The scent of freshly picked berries permeate throughout the entire kitchen.
Daphne stands among a sea of scattered baking ingredients, her hair pinned up into a messy, flour-speckled coil at the crown of her head. Anthony watches her flit from counter to counter like a tireless bird in well-practiced transition, each movement smooth with purpose.
"Need a hand, sister?"
With a glance of blue eyes over her shoulder, Daphne flashes him that brilliant smile and shakes her head. "No, but I could use some company."
"I'm also great at that." he grins.
Her laughter could melt ice. "Don't I know it, brother."
The tempting scent of sugared berries lures him closer, and Daphne holds out a strawberry for him before he can even ask. He eats it from her fingers and presses a kiss to her knuckles, grinning as the sweetness dissolves on his tongue. He sweeps a few loose strands of hair aside to expose the lean slope of her throat. Her skin is so unfairly soft, like the finest cotton; he just wants to curl up around her and feel her against him always. She giggles when he winds his arms around her waist and cherishes her neck with gentle kisses.
"Anthonyyy… I'm baking…"
"And my sister looks the most beautiful doing it. Truly."
"Anthony." She stills, her voice firm. She can't hide her blush as her cheeks adorn the same hue as the berries in her hands.
Anthony knows his sister too well. His lips brush the hollow beneath her jaw, and he drops his voice to a low, teasing whisper: "You can't stop me just now, sister. You smell like vanilla and fuckingberries, and it's making me want to devour you right here in the kitchen."
The wooden spoon slips from her grasp and clatters against the counter. He catches her by the wrist and lifts her hand to suck the taste of sugar and berries from her fingers. She shivers against him, breathing out a shaky sigh when his mouth shifts back to her throat.
"The berries…" she moans, reaching out to retrieve her spoon.
Anthony chuckles into the curve of her neck. "I won't stop you."
Laughing softly, Daphne tips a jug of lemon juice and a flat, fluffy scoop of flour over the berries, tossing them with expert twists of her hand until they glisten in the golden afternoon sun streaming in from the window. She reaches over for the egg timer; then he hears the crank of her turning the dial and thetik-tik-tik-tikas it starts to count down.
Daphne sets the timer back down on the counter with a wicked smile. "You have five minutes to get your fill, brother."
Anthony needs no further invitation. He drops to his knees and ducks his mouth against her thigh, lifting the hem of her dress to tease higher. Her little gasp of surprise makes his heart race. Pastel blue lace hugs her hips and the treasure between them, soft and warm beneath his fingers when he tugs it down her thighs. The slick material clings to her skin with arousal before it slips free, and he swallows back a groan at the sight of her blushing, soaked folds.
Tilting his head, Anthony grazes her skin with his mouth and feels her tense above him. His tongue draws measured passes down the velvet slick of her sex, lapping at her nectar, his grip firming around her thighs when she begins to tremble.
"Brother -oh, Anthony, that's-!" She bites her lip and buries a hand into his hair, using the leverage to grind down into his mouth. He works his tongue against her at the pace she sets, rounds his lips to suck her folds, fucks his fingers gently into her until she moans and scrapes her nails across the counter. They fall into an urgent rhythm, spurred on by the tick of each passing second as Anthony curls his fingers inside of her and Daphne starts to arch and -
The timer sets off with a shrill, piercing ring.
Groaning in disappointment, Anthony falls back onto his hands and positively devours the sight of his sister breathless and bent over above him. With shaking hands, she tugs her dress back into place and casts her gaze around the kitchen, retracing her steps.
"W-Where was I..?"
"Pie crust, sister. " he reminds her helpfully from the ground, flashing her an innocent smile.
Blue eyes, dark with want, linger on his wet mouth. "My dear brother, what would I ever do without you?" she rolls her eyes, her cheeks vivid pink as she walks towards the pantry with clumsy steps, leaving her panties in a heap of lace on the floor.
Anthony licks off the taste of Daphne from his lips, and his cock throbs with need against his thigh. "Probably get this pie done a lot faster."
His heart swells in his chest at the sound of her laughter. "I guess that wouldn't be nearly as fun, would it?" Her hands are still somewhat unsteady when she spreads the berries into the pan, filling the shell with citrus-sweet juice and sugar-coated fruit. She dips a pastry brush in pale blonde egg wash and smoothes it along the edges of the pie shell, and it's somehow soeroticto watch her work when he knows her thighs are quivering and wet and sticky with arousal.
A knot of craving settles in his stomach at the thought of leaving her so unsatisfied. Hunger gets the better of him, drawing him between her legs once more, and this time Daphne shifts her feet apart to give him space. Her fingers continue folding the dough into place, though her rhythm falters at the feeling of his breath across her skin once more.
Wet, soaked skin hits his tongue. He hears her gasp above him, feels her stiffen and slam her palm against the counter. Her hips rock into every swipe of his tongue, voice hitching up into a high-pitched sob when his fingers part her folds and fill her again.
Soft fingers find his hair and curl around them. "Please- Anthony, you've got me soclose-" she pleads, the berries and pie crust abandoned to grip her other hand at the edge of the counter.
His mouth continues between her thighs with slick, filthy sounds, lips sinking tight around her clit and drawing soft pulls of suction. She whimpers his name and jerks against his hold, writhing, riding the narrow line betweentoo muchandnot enough. Anthony follows her fitful guidance and urges her closer with every firm, determined touch until her knees quiver beneath her weight and she unravels. Her body forms a rigid bow, hips rolling out the blinding tremors of release as her voice rises and falls in fragile whimpers. The muscles of her sex clamp down and flutter around his fingers, and he groans into her skin, reluctantly relinquishing his grip when she slumps limp against him.
Her pale skin shines as she basks in the afterglow of her ecstasy, and Anthony gently disentangles her hair from its bun, the soft curls of amber shine so brilliantly in the afternoon sun. Still gasping for breath, she leads his slick hand to her waist and arches up onto her tiptoes. He nudges her down against the counter, fumbling to free himself from his jeans, and she whines at the first brush of his cock against her skin. He palms her thighs and tilts them wide to fit his hips between them, where the head of his cock twitches down her glistening sex.
Daphne hooks her feet behind his thighs, urging him closer with a lust-husky groan. "Anthony, brother, I'm dying for you…"
He plants a palm into the flour spilled across the counter and licks the fingers of his free hand, curling them hurriedly down the hard length of his cock. He nudges the throbbing head between her thighs, catching in the dip between her folds and slowly driving in, and she's so wet they slip together with exquisite ease. Her name rips from his throat like something holy, every frenzied wanting thought washed out into a flood of bliss. The perfect fit of her around him steals his breath, and only the pleasure and sweet smell of berries remain.
Tense and begging desperately for more, Daphne works her hips in little cants that edge him slowly deeper. His hand stretches broad across the small of her back, pinning her in place with hardly a fraction of his strength, and she nearly melts beneath his touch, craving the guidance. He bites his lip and watches himself sink into her again and again. His cock shimmers with her slick on every downstroke, and the sight of her stretching around him grips a shiver of satisfaction down his spine. She pants and moans against the counter, taking him with loving murmurs as he leans down to nip the back of her shoulder.
Anthony breathes her name between sucking bites down her throat, and the sound makes her clench briefly around him, her shoulders trembling with pleasure. His head spins, stunned by the snug grip of her sex and her nails scoring divots into the muscle of his thigh and her voice quivering through moan after desperate moan.
"W-Want to feel you," Daphne pleads as she rocks back against him. "Want you to fill me, brother, come inside me -"
Her voice chimes in his ears when he spills inside his sister with a wounded groan. He clutches her hips in his hands and fucks her deeper, painting her insides in thick ropes of white, and they shudder together at the intimate, thrilling sensation.
"Yessssss," Daphne sighs, moaning under her breath as he rolls a shallow circle with his hips. His cock nudges inside of her, forcing a rivulet of cum down her inner thigh. She squeezes weakly around his length, her expression smoothed out with relief when he maintains that perfect contact.
Finally, regretfully, the siblings part, her swollen folds clinging greedily to his cock as he withdraws, gleaming with arousal and the white of his cum, and he could almost fuck her all over again at just that mesmerizing sight. Once the strength returns to his weak limbs, he helps her onto her feet, soothing the flush in her cheeks with tender kisses.
Daphne laughs and giggles, her eyes dark and dazed under low lids. She smells like sex and berries, lips curving up into a sated little smile as she stretches up to kiss him. "My brother. You are such a treat." They laugh together in breathless whispers, and she glances over her shoulder at the half-finished pie on the counter. "I suppose I might need a hand with this pie after all…"
Anthony sweeps her easily into his arms and sets her on the edge of the counter, kneeling between her thighs with an eager smile. "And once I've had my fill of you, little sister, I'll be happy to help you."