I woke to the warm, wet clutch of my big sister's pussy still wrapped snugly around me. Morning wood throbbed inside her, swelling thicker by the second. She stirred, felt me growing, and let out a sleepy, hungry hum against my neck.
"Mmm… go ahead, husband. Fuck me."
I started slow, long, lazy strokes that dragged every ridge of my cock through her soaked heat. The garage smelled of last night's sex, leather seats, and her coconut shampoo, and the thick, heady scent of fresh arousal. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet: soft squelches turning into louder, slick slaps each time I bottomed out.
A few minutes was all it took. She arched beneath me, nails digging into my shoulders, moaning in that desperate rhythm, "Ahh… ahh… ahh… fuck, fuck, yes, yes!" Her eyes rolled back, little hearts practically glowing in them, possessive and wild. "I love you, husband… harder… fuck me harder!"
I gave her everything, pounding deep, the car rocking on its suspension, wet slaps echoing off concrete walls. We crashed over the edge together: her pussy clamping down in hard, rhythmic pulses, milking me as I flooded her with thick, hot ropes. We stayed locked, panting, sweat-slick skin stuck together, hearts hammering against each other.
She looked up at me, eyes glassy with love and lingering lust. "Do you really have to take your cock out of my pussy, husband?"
I kissed her slow and soft. "Come on, wife… I'm starving. I need breakfast."
She pouted, then laughed breathlessly. "Fine." She lifted her hips; a warm flood of our mixed release poured out of her, running down her thighs and dripping onto the seat in sticky rivulets. She slid off my lap and settled beside me, thighs still trembling.
"But you're feeding me breakfast in bed later," she teased, tracing a finger through the mess on her skin.
"Deal," I said, already half-hard again. "First, let's shower. You can bend over for me doggy-style under the water."
Her eyes lit up. Naked, sticky, and grinning, we slipped out of the car and padded hand-in-hand into the quiet house, the morning sun just starting to warm the hallway as we headed for the bathroom and round two
Hot water poured over us in thick, steamy waves, the bathroom already thick with the scent of her coconut body wash and raw sex. I lathered my hands and slid them slowly over every inch of her skin: down the curve of her back, kneading the heavy, soft weight of her ass, then up to cup her full breasts, thumbs circling her hard nipples until she arched into me with a needy whimper.
I dropped to my knees like a starving man, mouth latching onto one slick, soapy breast, sucking and licking like I was nursing. She moaned loud and broken, "Ahh… ahh… ahh… yes, just like that…" fingers tangling in my wet hair, holding me there.
When I couldn't wait any longer, I spun her around, pressed her hands to the tiled wall, and kicked her feet wider. Water streamed down the valley of her spine and over that perfect, jiggling ass. I gripped her hips hard enough to leave faint marks and pushed my cock into her in one long, slick glide. She was scalding hot, velvet-soft, still swollen from the night before. I stayed buried to the hilt for a breathless second, savoring the way she fluttered around me.
Then I started to move: slow, deep rolls that quickly turned into hard, punishing thrusts. Each slap of my thighs against her wet ass echoed off the tiles like sharp cracks. Water flew in every direction, her moans turning filthy and desperate: "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, husband! Fuck my pussy hard!"
The bathroom filled with obscene wet sounds: skin on skin, the rhythmic squelch of her soaked flesh, her cries bouncing off the glass walls. I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles until her whole body locked up. She came with a scream that vibrated through the steam, pussy clamping down so tight my vision whited out. I followed right after, pumping thick ropes deep inside her as her legs gave out.
She literally went limp, a trembling, blissed-out puddle. I caught her before she slipped, scooped her up like she weighed nothing, cradling her dripping body against my chest. Water still streamed off us as I carried her out, laid her carefully on the cool sheets, and tucked a pillow under her head. She was already half-asleep, lips curved in a dreamy smile, hair fanned out wet across the pillow.
I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, pulled the blanket over her, and padded naked to my desk. Morning light slanted through the blinds while I opened my books, the faint scent of sex and soap still clinging to my skin and got to work on my homework, stealing glances every few minutes at the beautiful woman sleeping off her pleasure in my bed.
I finished the last problem, closed my notebook, and leaned back in the chair, still naked, skin warm from the shower.
Vanessa slipped quietly into the room wearing only a silk robe that hung open. Her eyes went straight to my big sister sprawled across the bed, thighs spread wide, pussy puffy and glistening, a slow river of our mixed release still leaking out onto the sheets.
Vanessa didn't say a word. She crawled between those parted legs, lowered her mouth, and started licking slow, thorough stripes from entrance to clit, gathering every drop of me and my sister on her tongue. The room filled with soft, wet sounds and my sister's sleepy moans as Vanessa cleaned her completely, swallowing greedily.
I couldn't just watch. My fist wrapped around my cock, stroking slow and steady, the slick sound of skin on skin matching the rhythm of Vanessa's tongue.
When my sister was spotless, Vanessa crawled over on all fours, eyes dark with hunger. She took me into her mouth in one smooth glide (hot, wet, perfect). I could taste both of us on her lips: my sister's sweet musk and the salt of my own release still coating her tongue. She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight through my shaft.
I threaded my fingers into her damp hair and started fucking her mouth in long, deliberate strokes while she plunged three fingers into her own dripping pussy, pumping hard. The room echoed with wet slurps, muffled moans, the rhythmic squish of her fingers, and the slap of my balls against her chin.
It didn't take long. She came first, thighs shaking, a fresh flood coating her hand; the sight and feel of her throat fluttering around my cock sent me over. I spilled thick and hot across her tongue, pulse after pulse, and she swallowed every drop (mine and whatever of my sister's was left) like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.
She pulled off with a soft pop, licked her lips, and lay back on the rug, legs spread invitingly. I dropped between them, tongue diving into her soaked folds, lapping up the fresh rush of her release until she was trembling again. I drank her down until she was clean and boneless.
Satisfied, she stood, kissed my forehead, and whispered against my ear, "Next time this load goes inside my pussy, understand?"
I nodded, breathless. She slipped out as quietly as she'd come.
I crawled back into bed, curled around my big sister's warm, sleeping body, her soft breaths against my chest, and let sleep pull me under again
Midnight warmth wrapped around us.
I stirred half-awake and felt my sister shift, guiding my cock back inside her with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. No rush, no words at first, just the slick, velvet heat of her swallowing me inch by inch until I was buried to the root.
We stayed like that, face-to-face, noses almost touching, eyes locked.
Her gaze burned with pure, obsessive love (two tiny heart shapes practically glowing in the dark) while she rocked in the gentlest, deepest rhythm imaginable. Barely more than a pulse, just enough for me to feel every flutter of her walls, every soft clench when I nudged that spot high inside her.
"Go deeper, husband," she breathed, voice trembling. "I want to feel you in my stomach… stay right there."
I pushed in until our hips were flush, until the swollen head of my cock pressed so deep it made her breath hitch and her belly quiver under my palm. We kept that slow, hypnotic grind for hours (time melting into the wet sounds of our joining, the faint creak of the mattress, the mingled scent of coconut, sweat, and sex thick in the air).
Her hands cradled my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks like I was something sacred. No kisses, just staring, drinking each other in, hearts pounding in perfect sync.
When the pleasure finally crested it was soft and endless: her pussy rippling around me in long, milking waves, my release spilling deep in warm, lazy pulses. We shuddered together, foreheads pressed, breathing the same air.
"Don't pull out," she whispered, voice cracking with emotion. "Stay inside me forever."
I nodded, nuzzling into the plush warmth of her breasts, lips brushing a hard nipple as I settled. She wrapped arms and legs around me like vines, possessive and protective, fingers threading through my hair.
"I missed you so much… I love you, I love you, I love you," she murmured in full yandere bliss, voice thick with tears and devotion, hearts still shining in her eyes.
A few minutes later her breathing evened out, grip never loosening, pussy still fluttering gently around me in her sleep. I let the steady beat of her heart and the perfect fullness of being buried inside her pull me under, safe in the cage of her arms.