Love It So Much Omg

love it so much omg

“You can do this, honey.” Daddy’s voice was low, gravelly, and so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath against my skin. His large hands pinned my wrists behind my back, holding me firmly in place on the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, and my entire body was trembling. Why was I trembling?

“You need to help your brother,” he continued, his tone soft but insistent. “How else is he supposed to learn how to please a woman? How else is he going to find a nice lady to date, huh?”

I could feel my brother’s eyes on me, heavy and intent, from where he stood in front of me. His shirt was off, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, and his jeans were already undone, hanging low on his hips. His cock was hard, fully exposed, and big. My stomach twisted in knots as he stepped closer, his gaze flickering down to where my legs were spread—open and bare, just like Daddy had told me to be.

“You’re gonna be good for him, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Daddy’s voice was almost a purr now, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. God, why did that make me shiver?

I nodded weakly, my throat too dry to speak. My brother’s hand brushed against my thigh, and I flinched, the touch sending a jolt through me. He hesitated, his eyes searching mine for… something. Reassurance? Permission? I wasn’t sure.

“It’s okay,” Daddy murmured, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to remind me he was there. “She’s ready, son. She wants to help you. Don’t you, baby?”

I nodded again, my voice still trapped somewhere deep inside me. My brother’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the wetness between my legs, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. His touch was tentative, almost cautious, but it still sent a wave of heat through me that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Good girl,” Daddy whispered, his voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place. Pride? Satisfaction? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way my brother’s fingers were moving now, circling my clit with a rhythm that made my breath hitch.

“You’re so wet,” my brother murmured, his voice almost reverent. “Is this… is this because of me?”

I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, because Daddy’s lips were on my neck now, his beard scratching against my skin in a way that made me shudder. His hands released my wrists, sliding around to cup my breasts instead, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

“She’s always been a good girl,” Daddy said, his voice rough. “Always so eager to help. Aren’t you, honey?”

I nodded again, my body trembling as my brother’s fingers dipped inside me, stretching me open in a way that made my toes curl. God, why did it feel so good?

“Take her,” Daddy urged, his hands moving to grip my hips, holding me steady. “Show her how much you appreciate her.”

My brother’s eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, I thought he might stop. But then he was moving, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance, and I clenched my teeth, bracing myself for the inevitable.

“Relax,” Daddy whispered, his hands massaging my hips in slow, soothing circles. “It’s gonna feel good, baby. You’re gonna love it.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him that this was wrong, that we shouldn’t be doing this, but the words never made it past my lips. My brother’s cock pressed against me, the tip sinking in slowly, and I gasped, my back arching as he filled me inch by inch.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his hands moving to my shoulders, holding me steady. “Take it all, baby. Take it like a good girl.”

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that I couldn’t quite untangle. My brother’s cock was thick, stretching me in ways I hadn’t been stretched before, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips.

“You feel amazing,” my brother groaned, his hands gripping my thighs as he pushed deeper. “So tight… so fucking wet.”

“She’s all yours,” Daddy said, his voice thick with something I didn’t want to name. “Take her. Make her yours.”

My brother’s hips snapped forward, and I cried out, my body jerking as he buried himself fully inside me. The pain was sharp, almost blinding, but it was quickly overtaken by the relentless waves of pleasure that followed.

“That’s it,” Daddy murmured, his hands moving to my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

My brother started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but growing harder and faster with each passing second. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the soft moans and gasps that I couldn’t seem to hold back.

“You’re doing so good,” Daddy whispered, his lips brushing against my ear again. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Such a good girl.”

I wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him that this wasn’t right, but the words never came. All I could do was hold on, my nails digging into the mattress as my brother’s pace quickened, his cock hitting that spot inside me with every thrust.

“You’re gonna make me come,” my brother groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck, you’re so tight…”

“Do it,” Daddy urged, his voice low and commanding. “Fill her up, son. Show her what it means to be a real woman.”

My brother’s thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing inside me as he reached his climax. I felt it the moment he came, the warm flood of his release filling me in a way that made my head spin.

“Good girl,” Daddy murmured, his hands smoothing over my body in a way that felt almost… reassuring. “You did so good, baby. So fucking good.”

My brother pulled out slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he collapsed onto the bed beside me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, warm and sticky against my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“You’re such a good sister,” Daddy whispered, his lips brushing against my temple. “Always so willing to help. Always so perfect.”

I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was lie there, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all, as Daddy’s hands continued to move over me, soothing and possessive all at once.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “Both of you. Mine.”