Rick And His Dreams - Part 3 | Family Erotica Stories

The morning after Rick had claimed his sister’s tight pussy and finished on her face, the Thompson household tried its best to maintain the illusion of normalcy. Sunlight streamed into the spacious suburban kitchen where the family gathered for breakfast. Their parents, still buzzing from their recent romantic getaway, chatted animatedly about upcoming work projects and neighborhood gossip. Rick sat across from Emily, outwardly the picture of a respectful younger brother, but his eyes held a dark, possessive hunger that only she could see.

Emily wore a loose oversized t-shirt and soft cotton shorts that hugged her wide, juicy hips and thick ass—the very assets that had made her so successful as an online sex model. She kept her head down, pushing scrambled eggs around her plate, her long chestnut hair partially hiding the flush on her cheeks. Every time their parents’ attention drifted, Rick struck with calculated boldness.

While Mom turned to rinse her coffee mug at the sink, Rick’s hand shot under the table, sliding up Emily’s smooth thigh and cupping her mound firmly over her shorts. His fingers pressed against her pussy lips, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. Emily’s fork clattered against her plate. She shot him a panicked glare, her green eyes wide with warning, but she didn’t dare make a sound. When Mom glanced back, Rick withdrew his hand innocently, only to bring his glistening fingers to his mouth moments later when Dad stepped out for the newspaper. He locked eyes with Emily and licked them clean, savoring the faint taste of her arousal with a wicked smirk.

“Delicious,” he mouthed silently.

In the hallway near the laundry room, he pinned her against the wall for a brief but intense kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth possessively while one hand slipped inside her shorts, two fingers plunging into her already dampening pussy. He finger-fucked her quickly, curling his digits to hit her G-spot, making her knees buckle. Emily whimpered into the kiss, her body responding despite her mind’s resistance. When he pulled out, he again made her watch as he licked her juices from his fingers, sucking them obscenely.

“Rick… please stop,” she whispered desperately when they had a second alone in the living room. “Mom and Dad are right here. This is dangerous.”

He responded by spinning her around and delivering a sharp, resounding spank to her big, round ass cheek. The impact made her flesh jiggle enticingly. “I’ve never really noticed just how perfect this ass is, sis. So big, so juicy, so fucking smackable. It’s my next target. That tight little virgin asshole is going to swallow every inch of my cock tonight.”

Emily’s face went pale with genuine fear. She had never done anal. Ever. Even during her secret online sessions, when high-paying clients begged and offered hundreds of extra dollars for an ass show, she had always refused. Toys, fingers—nothing had ever gone there. The idea of her own brother forcing it terrified her. “No, Rick. Absolutely not. I’ll suck you again. You can fuck my pussy as much as you want. But my ass is off-limits. Please, I’m begging you.”

Rick just chuckled lowly, spanking her ass once more for good measure, leaving a faint red handprint hidden under her clothes. “We’ll see about that, Em. You know how this works. Your secrets stay safe only if you obey.”

Throughout the rest of the day, the teasing continued relentlessly. Rick cornered her in the upstairs bathroom while their parents were in the garden, making her bend over the sink so he could grind his hard cock against her ass crack through their clothes. He reached around to rub her clit until she was biting her lip to stay quiet. Another time, he pulled her into his room for thirty seconds, lifted her shirt, and sucked hard on her nipples while fingering her from behind. Each encounter left Emily more flustered, wetter, and increasingly anxious about what the night would bring.

By evening, exhaustion and tension hung heavy in the air. Their parents, unaware of anything amiss, turned in early around 10 PM after watching a movie. The house grew deathly quiet. Rick waited in his room until well past midnight, his cock throbbing painfully in his boxers as he reviewed the saved photos and videos of Emily’s secret cam life on his phone. The power made him rock hard.

He crept down the hallway and slipped into Emily’s room without knocking. She was sitting up in bed, wearing nothing but a thin white tank top that strained against her full breasts and tiny pink panties. Her expression was a mix of dread and reluctant resignation.

“Rick… I meant what I said earlier. I’ve never had anything in my ass. It’s going to hurt so bad. Please don’t do this,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

He locked the door behind him and stripped off his clothes, revealing his thick, veiny 7-inch cock already leaking pre-cum. “Strip, sis. That big, juicy, fine ass is mine tonight. All of it. Begging won’t change anything.”

Tears welled in Emily’s eyes, but the blackmail left her no choice. Slowly, she peeled off her tank top, her heavy breasts spilling free, nipples already pebbled. Then she shimmied out of her panties, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy and that magnificent heart-shaped ass that had captivated so many strangers online. Rick drank in the sight, his cock twitching.

He pushed her onto the bed on all fours, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands. Her tiny pink asshole winked at him, untouched and inviting. “God damn, Em. This is going to feel incredible.” He grabbed the bottle of coconut oil she kept for her modeling skin routines and poured a generous stream directly into her ass crack. The cool liquid made her shiver. He rubbed it in thoroughly with his fingers, circling her tight ring before pushing one slick finger inside.

Emily gasped sharply. “It feels weird… burny. Go slower, Rick!”

He added spit directly onto her hole for extra wetness, working it in with his finger, then two, scissoring gently to stretch her. For nearly fifteen minutes he fingered her ass patiently, occasionally rubbing her clit to mix pain with pleasure. Emily’s breathing grew ragged, soft whimpers escaping despite herself.

Finally, Rick coated his throbbing cock liberally with oil and pressed the fat head against her virgin asshole. “Relax and breathe, sis. Push back against me.”

He pushed forward. Emily buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cry as the thick head popped past her tight ring. The stretch was intense, burning, overwhelming. Inch by slow inch, Rick sank deeper into the hottest, tightest hole he had ever felt. “Fuuuuck, Emily… your ass is squeezing me like a vice. So perfect.”

Tears streamed down her face as he bottomed out, balls deep in her virgin ass. He stayed still for a long time, stroking her back, rubbing her clit in slow circles until the pain began to subside into a strange, full pressure. Then he started moving—long, gentle strokes at first, pulling out until just the head remained inside before sliding back in.

As the night wore on and the house remained silent, Rick’s inner animal fully awakened. His thrusts grew harder, faster, more demanding. The wet, filthy sounds of oiled cock pounding ass filled the room. He spanked her jiggling cheeks repeatedly, turning them bright red. “Take your brother’s cock in your ass, you secret slut. This is what you get for hiding your cam girl life.”