I lapped at Emily’s pussy without pause as she rode her climax, not even stopping when I felt her hand on my head as she tried to half-heartedly push me away.
“Fuck!” Emily let out a loud moan as the pillow fell away. “Nick!”
I didn’t know whether her calling my name was out of pleasure or a warning to me. Emily had always been extremely wet whenever we’d had sex and fooled around–often making a mess of my bed–but I had never experienced this from her.
Emily’s pussy gushed and sprayed a clear, sweet liquid that I was all too familiar with. My initial reaction was to pull away as soon as it happened–I’d experienced this kind of thing before–but I wasn’t fast enough, taking a direct hit in the chest and soaking my T-shirt.
The angle of Emily’s hips and how I performed oral on my beautiful sister meant that the stream of her female ejaculation went straight up and ended up splashing her naked body more than anything.
“I’m so sorry,” Emily moaned, her legs still held back as her pussy gushed a small stream of juices down her ass and onto the bed. Her stomach quivered from the intensity of her orgasm, and her chest heaved from excitement, adrenaline, and exertion.
I sat back and stroked my cock through my shorts as I admired Emily’s slick, naked body as she tried to recover from the mind-shattering orgasm I’d just given her.
“You do not need to apologise for that, ever,” I leaned over Emily and gave her a lingering kiss.
Emily kissed me back, sliding her tongue into my mouth without a care in the world that her juices were all over my face. I ran a hand up her slick stomach, over the swell of her breasts, and cupped her cheek.
“I love you,” I said softly.
“I love you too,” Emily smiled lazily.
“Get some sleep,” I whispered, kissing her on the cheek.
“Thank you,” Emily smiled, her eyes already drooping closed.
I kissed her forehead softly and tucked the naked brunette into bed before leaving her room. No more than fifteen minutes had passed since I entered, but I was leaving with a raging erection and a wet T-shirt. I pulled the garment off and tossed it onto the pile of clothes by Emily’s bedroom door. Mel wouldn’t mind if I came to her room shirtless anyway. The scent from her twin might still linger, but I had a feeling that would only entice Mel even more.
Soft snores greeted my ears as I pulled Emily’s door closed behind me. Emily slept like a corpse, so there wasn’t much chance she’d wake up to any sounds coming from Mel’s room tonight, especially after my visit.
I turned to Mel’s bedroom door, and unlike her sister’s, it was closed tight.
My anxiety about entering someone’s room uninvited kicked in, and I was suddenly second-guessing myself. What if Mel was actually mad at me? What if she tossed me out and made a scene about it? What if I ruined all my chances with her by making this one mistake?
I shook my head to dispel my worries. There was no way Mel would get mad at me for coming to her in the night. None of my siblings seemed to understand personal space when it came to bedrooms in this house, especially when it came to mine.
I pushed my anxiety deep down and focused on the woman behind the door. We’d played our erotica game of cat and mouse long enough, only receiving sexual gratification that one time. I thought about that moment plenty. The feel of her slim, slender body against mine. The touch of her hands on my erection and the heat emanating from her slick entrance. We’d shared a powerful orgasm that day, but most of all, it had opened me up to accepting these remarkable women as my lovers.
Even though both women were insanely beautiful, I’d struggled with Jen and Sarah to reach climax. I’d fucked them both relentlessly without sign of my own orgasm. It was my own sisters that I needed.
And I knew they needed me just as badly.
I grasped the door handle to Mel’s room and flung the door inward quickly, surprising my anxiety with a ‘ripping the band-aid off’ approach. My heart hammered in my chest as I crossed the threshold into a hue and glow of purples, pinks, and blues. My eyes went straight to Mel’s computer desk across the room, but she wasn’t seated in the chair. The computer was thankfully powered down. I didn’t want to cause any trouble with her streaming by bursting into her room shirtless.
“Nick?”
Mel was standing by the closet, one of the mirrored sliding doors open to display my hiding spot from the previous night amidst her clothing. Mel was completely naked except for a pair of black and red, thigh-high wool socks. Her long white hair reflected the changing lights of her room and hung freely over her shoulders and down her chest, obscuring her perky breasts. She looked surprised to see me and fidgeted with a pair of black and red panties she held in her hands, no doubt wanting to pair them with her socks. I must have caught her mid-preparation for coming to see me.
I crossed the room with two long strides and picked Mel up. My hands found purchase on her small, tight ass, and I lifted her easily. Mel let out a small gasp as I lifted her, but she responded by wrapping her slender legs around my waist and looping her arms behind my neck. The panties in her hand were discarded to the floor, forgotten and of no use.