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#35
Was William actually into this?
Did he crave plunging his thick cock into more than just their mom’s dripping hole?
Was he fucking Daniela, too?
The questions twisted in her head, evolving as her eyes flicked from William’s peaceful form to their mother’s flushed, marked body.
That low hum of desire in her chest exploded into a thunderous roar, crashing over her without mercy.
Her breath stuttered as she followed the line of his arm draped possessively over their mother’s waist, his fingers splayed across her hip like he owned every curve.
The sight twisted a knife of possessiveness in her gut, sharp and stinging. Yet beneath the pain, an illicit thrill pulsed, hot and insistent, making her inner walls flutter with want.
Could this be my chance?
The idea slammed into her, sending her pulse into overdrive, her soaked panties chafing against her swollen clit as visions flooded her mind—of sliding between them, guiding William’s rigid shaft into her own aching entrance, fucking him until he screams her name.
She gulped.
Her body ached for a closeness she had never allowed herself to crave before.
The way he lay there, oblivious to her, felt like a challenge. A promise she wasn’t sure she could resist.
The thought spread through her veins like wildfire. She was aching now. A soft, needy ache that clouded her judgment, filled her with obsessive yearning.
She wanted to be the one he touched like that. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin, possessive and tender, just like they were with their mother. She wanted him—all of him—in a way she had never admitted before.
Her breath quickened, the sensual weight of the moment pressing down on her chest. She could feel the rawness of the desire in her. It was electric, pulling her forward.
What if I had a chance now?
She thought as she reached up and held his erection.
She was gentle, like she was petting a farm animal that could stomp her lights out, and she stared in awe at each tremble that shot up his shaft.
It was as smooth as baby skin.
Christina spent a few minutes touching all around it, appreciating the different textures of the head and shaft. It was beautiful.
At some point, she started the natural motion of rubbing it up and down, pushing the shaft skin over the edge of the head, then pulling it back down again. This grew into a rhythm, an incredible rhythm of her hand on her brother’s penis. She was completely enthralled.
She looked up at her brother and noticed that his breathing had quickened.
This was the first male member she had touched in her entire life. The slow trickle of pre-cum. The feel and smell of a man’s cock on her hands. I never thought I would ever get to experience all of them!
Amused and also eagerly excited, seeing a man’s cock so close to her like this, she could not help but want to taste it.
She stuck her tongue out and licked under the tip of his cock. It felt weird licking and tasting her mother’s juices, but it doesn’t matter. This is her brother’s cock.
Mine. I’m cleaning what’s mine. She thought while swirling her tongue around William’s cock, washing every corner with her own saliva.
William groaned in his sleep. Christina immediately stilled, fearing he would wake up. And he did. His eyes opened groggily, and he looked at me, “Dan?” he asked.
Christina could feel her heart beating wildly, as if it were going to jump out of her chest. In her desperation, she raised her hand and covered his eyes, “Re, return to sleep, Will. It, it’s still early,” she said.
“Hmm,” he replied, and Christina managed to sigh in relief when she started hearing his shallow breathing.
Phew. Christina has never been more thankful that she bears a resemblance to Daniela in appearance. Although not identical, they do share the same facial shape and eyes.
Although he must be really tired if he can’t even recognize me.
But now it’s confirmed.
That fucking Daniela is sleeping with William. And she’s even fucking sucking his cock whenever she wants! That fucking slut!
Christina’s heart raced as her fingers wrapped around her brother’s thick cock, the warmth of his skin seeping into her palm, almost possessively. She glanced up at his face, peaceful in sleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Worry gnawed at her—what if she woke him again? The last time she’d been caught peeping had been humiliating enough, a close call that still made her cheeks burn with shame.
But then a defiant thought bubbled up: Why should she hold back? If Daniela could cross that line with him, why couldn’t she? Her sister had always been the bold one, stealing moments like this without a second thought.
No, she scolded herself, pulling her hand back slightly. Not yet.
She can’t destroy everything, her relationship with him, just because of a moment of lust.
Better to stop, to gather her thoughts, confirm her suspicions. Did William really crave this with her, too, or was it all a twisted fantasy? Rushing in blind could ruin them both. Yet, even as logic screamed for restraint, her grip tightened instead.
She stroked him slowly, feeling the shaft pulse and harden under her touch. Stopping now felt impossible. His cock was right there, heavy and inviting, veins standing out against the smooth skin. After years of denial, how could she walk away?
Frustration boiled over as she thought of John, her boyfriend, with his rigid rules. He wouldn’t even let her glimpse his dick, clinging to that ‘marriage before sex’ nonsense like a lifeline.
And marriage?
He wasn’t even considering it for another two years.
Three, four years of waiting? For someone like her, with a libido that burned hot and constant, it was pure agony. Her body ached for release, for the raw connection she’d only read about or glimpsed in movies and porn videos. John’s patience felt like punishment, leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled night after night.
She stared at her brother again, his relaxed features stirring something primal inside her. Hunger twisted in her gut, sharp and insistent. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned down, her breath ghosting over his abdomen.
The musky scent of his skin hit her first—earthy, masculine, mixed with the salty tang of pre-cum leaking from the tip. It clouded her mind, drowning out the warnings.
She rested her cheek against the firm plane of his stomach, the heat of him radiating through her. With her free hand, she guided his cock upright, aligning it with her parted lips. Her strokes quickened, slick sounds filling the quiet room as she worked the length, coaxing more moisture to coat her fingers.
Anticipation thrummed through her veins.
She inched her mouth closer, lips brushing the swollen head. Then, with a soft exhale, she took him in, stretching her jaw to accommodate his girth.
The velvety texture slid over her tongue, filling her mouth with his taste—salty, slightly bitter, utterly addictive. He won’t wake, she told herself, a smile tugging at her lips around his shaft. He’s exhausted from sex, and in his dreams, he mistakes me for Daniela. This is safe. This is just a taste.
Her tongue emerged, pressing flat against the underside of the crown, tracing the sensitive ridge. A sharp gasp escaped William’s lips, his body jerking faintly. Panic surged through her—had she gone too far?
She froze, his cock throbbing against her tongue, but his eyes stayed closed, face slack. His hands moved instinctively, fingers tangling in her hair, gripping just tight enough to send a thrill down her spine. A low moan rumbled from his throat: “Dan…”
Relief mixed with a pang of jealousy. He thought it was Daniela, lost in some erotic dream. Part of her wanted to pull away, stung by the mistake, but the rest—the hungry, desperate part—pushed forward.
If this turned him on so much in sleep, imagine what it could be awake. She resumed, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping at the steady drip of pre-cum that oozed from the slit. The scent and cum of their mother coating his cock intensified the flavor, making her mouth water as she sucked gently, hollowing her cheeks to draw him deeper.
Saliva dripped freely now, mixing with the pre-cum and remnants of their mother’s release, creating a slick sheen that eased her movements. The obscene sounds echoed softly—slurps and smacks mingling with his low moans.
William’s hips twitched upward, a subtle thrust that pressed more of his length past her lips. She hummed softly, the vibration earning another muffled groan from him, his fingers flexing in her hair without waking.
Emboldened, Christina bobbed her head slowly, taking him inch by inch until the tip nudged the back of her throat. She gagged lightly but powered through, her hand twisting at the base in tandem with her mouth.
Her free hand roamed lower, cupping his balls, feeling them draw up tight as she massaged them gently. They were heavy, full, and she imagined the load building inside, hot and ready to spill.
The idea of tasting him fully, of swallowing every drop while he slumbered, sent a fresh wave of heat to her pussy. She ground her thighs together, the friction barely enough to ease the ache, but it kept her focused.
The room filled with wet, obscene sounds—her slurping, his ragged breaths—but he remained deep in slumber, body responding on instinct.
Christina savored the control, the most awaited intimacy, her own arousal pooling between her thighs. Free hand slipping under her waistband, she rubbed her clit in lazy circles, syncing the pressure with her sucks.
William’s cock swelled further, the veins pulsing against her tongue as she explored every ridge and curve. She flicked the underside rapidly, teasing the frenulum until fresh pre-cum rewarded her efforts.
Christina was getting bolder and bolder.
The fact that she was sucking her brother’s cock and was giving him incredible pleasure encouraged her. Her mind reeled with joy while her mouth and throat milked their way up and down his straining hardness, the taste of him flooding her senses. She had almost lost herself in it—her lips sliding, tongue swirling, throat flexing—each sound muffled, wet, obscene.
Just as she started to increase the speed of her head bobbing up and down his cock, it suddenly surged in her hand and exploded cum into her mouth. Four more jets quickly followed, none overwhelming her, but each giving Christina an erotic thrill.
His cum was thick and oozing with an incredible stench that filled her nostrils up her head, and brought her to the ninth cloud of bliss, especially when the cum struck the back of her throat.
Christina’s hand moved with deliberate slowness along William’s still-throbbing cock, her fingers slick with the remnants of his release. Each gentle stroke coaxed out the final pulses, urging every last drop to surface. She watched, mesmerized, as beads of cum gathered at the tip, glistening in the low light of the room.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive head. She lapped up those lingering drops, savoring the warmth and saltiness that coated her taste buds. As his sister, she craved it all—every bit he had to offer, a gift she claimed without hesitation.
Sitting back on her heels, she let the cum pool on her tongue, rolling it around to explore its texture. The flavor hit her fully then, unexpected and intoxicating.
So this is what it tastes like…
She had heard the warnings—fishy, bitter, off-putting—but none of that rang true. Instead, it unfolded in layers: a subtle tang, a creamy richness that lingered, pulling her in deeper.
It’s incredible, she thought, her mind swirling. Complex, almost sweet in its earthiness. I could get lost in this every single day.
With a satisfied swallow, Christina let it slide down her throat, the act sending a shiver through her body. Her chest heaved now, breath coming in heavy waves as the reality of what they’d done washed over her. She had just crossed a line with her own brother, and yet the thrill of it pulsed stronger than any regret.
Then, without warning, her eyes lifted—and locked onto another gaze.
Not William’s.
She froze, her body going rigid as ice.
Across the dimly lit room, where shadows danced from the flickering light, her mother, Allison, had propped herself up on one elbow, her face a mask of composure, but her eyes held a spark—surprise mingled with a hint of wry amusement that made Christina’s stomach twist.
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