This past weekend, I spent time with my family, and my younger sister is still living at home. She is about twenty years old, and her boyfriend is about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. Her lover had a lot of attraction. I knew he had to be hung because he was quite tall and had a lot of lean muscle, possibly because he was a swimmer. I had these small thoughts, the kind you don’t talk about because it’s not proper to do so.

He was someone I had never met before, yet we clicked immediately. He laughed nicely and exuded charisma. But my sister was like trash to him. She was always cutting him off in his anecdotes, adding ones of her own, and downplaying his accomplishments. She was talking about him in front of him, so you wouldn’t realize that he’s actually a pretty damn excellent swimmer.

I had pretty about had enough of my sister by the second night I was there. It was obvious that her remarks were depressing him, and his jovial, endearing personality was gradually fading. My mom took my sister shopping for her work that afternoon, and I took action. When I entered the same room with them, he was merely listening to music. As I perched on the brink, I expressed my regret for my sister’s actions. He acknowledged that this was his last chance to get her to change and that he thought it would probably not work out. declared that she had let him down once more and that he was sick of her.

When she departed, I inquired whether anyone was in line to pick him up, and he chuckled and replied no. I asked, leaning forward, if he desired the presence of someone.

He was obviously into me but had been keeping it a secret since his entire expression altered. We tasted each other’s mouths as our tongues glided into each other’s and I got on top of him to plant a kiss. His hard on became stuck in his pants and he thrust his hips toward me, pressing against my clad pu**y.

He shoved me into the mattress after we had torn off our clothes. And he buried his enormous c**k inside of me right there in my sister’s childhood bed. I was worried that it wouldn’t fit because it was so large, but as soon as his pink mushroom-shaped head fit inside, I knew I could carry him. He moved inside of me till his balls were pressing against my ass***e and I had absorbed every inch of his c**k. He gave me the best bang of my life. His manhood was incredibly appetizing and touched every part of me that needed to be touched. He thrust his meat into me, leaving bite scars on my neck. Then he entered me, nothing standing between us. Then he entered me, nothing standing between us. Taking his sp**m felt amazing, especially because I knew it was in my sister’s room, on her bed, and on her boyfriend’s manhood.

We heard the door slam to let us know they were home, and I had to waddle back to my room, my pu**y drenched with his c*m. As I was cleaning myself up, I realized that I would never be able to live again without getting back on that monster c**k. He kept his eyes on me during our supper, even though she was putting him down with her usual crap. His mouth is so good that I’m considering riding him next.