Fira sat in her room, eyes glued to the screen of her phone. On it was Izull's latest TikTok video, one that showcased his toned physique as he worked out at the gym. He wore flimsy gym shorts that clung to his muscular thighs and left very little to the imagination. Fira's breath caught in her throat as she zeroed in on the bulge between his legs, a plump tubular shaft and a mushroom-shaped tip clearly visible through the fabric.
Heart full of gratitude, Fira silently thanked Allah for blessing her with such a handsome older brother to secretly lust after. For months now, forbidden desires had been simmering inside her, growing more intense with each passing day. She yearned to feel Izull's strong body against her own, to have his thick cock fill her up in ways no one else ever could.
Fira knew her feelings were wrong, that society would condemn her if they knew. But try as she might, she couldn't suppress the wanton need coursing through her veins. It consumed her to the point where she hardly ate or slept, her mind constantly fixated on Izull.
A plan began to form as her eyes remained locked on his crotch. Fira had to make Izull hers, consequences be damned. She would seduce him, wear down his resistance until he took her virginity and made her a woman. It would be a challenge, winning over such a protective older brother. But Fira was nothing if not determined.
That night, Izull came home from work late as usual. As he passed by Fira's room, he paused at the inviting sight of her splayed out on the bed, wearing only a thin nightgown. "Atih, cover up! What if someone sees you like that?" he scolded.
"Who's going to see? It's just us here, Alang" Fira purred, batting her lashes. She patted the space beside her. "Come sit with me for a bit. I'm lonely."
Izull hesitated. He shouldn't, he knew. But his baby sister's plea tugged at his heartstrings. Sighing, he perched on the edge of the mattress. "Five minutes. That's all."
Fira smiled slyly as she snuggled up to him. Her hand crept across the sheets to rest high up on his thigh. "Mmmh, you're so warm, Alangl. And so hard." Her slim fingers danced along the inseam of his pants.
A jolt of electricity shot through Izull at her brazen touch. He knew he should put a stop to this, but Fira's scent invaded his senses, an intoxicating mix of flowers and forbidden musk. "Adik, don't..." he groaned.
But she wasn't deterred. In one swift motion, she straddled Izull's lap, grinding her barely-covered mound against the growing tent in his trousers. "I want you, Alang. I've wanted you for so long," Fira moaned, yanking her nightgown up to her waist and revealing her glistening bare pussy.
Izull's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the erotic sight. Still, his protective instincts warred with his skyrocketing lust. "Atih, we can't! I'm your brother. It's not right..."
But she silenced his protests with a searing kiss, tongue delving past his lips to twine with his own. Izull's resolve crumbled. He hauled Fira flush against him and took control of the kiss, plundering her mouth with a desperate hunger.
They made quick work of shedding the rest of their clothes, a tangle of eager limbs on the bed. Izull lavished attention on Fira's pert breasts, suckling the rosy tips until she writhed beneath him. Lower, he kissed a trail down her belly to the swollen lips of her sex, lapping at the dewy petals until she bucked wildly.
"Fuuuck, Alang! Please, I need you inside me!" Fira wailed.
He needed no further urging. Poising his thick cock at her entrance, Izull thrust to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Fira's virgin pussy stretched deliciously around him, hot and tight and wet. He nearly came right then at the feel of her.
"Shit, I can't - I'm going to..." Izull gritted out.
But Fira clung to him, heels digging into his pumping ass. "Yes, give it to me! Fill me up with your cum, Alang! Make me yours!"
Their coupling was frantic, feral, a clash of sweaty bodies and stuttering moans. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh filled the room as Izull pounded into Fira's sopping cunt without restraint. She sobbed brokenly beneath him, tears of pleasure streaking her cheeks.
Abruptly, Izull wrenched Fira's hips up and slammed in to the root one last time. His cock jerked and pulsed as he emptied his heavy balls deep inside her, painting her clutching pussy walls white with spurt after spurt of cum. Fira howled, back bowing as she came apart beneath him, her pussy milking Izull for every last drop.
Boneless and spent, the siblings collapsed in a tangle on the bed, clothes scattered haphazardly around them. Izull gathered Fira close, both of them gasping for air. He pressed his face into her hair, overwhelmed by a rush of emotion.
"Atih" he rasped. "What have we done?"
Fira just smiled lazily up at him, eyes dark with satisfaction. "We've made each other complete, Alang. I'm exactly where I'm meant to be - in your arms."
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