They have already passed the point of no return and with his Serena desperate for release, what kind of brother would Eric be if he didn't give her what he knew she wanted?
Gossip Girl - Mine
Eric was still inside her.
Only minutes earlier, he had watched his sister come apart on his cock for the first time—watched her shatter, heard her broken cry, felt her body milking him in helpless waves. The quiet that followed had been almost as intense as the sex itself. She had told him not to pull out. She had shifted under him, still sensitive, still wanting. And he had stayed right where he was, buried deep, one hand on her waist, trying to remember how to breathe.
The night had started with blackmail and a closed laptop. It had become comfort, then a massage, then the slow, irreversible slide of his cock into her. Now the first line had already been crossed; what remained was hunger. Hers and his. And the simple, dangerous fact that neither of them was finished.
Serena’s body still fluttered around him in soft aftershocks. Every small movement sent fresh heat through his shaft. He could feel how wet she still was, how open she had become for him. The red marks from his hand glowed on her ass. Her messy blonde hair clung to her neck. When she looked back at him over her shoulder, there was no panic left in her eyes. Only raw want.
Eric’s grip tightened on her hips as his eyes dropped to her ass. The skin there carried a clear red blush where his hand had landed hard only minutes ago. He softened his touch and began rubbing the marks in slow, careful circles, easing the burn. Serena moaned at the gentler contact, the sound low and grateful. Her back flexed under his hands. Her hips kept moving in the tiniest rhythm, pushing back onto him and then easing forward again so that his thick cock slid through the wet heat that still gripped him. Fresh wetness coated every inch of his shaft and dripped down onto his thighs.
Fuck, she felt amazing. His cock throbbed hard inside her, the pulse matching the rapid beat of his heart. He wanted to come so badly it bordered on pain, yet the thought of finishing and losing this made something tighter twist in his chest. God, he did not want this to end. He did not want to pull out. He did not want the night to return to normal. He wanted to stay buried in her for as long as she would let him.
His gaze traveled slowly up the elegant line of her spine, across the curve of one shoulder, through the messy tangle of honey-blonde hair that clung to her neck and cheek. Then he looked higher and met her eyes for the first time since he had first pushed inside her.
Serena had turned her face just enough to look back at him over her shoulder. What he found there stopped his breath. There was no panic left. No shame. Only raw, open lust staring straight into him. Her pupils were blown wide. Her lips stayed parted around soft, shaky breaths. The same girl who had once ruled every room on the Upper East Side was looking at her brother like she wanted him to ruin her all over again.
Eric’s hands tightened on her hips. The desire that rose in him then was darker and deeper than anything the video had stirred. He wanted to keep her exactly like this. Open. Soft. Looking at him with that expression while he fucked her through another orgasm and then another. He wanted to hear her say his name in that broken voice until neither of them could pretend this was still a mistake.
Her eyes opened wide as he slid all the way back into her. The boyish grin she had known since they were kids crossed his face, the same one he always wore when he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t. Her body still shook from the last orgasm, and the fresh stretch lit every nerve on fire all over again.
“Ooohhh!”
The sound left her mouth needy and dirty while she watched him.
“I love watching you as I fuck you,” Eric said.
It was the dirtiest thing she had ever heard him say. God, it turned her on.
“Then I better give you something to watch, you pervert,” she said with her own sly grin.
Serena twisted her body out of his grip and pulled forward. His large wet cock slipped free, shiny and heavy in the low light of the studio. Damnit, he was huge. She stared at it for a second, still breathing hard, then leaned in. Her tongue came out while her eyes stayed locked on his. She dragged the flat of it slowly up the underside of his shaft.
His cock twitched hard against the soft heat of her tongue.
“Open wide, sis,” Eric moaned, staring down at her.
Serena opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the thick head, then took him deeper. She began to move, head sliding back and forth along his length. Eric’s hand settled in her messy hair and guided her farther down his shaft.
Serena’s mouth stretched wide around the thick girth of him. Eric pushed deeper until the head of his cock slid into the back of her throat. Her small hand stayed wrapped tight around the base of his shaft, holding what she could not take. She set a steady rhythm, head sliding back and forth along his length. Each time she pulled up her cheeks hollowed, the wet suction loud and filthy in the quiet studio as she cleaned every glistening inch of him. Spit ran down his cock and over her fingers. The dirty sounds of it filled the small room.
“You are so good at sucking my cock, Serena,” Eric said, voice rough.
He tightened his grip in her hair and started thrusting into her mouth with more force. The pace climbed fast. Wet, choking sounds filled the air every time he pushed deeper. Serena’s eyes watered, but she stayed open for him, letting him use her throat.
“That’s it. Take it. Fucking take every inch.”
He fucked her face harder, hips snapping forward. Spit spilled from the corners of her stretched lips and dripped onto her bare breasts. Eric watched it all with dark, hungry eyes.
“Look at you. My perfect sister on her knees, choking on my cock. You love this, don’t you? Love how I fill your throat.”
Serena made a muffled, needy sound around him. The vibration made his cock throb. He groaned and pushed even deeper, holding her there for a second so she had to swallow around the head.
“Fuck—yes. Swallow it. Good girl.”
He pulled back just enough to let her breathe, then drove in again, setting a relentless rhythm. The wet slap of his hips against her face mixed with her gagging and the filthy suck of her mouth. Eric’s voice stayed low and filthy the whole time.
“You’re going to make me come like this if you keep sucking me so well. Is that what you want? Want me to flood your throat?”
Serena pushed off of him, gasping as she leaned back. A thin strand of spit still connected her lower lip to the head of his cock. She looked up at him and smiled, then wiped her pouty, flushed lips with one finger.
“Sit down, you dirty boy,” she said, patting the couch cushion beside her.
Eric obeyed without thinking, dropping onto the couch like a trained puppy waiting for his treat.
Serena climbed over him, knees on either side of his thighs. She was face to face with her brother, both of them breathing hard and staring into each other’s eyes.
Serena crossed her arms and gripped the bottom of the white undershirt. She pulled it straight up and over her head in one smooth motion. Eric watched every second of it. As the fabric cleared her chest, her full breasts swung free and hung heavily in front of him, the soft teardrop shape of them catching the low light of the studio. Her nipples were already tight.
The shirt cleared her head, and her curly honey-blonde hair tumbled down around her bare shoulders in messy waves. She tossed the shirt aside without looking where it landed. It hit the floor somewhere near the desk. For a moment she stayed straddling him completely naked, chest rising and falling with each breath while he stared up at her.
Eric reached down and shoved the black boxer-briefs the rest of the way off. He kicked them down his legs and off his feet in a hurried motion, never taking his eyes off her body. The second he was free, his hands came up and cupped the full weight of her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples as he squeezed gently, feeling the soft give of her flesh against his palms.
Serena’s hips rolled forward at the touch. The wet heat of her pussy dragged along the length of his bare cock in a slow grind that made both of them inhale sharply. She leaned down while she did it, closing the small distance between their faces, and pressed her mouth to his.
“I love you,” Eric said against her lips, the words low and rough.
Serena giggled softly at the confession, the sound warm and surprised, then kissed him again. This time her mouth opened and their tongues met, sliding against each other in a deeper, slower rhythm while her hips kept moving over him and his hands stayed locked on her breasts.
Their kiss broke. Serena reached down between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft, angling the thick head upward until it rested against her entrance.
“Eric, I can’t believe you are this hard for me. I can’t believe how perfectly we were made for each other.”
His hands stayed on her breasts. He found her nipples and pinched them lightly, teasing the tight peaks between his fingers just as he felt the soft notch of her pussy catch on the tip of him. Eric grinned against her mouth, kissed her once more, then whispered against her lips.
“Show me how badly you want it.”
Serena lowered herself. Sliding down this fat shaft as she sank down onto him, her mouth falling open in a long, broken gasp as her walls stretched wide around the heavy girth.
“Fuuucckk, I want it.”
They stared into each other’s eyes the entire time. The slow slide felt endless. Every ridge of his cock dragged along her sensitive inner walls, forcing her open until she sat fully seated on his lap, completely filled. The pressure was deep and perfect, the kind of stretch that made her thighs tremble and her breath stutter.
For a second neither of them moved.
Then Serena lifted her hips and dropped hard.
She rose and slammed back down, taking every thick inch in one reckless stroke. A broken moan tore out of her. Her hands braced on his chest as she started riding him fast—short, desperate bounces that made her tits bounce and the wet slap of skin fill the room.
The large mirror across the room caught their reflection.
She saw it clearly: her naked body bouncing on her brother’s cock, his hands locked on her waist, both of them flushed and wrecked. The sight only made her hotter. She didn’t freeze. She fucked him harder, eyes locked on the reflection while she moaned and begged.
“Fuck—look at us—oh god, Eric, don’t stop—”
Eric followed her gaze, saw the same filthy proof, and growled. His hands tightened on her hips and he thrust up to meet her, hard and deep, matching her reckless pace. The couch creaked under them. She kept slamming down, taking him to the root every time, moaning louder, begging for more while they both watched her take it.
Their skin met in loud, wet slaps. Serena’s head tipped back for a second before she forced her eyes open again so she could keep looking at him. The intensity climbed fast. What had started as a slow, careful descent turned into a desperate, grinding ride, both of them chasing the next wave with open mouths and locked eyes.
Eric kept one hand firm on the small of her back, supporting her as he drove upward to meet every downward stroke. He savored every sound she made, every tremor of surrender that passed through her.
“Tell me you want me!” he said, watching her, her head tipped back and her breasts bouncing.
“Yes! Oh god, I want this! I want you!”
He thrust up harder, burying himself to the root. Serena cried out in pure pleasure.
“Serena, this is where you belong. Here. Riding my cock.”
“Oh god, I love your cock, Eric. I love how perfect you feel!”
Eric watched her face closely and saw the familiar change take hold. Her eyes went hazy. Her mouth fell open around short, gasping breaths. The same look she had worn right before she came the first time. She was close again.
Fuck, he loved fucking her. He loved every broken sound she made while she took him. He gripped her tighter, pulling her down onto his thrusts, determined to push her straight over the edge.
“Oh god, Eric, yes! Yes!”
Eric rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion. Serena’s legs fell open around his hips. Her arms locked around his neck, pulling him down until their faces were only inches apart. Their eyes stayed locked as he began to pound into her.
The tempo climbed fast. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His muscular body drove his thick cock between her thighs with relentless force. Each impact shoved her higher on the couch cushions. Serena’s face turned from side to side against the fabric as she screamed, unable to hold the sounds in.
Eric leaned down until his mouth brushed her ear.
“I want you to cum all over my cock again. Show me that you’re mine!”
His hips moved faster than her racing heartbeat. The wet, heavy slap of skin on skin filled the small studio. Serena’s screams grew louder with every deep stroke, her voice breaking into raw, desperate cries.
The tension in the moment was almost unbearable. Every muscle in Eric’s body was coiled tight with the need to keep her right there, balanced on the edge. He could feel the way her pussy fluttered and gripped him harder the closer she got. Owning her pleasure like this hit him deeper than the physical sensation alone. She was completely open under him, eyes glassy, mouth open, taking everything he gave her. The knowledge that he was the one making his sister come apart this thoroughly, that every scream and every clench belonged to him, sent a dark, fierce satisfaction roaring through his chest. He kept driving into her without mercy, determined to pull the next orgasm out of her body while she stared up at him and took it.
Serena’s mouth fell open. Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts while her eyes stayed locked on his. High-pitched squeals spilled out of her, the sound telling him exactly how much tension she was holding back. Her pussy gripped him so tightly that every thrust grew harder than the last, the resistance almost too much, but Eric was determined.
He could feel his balls churning, heavy and tight. Every stroke sent a sharp pulse through his cock. He pushed himself faster and faster. Serena’s legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him deeper, letting the base of his shaft grind against her clit with each impact.
“Yes yes yes yes!” she screamed as she shattered underneath him.
She kept staring up at him while he refused to slow down, fucking her straight through it even faster. Her body shook harder than before. Her back arched clean off the couch as she came on her brother’s cock exactly the way he had told her to. The climax ripped through her in violent waves, her walls fluttering and milking him without mercy.
She could feel how close he was too. All she could do was hold on, arms locked around his neck, legs trembling around his hips, while the aftershocks kept rolling through her and he kept driving into her shaking body.
Eric felt her entire body shudder beneath him. The tight, rhythmic contractions of her orgasm milked his thick shaft in strong, greedy pulses, as if her body itself was begging to be claimed. He stared down at her. Their eyes met and held, exchanging the same unspoken understanding of what was about to happen. The inevitable end of this passionate, forbidden tryst.
He fucked her eagerly through the last of her aftershocks, chasing his own release. It was right there on the horizon, building fast and heavy at the base of his spine.
“I’m gonna cum inside of you, Serena.”
“Do it! Claim me! Fill me!” she answered, voice soft with awe as she held him tighter.
“You’re mine.”
There was no doubt in his eyes when he said it. He thrust forward one final time, driving himself as deep as he could go until the head of his cock pressed firmly against her quivering cervix. Then he let go.
The first thick rope of heat flooded her. Eric’s face tightened with pure pleasure as he held himself buried to the root.
“Fuck yeah! Take it! Take all of it!”
Serena watched him the entire time. Her mouth stayed open, her breath hot against his cheek, her eyes locked on his face while he came. Rope after rope of his seed pumped into her, each pulse hotter and heavier than the last. She felt every spurt fill her deeper, the warmth spreading inside her as he claimed her completely.
At that moment, all she could think was how handsome he looked, losing control for her. Her quiet little brother, the last person she should ever have like this, was pouring everything he had into her body while staring straight into her eyes. She kept holding him, kept watching him, and took every drop exactly the way he told her to.
They stayed locked together for several long minutes, neither of them willing to move. Eric remained buried deep inside her while their bodies cooled. Sweat clung to their skin. Both of them were thoroughly satisfied and completely exhausted. The only sound in the small studio was their gradually slowing breath.
Almost at the same moment, they leaned forward. Their mouths met in a deep, open kiss that felt deliberate. Tongues slid slowly against each other as if they were sealing a quiet pact. The kiss said this had not been a mistake. It was real. And it would not be the last time.
When they finally broke apart, Eric rested his forehead against hers for a few more seconds before carefully pulling out. Serena made a soft sound at the loss. He shifted to the side and gathered her against his chest. She curled into him without hesitation, one leg still draped over his hip, her face pressed to the damp skin of his shoulder.
For a while neither of them spoke. The city lights outside the single window cast a faint glow across the room. The closed laptop still sat on the desk, the threat that had brought her here temporarily forgotten. Serena’s fingers traced idle patterns on his chest. Eric’s hand moved slowly up and down her bare back.
Eventually she lifted her head just enough to look at him.
“What happens now?” she asked, voice quiet.
Eric brushed a strand of messy hair away from her face.
“We figure it out,” he said. “Together.”
She nodded and settled back against him. Outside, the Upper East Side continued on as if nothing had changed. Inside the small studio, everything had.
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They fell asleep tangled together, her head on his chest, one of his arms locked around her waist as if he was afraid she might disappear in the night.
In the gray early morning light, Serena woke first. The studio was quiet. Soft light filtered through the single window and settled across the bed. She stayed still for a long moment, looking at Eric while he slept. His face was younger in rest, the intensity of the night gone. Her eyes moved over the faint red marks her nails had left on his shoulders, then down to her own skin. There were fingerprints on her hips, a tender heat still lingering between her legs, and the memory of him buried deep inside her.
Across the room the laptop sat closed on the desk, the threat inside it unchanged. Serena felt the weight of it, yet stronger than the fear was the solid warmth of his body against hers. She felt protected. She also felt claimed—thoroughly, deeply, in every way that mattered.
Eric stirred. His arm tightened around her automatically, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip hard enough to leave new marks. She did not pull away. Instead, she traced a single finger slowly down the center of his chest and spoke in a voice that was soft but completely clear.
“Can I stay with you again tonight?”
His eyes opened at once, fully awake. He looked at her for a long second, taking in the words, the flush still on her cheeks, the way her body was already pressing closer. A dark, satisfied heat moved through him. He tightened his grip on her hip, pulling her more firmly against the half-hard length of him, and let the truth settle between them.
He was going to make her beg for it.
Beg to stay.
Beg to be his dirty little slut again.
“Stay,” he said, the word soft but absolute. His hand slid up her back, holding her against his chest. “I don’t want you anywhere else.”
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