#42
Christina held his gaze for a moment, then with a seductive smile, she licked her lips and leaned in, her warm breath causing his shaft to twitch. She wrapped her hand around his base and took him back in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down the length of his cock.
“Then, you don’t have any problem doing this every day, right?”
“Every day? That’s kind of a lot.”
“Not as much as when you are fucking the others.”
“Touche~”
William’s eyes rolled back in his head, a low groan escaping his lips as she sucked him with the enthusiasm of someone reclaiming what she craved. His hips bucked, fucking into her mouth instinctively, but she controlled the pace, popping off to slap his wet shaft against her tongue before diving back to his balls.
She licked them voraciously now, alternating between broad laps and pointed flicks, sucking each one deep while her fist flew over his cock, slick sounds filling the room.
“Tell me, little brother—does it feel good when I lick these fat balls of yours?”
He could only moan, nodding frantically as she buried her face lower, tongue probing the spot behind his sack, pressing firm circles that made his toes curl. Her other hand never stopped, stroking his cock from base to tip, varying the speed to keep him on the edge—slow and teasing, then fast and rough.
Pre-cum dripped steadily now, and she caught a drop on her tongue, savoring it before returning to engulf his entire length, throat opening to swallow him down while her fingers pinched and tugged his balls lightly.
The sight of his sister’s lips stretched around his massive cock was almost too much for William to bear.
He watched as she took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate his girth, her eyes watering but never looking away. Saliva dripped down her chin and onto her chest, creating a wet trail over her heaving breasts.
Christina was a natural, eagerly pleasing him with each bob of her head, her cheeks hollowing out with every suck.
William was moaning loudly when, suddenly, Evelyn appeared, placing another cup of coffee in front of him.
Evelyn’s movements were smooth and unhurried as she set the steaming mug down on the table, her crisp uniform hugging her curves without a hint of distraction. She straightened up, wiping her hands on her apron, and glanced at William with a polite smile.
“There you are, Sir. I noticed your first cup was getting low, so I brewed a fresh pot. Would you like me to add some cream this time?”
William gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles whitening as Christina’s mouth slid up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head on every upward pull. He forced a nod, his voice coming out strained and breathy.
“Y-yeah, that’d be… fine, Eve. Thanks.”
A low groan escaped him despite his efforts, his hips twitching involuntarily as Christina’s fingers squeezed his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
Unfazed, Evelyn turned and walked toward the counter, her heels clicking softly on the kitchen tiles. She reached for the small pitcher of cream, pouring a steady stream into the coffee while humming a light tune under her breath.
“The weather’s turning nice out there today,” she said casually, stirring the mug with a spoon. “I was thinking of hanging the laundry outside later. It might dry quicker in the breeze. Do you have any preferences for lunch later, sir? I can prepare the roast if you’d like, or something lighter like pasta.”
Under the table, Christina didn’t miss a beat. She hollowed her cheeks harder, sucking with wet, slurping sounds that echoed faintly in the quiet kitchen.
Her hand pumped the base of his cock in rhythm with her bobs, twisting slightly to add friction along the veined length. The casual chatter from Evelyn only amplified the thrill, William’s body tensing as he fought to respond coherently.
“Uh, pasta sounds… good,” he managed, his words breaking into a stifled gasp when Christina deep-throated him fully, her nose brushing his abdomen as she swallowed around his thickness.
Evelyn nodded approvingly, sliding the mug closer to him. “Excellent choice. I’ll get started on that after I tidy up here.” She paused, tilting her head as if noticing the faint sounds from below, but her expression remained serene. “If there’s anything else you need right now, just let me know. Creamer, sugar, or perhaps a pastry to go with it?”
Christina, sensing the added layer of risk, redoubled her efforts. She pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock, before plunging down again, her throat constricting in rhythmic pulses that milked him relentlessly. One hand massaged his balls, the other stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, her pace quickening as she pushed him toward release.
William’s free hand clenched into a fist on his lap, the other gripping the table harder. “N-no, this is… perfect,” he choked out, his voice ragged. Evelyn’s indifference fueled the fire in his veins, the domestic normalcy clashing with the forbidden heat building under the table.
As Evelyn turned back to her tasks, humming softly, Christina’s eyes locked onto William’s from her position on her knees. She winked, her mouth working faster now, determined to make him unravel right there, her dominance absolute in the midst of the everyday routine.
Saliva coated his balls now, her fingers slick as she tugged them downward, urging more pre-cum to leak into her eager mouth. She swallowed around him, the tight constriction of her throat milking him relentlessly, her nose brushing against his pubic hair each time she buried him deep.
William’s face flushed red, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to focus on Evelyn’s words. The maid was now wiping down the counter across the room, her back to him, completely oblivious—or perhaps willfully blind—to the obscene scene unfolding.
“Uh, roast sounds… good,” he managed, his words punctuated by a sharp inhale when Christina grazed her teeth lightly along his sensitive underside. His cock throbbed in her mouth, swelling thicker as she worked him toward the edge.
Evelyn nodded without turning around, folding a dish towel neatly and placing it in a drawer. She strolled back toward the table, carrying the mug, and set it down again, closer this time. A faint glisten of drool had escaped Christina’s lips and pooled on the floor beneath, but Evelyn stepped right over it, her expression serene.
“Excellent choice. I’ll get it started right after I finish tidying up here. Is there anything else you need in the meantime? Perhaps some toast or fruit?” She leaned slightly against the table edge, her eyes meeting his steadily, as if the muffled gagging sounds from below were just the hum of the refrigerator.
William bit his lip hard, stifling another moan as Christina’s pace quickened. She released his balls to slide two fingers along his perineum, pressing firmly while her mouth devoured him whole, throat convulsing in rhythmic swallows. His pre-cum mixed with her spit, dripping freely now, and she lapped it up greedily, her free hand bracing against his thigh for leverage. The pressure built in his groin, his cock pulsing hot and heavy against her tongue.
“N-no, this is… perfect,” William rasped, his voice cracking. He could feel Evelyn’s gaze on him, but she only smiled warmly, straightening up and smoothing her apron.
“Very well, sir. I’ll leave you to enjoy your coffee then.”
With that, Evelyn turned on her heel and glided out of the kitchen, her footsteps fading down the hall as if nothing unusual had occurred.
The moment she was gone, William’s restraint shattered. He grabbed a fistful of Christina’s hair, guiding her head faster, thrusting shallowly into her welcoming throat.
“Fuck, sis, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growled, his balls tightening under her persistent touch.
Christina moaned around his length, the vibration sending shocks through him, her eyes locking onto his from below with pure, hungry devotion. She sucked harder, tongue flicking the slit to coax out every drop, ready to take his load deep inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming—her mouth a warm, sucking void around his balls, tugging and rolling them with expert suction, while her fingers flew over his shaft, squeezing just right at the base to heighten every stroke.
Christina pulled back slightly, letting his balls slip from her lips with a trail of spit, and looked up at him with those piercing eyes, full of smug dominance.
“That’s the point, little bro. I want to taste what all the fuss is about.”
Then she was back on his cock, swallowing him down in one fluid motion, her throat constricting around the head as she deep-throated him. Her hand dipped to his balls again, this time pinching and tugging them lightly, rolling them between her fingers in time with her bobs.
William’s control snapped completely. His hips jerked upward, driving his thick shaft deeper into her throat as the first hot spurt erupted.
“Oh fuck, Chris—take it!” he grunted, ropes of cum flooding her mouth in thick pulses. She didn’t flinch, swallowing greedily around him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside to milk every last drop.
Her fingers kept working his sack, gently squeezing to draw out the release, prolonging the waves crashing through him.
Cum leaked from the corners of her lips despite her efforts, dribbling down her chin and splattering onto her cleavage, but she hummed in satisfaction, savoring the salty flood. William’s body shuddered, thighs quaking as he held her head in place, emptying himself fully into his sister’s willing throat.
Finally, he slumped back in the chair, chest heaving, his cock softening slightly in her grasp.
Christina pulled off with a satisfied gasp, licking her lips clean and wiping the excess from her chin with the back of her hand. She rose slowly from under the table, her knees red from the hard floor, and straddled his lap without a word, her soaked panties pressing against his spent length.
“See? Told you this dick is mine now,” she whispered, grinding lightly against him, her breath hot on his neck.
William could only groan, his hands instinctively gripping her hips, the taboo thrill still buzzing in his veins.
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