Rick And His Dream - part 2 | Family Erotica Stories

Rick lay in his bed that evening, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smirk. The taste of power still lingered sweeter than the memory of Emily’s warm mouth wrapped around his cock. He had cum hard down his big sister’s throat just hours earlier, and instead of deleting the damning evidence from his phone, he had backed it up twice and hidden the files deep. Those screenshots, videos, and explicit Instagram DMs were his golden ticket. Emily was now his secret online sex model slut, and he had no intention of letting her go so easily.

After he finished in her mouth, Emily had wiped her lips, glaring at him with tear-streaked cheeks and pure hatred in her green eyes. “Delete it now, Rick. I did what you wanted.”

He had simply smiled, pulling up his pants. “Your secret is safe with me, sis… as long as you do exactly what I say from now on. One wrong move, one refusal, and Mom, Dad, your friends, everyone sees what a filthy cam girl you really are. Understood?”

She had protested, begged, even threatened to scream, but nothing worked. Rick held all the cards. Defeated, Emily had nodded silently, her body still trembling from the humiliating act.

Their parents returned home late that afternoon, full of stories about their romantic getaway. The house returned to its normal rhythm—family dinner, light conversation, Emily avoiding Rick’s gaze across the table while forcing smiles. She wore a baggy hoodie and leggings, trying to hide every curve that Rick now knew intimately. To outsiders, everything looked perfectly normal. But beneath the surface, the tension crackled. Rick’s cock twitched every time he glanced at her full lips, remembering how they had stretched around him.

Night fell. The house grew quiet. Their parents’ bedroom door clicked shut around 11 PM. Rick waited another hour, heart pounding with anticipation. The dream from the previous night still burned in his mind—Emily as a complete slut—and now he was ready to turn fantasy into reality.

He slipped out of bed in just his boxers, his thick cock already half-hard. Silently, he crept down the hallway to Emily’s room. The door was unlocked. He eased it open and stepped inside. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over her sleeping form. Emily lay on her back, wearing a loose tank top that had ridden up to expose her flat stomach and a pair of soft pink cotton panties. Her long chestnut hair spilled across the pillow, and her chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm.

Rick’s breath caught. This was his sister—beautiful, forbidden, and completely under his control. He climbed onto the bed carefully, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lay beside her, close enough to feel her body heat. For a long moment he just watched her peaceful face, then his hand moved downward. Slowly, teasingly, he cupped her mound over the thin fabric of her panties. His fingers rubbed in gentle circles, pressing against her warm pussy lips through the cotton.

Emily stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion turning instantly to shock and anger as she felt his hand between her legs. “Rick! What the fuck?!” she hissed, grabbing his wrist and trying to shove him away. “Get out of my room! Are you insane? Mom and Dad are right down the hall!”

He didn’t stop rubbing. His fingers pressed firmer, tracing the outline of her slit. “Shhh, sis. Remember our deal. You do what I want, or everyone knows your dirty little secret. Those nudes, those videos of you fingering your tight pussy for strangers… all it takes is one message from me.”

Emily’s face flushed deep red. She was furious, her body tense, but the threat froze her. “I already sucked your dick this morning. That was supposed to be it. Please… just leave me alone.”

Rick leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “This morning was only the beginning, Emily. I want more. I want to feel your pussy. I’m going to fuck you tonight, sis. I’m going to slide my cock inside you and make you take every inch.”

Her eyes widened in panic. “No! Rick, no way. That’s too far. I’ll… I’ll blow you again right now if you want. I’ll use my mouth, my hands, whatever. Just don’t put it inside me. Please, I’m your sister!”

He ignored her pleas. With his free hand, he pinned her wrists above her head gently but firmly. His other hand slipped inside her panties, finding her smooth, shaved pussy—the same one she showed off online. She was warm, and despite her protests, a hint of wetness greeted his fingers as he stroked her clit.

“Stop fighting it, Em. Your body already knows what it wants.” He kissed her neck, sucking lightly while his fingers explored deeper, parting her folds and circling her entrance.

Emily squirmed, biting her lip to stifle any sounds. “This is wrong… so fucking wrong…” But her breathing grew heavier. Rick continued his slow, deliberate teasing, rubbing her clit with practiced pressure until her hips began to betray her, rocking subtly against his hand.

He pulled her panties down her long legs and tossed them aside. Then he removed his boxers, his rock-hard 7-inch cock springing free, throbbing with need. Emily stared at it, fear and reluctant fascination mixing in her gaze.

“Rick… please don’t cum inside me,” she whispered desperately. “I’m not on the pill right now. Just pull out if you have to do this.”

He positioned himself between her spread thighs, rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down her slick pussy lips. “We’ll see, sis. But tonight, this pussy is mine.”

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Rick pushed inside her. Emily gasped sharply, her walls stretching around his girth. He groaned in pure pleasure—the tightness, the forbidden heat of his own sister’s cunt enveloping him was overwhelming. Inch by inch he sank deeper until he was buried to the balls in her wet pussy.

“Fuck, Emily… you feel incredible,” he moaned, staying still for a moment to savor it.