My 27-year-old sister Jenna had always been the party girl of the family. That warm summer night our backyard barbecue turned into a full-blown drunken mess. Loud music, endless drinks, and Jenna in the middle of it all wearing a tight little sundress that barely covered her ass. By 2 a.m. she was completely wasted — slurring, stumbling, and reeking of tequila and sweat.
I told our parents I’d get her to bed safely. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her across the yard to her private apartment above the garage. Halfway there her head lolled against my chest and I caught the first hint of it… that warm, feminine, slightly sour scent rising from between her thighs. My cock twitched instantly.
By the time I laid her on her bed, the thick, heavy aroma of her drunk pussy had filled the small room. Her dress had ridden all the way up, exposing her soaked pink panties. A dark wet spot spread across the crotch. I couldn’t help myself. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, leaned in close, and took a long, slow breath right against her covered cunt.
“Jesus Christ, Jenna…” I groaned.
The smell was filthy and addictive — strong, tangy, musky, with that salty-sweet sweatiness that only a woman who’s been dancing and drinking for hours can produce. I pressed my nose harder against the damp fabric and inhaled deeply, over and over, letting her pussy scent flood my lungs. My cock was rock hard and leaking in my shorts.
Jenna stirred and let out a soft moan, instinctively spreading her legs wider. I hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly peeled them down her thighs. Her smooth, puffy pussy lips were glistening, swollen, and coated in thick, creamy juices. The scent hit me like a drug when her bare cunt was finally exposed — hotter, wetter, more intense. I buried my entire face between her thighs and breathed her in like oxygen.
I licked her slowly at first, dragging my tongue from her tight asshole all the way up through her sloppy folds, savoring every drop of her tangy, slightly bitter flavor. She tasted even better than she smelled. Jenna’s hips started grinding against my face, smearing her wet pussy all over my nose, mouth, and chin.
“Mmm… fuck… keep smelling me,” she slurred, half-conscious but clearly enjoying it.
I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth while shoving my nose deeper into her hole, inhaling the rich, creamy scent straight from the source. Her pussy was dripping so much that her juices ran down my chin and onto the sheets. I ate her like a man possessed — long, sloppy licks, sucking noises, and constant deep sniffing. The room grew hotter and thicker with the smell of her aroused cunt.
Jenna came hard the first time, thighs clamping around my head as she flooded my mouth with fresh, sweet pussy juice. I drank every drop and kept licking, addicted to her scent.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I stood up, stripped off my clothes, and rubbed my throbbing, precum-leaking cock up and down her soaked slit, mixing our smells together. Then I pushed inside her raw.
Her pussy was burning hot and incredibly tight. Inch by inch I sank into my own sister’s cunt while she moaned loudly. The moment I bottomed out, balls-deep against her cervix, the filthy wet scent of our combined juices rose even stronger. I started fucking her slow and deep, pulling out completely every few strokes just so I could smell my cock — glistening and covered in her thick cream — before slamming back in.
“Smell my pussy while you fuck me, little brother,” Jenna gasped, now fully awake and horny as hell. “I want you addicted to it.”
I hooked her legs over my shoulders and pounded her harder. The wet slapping sounds of her soaked cunt mixed with the heavy aroma of sweat, pussy, and sex. I leaned down and buried my face in her neck, then her sweaty tits, licking the salt from her skin while my cock destroyed her hole.
When she came the second time her pussy squeezed me like a vice, gushing all over my balls. I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself as deep as possible and unloaded — thick, heavy ropes of cum blasting straight into her womb. I kept pumping until every drop was inside her, then stayed buried deep, letting the smell of fresh creampie fill the room.
Even after I pulled out, I immediately dropped back down and pressed my nose against her leaking pussy. The scent was overwhelming now — my cum mixed with her juices, slowly dripping out of her stretched hole. I licked it all up, cleaning her while getting high on the smell.
We barely slept. An hour later she woke me up by sitting on my face, grinding her cum-filled cunt against my nose and mouth.
“Smell what you did to me,” she whispered. “Your sister’s pussy is full of your cum.”
I ate her again until she came, then she rode me reverse cowgirl so I could watch and smell her ass and pussy at the same time. We fucked in the shower, me pressing her against the wall and sniffing her wet tits while I filled her again. Then on the kitchen counter, her legs wrapped around me as I bred her a third time.
By the time the sun came up, my sister’s pussy had been pumped full of my cum four times.
Two months later Jenna walked into my room, lifted her shirt, and rubbed her slightly swollen belly.
“I’m pregnant, brother,” she said with a wicked smile. “And my pussy smells even stronger now. Want to check?”
She pushed me onto the bed, stripped, and straddled my face. Her pregnant cunt was puffier, wetter, and the scent was thicker, richer, more addictive than ever. I buried my tongue inside her while she moaned.
“This baby is yours… and I want you to keep breeding me every single day.”
From that night on, smelling my sister’s pussy became our daily ritual — before work, after work, and especially when her belly started growing. The scent only got better as she carried my child.
