She hated it, and had told him as much, yet that expression on her face said anything but. Her eyes fluttered lustily as her peachy lips dropped open, and revealed her perfect, white teeth. She’d always been diligent about caring for her body, and out here was no different, though it required more creativity. Her thick, strong thighs curled about him, and she murmured softly, “Remember to be careful.”

  He’d been fucking her ass so frequently since he’d introduced her to it, it was taking its toll and leaving her sore. So instead he thrust into her cunt, yanking back her bra again, putting such strain on that fabric as he squeezed. “Stop worrying,” but this time it was a command, not a request, not an urging. It was a dark command, like she’d been becoming more familiar with as of late, punctuated by the wet slap of his balls striking her ass.

  She wriggled beneath him as she drew him in deep, but she didn’t stop worrying. That pretty little furrow between her brows told him as much, his sweet sister still so concerned. She couldn’t be knocked up, not by her brother, not in the middle of nowhere. Yet already he’d chanced it, and that clench of her hot cunny was so enticing.

  The pace of his rutting grew only grew in intensity. As their experience with sex increased, he only became rougher with time, and his fingers dug into her fleshy mound so hard, squeezing that breast tight as he revelled in that hot slit of his sisters. “Fuck yeah, sis,” he groaned, arching his spine and bearing that beautifully masculine chest of his, so hard with tan muscle. “This pussy was made for my dick,” he husked.

  Her nose crinkled at his crassness. He’d never known her to be so delicate, but she’d been exceptionally shy about their budding sexual relationship, and that was likely the cause. Still, it wasn’t enough to make her legs loosen around his thighs, or for her tiny, desperate breaths to stop.

  Zahra instead arched her back, pressing her large breast into his hand as she felt that hard cock slip inside of her so deeply.

  There was so little to do on the island that wasn’t pure survivalism. But in recent days he’d filled every spare moment with fucking. Pressing her to the sand, or up against a tree, and riding out the days in the hot sun, or beneath the starry skies, with his dick inside her.

  She heard him groan lewdly, his pleasure mounted high, and with some reluctance he pulled his hips back, breaking the lock of her thighs around him.

  That bulging crown of his, such a rich, dark purple, so perfectly sculpted and well defined. It was glossy with her honey, and he moved up, straddled her chest and lifted her head with his hand in her hair. “Suck it, sis,” and it was pure authority on his voice. Not a request.

  It wasn’t like she could resist the pull of his hands anyways, the way he guided her so easily. Her peach lips parted and were so quickly wrapped around his member even as she shifted uncomfortably with the newfound emptiness. Oh, she wanted him so badly, and she sucked him with such enthusiasm. With such affection. It was beautiful to see his twin siphoned around his cock, to see her rewarding him for being such a good boy.

  Her tongue swirled around the bottom of his cock, tasting herself on that thick, throbbing piece, and her hand grasped the base.

  Zach watched every moment of it, and his hand tightened in her hair so that she felt the strands tug in his grasp. “That’s it,” he coaxed hoarsely, forcibly pushing her along that thick length a little faster, a little deeper.

  “Fuck you’ve never looked so good as when your mouth is stuffed with my dick, sis,” the words were almost grunted out in his pleasure.

  She would have protested, and he swore he felt her tongue cluck against his shaft as if to do just that, but instead it just added to the experience. Knowing she was reluctant to his crass nature, to his reminders of their relationship, it only made it that much more tempting to see her take his cock again and again.

  Her eyes watered as he reached the back of her throat and she tried to pull off, but he wouldn’t let her. Zach only pushed further. He crammed that bulbous crown down into her throat so that the flared tip choked off her breath entirely and lodged itself inside her. He gave such a deep groan of satisfaction at that sensation, though the tight lock of it only allowed him to grind his length into her the tiniest of bits. “Yeah sis...” he moaned, “you like it real deep, I know you do.”

  Tears threatened the rims of her eyes as her hands moved from his shaft to his thighs, begging him for relief in the only way she could, yet finding none. He was lodged there so deep, holding her to that raw point of pain and anguish, of panic. He could feel her body squirm and try to struggle away, but he knew it wouldn’t be long and she could have her release. For now, he needed this.

  So as his sister fought his own eyes rolled back into his head and he let out such a deep, satisfied moan as he unleashed his seed into her. It wasn’t the tight warmth of her cunt, but it was damn close. And he held nothing back as he flooded that rich cum straight down into her gullet, all as he crassly called out to her, “Take it, sis. Take it like you’re meant to.”

  It was only when he was satisfied that he heeded her urgent struggles, and yanking that wide cock from her throat, the broad flare got caught for a moment. He almost grew worried for her himself at the delay, but with a tough pull he managed to get it out of her throat with a grunt, leaving her throat raw.

  She coughed and sputtered, saliva and cum spat into the sand as her red face poured tears. She gasped for breath, though he could already tell what her first words would be as her eyes glared daggers at him.

  She sure did have a lot of things she didn’t want him to do.

  It was becoming something of a ritual, awakening in the middle of the night. Zach had used such occurrences as an opportunity to engage Zahra and rut for some time now. The two bodies grinding and fucking then curling up and falling asleep again. Though he’d ridden her so much lately, and her poor ass and throat were raw and sore from it.

  But as he spooned into her backside, he knew he wouldn’t resist. Couldn’t resist. She was his sister, his lover. He had to have her.

  He’d arose with such a hard-on, his cock so thick and full despite the prior days repeated fuckings. As he slid his arm around her to her breasts, that length lodged itself in between her pert, tan ass cheeks.

  She didn’t stir, not then, but her body was so warm. So ready for him. She’d confessed to him how often she had dirty dreams in one of her more giving, open moments and it certainly hadn’t disappointed him yet. Her tanned flesh retained the heat from the day even during the depths of night, and it made her such a joy to curl into.

  Zach felt like he could spend the rest of his life exploring his sister’s luscious body. And in his tired haze he gently–for once–slipped her bra cup away from her teat to tenderly touch it.

  He’d had a thing for lingerie once, but now he realized he was coming to see that bra as purely an impediment. As his dick ground into her ass he was thankful he’d ruined her panties, even if it was by accident.

  It allowed him to angle his hips and press against her cunt without any hassle. Any irritant. It made his sister’s pussy such a sweet, accessible delight.

  She murmured, slowly becoming aware of his body touching against hers, though she was still on the cusp of sleeping. Still uncertain of where the line between reality and dreams began and ended. Her lips parted and she sighed into the still, tropical night, the scent of seawater surrounding them even that far from the coast.

  He’d never shied from waking her before for their midnight trysts, but he felt a bit guilty. He’d rode her so hard lately, and his enthusiasm for tomorrow’s hunt had made him arise even earlier than usual, he thought.

  Instead of prodding her away, he gently caressed her breast, let his cock throb against her slit and murmured quietly. So quietly that even if she were awake she’d be lucky to hear it. “Shh, it’s okay, sis. Don’t worry.”

  Perhaps it reached some part of her subconscious, for her body relaxed and those deep breaths returned to normal, steady and restful as she was so tenderly caressed. Oh, how he loved her. How long had they lusted for one another and resisted the temptation?

  And how sweet was it to finally be able to give in, day after day, fucking his twin so many times.

  Yet he had so much time to make up for.

  As Zahra stilled and drifted off again he reached a free hand down, he cupped one of her pert ass cheeks and lifted it. She was such a fit young woman, and he barely needed to do a thing, but he exposed that slit fully and guided his full crown to the waiting lips beyond. They were moist, as always, some sweet dampness from her dreams lubricating her folds as he gently nudged betwixt them.

  She moaned softly, but it didn’t sound like wakefulness. It was a dreamy haze, a low sound that was barely audible. She didn’t shift away from him, and her body accepted his shaft with such tender need.

  Zahra just didn’t know what was good for her, but he’d help her see.

  His cock was so large, but he slowly slid it up into her, his eyes rolling back into his head at the intense pleasure. Her cunt was truly the best part of her, he thought. Not her ass, nor even the depths of her lavishing mouth and throat could compare to the warm, wet clench of her fertile cunny.

  He’d fuck his sister’s pussy day and night, and never pull out once if she weren’t so stubborn.

  The very thought made his dick swell, and he couldn’t help but tug it out a bit and begin to slowly pump its length into her.

  She needed to learn to let go. Accept things. They were here to stay. They were lovers. She’d have his kid and so what? Men and women had done it that way for thousands of years, and the fact they were brother and sister didn’t change anything.

  Except for how that reminder made his cock throb inside her, that was.

  She rolled into him and for a moment he dreaded the thought that she’d woken up, that she was going to tell him to stop, or be careful, but luck was on his side. She’d had a hard day, his twin. She yelled at him for so long about hurting her throat until finally she exhausted herself, tears still on her face. She hadn’t pushed him away when he spooned into her, though, and how could she stay mad at him?

  He was the only one she had. No matter what he did, the bonds they shared would hold them together. And if not, well, she didn’t have any other choices.

  His strong hand pet her breast, and he couldn’t help but quicken his pace in her cunt a little more. The lewd, perverse thoughts filling his head making it so much more pleasurable. She was already slick, silken joy to feel.

  He knew, once she was swollen with her brother’s child, she’d get over her worries. Her inhibitions. He just had to get her there to that point... and his cock throbbed inside her as his release approached inside her slumbering body. That hand of his clenched her tight a little too tight, squeezing that hard nipple atop it as he moved.

  She groaned at the sharp, sudden sensation, but her mind was still hazy. She murmured some half word and shifted, feeling his chest against her shoulders before she could make sense of the rest. She should have known, she should have immediately understood what he was doing, but instead a weak ‘huh?’ was the only thing she could manage.

  He stilled his rutting, but what was already set in motion was too late to stop. As he cuddled her naked form against himself, his cock spasmed, and it disgorged such a thick, generous load of his virile, young seed. Despite his stillness, it was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had, and he filled her with that rich cum, pumping it directly to her uttermost depths, coating that barrier of her cervix.

  She was barely aware of what that jerking meant, but her body stiffened against him.

  It was a long few moments before she spoke, and he thought she’d fallen asleep once more with how deep her breathing had gotten. Instead, she murmured in a sleepy voice, “Zach, why’d you do that?”

  He was caught. But he didn’t show anything but control as he squeezed her in his arms and kissed her neck. “It’s what’s for the best, sis,” he murmured in his post coital voice. “You have to let go.”

  “I told you not to,” she said, but it didn’t sound like she was going to break into tears, at least. “You betrayed my trust.”

  “No sis,” he said firmly, and his still hard cock was lodged inside her. “I’m doing what’s best for you. For us,” and his strong grip held her tight. “We’ve left the world behind. For good. It’s time you got a grip on that,” he husked. “There’s no going back. We’re gonna make a life... a family, for ourselves here.”

  There was another few moments of quiet, but then her breathing slowed. She relaxed against him, and he had no idea how, but she’d fallen back asleep, even with his cock softening from her wet sex.

  Maybe she thought it was all a dream. Or maybe, he hoped, she’d finally accepted it.

  As he settled into the sleep himself he murmured, “This is how it’ll be from now on.”

  Zach wiped the sweat from his brow. Crouched in the hot bushes the heat seemed unbearable. Though perhaps it was equal parts stress and exhaustion. The boar had chased him once, but things hadn’t quite worked out as planned.

  He got away from the big beast, but she might still be around. Still stalking him, because he hadn’t gotten that far from her piglets.

  With the spear grasped tightly in his hand he stored up his courage. He had to do this, he told himself. Had to return back to Zahra with the dead boar in tow to prove he could provide for her. Do anything necessary.

  The sound of snuffling emanated from behind him and he knew she was nearby.

  There was no more time for hesitation, and he spun around and up, brandishing his spear. She saw him then clearly, a good three dozen meters off and getting ready to charge. “Come get me if you can,” he bellowed and slashed with his spear before abruptly turning and running.

  His hard raced, his naked, toned body pumping its muscles as he tore through the jungle. He could hear the boar hot on his tail and knew if he wasn’t smart as well as quick she’d be on him.

  Time almost slowed for him, the heat of the midday sun pounding upon him, the humidity in the jungle so high he was practically drinking the air rather than breathing it.

  He heard her closing in on him, knew he was running out of time. But then...

  He leapt!

  The boar crashed into the wall of spears he’d created, goring herself with a loud, piercing shriek.

  A good couple hours were passed by the time Zahra saw Zach hauling the large boar into the grotto. Blood was on his hands and spattered lightly about his nude, bronzed form. Despite the frightening scene, he looked triumphant. The exhaustion of a long day of exertion not showing as he hauled his prize before her and leaned on his spear.

  “How come you have all the fun?” she asked, but he could see something lingering beneath that sarcastic smile and annoyed stare. She was proud of him, happy for his success, but still she clung to the ways of the past, how they treated one another under their parents roof.

  It wasn’t going to be an easy transformation, it felt, yet she hadn’t said anything about his moonlit indiscretions. She moved towards him and touched her hand to his bicep, wincing a bit, “It’s already dry. You gotta go for a swim while I clean her up.”

  Zahra had never shied from dirty work, or from preparing animals. She’d always been pretty rough and tumble, even though she got along well with her girlfriends. She just managed to walk that line of being likeable.

  Zach grinned toothily but kissed her hard as he grabbed hold of her arms, heedless of the messy state he was in. “Just providing for you,” he husked so deeply, and she felt his manhood prod against her own tan flesh, the thrill of the hunt left him aroused and hard still.

  She was used to it, by now. That constant, insistent need. He’d left her body sore and torn for days, his cock so much more resilient than her, and she almost sighed. Yet she didn’t.

  That loving, lusty gaze in her eyes spoke to her own need and yearning as well, even though she had trouble keeping up with his youthful, male virility. “You need a swim.”

  That look on his face said otherwise though. She’d got to know this new brother of hers, so cocky, so assertive and controlling. That look in his emerald eyes was magnified a dozen fold, so deep with lust and command. “Not before I celebrate,” he said, and she felt him tug at her bra before she saw it, his strong hands tearing the material off her. The wear-and-tear of the past months on the island had left it vulnerable to his harshness.

  She winced, but didn’t protest. Perhaps she simply knew that it was a matter of time. Perhaps he was wearing her down, and she fluttered her dark lashes over her eyes for that moment that he bared her large, tanned tits to his greedy gaze. A flush crossed her chest, rose up her neck to her cheeks, but she was submitting.

  She was giving in.

  Her brother leaned in, head tilted as he forced his tongue deep into her mouth. It was such an invasive, probing kiss. So forceful, so hard. She could feel the vibration of his groan as he tasted her, felt the tight grip of one of his hard hands squeeze a breast.

  It lasted so long, yet seemed so short, for he was pushing her down into the sand before him in no time. His powerful hands on her shoulders forced her head down to eye-level with his throbbing beast of a cock. She could almost swear her brother was bigger than she ever remembered him being. So firm and full, those veins ripe, bulging and pronounced.

  Zahra’s eyes went up to his as her lips first met that throbbing cock, her hand pointing it towards herself. She didn’t warn him to be careful, or threaten him not to go too far. Even after the last time when he had gotten carried away.

  His sister’s blonde hair cascaded over her neck and back, and she looked so incredible. So beautiful. If ever there was someone he had to spend the rest of his days with, he couldn’t have asked for someone better.

  Her looks were so similar to his with her golden flesh and her flaxen hair, those sea-air waves making her look like a swimsuit model, but for the fact that he’d rid her of all her clothing. She was left entirely bare to him, to the elements, so deliciously exposed and for the taking as her mouth ran down his cock, suckling him gently.

 

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