“Let me talk to Ken.” I offer quickly, before my sister can pursue her idea. I’m surprisingly uncomfortable with the idea of someone else fucking my sister. I know that I can make the threesome happen with Ken if Sherrie wants it. “I’ll see how he feels about this type of thing, without any specifics.”
“Would you?” Sherrie asks, raising her head off my shoulder and looking at my face. “That would be perfect.” She says, kissing me on the lips. “You are wonderful.” She says, before sliding her pussy-soaked tongue into my mouth. The taste of Susan’s juices on Sherrie’s tongue brings my cock back to life, aching for my sister’s pussy. Breaking the kiss, I ease out from under Sherrie and turn on my side, facing Susan.
Lying on her back with her eyes closed, Susan is relaxing, with her thighs splayed open and pussy juice pooling between them. With her hands behind her head, her exquisite tits are pulled high on her chest; the oily coating giving her perfect curves a polished glow.
Kneeling between her legs, I lean forward, placing my hands on the floor on either side of her. My cockhead is lingering next to her pussy lips, as I bend my elbows, barely grazing my chest against her hard nipples. I lower my body to hers. Susan opens her eyes, smiling dreamily, as I gradually glide my cock into her licentious pussy. With my cock fully buried inside her, and my chest resting against her slippery breasts, I push my tongue into my sister’s warm, welcoming mouth.
As Susan wraps her legs around me, tightening our blood-stirring connection, I realize how impossible it is to describe our incestuous couplings. Every time I enter my sister, I get an overwhelming sense of love, passion and belonging; like I’m coming home. It’s unlike sex with anyone else. Even fucking my mother, whom I love unequivocally, is just fucking compared to this.
Slowly, I start rocking up and back, gliding my hard cock in and out of her velvety pussy. With our hungry tongues dueling for space in our mouths, and our slippery chests teasing each other to greater arousal, we increase the pace of our rhythm. Harder and faster, we respond to the mandates of our bodies, until we’re slamming together, demanding the gratification of release that is being held hostage by the sheer pleasure of our illicit sex.
“Oh God!” Susan yells, tightening her legs around me. “Fuck me, Nick! Fuck me, like no one else can!” Susan screams, digging her nails into my ass cheeks, as she bucks frantically against my cock. I pound into her, smacking her ass down against the hardwood floor, as the comforter bunches up behind us. We’re in motion, our oily bodies sliding six to eight inches across the floor with each thrust. I’m hammering her, pushing her along, holding her shoulders, as she grips my ass cheeks, both of us oblivious to anything but our insistent needs.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuucccccck!” Susan cries, gripping my cock with her pussy muscles, as she shivers and shakes through her tumultuous orgasm. Dragging her nails across my ass cheeks, she jerks violently several times, before relaxing her thighs and releasing her grip on my ass. I thrust into her three more times, pushing her head against the wall, before my cock bursts open, deep within her quivering pussy. I jerk against her, sliding my hand between her head and the wall to cushion the blows, as several more spurts of cum erupt from my throbbing cockhead. I finally slump forward, lying on my sister’s chest, catching my breath.
“Fuck!” I whisper. “That was so fucking intense!”
“No kidding.” Susan laughs, still out of breath. “No one fucks me like you do, little brother.” Susan says, kissing the top of my head and running her hands up and down my sweat-soaked back.
“That’s because no one loves you like I do.” I whisper, kissing her neck and running my cheek across her slippery nipples.
“I know.” She whispers.
“Jesus! You guys were off the charts!” Sherrie exclaims. “Not to mention, off the comforter.” She laughs. “What was that? Fucking across the living room floor? I’ve never seen anything like it!” She’s lying on the bunched up comforter, leaning her head on her hand. I’d forgotten we had an audience. For a while it seemed like my sister and I were the only people in the world.
“You should try it!” I tease her. “What? Ken doesn’t ‘move’ you like that?” I joke.
“We’re usually in his bed!” Sherrie retorts. “Not gliding around on the floor in baby oil.” She smiles. “And he doesn’t pound my head into the fucking wall!” She adds, laughing.
“It didn’t hurt.” Susan says, sounding somewhat spacey. “And I’ll take more of it, anytime.” She says, squeezing her pussy muscles around my spent cock, as she pulls me more tightly against her.
“Are you really going to talk to Ken?” Sherrie asks, standing up and stretching her shining body seductively, her swollen pussy lips glimmering below her hairless mound. “You know, about the two of you fucking me together?” She doesn’t have to remind me; I find the idea very enticing.
“Yes.” I answer. “Write down his class schedule and I’ll arrange to run into him in the next couple of days.” I say, anxious to be done with conversation so I can get back to basking in the afterglow of making love to my sister.
“I’m going to take a shower.” Sherrie says, rolling the comforter into a ball and putting it in the laundry basket.
“I’m in no hurry to move.” Susan whispers. “Are you?”
“Not at all.” I tell her, brushing hair from her face before pressing my lips to hers. I grind against her, swooshing my soft cock around in her saturated pussy. I want to fuck her again, but I’ve just cum three times, and my recovery isn’t going to be very fast. There must be a way to use the transmitter on myself to give me complete control over my dick. I think about this as I burrow my face in my sister’s hair and breathe in her scent.
The next day, I conveniently run into Ken, as he crosses the campus after football practice.
“Hey Ken.” I say, as I catch up with him. “How was practice?”
“It sucked!” He barks at me. “Practice sucked, our games suck, and this year’s whole fucking team sucks!” He says, walking slowly, shaking his head.
“Why is this year’s team is so bad, Ken?” I ask. I realize we haven’t won a game all season, I just never thought much about it.
“The offense lacks motivation.” He answers, disgustedly. “A lot of our best players graduated and the new players aren’t motivated to win like we were last year. What we need is some kind of incentive to hold out to these guys.” Ken says, shaking his head again. “I just wish I knew what it was.”
“What do you mean, incentive?” I ask. “Like what? Money?”
“No, money wouldn’t motivate these guys.” Ken says. “We can’t smoke or drink during the season, that only leaves sex as the vice of choice.” He laughs.