I sat back on my heels, panting, his cum dripping from my pussy. He lay beneath me, limp and spent. I’d used him up, fucked him into oblivion. Just like I used all of them up.
But this one, my brother, this one was special. He’d resisted me at first, refused to give in to his desires. But I’d worn him down, seduced him with my body, my hunger for his cock. And now here he was, my broken toy, my slutty sibling.
I licked my lips, tasting his cum, savoring it. I wanted more, needed more. I reached down, feeling my pussy, so wet, so ready.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I said, straddling his face. “Lick it up, brother. Clean up your mess.”
He obeyed, his tongue delving deep, lapping up his own seed. I rocked against him, riding his mouth, chasing another orgasm. He brought me to the edge, then pushed me over, his teeth grazing my clit as I came.
I collapsed on top of him, laughing. “You’re a good little brother,” I purred. “The best toy I’ve ever had.”
And I meant it. He was the best, the only one who could truly satisfy me. And I wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.