Shattered Silence: Claiming My Reclusive Sister’s Fire
Winter gripped the city like a jealous lover, blanketing our cramped apartment in gray slush and endless nights. I’d been crashing here since college kicked me out for bad grades—thanks, Mom, for letting your screw-up son mooch off you. Elena, my mom, pulled doubles at the hospital, vanishing before dawn and stumbling in past midnight. Left me alone with Mia, my 18-year-old sister, who’d turned into a goddamn ghost.
She used to blast music till my ears bled, drag me to dive bars for cheap beers, her laugh cutting through the walls like shattered glass. Now? Nothing. Door locked, lights dim. Her auburn curls—wild and tangled like autumn leaves—never seen outside that room. I’d knock, leave ramen on the sill. She ignored it all. Mom nagged me: “Check on her, Alex. She’s fragile.” Fragile my ass. But yeah, I cared. Deep down, where it twisted ugly.
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One night, frost etching the windows, I heard it. A soft sob, muffled like she was choking on tears. Followed by a scrape—metal on skin? My gut clenched. Childhood flashed: little Mia chasing me through snowdrifts, her chubby hands grabbing my coat, those big hazel eyes sparkling. Now this? Fuck it. I grabbed the spare key hidden in the kitchen drawer, the one Mom stashed for emergencies.
Chapter 1: The Razor’s Whisper 🔥
The door creaked open, spilling hallway light across her chaos-free cave. Posters of indie bands peeled at edges, vanilla candle flickering—sweet, cloying scent hitting me first. Mia perched on the edge of her bed, knees tucked, wearing my old gray sweatshirt that drowned her slim frame. Five-foot-four of pale skin and curves she’d hidden forever. Faded leggings hugged thighs thicker than I remembered, ass peeking as she shifted.
Her hands jerked behind her back, hazel eyes snapping to mine—wide, feral. Auburn hair cascaded in messy waves, framing a face flushed red. “Alex! Get the fuck out!” Voice cracked, not the usual bratty whine. Something raw there.
I kicked the door shut, heart pounding like a bass drum. “What’re you doing, Mia? Hiding shit from me?” Tray of microwaved lasagna forgotten in the hall. She scrambled back, sweatshirt riding up—black lace thong flashing, hugging plump pussy lips. My cock twitched, traitorous. She hissed, legs kicking feebly as I loomed.
“None of your business, asshole!” Tears welled, but fire too. I lunged, grabbing wrists—YANK. She yelped, twisting like a wildcat. Skin soft, warm. Then I saw it: razor blade in her left fist, right arm slashed shallow, crimson beads trickling down porcelain forearm. Fresh. The metallic tang of blood mixed with her vanilla perfume, turning my stomach—and something darker.
“Jesus, Mia… why?” Rage boiled. Weeks of silence, me playing babysitter while Mom slaved. For this? Self-destruction? I pinned her arms overhead, body weight crushing her into the mattress. She bucked, tits heaving under sweatshirt—full C-cups, nipples poking like diamonds. “Stop! Please, Alex…” Sobs hitched, hot breath on my neck tasting salty.
Her fear ignited me. That pleading look, lips parted, plump and pink. Sanity snapped. I crashed my mouth onto hers, devouring. She froze, eyes bugging—then thrashed, muffled screams vibrating my tongue. Saliva swapped, her minty taste exploding. Broke free, gasping. “What the hell, bro? You’re sick!” Terror, but her cheeks burned.
Didn’t matter. Hands roamed, shoving up sweatshirt. Belly flat, silky. Ribs fluttering. Bra—purple satin, unhooked easy. Tits spilled out, heavy handfuls, rosy nipples begging. I squeezed, rolling peaks till she arched, whimper biting back a moan. “No… don’t…” But hips twitched.
Her leggings peeled down rough, thighs quivering—musky arousal scent rising despite protests. Thong soaked, clinging to shaved slit. Fingers dove in, parting folds. Dry at first—tight, virgin grip clenching. She shrieked, “Alex, stop!” But I pumped, thumb circling clit. Walls fluttered, juices flooding. Her mewls turned throaty, body betraying.
Chapter 2: Tongues and Tremors 💋
Rain lashed windows, thunder rumbling like my pulse. Mia’s room felt smaller, air thick with sweat and sin. I yanked leggings off fully, her legs splaying—thick thighs parting to expose that glistening core. Pink, puffy, untouched. “Look at you, sis. Soaking for big bro already.”
She whimpered, hiding face in pillow. “I hate you… this is wrong.” Voice muffled, but ass lifted slight—instinct. I dove between thighs, nose buried in her heat. Salty-sweet nectar coated tongue as I lapped broad strokes. Clit throbbed under flicks, her hips bucking involuntary. “Oh god… ahh!” First real moan, raw and broken.
Fingers joined, two plunging deep—velvet vice sucking them. She tasted like forbidden fruit, ripe peach mixed with tang. Hooked ’em, hitting that spot. Her back bowed, screams echoing off walls. “Alex! Fuck… too much!” Cum gushed, drenching chin. Orgasm ripped her—body convulsing, toes curling into sheets.
New scene: Flashback hit mid-feast. Us kids at the lake house, Mia 12, splashing naked. Innocent touches then—now this. Pulled back, cock straining jeans. Her eyes glazed, chest heaving. “More?” Grinned feral. She nodded, shy—first surrender.
Flipped her, ass up. Plump cheeks parted, thong string vanishing in crack. Spanked—crack echoing, skin blooming red. “Bad girl, cutting yourself. This pussy’s mine now.” Fingers traced pucker—tight rosebud. She gasped, “Not there!” But pushed back. Lube from her drawer—vibrator too? Naughty sis. Probed asshole slow, inching knuckle-deep. She howled, clenching rhythm wild.
“Beg for it, Mia.” Tongue rimmed hole, sloppy wet. “Please… finger my ass, bro.” Voice husky. Pumped both holes—cunt and rear—till she quaked again, squirting sheets. Taste of her everywhere, skin slick, room reeking sex.
Chapter 3: Deflowering the Depths
Bed creaked under us, springs groaning like Mia’s cries. I’d stripped bare, cock thick-veined, nine inches throbbing—pre-cum beading tip. Her eyes locked on it, fear-lust mix. “Too big… it’ll hurt.” Whined, but licked lips.
Cornered her against headboard, knees to chest. Positioned at entrance—lips kissing head. No condom; raw need ruled. Thrust—popped cherry easy, blood slicking shaft. She screamed, nails raking back. “Rip me apart!” Inside? Furnace, rippling walls milking.
Pounded merciless. Skin slapped wet—schlick schlick. Tits bounced hypnotic, sweat flying. “Take it, slut sis. This cunt’s bro property.” Growled, choking lightly—her gasps turning moans. Pulled hair, arching neck—bit shoulder, copper blood taste mixing sweat.
New conflict: She fought back sudden—pushed chest. “Hate you… love this.” Twisted emotions fueled harder slams. Cervix battered, her eyes rolling white. “Cum inside? Breed me, Alex!” Begged wild. Balls tightened—erupted, ropes flooding womb. She shattered too, legs locking, pussy spasming milk every drop.
Collapsed tangled, breaths ragged. Her scars—kissed each slow, tongue soothing. “Never again, Mia. I’m your fix now.” She nuzzled, “Promise?” Voice soft, broken pretty.
Chapter 4: Shower of Sins 💦
Post-climax haze, cum leaking thighs. “Shower. Now.” Dragged her to bathroom—steamy mirror fogging already. Water scalded, pounding backs like rain. Soaped her curves—tits lathered glossy, ass cheeks spread under jets.
Pushed wall, cock hard again. “Suck it clean, sis.” She dropped knees, water cascading hair dark ropes. Lips stretched wide—gagged on girth, throat bulging. Slobber dripped, eyes watering up. “Mmmph… tastes us.” Bobbed sloppy, hands stroking balls heavy still.
Pulled up, bent over sink. Re-entered cunt—easier now, sloppy seconds. Fucked brutal, reflections watching—her face contorted bliss. “Harder! Ruin me!” Fingers in ass again, double stuffed. Orgasm chain—hers first, squirting tile. Filled her second load, overflow mixing suds.
New scene: Mid-fuck, phone buzzed—Mom texting check-in. Ignored. Risk amped thrill, her whispers “What if she knew?” Led to degradation. “Bet she’d watch us fuck.” Laughed dark.
Toweled rough, back bed. Cuddled? Nah—third round brewed.
Chapter 5: Anal Awakening 🔥
Night deepened, city hum distant. Mia bolder—straddled lap, grinding soaked thong revived. “Want your ass filled, bro?” Grinned wicked. Lube slicked pucker, cockhead pressed. Slow breach—ring burned tight, inching balls-deep.
Her screams pure agony-ecstasy. “Splitting me! Oh fuck yes!” Rode tentative, then wild—ass cheeks clapping. Probed guts deep, prostate? No, her pleasure spot hit. Tits in face—sucked nipples raw, milk-fantasy bites.
Flipped doggy, railing. Mirror view: her face—mouth agape, drool string. “Cum in my shithole!” Demanded. Obliged—seed erupting, painting bowels white. She collapsed, quivering mess. Scars forgotten, bond forged in filth.
Dawn crept. New beat: Whispered fears. “Outside scares me… crowds.” Her agoraphobia raw. “With me? We’ll conquer.” Hinted date—park first, then more.
Chapter 6: Dawn of Deviant Devotion 💋
Morning light pierced blinds, sheets crusty with evidence. Mia curled armpit—scent musk, vanilla faded to pure us. Woke slow, her hand stroking cock lazy. “Again?” Laughed, mounting reverse. Cunt swallowed easy—morning wood heaven.
Slow grind this time, sensual. Kisses trailed spine, scars nipped loving. “You’re mine, lil sis. No more hiding.” She moaned agreement, clenching deliberate. Climax mutual—creampie third, belly potentially swelling.
Post-glow: Planned escape. “Coffee shop downtown? Hold my hand.” Her eyes lit—first real spark months. Dressed her cute: tight jeans hugging ass, my hoodie claiming. Door opened—world waited.
Hand-in-hand hallway, her squeeze tight. “Love you, Alex. Perverted big bro.” Grinned back. House no longer tomb—our den now. Future? Dates, darker nights. Forever twisted, unbreakable.
Stepped out, snow crunching fresh. Her laugh—free, alive. Mine too.
