Then she gasped out, “Sean! You fucking stud, yes!”
Her asshole writhed about my dick.
“My brother is a stud!” she moaned. “Such a sexy stud. Oh, fuck, yes!”
Her bowels sucked at my plunging dick while her juices spilled over my fingers. They bathed them as I massaged her. I groaned, loving the hot writhe of her pussy over my digits. My muscles tensed, my dick throbbing in her bowels embrace.
I was so close to exploding. To just showering her with my cum. I panted, thrusting harder, faster. I buried into her to the hilt. I slammed into my sister’s convulsing asshole. That velvety massage rippled around me.
“Cum in me!” she moaned. “Give it to me, Sean!”
“Yes!” I growled and buried into her.
My cum erupted. I spurted over and over into her. Held her tight, squeezing her tit through her blouse, as I flooded her. Her hot bowels milked me. She drew out every drop as that wondrous pleasure slammed into my mind.
My release exploded out of me.
Stars burst across my vision. That heat slammed through me. I kissed her neck as her spasming asshole milked my balls dry. My incestuous pleasure peaked in me. I held there, hovering in passion, clutching my sister to me.
“Damn,” I groaned. “I needed that.”
“Mmm, it was great,” she panted. “Sometimes… you just need the guy to seize you and make you admit you want him.” She turned her head and flashed me a smile. “Just make sure the girl really wants you.”
She gave me a hot kiss on my mouth as that touch my mom gave me in the car galvanized my body. Mom let me touch her tits on Friday. I made her cum. Now she was trying to deny it. Just like my sister had.
Was that it? I just had to march in there and fuck my mom?
I broke the kiss, panting, “Thanks, Maria.”
She grinned at me, her asshole squeezing around my softening dick. “Did you really mean it that Dad should have been all over me?”
“As hot as you look in that outfit, I don’t understand how he wasn’t.”
“Then you’re welcome,” she said. “For being such a sweet brother.”
I nodded my head, glancing at the house. I pulled out of my sister, my eyes drifting up to our parents’ veranda. The mesh grill made it impossible to see if anyone was standing there. It was where we made our bet. Beyond it, was my mom slipping into the bath. Naked.
In need.
It was time to win this bet.
I marched ahead, my sister at my side, her skirt rustling. I glanced at her, saw a look of determination on her face, too. So this was it. We were both making our moves. It would be over soon. One of us was about to win our bet.
I grinned. Either way, it would be incredible.
To be continued…