Skip to content This is part 2, for part 1: I fucked my sister’s girlfriend
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Ashley reached for her phone. I watched her thumb skim across the screen, quickly then slowly, quickly then slowly, scrolling notifications and checking Snap like nothing weird had happened at all. Then her whole face lit up.
“Speak of the devil,” Ashley said, holding the phone up so I could see. “Your sister just woke up.”
The message was from my sister. The screen showed a selfie: Maya in bed, hair in a messy snarl, her bare shoulder peeking out from a blue blanket. Her eyes looked puffy but happy. The caption read: “horny, where did u go? woke up without u and I can’t find my pants lol.”
My face burned so hard I thought it might catch the couch on fire.
Ashley giggled. “I told you she was trouble.”
She climbed off my lap, stretched, and stepped into her thong like it was a stage cue. Then she handed me my shorts and snapped her own shorts up over her hips. She kept scrolling as she walked to the kitchen, swigging juice from the carton and firing back texts with both thumbs. She moved with a total lack of shame that made me wish I had any.
I yanked my shorts up and followed her, cock still half hard and stuck to my thigh.
Ashley didn’t bother lowering her voice. “She says she’s dying for a shower. Guess what that means?”
I looked at the floor. “She’s gonna… shower?”
She rolled her eyes. “She’s gonna diddle herself for, like, forty minutes. That’s why her showers use so much water.” She grabbed my hand, pulled me to the door. “You’re coming with. Don’t argue.”
We walked next door in the hot morning sun. Ashley punched in the door code and opened. She led me to the living room and sat me down. “Stay here. Don’t say a word. I’m gonna go surprise her.” Her eyes narrowed, serious for the first time all morning. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”
She vanished up the stairs. Then, from the master bath, the staccato drum of the shower hitting tile and then the brief, sharp squeal of Maya’s laugh. Ashley’s laugh answered it, and then two high, happy voices overlapped in the echoey bathroom.
I waited. I waited about ninety seconds before I got bored of the couch and hornier than I’d been in months. The sounds from upstairs were hard to ignore. Every giggle, every moan, every wet slapping noise drilled straight into the lizard part of my brain that Ashley had just spent the morning rewiring.
I imagined Maya in there, naked and dripping, her tits gleaming with suds while Ashley pressed her up against the foggy glass. My cock was instantly rigid, a tent pole under my shorts. I squeezed it, felt a fresh pulse of guilt, but couldn’t make myself stop.
The noises got louder. Thumps, then squeals, then a loud, open-mouthed moan that could only mean one thing. I glanced around, then tiptoed up the stairs. At the top, I edged along the hall until I was outside the bathroom door.
A thin line of light glowed underneath, water hissed, and I could hear Maya’s horny voice.
“Come on, Ash. You said we were just gonna shower … oh fuck, do that again—”
Ashley’s voice, lower but easy to make out. “Can’t help it. You taste like marshmallows.”
Wet noises, slapping and slurping, then Maya’s giggle. “I do not. Stop.”
Ashley: “Swear to god. Here, taste yourself.”
Maya: “Ugh, you are so gross. Wait—”
Thump, splash, then Maya’s moan, longer this time. I found myself crouching by the door, forehead pressed to the cool wood, my hand already inside my shorts. I could picture them perfectly, Maya’s ass pressed to the glass, Ashley on her knees with Maya’s foot propped on her shoulder, both of them slippery and pink from the hot water.
I checked the knob, which was locked. But the house was old, and the doors all had skeleton keyholes, fat and round. I lowered myself to my knees and peered through.
The bathroom was mostly fog, but through the glass I saw Maya standing in the shower, arms up, palms flat against the wall. Her hair was down her back. Her skin was pale except where Ashley’s hands left pink prints on her hips and ass. She looked like porn. She looked like the inside of every fantasy I’d tried to bury since puberty.
Ashley knelt behind her, one hand gripping Maya’s thigh, the other buried between Maya’s legs. She ate her out with a hunger I’d never seen in real life, not slowing or pausing even when Maya tried to twist away. Maya’s tits were mashed to the glass, huge and wet and moving with every heave of her chest. She was grinding back on Ashley’s face, and every time Ashley pushed in, Maya’s hips rocked and a noise like a kitten’s cry came out of her.
I bit my own arm to keep from groaning. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. I watched until Maya started to cum, her whole body rigid, the showerhead blasting her nipples while her knees shook. Ashley didn’t stop. She just tongued Maya through it, up and down, then stuck her tongue as deep as it would go and pressed her face in tight.
The show ended with both of them laughing, Maya breathless, Ashley sucking a bruise onto Maya’s hip. They shut off the shower, stepped out into the steam, and started toweling off. Neither of them bothered to close the glass door.
Ashley was the first to talk. “You know how wet you get for me? I bet you soak through your panties at school.”
Maya said, “Shut up.”
“It’s true. You should let your brother taste it. He’d lose his mind.”
Maya whipped the towel at her. “Stop talking about Alex. You’re such a weirdo.”
“I’m serious. I bet he’d fuck you right now if I asked him.”
“You would not.”
“Bet. I let him fuck me this morning, and he was obsessed. You should have seen his face when I told him about you.”
Silence. I watched Maya’s face, pink from the shower but also pink from something else. She was thinking about it. I could tell.
Ashley said, “You want to. I can see it in your face.”
“He’s my brother.”
“You still want to.”
Maya then asked quietly, “What if he’s not interested?”
“Trust me. He’s dying for it. And he’s huge.”
Maya laughed. “You’re insane. Is he really?”
“Do you want me to describe it in more detail?”
Maya squealed and smacked her with the towel. But she didn’t say no.
They started doing their hair, still in just towels, in front of the mirror. Ashley towel-dried Maya’s hair, fluffing it out, then kissed her neck and whispered something I couldn’t hear. Maya giggled, flicked her own nipples in the mirror, then said, “If I did it, would you really watch?”
“Every second. I made him promise.”
Maya bit her lip. “I don’t know if I can.”
“I do. You want to.”
“I do.”
Ashley smiled at her in the mirror, then leaned in and kissed Maya.
I ducked away from the door, my cock diamond-hard in my shorts, heart pounding. I made it back down to the living room before my knees gave out. I crashed into the couch, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what I’d just heard … and seen.
I wasn’t sure what to feel. Terrified? Horny? I was mostly just impatient.
Ashley came down first, hair perfect, eyes bright, acting like nothing was unusual. She straddled my lap and kissed me, her lips tasting faintly of shower gel and pussy.
“You ready for the show?” she said, grinning.
Maya’s footsteps were light and hesitant on the stairs. When she saw me on the couch, her eyes went wide. She wore a towel, nothing else, and her cheeks were the color of fresh raspberries.
“Hey,” I said.
She nodded, then glared at Ashley. “I can’t believe you.”
Ashley said, “He wanted to see you. I promised.”
“Not like this.”
“Exactly like this.” Ashley patted the cushion next to me, and Maya sat, knees together, clutching the towel.
Ashley slid her hand under the towel, onto Maya’s thigh. Maya tried to slap it away, but Ashley just grabbed her wrist and kissed it. “You want this,” she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. “Stop pretending you don’t.”
Maya’s eyes flicked to mine, then back to Ashley. She exhaled, nervous, but didn’t pull away.
Ashley pulled Maya’s towel off, slow as peeling a banana. Maya sat completely naked on the couch, hands in her lap, her blonde hair half-damp and wild. Her tits were everything I’d imagined and more: full, perfect, big pink nipples hard from the AC. Her stomach was flat, hips flared, thighs thick and smooth. Between her legs, a neat strip of blonde, just like Ashley had said.
Ashley palmed Maya’s breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. “He likes this part,” she said to Maya. “Watch his face.”
I was frozen. My whole body felt like it was vibrating.
Maya laughed, the nervousness still there but fading. “You’re an idiot,” she said, but her eyes didn’t leave mine. “You really want to do this?”
I tried to sound normal. “I mean… if you do.”
Maya’s hand found my thigh, squeezed. She looked at Ashley. “You’re not leaving?”
Ashley shook her head. “I’m staying. I want to see. We had a deal.”
Maya shrugged, laughed again, and leaned into me. Her mouth was soft, the kiss pure sugar, nothing like Ashley’s. She tasted like mint, and it made me want her more than I’d ever wanted anyone.
She broke the kiss. “Is this weird?” she asked.
Ashley answered for me. “It’s hot. And it’s okay. Trust me.”
Maya’s hand went to my shorts, tenting out. She touched me gently at first, then bolder, squeezing the outline of my cock. “I want to see it,” she said, giggling.
I yanked my shorts down. Maya’s eyes went huge, and she grinned, flashing perfect white teeth. She reached out and touched the tip, ran her fingers down the length. “You’re seriously big,” she said, more amazed than scared.
Ashley grinned. “Told you.”
Maya stroked me slowly and carefully. She looked at Ashley, then at me. “Should I…?”
Ashley nodded. “Anything you want.”
I leaned in, kissed her again, and this time she kissed back with tongue. Her hand pumped my cock, her tits pressed to my chest, and the whole thing felt like a dream with the lights too bright and the air too sharp.
I couldn’t wait. I picked her up and laid her back on the couch. She spread her legs for me, not shy anymore. Her pussy was pink and slick and spread open, the inner lips glistening. She wanted it.
I rubbed the head of my cock against her, smearing her wetness all over the tip. She gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck.
Ashley stood behind us, one hand buried in her own shorts, the other on Maya’s hair.
“Go slowly,” Ashley whispered. “She’s tight.”
I pushed in. The head popped through, and Maya sucked in a breath. She looked up at me, blue eyes wide.
I pushed deeper, feeling her stretch and grip every inch. Maya’s mouth made an O, but she didn’t stop me. When I bottomed out, her whole body shook, and her tits pressed to my chest.
“Holy shit,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Neither could I. I pulled out, then slid back in, a little faster. She moaned, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer.
Ashley cheered. “Good girl. Take it.”
I started to fuck my sister.
I thrust slowly at first because she was tighter than I expected. Her pussy gripped me hard, hot and slick, the walls fluttering every time I sank in. I looked down between us. Her neat strip of blonde hair framed everything. Her outer lips were stretched around my cock, pink and shiny, the inner folds clinging to me every time I pulled back. Clear wetness leaked out and ran down toward her ass. I pushed in again and watched her take me all the way.
Maya’s head tipped back. Her mouth stayed open. Those big natural tits bounced with every stroke, soft and heavy, the pink nipples hard and pointing up. I reached down and grabbed one, squeezing the full weight of it, thumb rolling over the nipple. She moaned louder and arched into my hand.
“Fuck, look at them,” Ashley said from behind the couch. “Your sister’s tits are perfect. Keep fucking her. Stretch that little pussy.”
I did. I picked up speed, hips snapping forward. Maya’s legs locked around my waist and pulled me deeper. Every time I bottomed out she made a broken little sound and her tits jumped. I bent my head and sucked one nipple into my mouth, tongue flicking while I kept thrusting. She tasted like clean skin and faint soap. Her hand came up and held the back of my head, keeping me there.
“Alex,” she gasped. “You’re actually fucking me. Holy shit.”
“I am sis … I’m having sex with you.”
Maya’s face went bright red but she didn’t stop moving. “It’s so big,” she panted. “You’re stretching me. I can feel every inch. Don’t stop.”
I fucked her harder. The wet sound of her pussy filled the room, loud and filthy. Her tits bounced wildly now, slapping lightly against her chest. I let go of the one in my mouth and pushed both of them together, fucking her while I watched them move. Her pussy got even wetter. Every thrust pushed more slick out around my cock and down her ass. She was soaking the cushion under her.
Ashley reached down and rubbed Maya’s clit with two fingers while I stayed buried deep. Maya’s whole body jerked. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried. Her pussy clamped down so hard I almost came right then. I had to stop moving for a second and just grind against her, feeling her pulse around me.
“Don’t you dare pull out,” Ashley said. “You’re going to come inside her. Fill your sister’s pussy. That’s the deal.”
Maya looked up at me, eyes glassy, lips swollen. She nodded once. “Do it,” she whispered. “I want it. Come in me.”
That broke whatever control I had left. I slammed into her, deep and rough, chasing the edge. Her tits were crushed against my chest, soft and warm. Her pussy squeezed me in tight little pulses. I buried myself as far as I could go and stayed there. My cock throbbed and I started to come, thick spurts pumping straight into her. Maya moaned and locked her legs tighter, taking every drop while her pussy milked me.
I kept twitching inside her until there was nothing left. When I finally pulled out, a heavy line of cum followed, leaking from her swollen, stretched lips and running down toward the couch. Her pussy looked used, pink and open, still fluttering. Her tits rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath, nipples still hard.
Maya was a mess: hair wild, tits flushed, my cum leaking out of her. Ashley licked her fingers, scooped some of the mess from Maya’s pussy, and tasted it.
“Perfect,” she said. “Exactly what I wanted to see.”
Maya smiled up at me, dreamy and satisfied. “Next time,” she said, “we’re doing it in my bed.”
I nodded, still dizzy.
Ashley curled up with us, arms around both of us, grinning like a maniac.
The deal was sealed.
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