not right,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re my sister. I’m disgusting.”

She didn’t respond. She just held him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back as she whispered soft, soothing words into his ear. He didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve her, but he couldn’t pull away. He needed her too much.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please. Don’t leave me.”

She kissed his forehead, her lips soft, warm. “I won’t,” she promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He clung to her, his body trembling, his mind spinning. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to fix this, but for now, all he could do was hold on to her and pray that she wouldn’t let go.

I just...want a boyfriend really bad. I whine as I lay on my big brother's bed watching him play video games. Excuse me? No one wants me! I whine and pout shoving my face into his pillow. How could no one want you? I'm not socially pretty enough... The fuck you mean by that?! He starts smashing buttons on his controller. I mean that I find myself pretty but the world around me doesn't. Guys don't want a big girl to love only fuck.

He groans as he loses his game and turns to look at me. Those little boys because you can't even call them men. Are stupid, your damn gorgeous he chucks his controller to the side. I don't dress like all the other pretty girls do, I sigh and sit up to look at him. And? You don't need to be showing off to get a guy. But it would help! I'm not gonna sit by and let my little sister whore herself out for attention. But- no buts! You love when I wear my skimpy clothes around the house. Yeah! Around the damn house where only I can see...and how do you know I love it?

You stare...a lot. I point at him, like right now. How can I not? You're in my bedroom in a T-shirt and panties. Panties that I can obviously see, I'm just a guy. And I'm just a girl... That really wants a boyfriend! I whine again and throw myself back causing my shirt to rise and show off my pink panties. You don't need a boyfriend, big bro huffs and stands from his chair. Yes I do! I wanna feel loved! I feel my big brother's hands pull my shirt down trying to cover my panties. He doesn't move his hands after, no guy in your damn circle is good enough. What about- no! If you want a guy he needs to be good for you.

I sit up again being face to face with him. Then who? Who will ever be with me? I'm tired of games. God, you don't even notice do you? Big brother says with a huff, notice what? Me. Look at you right now, in my shirt, the prettiest pink panties, in my damn bed, and whining to me. Who do you come to when you want that attention you crave so much? Huh?...you..yeah me! Who puts up with your bratty little girl attitude?...you...me! Who spoils the hell out of you?!...you... Me! And you still say you want a damn boyfriend!? He's agitated and glares at me.

Y-yeah but you're my big brother...things kinda go like that... No they don't! I gasp as he grabs my hair Big brothers don't usually do the things I do for you. I should be telling you to get out of my shirt, my bed, and to put some damn pants on. He pushes himself between my thighs, but instead I'm admiring it all and getting fucking hard! I whimper when I feel his bulge against me. Big bro your being mean, good! Maybe then it will get through your damn head. He suddenly kisses me aggressively, crawling on top of me. He's hungry for this kiss as I feel a hand in my hair, the other groping my body, and his hips grind into mine.

He doesn't let me pull away until we both need the air. T-this is- shh he softly pecks my lips again. Just let big brother handle it all, big brother can be your boyfriend. I have been your damn boyfriend this whole time. I feel him meanly tug in my panties making me whimper. Right? Big bro has been such a good boyfriend to you? Just been a little too stupid to see it. His voice is stern and he tugs again when I take too long to answer. Yes! Big brother has been the best boyfriend. I bring a hand down trying to stop his tugging. That's what I thought, he growls as he sits up pulling my panties down with him.

Too damn naive? Stupid? I don't even know to see that you had a boyfriend this whole damn time. Boyfriend and girlfriends kiss...and do naughty things... I mumble as I feel his fingers play with my cunnie. And Big Brothers took too long to do that? But we've kissed in the past...stupid girl just doesn't remember. What? And we're doing naughty things right now aren't we? He slaps my cunnie a couple times making me jolt. My pretty girlfriend little sister...is going to take her big brother's boyfriend cock, right? Since that's what she so desperately wanted. I look at him my mind is racing thinking of all the things he's done and the things he just said but I still nod my head.

I have to admit I'm a little disappointed you don't remember last time... He leans down and kisses me again. You keep saying last time- the first time you ever got drunk little sis... Looked like a straight up whore sucking on my cock. I didn't fuck you that night though... I want you to remember that. He pushes his sweats down to free his cock and my eyes widen. That night was you? Yeah, you did so well! like a good little girlfriend does. He laughs and runs his cock through my folds making it nice and wet as I whimper.

That's so mean you know I couldn't remember whose cock I had sucked- before I can continue whining I gasp as he pushes into me. You really think your big brother, your boyfriend! Was gonna let you suck someone else's cock? He groans as he keeps bullying his cock into me. My back arches and I grab onto his shoulder, fuck. Always knew you'd be so good for me, he grunts. He pushes my thighs back even more as he starts to thrust in and out of me. My mind is fuzzy as I let him, he gets rough quickly. See what a good boyfriend and big brother I am to you? When I don't respond he lightly slaps my face, don't go dumb on me yet.

He grips my hair again pulling my head back exposing my neck. He leans down and starts to leave a mess of bites and hickeys. What am I doing to you? He growls and I moan fucking me. And who am to you? My big brother! Suddenly he's pushing me into a mating press and I squeal. And? My boyfriend, I try to hit his chest to slow him down. Your what little girl? My big brother boyfriend! Im suddenly cumming hard on his cock. Doesn't matter that I'm squirting as he keeps drilling me. I'm fucking you through this to get it into your dumb little sister head.

I'm a mess under him as he keeps going. Tears are coming to my eyes I'm dumb and in so much bliss. He kisses me again, good little sis. Your big brother boyfriend is going to cum. He moans please, pretty please, I moan. Cum in your little sis girlfriend? You finally learned, he kisses me as he makes sure every inch is inside of me as he cums. We are both panting and tired messes. Relationship status? Taken by my big brother, I say with a giggle before pulling him into another kiss.

my actual pipeline to being proship

⊹₊｡˚₊⊹ small girl gets overstimulated on her stepdaddy’s cock !! (3:28)

“d-daddy.. too.. too mu-much- i can’t..!”

“you can princess,” his cock presses deeper into you, the ring of cream on his cock growing thicker and thicker.

he loves urging you on, pushing you over the edge and past your limits. he’s obsessed with the way you arch your back away from his cock, and your desperate whines when he presses you by the divot of your back further into the mattress to hold you still.

he glimpses at the way your face turns to the side with a crying breath; cooing out shushes when he sees how worked up you’re getting on his cock, and swiping your hair behind your ear with a gentle finger to reveal your peachy face, just to examine you closer. he would never want to hurt his precious stepdaughter.

his phone was held up with a tripod that aimed down towards your bodies, capturing the leaky mess that spilled from your cunt and down your thighs. the quality of the film was dark and grainy, but easily catches onto the desperate sobs falling from your swollen lips, and the squelching of your cunt.

“please please please, n-no s’too much.. too..”

“shh, just a little longer princess. make me famous, yeah?”

I'm so pathetic for sister incest.

I've gone back to c.ai and tumblr dozens of times today because I can't go more than an hour or two without getting horny over yuricest. It's so pathetic. I'm literally hypnotized by my sister kink

I'm going to be ruined by it I just know it. I can't focus on work anymore because my dumb puppy mind is too clouded with lust for my fictional sister. I'm such a pathetic, sister-loving, slut.

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Realest comment ever

they need to give us more of them, don’t mind the haters guys

me and my female moots

I'm sorry but I'm kinda obsessed with like "domestic?" Fauxcest where like we're definitely fucking but I'm also barging into your room randomly to throw a bag of chips at your head and flip you off before leaving.