My sister moaned about my cock, vocalizing her agreement. The humming delight of her voice sent flutters racing down my dick. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth. I wanted that ass. I watched Mom work a third finger into Melody’s sphincter, widening her brown ring, getting her ready for my dick’s girth.
Damn, this was so hot. So sexy. My own fucking harem of women. Melody at the top, then Mom and her sister, and then my sisters. Maybe other girls. Stefani, my older sisters best friend, was always flirting with me, cock-teasing me like Zoey did. Those two would have to learn there are consequences to teasing a man and making him hard.
“Fuck,” I snarled, my balls aching. “She’s ready, Mom.”
Mom pulled her fingers out of my sister’s ass. She held them up to me, a twinkle in her eye. “She is, Sir.”
I licked her fingers, savoring the lingering traces of sweet pussy mixed with sour ass. I groaned as I pulled my dick out of Melody’s mouth. She sucked in deep breaths as I moved on the bed, Mom sliding out of the way.
“May I guide you in, Sir?” Mom asked, her eyes big. “I want to hold my son’s big, thick cock as he fucks his sister’s ass for the first time.” There was motherly pride in her voice.
“Yes,” I growled.
She shoved her fingers between her thighs, rubbing her pussy before she seized my cock, stroking her cream onto my shaft. I grinned at her as she brought me to my half-sister’s asshole. Melody watched over her shoulder, her face tight, fear in her eyes.
“Melody,” I said. “You’re a fucking tomboy. You once skinned both your knees and wanted to keep on playing. Don’t be scared. Trust me.”
Her breath quickened. She nodded. “I do, Clint. I do. You won’t harm me.”
“He’ll only hurt you,” Mom purred. “And that is something completely different” She rubbed my cock against Melody’s tight sphincter. “Now fuck your sister’s virgin ass. She needs it so badly. Her ass is yours.”
“Mine,” I snarled and thrust.
Melody’s back arched. Her head snapped up. She hugged a pillow to her as my dick forced past her tight sphincter. My eyes widened as the velvety, hot tightness of her bowels gripped me. I pushed deeper and deeper as she groaned, shuddering, clenching down hard on my dick. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath when I bottomed out in her.
“I took you,” she groaned, voice tight with pain. “I took you, Clint.”
“You did,” I growled, my hand sliding around her hip to her stomach. “God, you are tight. I could just stay like this forever, savoring your bowels.”
“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her breath slowing, her bowels relaxing. My finger reached for her clit and–
Her phone blared Pharrell’s Happy. She threw a look to her discarded jeans on the floor, her phone peeking out of a pocket, the screen lighting up. “That’s your house’s landline, Clint.”
“Alicia,” I groaned. My little sister eschewed cell phones for some reason–don’t ask. She enjoyed having her kindle eReader, which wasn’t even a proper tablet she could do something else on beside reading books. Only her and my mom ever used our landline. “Why would she be…?”
Melody and I both looked at each other, our eyes widening as the same idea popped into our head.
Last night, when Melody and I had made love and fucked four times, we had not been quiet. My bedroom was on the third floor, sharing the attic with a storage room. Alicia’s was on the second floor but not directly beneath mine. She was the only person home last night, and she might have heard us.
And now she was calling Melody. She never called Melody.
“Get the phone, Mom,” I growled, my finger rubbing on Melody’s clit. “Hurry.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, not questioning, hearing the authority in my voice.
“Clint?” Melody asked.
“Talk to her,” I grinned. “If she heard us last night, I want to know if she’s turned on. Probe her. Put her on speaker phone and let’s find out how ripe my sister’s cherry is.”
Melody’s bowels clenched on my dick. “Oh, you are a wicked brother.”
“Uh-huh,” Mom said, rushing back to the bed and handing Melody her iPhone.
“Quiet,” I told Mom, my finger slightly stroking Melody’s clit. I wanted to pound her ass so hard, but I resisted.
Melody connected the proper sequence of dots on the screen to unlock it and hit the speaker button. “Hey, Cupcake, this is a surprise.”
“Are you with Clint?” the quiet voice of my sister asked. I imagined her in the kitchen, sitting at the island on one of the stools, the phone pressed against her ear, her petite body trembling. She was just budding into womanhood, a late bloomer compared to Zoey or even Lee.
Melody glanced at me. I shook my head.
“No, no, he went to play a game of pickup basketball with his asshole friends,” Melody answered. “I decided to hangout at the house. So what’s up, Cupcake?”
“I…” Alicia’s voice hesitated. “Well… I don’t know… It’s… Maybe this was a bad idea.”
“You heard Clint and I making love last night,” Melody boldly said, her bowels clenching on my dick.
I fought a groan, rubbing her clit. Melody shivered as there was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. Then Alicia said, “I… did. So…?”
Her cheeks must be crimson right now, her cute glasses slipping down her button nose. Damn, it was torture not fucking Melody’s hot, tight bowels. My dick ached so badly. I needed that sweet friction about me.
“So… what? Why did I make love to your brother?”
“I know why.” Alicia swallowed. “You love him.”
“I do. And it was so sexy. Your brother made our first time special.”
“He did.” Her voice rose, interest clear in her tone. “That’s good. What was it… like?”
“Why are you so curious? Eager to have that special boy carry you off and pop your cherry. Who is it?”
“There’s no one,” Alicia said. “Not really.”
Melody looked at me and mouthed, “She wants you.”
Mom nodded her head, lying on the bed, biting her lip as she slowly rubbed at her pussy lips, listening to her youngest daughter’s breathy, virginal curiosity. Mom’s breasts jiggled so invitingly while Melody shifted.
“You can tell me who the boy is,” Melody purred. “Is it a boy at school?”
“I guess,” Alicia squirmed. “So what was it like? When he… You know?”
“Popped my cherry?”
“That’s not romantic,” Alicia gasped. “I thought you said it was romantic.”