Hidden Cravings Unleashed
Storm clouds hung low over the rickety mountain cabin like a bad omen, but Ava didn’t give a fuck. She’d driven three hours from the city just to get here, her pussy already throbbing at the thought of seeing Liam again. Stepbrother or not, the bastard had always stirred something filthy inside her. That hidden fire they’d both pretended wasn’t there for years. Parents gone, empty cabin—perfect setup for unleashing hell.
Rain pelted the windshield as she parked next to his beat-up truck. Liam stepped out, all six-foot-three of tattooed muscle, soaked shirt clinging to his rock-hard abs. His dark eyes locked on her curves spilling out of a too-tight tank top, nipples poking like diamonds. “Fuck me, Ava,” he growled, voice rough as gravel. “You grew into a goddamn goddess.”
She slammed her door, hips swaying, rain plastering her black lace thong visible under her short skirt. “Missed this body, big bro? Or just the way it milks your cock?” No shy bullshit here. She grabbed his belt, yanking him close, tasting whiskey and smoke on his lips as thunder cracked.
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Chapter 1: Thunderous Temptation
Ava shoved Liam against the cabin door, rain dripping from his buzzed hair onto her cleavage. Her massive DDs heaved with every breath, freckles dotting the pale swells like stars on a dirty sky. He gripped her ass cheeks, thick fingers digging bruises she’d admire later. “Slutty little sister,” he snarled, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, copper tang mixing with the storm’s ozone bite.
She moaned, grinding her soaked cunt against his thigh. The cabin door flew open under their weight, boots thudding on splintered wood floors scented with pine and neglect. Flashback hit her like lightning—teen years, peeking through the hidden crack in the bathroom door, watching him stroke that monster cock, veins bulging, cum ropes splattering tiles. She’d fingered her virgin slit that night, whispering his name into her pillow.
Now, no holding back. Ava ripped his shirt off, nails raking red trails down his chiseled chest, past the skull tattoo over his pecs. His hands mauled her tits, thumbs brutal on pierced nipples, twisting until she yelped. “These fuckers got bigger,” he grunted, pinching harder. “Bet they’ve milked a hundred dicks since me.”
“Jealous?” she taunted, dropping to her knees on the cold floorboards. His zipper rasped down, that familiar beast springing free—nine inches of girthy meat, uncut, pre-cum beading like dew on the fat purple head. She inhaled his musky ball-sweat, tongue flicking the slit. Salty, bitter heaven. “Gonna choke on your brother’s cock now.”
Liam fisted her long auburn waves, yanking her forward. She gagged as the head battered her throat, saliva drooling in thick strands. Gurgles echoed with the rain. He face-fucked her mercilessly, hips slamming, balls slapping her chin. “Take it, you filthy whore. Hidden all these years, but I knew you’d beg for it.”
Tears streamed, mascara black rivers, but her pussy clenched empty, juices trickling down thighs. She hummed around him, vibrations making his abs flex. Pull off with a pop, gasping. “Fuck my face harder, Liam. Make it hurt.” He obliged, skull-fucking until she saw stars, throat raw fire.
Finally, he hauled her up, tossing her onto the dusty couch like a ragdoll. Skirt hiked, thong snapped aside. Her shaved slit glistened, swollen lips parted, clit a hard pearl. He dove in, tongue spearing deep, slurping her nectar like a starving man. Tart, tangy flood. Fingers plunged knuckle-deep, curling on her G-spot, squelch loud as thunder outside.
Ava bucked, screams tearing free. “Yes, eat your sister’s cunt! Deeper!” Orgasm ripped through, squirting his beard, thighs quaking. He lapped every drop, growling approval.
Chapter 2: Flames in the Fireplace
Panting, they stripped fully, clothes a wet heap. Liam’s body was a masterpiece—veins popping on forearms thicker than her wrist, cock bobbing angry-red, slick with her spit. Ava’s curves glowed in firelight she sparked from logs by the hearth, flames crackling, casting shadows dancing like demons.
She pushed him down on the bearskin rug, straddling his face reverse. “Ride your tongue, bro.” Ass cheeks smothered him, her puckered rosebud winking inches from his nose. He gripped hips, tongue lashing clit to asshole, probing that tight ring. Earthy tang mixed with her pussy dew. She ground down, tits bouncing hypnotic.
Reaching back, she milked his shaft slow, foreskin gliding velvet over steel. Thumb smeared pre-cum, greasy shine. “This fat prick’s gonna wreck me,” she purred, internal thunder. Hidden fantasies of him breeding her, belly swelling taboo fruit. Leaning forward, she engulfed his balls, sucking one then the other, tongue bathing wrinkled sac. He bucked, muffled roars into her folds.
Minutes blurred, sweat-slick skins slapping wet. She spun, mounting his cock cowgirl. Head breached her, stretching walls like fire. Inch by inch, she sank, gasping stretch-burn exquisite. Fully seated, cervix kissed, she rotated hips, grinding deep. “Fuck, so full… brother’s dick owning me.”
Liam thrust up savage, hands mauling tits, slapping flesh loud. Smack-smack rhythm with wet squelches. “Bounce, slut. Milk my cum.” She did, tits flopping wild, red hair whipping. Fireplace heat roasted them, sweat stinging eyes, pine smoke choking throats. Orgasm two hit her sideways, walls vise-grip pulsing, milking futile since he held back.
He flipped her doggy, rug fibers biting knees. Re-entered brutal, balls-deep pistons. Ass rippled each impact, handprints blooming red. “Who’s your daddy?” he roared.
“You are, stepdaddy! Fuck this whore pussy harder!” Fingers found her clit, rubbing furious. She came again, vision blacking, pussy farting juice around his invading rod.
Not done. He pulled out, spit-lubed her ass. “Time for the hidden hole.” She pushed back eager, ring yielding to girth. Burn turned bliss as he bottomed out, colon massaged. Anal pounding fierce, prostate-milking pace.
Chapter 3: Deluge in the Shower
Steam billowed as they stumbled to the bathroom, bodies glued sweat and fluids. Rain hammered tin roof like applause. Liam cranked scalding water, dragging Ava under spray. Soap suds foamed under his paws, scrubbing her curves: soapy tits squeezed overflowing, fingers scissoring her slit, then ass.
She dropped, water cascading, sucking cock clean—ass taste mingled pussy, her filth heaven. Deepthroat expert now, nose grinding pubes, gag reflex conquered. He skull-fucked under water, bubbles foaming mouth.
“Up, bend over,” he commanded. Hands braced tiles cold against palms, ass presented. He ate her out from behind, tongue fucking both holes, water rinsing nothing. Fingers three in pussy, thumb in ass, double-stuffing. She quivered, legs jelly.
Cock replaced fingers, alternating holes rapid-fire. Pussy to ass slick switches, no mercy. “Which hole loves brother’s cock more?” Crude splash echoes deafening.
“Both! Ruin ’em!” Climax shattered her, collapsing but he held waist. Filled ass sudden, hot jets painting bowels. Pulled out, cum bubbling rosebud, washed away. She spun, knelt, cleaning flagging dick devoted, tasting his load bitter-salt.
Dried rough with towels, nipping bites, slaps playful-mean. Back to main room, fire roaring renewed. Naked all night vow unspoken but sealed. 🔥
Chapter 4: Brew of Depravity
Kitchen light flickered dim, coffee pot gurgling dark brew aroma cutting sex-stink. Ava naked, tits swaying as she measured beans precise, ass cheeks jiggling. Liam leaned counter, cock half-hard swinging hypnotic.
“Make it strong, sis. Like how I fuck you.” She smirked, grinding beans coarse rasp. Poured grounds, water hissed steam. While brewing, she knelt again, worshipping meat back to steel. Lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing suction. “Mmm, tastes like my ass,” she mumbled around fullness.
He sipped scalding redeye—espresso kick with drip, cream swirling clouds. “Perfect. Now bend over table.” Wood creaked under her tits flattened, ass high. He sipped casual, cock sliding home pussy slow savor. Thrusts lazy-building frenzy, coffee slurps punctuating moans.
Flashback: Their hidden teen fumble, fumbling hands under blankets at family reunion, his fingers first in her panties. Now expert ruiners.
She pushed back, fucking self on him. “Cum in me, breed taboo slut!” No protection, risk thrill electric. He unloaded deep, pulling out to paint ass crack pearly ropes. She scooped, sucked fingers clean greedy.
Coffee done, they sipped steaming mugs, legs tangled sticky. Her hand absent lazy strokes his sack, feeling balls refill. “More later?” she whispered naughty.
“Insatiable bitch. Always.”
Chapter 5: Savage Sofa Siege
TV flickered forgotten porn—moans background score. Plopped couch worn leather cool on fevered skins. Ava curled his lap, but playful turned feral. She mounted reverse cowgirl, impaling ass this round. Up-down brutal, ring gripping visible stretch.
Liam spread cheeks wide, thumb pressing clit. “Ride that shithole, whore.” She screamed ecstasy, tits invisible but slapping thighs audible. TV moans synced theirs chaotic symphony. Sweat pooled leather squeak.
Switched position: She prone bone, him mounted crushing weight. Cock hammered cervix through thin walls, pain-pleasure blur. Nails clawed back bloody welts. “Harder, break me!” Farts wet around pistons, ass-to-pussy filthy switches.
His fingers invaded mouth, choking gags. “Suck ’em like cock.” She did, drool chin cascade. Pulled hair arch back, biting shoulder copper-blood taste. Orgasm cascade hers nonstop, body convulsing fits.
He roared finale, flooding pussy creampie overflowing thighs. Collapsed tangled, breaths ragged, TV droning endless loop.
“Love you, bro,” she murmured, tracing tattoos.
“Love wrecking you, sis.” 💋
Chapter 6: Midnight Reckoning
Bedroom loft stairs creaked under bare feet, moon slicing clouds silvering naked forms. King bed sagged welcoming, sheets crisp cotton whispering skin. No rush now—slow burn torture.
Ava pinned him missionary rare, grinding clit on base deliberate. Eyes locked intense, souls bare. “This hidden kink we share… it’s us.” Lips bruised crash, tongues duel sloppy, saliva strings breaking.
He rolled top, knees pinning arms. Cock teased slit minutes agony, dipping shallow frustrating. Begged: “Please, fill me!” Slammed full finally, rhythm building tsunami. Tits mauled, nipples twisted violet.
New toy drawer raided: Vibrating plug ass-stuffed buzzing constant. Double-filled, she wailed banshee. His pace jackhammer, bedframe banging wall protest. Smells musk-cum-sweat heady fog. Tastes salt skin licks.
Climaxes synced explosive. He bred deep, seed pumping pulse after pulse. She squirted geyser soaking sheets. Bodies locked shuddering aftershocks.
Dawn crept, storm passed. Curled spooned, his cock nestled ass-crack warm promise more. Taboo blaze banked, not quenched. Hidden cravings eternal, cabin witness their filthy saga.
Whispers futures: “Next family trip… motel detour?” Laughter low, hands wandering anew. No end, just endless depravity.
