#62
The air felt cool against my skin, carrying the scent of sex and salt, with sheets damp beneath me.
Groaning, I blinked my eyes open, letting them adjust to the dim glow filtering across the room. I could feel something. Moving. Pressing against me. Then a voice reached my ears. What followed were the moans and muffled creaks from the bed.
I lay flat on my back, tangled in the sheets, and above me, straddling my hips, was my sister.
“Oh, fuuuuuck,” I heard her moan, and I nearly bit my tongue from the surge of pleasure assaulting my dick.
Her gorgeous tits bounced up and down as she impaled herself over and over again. She was completely naked, her body slick with a light sheen of sweat, her beautiful black hair tousled and cascading across her shoulders as she gazed down, focused on her rhythm.
She was already deep into it, moving with a steady, smooth cadence. She bounced, not wildly, but with practiced purpose, setting a tempo that demanded pleasure from both of us.
My body responded on autopilot. The rigid heat of my cock settled deep inside her, a perfect, frictionless fit, overwhelming every corner of my awareness with dense, beautiful pressure.
“Fuck, aahh,” I cursed loudly, snapping her from her daze and announcing my awakening.
Instead of stopping, Sarah looked at me, a grin suffusing her face, before suddenly smacking her hips against mine hard.
“Ugh, aaaaaaa!” I moaned loudly. I could feel my dick hitting something deep inside her. A warm fire spread in my stomach, radiating heat to the tips of my toes, making them curl each time my balls smacked against her ass, burying my stiff cock into her depths.
She was so tight—not just tight, but like her insides were eagerly massaging every nerve and ridge of my dick—while her hands braced against my chest, pinning me down as she rode my cock for what felt like the umpteenth time.
Suddenly, Sarah leaned closer, resting her chin on my shoulder. Her warm, pillowy tits pressed against my chest, adding fresh points of pleasure to my overstimulated body.
I inhaled her comforting scent, her long hair bunching near my nose, drawing another moan from me. Below, it spurred me to bounce her harder on my cock, her pussy rhythmically clenching around my length.
“Sorry, did I wake you, Alvin?” she whispered in my ear, her short, staccato breaths carrying the scent of Listerine and cigarettes.
Was she smoking? I’d never seen Sarah light up in the house before, but I’d heard that in this world, women often smoked more than men. I’d spotted plenty at Rodrigo’s place. They said men hated the smell, but women seemed to crave it. Maybe she did too—there was no mistaking that odd tang on her breath.
She kissed me then, nothing sisterly about it: wet and sticky, sucking on my lips to create a nasty smooch sound, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting our mouths.
“Hmmm, f-fuck… this is so good. Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I thought it’d be fine.”
I could only grunt in response, my arousal fueled by the warmth of her embrace, making it feel like she existed solely for my pleasure—a cocksleeve brimming with more gratification than I could fathom.
“Hmmm, mhmmh, haah,”
As she devoured my lips, my hands slid to her hips, gripping the hard muscle beneath her soft skin. I marveled at the contrast: her firm, cool exterior against the silken heat gripping me from within.
Each roll of her hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, intensified by her tongue wrapping around mine, dragging it out before enclosing it with her soft, plump lips. Her saliva flooded my mouth, sliding down my throat, forcing me to swallow it all. Gulping sounds echoed, delighting my perverted sister, who quickened her hips.
Moaning and grunting like a beast in heat, my hands clamped around her waist with bruising force as she rode me with the relentless rhythm of a dog claiming his bitch—each bounce driving me deeper.
Sarah threw her head back, her fingers raking up her sweat-slicked stomach to pinch her nipples. The wet slap of skin was obscene, my balls hitting her ass with each downward stroke.
“Fuck—keep doing that,” I gritted out, my hips bucking up to meet her. My fingers dug into the meat of her thighs.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she mused.
“Yes, but why in the middle of the night?”
“I, aaaahh, aggh, just felt like it…”
Sarah grunted, riding me faster now, her slickness dripping down my shaft, making every slide smoother and hotter.
There was no more gentleness. No room for anything but the brutal possessiveness my words had unleashed. Sarah devoured me, strong, deep thrusts rhythmic with the fury of raw desire.
She gripped my shoulder as she started wildly bouncing on my cock, as if she were raping me with her insatiable hunger. Her nails dug into my shoulder, sharp enough to leave crescent marks, as she slammed her hips down harder, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.
Her eyes locked onto mine, wild and fierce, but there was a softness in the way her lips parted, her breath hitching with every descent. I thrust up to meet her, my hands sliding from her thighs to grip her ass, fingers sinking into the firm flesh. The slap of our skin grew louder, wetter, her juices coating my balls as they smacked against her.
“Sarah,” I gasped, my voice breaking as the pressure built in my core, her aggressive rhythm pushing me closer to the edge.
She leaned down, her tits dragging across my chest, nipples hard and scraping my skin.
“That’s it, baby brother,” she growled, her voice low and commanding, yet laced with tenderness.
One hand cupped the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair to hold me steady as she kissed me roughly, teeth nipping my lower lip before her tongue plunged in. She sucked on it, pulling back with a pop, saliva stringing between us.
“Give it to me. Let your big sister feel you cum inside me.”
Her hips ground in circles now, not just up and down, twisting to rub her clit against my pubic bone while her inner walls rippled along my length. I felt every inch of her—hot, slick, pulsing—as she rode me with that mix of ferocity and affection.
She was aggressive, pinning my hips with her weight, forcing me to take her pace.
The bed creaked under us, the headboard tapping the wall in time with her bounces. It was loud. Heavy. Like a poltergeist smacking the walls.
From the deep of mind, I was worried someone would hear. Mom. But then I remembered, she should still be at the hospital, working. There’s no one in the house apart from us.
Neighbors? I doubt they could hear. And even if they could, I was too far deep into pleasure that I really don’t care anymore.
“Fuck, you’re so deep,” she moaned, her voice cracking as she straightened up, hands planting on my chest for leverage. Her tits jiggled with each drop, and she pinched one nipple herself, twisting it until she whimpered, the pain fueling her speed.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Time seems to be flying so fast.
I could feel an explosion coming from deep within my balls. I don’t mean to drive my hips upward and make her groan like she just got shot, but I do try to and hold off the bomb.
Sarah was screaming. She was not even trying to stay discreet. Perhaps she doesn’t care at all. Or maybe, just like him, she could not care about it anymore with how intoxicated she was, bouncing on top of me.
Suddenly, her expression changed, and I know she’s cumming. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. She wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me so tight against her chest, it feels like she’s trying to put me inside of her.
“OH! ALLL!”
Sarah came with a shout, her juices flooding over me, soaking my groin as she rode out the orgasm. And that untied me. The feeling of her cumming pushed me over. Her pussy’s rhythmic squeezes pulled at my cock, demanding my release.
I tried to hold back, but she sensed it, her aggressiveness kicking in as she rolled her hips, fucking me through her aftershocks.
“Cum for me, Alvin. Fill your sister’s cunt.”
Her voice was a mix—commanding, yet soft, encouraging.
I couldn’t fight it. My balls tightened, and with a guttural groan, I erupted inside her, hot spurts coating her depths.
She moaned in approval, her body still moving, gentle rocks to draw out every drop, her hand stroking my chest as I shuddered beneath her. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my cock pulsing as she milked me dry, her pussy holding me tight.
Abruptly, she stops shaking, and her head that was craned towards the ceiling collapses across my pillow next to my face.
She’s gasping for air and staring at my pleasure-filled face as I try to ignore the fading embers in my belly.
“Fuck, Al. You make your sister nut so hard. Mmf.”
She props herself up on her elbows and stares down at me with soft eyes and pursed lips. It’s too intense while my dick was still lodged deep inside her.
I flinch when she strokes my cheek and then runs her fingers through my hair.
“You’re so handsome, Al… God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.”
She pushed her hips forward with a firm thrust, pinning me still beneath her weight. The walls of her pussy squeezed my dick rhythmically, like they had a mind of their own, trying to coax life back into my softening shaft.
A low whimper escaped me as fresh tingles sparked through my groin.
“Come for sister one more time, sweetie. Give me everything you’ve got left.”
“Sis, I want to sleep more,” I murmured, my voice weak, eyelids heavy from exhaustion.
“You don’t tell your sister no, Alvin.”
Before I could protest, she crushed her lips against mine in a deep, claiming kiss, her tongue invading my mouth with aggressive sweeps while her hips began a slow, insistent grind.
“God, Sarah, you’re insatiable,” I broke the kiss to gasp, smiling wryly despite the overwhelm, my body already betraying me as blood rushed back southward.
“I thought you liked that about me,” she pointed out, her voice a husky purr, nipping at my lower lip hard enough to sting before soothing it with her tongue.
“I do, but I’m sleepy—”
“No. You can go back to sleep later, baby brother. Right after you feed me again.”
Her words were final, brooking no argument, as she shifted her weight, sliding off my cock with a wet, obscene pop that made us both groan. Cum—mine and hers mixed—trickled from her pussy, but she ignored it, her focus laser-sharp on me.
And then she was kissing her way down my neck, teeth grazing my skin just hard enough to mark without breaking it, across my chest, where she latched onto a nipple, sucking aggressively until I arched beneath her.
“Fuck!” I grunted.
She liked that. Her eyes sparkled in amusement before she moved lower, down my stomach, her lips sprinkling soft, wet kisses that contrasted her earlier force, tracing the thin trail of hair leading to my crotch.
She pushed my legs up and apart into a wide ‘V’ in the air, exposing me completely—balls hanging heavy, cock semi-hard and glistening with our combined fluids.
“Hmmm,” she murmured reverently, placing a big, fat smooch right on the base of my cum-coated dick, her lips lingering as she inhaled my scent deeply, eyes half-lidded in worship.
She kissed it again, slower this time, her mouth open and hot, tongue flicking out to lap at the underside.
“Fucking smells good,” she breathed against my skin, before dragging a big, flat lick from the root all the way to the tip, savoring the salty mix of our releases like it was nectar.
For the third, she didn’t hold back—her aggression surged as she engulfed the head in her mouth, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing as she cleaned every inch with aggressive swirls of her tongue.
She bobbed once, twice, taking me deeper with each pass, her hand cupping my balls gently at first, rolling them in her palm like precious orbs. But then her grip tightened just a fraction, possessive, squeezing as she hummed around my shaft, the vibration shooting straight to my core.
I couldn’t help but focus on her again. The feelings she was kissing, licking, sucking out of me were too intense, too overwhelming. My cock hardened fully in her mouth, throbbing against her tongue as she pulled off with a soft, wet pop that rolled my eyes back into my head.
“Oh, that’s my baby. You’re really amazing Al. I heard that boys need to wait for a while to get hard again, but damn…” she cooed, her voice thick with love and lust, eyes locking onto mine as she nuzzled her face into my ballsack. “You’re a fuck machine~”
I chuckled.
“I guess, I’m different.”
“Completely different. Look at these beautiful balls, Al. So full for me, even after you just emptied them.”
She kissed one orb softly, then the other, her lips tender, before sucking one into her mouth entirely, rolling it on her tongue with gentle pressure that bordered on worship.
“Aaaah, S, sis…~!”
“Your body is much more honest than your mouth, Al~.”
Her free hand stroked my inner thigh, nails scraping lightly, asserting her dominance even in this act of adoration.
She released it with a pop, only to lavish the same attention on its twin, sucking harder this time, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make me gasp and buck.
“Mmm, I love these,” she growled softly, her aggression simmering just beneath the surface as she kneaded my balls in her strong hand, massaging them firmly while her tongue traced the sensitive seam of my sack with deliberate, teasing laps.
“They’re mine, aren’t they? All this cum, saved up just for your big sister.”
Her voice was a husky demand, eyes locked on mine with that possessive fire that made my pulse race in our world where women claimed their pleasures without hesitation.
She really have a possessive trait. Although I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. But if she knows I’ve been having sex a lot, I’m scared what she’ll do.
“Sis,” I whimpered.
She grinned up at me, a feral flash of teeth mixed with pure affection, before shifting her focus back to my throbbing cock.
She dragged her tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe up the full length, savoring every vein, her hand pumping the base with firm, insistent strokes that synced perfectly with her mouth’s descent.
She took me deep, her throat relaxing to swallow me whole, a slight gag escaping her, but she powered through with that unyielding aggression.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my hands clinching into fists as she tried to go all the way down.
I was too long for her to make it, but she came pretty close to engulfing me entirely, her neck bulging slightly. She then pulled up to the end, grasping me with her fingers and using her spit for lubrication as she jerked me a few times, before taking another deep breath and shoving down faster this time.
“Hmm, last time, Al… haaah, give it to me…” She pulled back slowly, strings of thick saliva stretching from her swollen lips to my glistening tip, and whispered hotly, “…Flood my mouth this time. Hmm, haah~ Let me taste every drop, baby brother.”
The pressure built relentlessly, her expert worship too intense, too all-consuming.
“Aaaah, fucck!!”
My legs tightened, my entire body shaking as I felt myself reach the edge.
Sarah pulled up a little, so that the tip was resting on her tongue, squeaking in surprise when I began shooting cum in her mouth. She immediately gulped loudly, before moaning as I gave her another couple of shots, not swallowing this time.
She moaned a second time as she ran her tongue around my head, sounding like she was savoring the taste. She then pulled away slightly, her eyes closed with a thin thread running from her lips to my cock. After a second, she swallowed audibly, squeezing my shaft again as she did so, before leaning forward to suck my head back into her mouth.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, continuing to twitch as if I was trying to empty my balls, though nothing else was coming out.
Sarah didn’t respond right away, continuing to lick and suck my cock clean, before finally pulling away.
“It really was amazing,” she agreed, her brown eyes looking almost drugged, her cheeks bright red. It took her a second to focus on me, before continuing.
“Hope you liked busting that nut for me, baby,” she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction and tenderness.
“Yeah… although I don’t think I can shoot anymore…” I muttered while breathing rapidly.
Sarah grinned wickedly before pressing soft, lingering kisses to both my inner thighs, her lips warm and claiming, then finally let my legs flop down onto the bed with a gentle thud, my muscles quivering from the exertion.
“That’s fine. You should rest now,”
After peppering my face with a flurry of light, affectionate kisses, she planted one last, soothing kiss on my forehead. Sarah gazed down at me, her expression brimming with raw love and a hint of apologetic mischief.
“Sorry for waking you up like that, Al. But you know I can’t resist you.”
“Hmm~ No problem at all,” I murmured, grinning sleepily as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
I nuzzled my face against her soft, full breasts, inhaling her intoxicating scent—musky arousal mixed with that familiar, comforting warmth—that tickled my nostrils and lulled me toward rest.
Sarah chuckled low in her throat, her hand stroking my hair possessively. “he he he, now go back to sleep, little brother. I’ll be right here when you wake up… Good night.”
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