He grabs my hands and pulls them high, pinning them with one of his own then reaches down to yank up my skirt and rip off my panties. We don’t have long, minutes maybe until the carollers finish singing and his mum and my dad return to finish decorating the tree. But I’m so wet right now it doesn’t matter. We’ve been sending secret signals all evening with eyes and lips so by the time our chance finally arrived we were both ready to pop. “Say it,” he hisses as he pulls my leg up to rest on his hip and opens his pants with urgent fingers. “Fuck me, big brother,” I reply and my words send wicked shots of arousal through us both. Looking into my eyes he angles his body, positions his thick cock and thrusts inside. We both moan but there is no time for gentleness. Gripping my hips he thrusts hard and fast into my cunt, grunting with each deep plunge. “Sweet… Sweet baby sister.” He gasps into my ear, his hips rocking faster, grinding against me just right. My climax is rushing towards me, so fast, too fast.
