With her pink panties now crumpled around her ankles beneath the sheets, I didn't hesitate. I began cupping her round ass cheeks, my palms warm against the firm, youthfully sculpted flesh. I kneaded the smooth curves with possessive reverence, spreading them slightly to grant me a better angle for my next move. The silk sheet provided a gentle friction, adding to the exquisite tension.

​Then, my fingers worked their way forward, sliding over the smooth skin of her inner thigh until they reached the source of the heat. Her body reacted instantly; even feigning sleep, she let out a tiny, involuntary tremor. I found her pussy—tight, slick, and surprisingly wet with anticipation, the moisture already coating my fingers.

​I dipped two fingers in, gently parting the damp folds of her labia and exploring the narrow entrance. It felt incredibly restrictive, velvety, and hot, gripping my fingers with a thrilling intensity that promised profound tightness. I rotated my fingers, massaging the delicate inner walls with a thoroughness that confirmed she was ready, even if her character wasn't.

​All the while, Willow maintained her impressive pretense of sleep, her chest rising and falling in an even rhythm, though I could feel the powerful tension humming in her muscles.

​I pulled my fingers out, quickly brought my hand to my mouth, and gathered a generous amount of spit. I rubbed this saliva vigorously over the head and shaft of my throbbing cock, slicking myself for entry.

​Then, with my fingers still damp from her wetness, I carefully parted the slick, outer lips of her pussy. I guided the thick, hard head of my cock to the precise, tight opening.

​I paused, letting the blunt pressure of my head tease the threshold of her virgin-tight canal. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch.

​The entrance was intensely restrictive; it felt like pushing through thick, hot satin. Her pussy walls were tight, resilient, and unbelievably hot, gripping my shaft with a fierce, burning friction that was exquisite. I was forced to slide in agonizingly slowly, my cock stretching her tight tissues, claiming the unused space inch by inch.

​I finally buried myself fully inside her. I held still for a moment, letting us both adjust to the stunning depth and tightness.

​Then, I began to thrust. Slowly. Deeply. One stroke. A low, guttural grunt escaped my own lips. Two strokes. The sheet rustled fiercely as her hips involuntarily lifted to meet the force. Three strokes—a final, deliberate push—and then Willow's façade broke.

​A sharp, audible gasp tore from her lips, her eyes flying open in wide, genuine shock and searing pleasure. The moment was captured perfectly by the close-up camera.

"Druski, what... ugh... what are you doing?" she moaned, the words a breathless mixture of genuine pleasure and scripted resistance. She pressed her hands against my chest, attempting a token push away, but her hips were already lifting, betraying her desire.

​I held her gaze, thrusting once more—deep and forceful. "I'm chasing away the nightmares, of course," I stated, my voice low and dominant, infusing the incestuous scenario with a twisted kind of protective passion.

​I pressed my mouth to her ear, sucking on the lobe, savoring the shudder that ran through her body. "You told me you were scared to sleep alone. Well, now you're not alone. My cock is going to keep you company, deep inside you, until the sun comes up. Do you feel safer now, little sister?"

​She couldn't form words; the tight grip of her pussy was too exhilarating, and the rhythm was too demanding. She simply squeezed her eyes shut and let out a soft whimper of surrender, her hands leaving my chest to wrap tightly around my neck, pulling me closer for deeper penetration.

She pushed weakly against my chest one more time, a desperate, last attempt at maintaining the innocent façade. "Stop, Druski! You can't... we shouldn't..." Her words were punctuated by the wet sounds of our intense coupling.

​But even as she spoke, her body was screaming the opposite. Her hips instinctively rose to meet my thrusts, and her thighs clamped down hard on my waist, trapping me inside her tight heat. The friction of her intense resistance against the fierce suction of her pussy walls was driving me wild.

​I leaned in, meeting her desperate, conflicted gaze. "You're lying, Willow," I growled, grinding my hips against her. "Your body wants me, and it doesn't care about the rules. Tell me you want my cock inside your tight pussy, right now!"

​I paused my thrust, holding myself deep inside her, letting the full, agonizing pressure settle.

​She whimpered, her resistance crumbling completely. Her hands released my chest and flew up to clutch the silk headboard above us. "Yes! Don't stop! I want you, Druski! It feels so good... fuck me!" she finally screamed, her voice breaking on the admission of pure, forbidden desire.

​The moment of total surrender was captured perfectly by the camera, and I resumed my thrusts with renewed, brutal intensity.

​The dam had broken. With her verbal surrender, all pretense of resistance evaporated, replaced by a raw, feverish demand. I responded instantly, accelerating my thrusts from a steady pounding to a furious, relentless drive.

​She was writhing beneath me, her small body arching off the mattress with every deep penetration. Her legs tightened around my waist, urging me deeper, faster. The fierce, virgin-like tightness of her pussy was a constant, mind-numbing squeeze around my thickness, a sensation that bordered on pain yet fueled my pleasure relentlessly.

​"That's it, step sister," I panted, my voice thick with exertion, staring down at her face—a picture of pure, illicit ecstasy. "Beg for it! Take every forbidden inch! You belong to me tonight!"

​She couldn't form coherent sentences, only screams and moans that communicated pure, unadulterated need. Her nails dug into the sheets and the headboard, riding the chaotic, passionate rhythm I was dictating. The bed began to shake with the violence of our coupling, the sound of wet, tearing suction echoing loudly in the close quarters of the bedroom set.

​I could feel the pressure rapidly escalating, and I knew her climax was imminent. Her entire body suddenly grew taut, her hips rising sharply to meet my next thrust.

The frantic, sustained pressure I was applying, combined with the extreme friction of her tightness, proved too much for her delicate control.

​Her body seized up. Her eyes snapped shut, and her face contorted in a silent, explosive orgasm. A single, powerful, choked scream tore from her throat just as I felt a sudden, massive surge of internal wetness.

​"Oh, God! FUCK!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as her muscles clenched violently around my cock. Simultaneously, a hot, forceful torrent of fluid erupted from her pussy, soaking the sheets beneath her and splashing against my inner thighs. She was squirting, her climax a deluge of pure, unbridled release.

​Even as her hips continued to convulse in the throes of the wet climax, she managed to gasp out her words, eyes still squeezed shut: "Y-yes, Druski! I... I want your babies! Fill me! Keep fucking me!"

​I kept driving into her, feeling the powerful contractions milking every inch of my cock, riding the wave of her spectacular, fluid release.

​Then, before the tremors fully subsided, I grabbed her hips. "You want to ride me? Take control, little sister."

​With a powerful, fluid motion, I rolled my hips and slid out of her. I helped pull her up and immediately positioned her to straddle my hips. Still slick and panting, her pussy slid perfectly over the head of my cock, and she lowered herself onto my length with a wet, sensual sigh, driving me all the way back into her tight, hot core.

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