The sister's secret

The house was quiet when I slipped inside that afternoon, the kind of silence that wrapped around me like a blanket. I climbed the stairs slowly, already wishing Emma was there, her laugh echoing down the hall, her body pressed against mine.

The thought of her — her curves, her moans, the way she squeezed around me — hit me like a wave, and my cock stirred instantly. By the time I reached my room, the ache had grown unbearable.

I shut the door, loosened my pants, and slid them down just enough. The cool air kissed the head of my cock, making it twitch, desperate to be touched.

Laying back on the bed, I wrapped my hand around myself. The first slow stroke drew a groan from my throat, my mind painting Emma’s body in vivid detail — her breasts bouncing as she rode me, her ass grinding against me when I took her from behind, the way her pussy clenched like a velvet vice around my cock.

I stroked slower at first, teasing myself, imagining her mouth sliding down me, wet lips stretched around my cock, her tongue swirling at the tip. My hips jerked as I pictured it, precum slicking my hand, the wet sound of my fist stroking filling the quiet room.

“Fuck…” I hissed, squeezing tighter, stroking faster now.

Emma’s moans played in my head, her voice begging me to go deeper, to fuck her harder. I closed my eyes, groaning as I imagined her legs wrapped around me, nails clawing my back, her pussy dripping all over my cock.

My balls tightened, the pressure mounting. I gritted my teeth, pumping harder, my toes curling against the sheets.

With a grunt, I came hard, thick load of cum spilling over my hand, splattering across my stomach. I stroked through it, milking every drop, my body shuddering until I collapsed back into the mattress, breathless.

The room smelled of sex, my hand sticky, my cock twitching against my thigh. I closed my eyes, letting the aftershocks fade.

That’s when I heard it — faint, distant, almost unreal. A moan.

I froze, ears straining. Maybe my imagination, leftover from the fantasy. But then it came again, soft and unmistakable.

My heart thumped harder.

I ignored it at first, sinking into the comfort of the sheets. But as I stirred again, the sound grew clearer, louder — no longer a trick of my mind, but something happening elsewhere in the house.

Curiosity gnawed at me. I sat up, my cock still soft, sticky with drying cum against my thigh. I muttered to myself, “Should’ve cleaned up,” and tugged my underwear back on.

The moans persisted. My pulse quickened as I stood, moving slowly toward the door, every step heavier, the suspense building.

Whatever was happening downstairs, it wasn’t in my head anymore.

The sound tugged at me, faint but insistent, pulling me out of the haze of release. My cock lay soft, sticky against my thigh, but my pulse was quickening again. Each moan seemed sharper than the last, slicing through the quiet of the house.

I slipped my underwear up, wiped my hand halfheartedly on a crumpled shirt, and eased out of the room. The stairwell creaked softly under my weight, each step making my heart pound louder.

The closer I moved, the clearer it became — the rhythm of voices, the breathless gasps. Definitely real. Definitely female.

My chest tightened.

The hallway stretched out before me, dim, quiet, except for the sounds spilling faintly from one of the rooms. I stopped at the door, half-open, a golden line of light spilling across the floorboards.

I leaned closer.

Through the slit, I caught a flash of movement — pale skin, a bare shoulder arched back in pleasure. Her head tilted, hair spilling wild in a moan that made my cock twitch back to life.

I pressed closer to the door, barely breathing.

The room was alive with them — the sounds, the rhythm, the raw heat between two women tangled together. My hand twitched, aching to touch myself again, but I stayed frozen, transfixed by the sight through the narrow gap.

Every moan, every kiss, every shudder of their bodies only sharpened the ache inside me.

And yet… I didn’t dare move further. The mystery hung in the air — electric, dangerous, intoxicating. I couldn’t believe it was Emma with mom, Now her awkward chuckles, smiles at Mom started to make sence.

Mom lay sprawled across the sheets, hair tangled, chest heaving. Emma was between her thighs, eating her pussy like she’d been starving for it. Mom’s legs were spread wide, toes curling, moans spilling out of her lips without shame.

“Ohhh fuck… Emma, don’t stop… right there… lick my clit, baby, yes…” She gasped, her hips grinding against Emma’s mouth.

Emma moaned into her, tongue flicking fast, sucking Mom’s clit with relentless hunger. Her hands gripped her thighs, holding her down as Mom writhed and cried out.

I leaned against the frame, breath caught, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. I pulled it out, precum already slick, stroking slow, eyes glued to the scene in front of me.

Mom’s moans climbed higher, her voice breaking. “I’m gonna cum—fuck, I’m cumming, don’t you fucking stop!”

Her back arched hard, body trembling, pussy grinding into Emma’s mouth as she screamed through her orgasm. She didn’t stop, sucking harder, her tongue fucking deep, making Mom shudder and cry out again, overstimulated.

My cock pulsed in my hand, but I forced myself to hold back, stroking slow, savoring it.

Mom finally collapsed, panting, sweat slicking her chest. Emma crawled up her body, kissing her deeply, their tongues tangling, mom tasting her own wetness off Emma’s lips. Mom moaned into her mouth, grabbing Emma’s ass, grinding their bodies together.

Mom flipped her onto her back, straddling her face without hesitation. Emma’s moan echoed as Mom lowered her pussy down, riding her mouth, grinding shamelessly. Emma’s tongue flicked against her clit while Mom leaned down, sucking Emma’s nipples, squeezing her tits, moaning against her skin.

I stroked harder now, precum dripping onto my hand, my breath ragged as I watched them writhe together.

Mom’s cries grew sharp again. “Yes—fuck—I’m cumming, Emma, don’t stop!” She screamed, grinding her pussy on her face, cumming a second time, thighs shaking. Emma clutched her ass, pulling her tighter, drinking her down.

Mom slid off, breathless, but she wasn’t done. She moved lower, spreading Emma’s thighs wide. “Your turn,” she whispered.

Mom buried her face between Emma’s legs, licking long, slow strokes up her pussy. She gasped, grabbing the sheets, her hips jerking. Mom’s tongue flicked her clit, sucked it hard, fingers sliding inside her pussy, pumping deep.

“Fuck, yes, Mom… ohhh god… I’m gonna—” Emma screamed, body jolting as she squirted across her mouth. Mom didn’t flinch, lapping it up, licking harder, making Emma thrash and cry out.

My cock jerked, precum slicking my fist, stroking faster now, so close.

It seems Mom wasn’t done. She pushed deeper, two fingers curling inside Emma, tongue grinding her clit until she convulsed again. “No—oh fuck—I can’t—ohhhh FUCK!” she screamed, cumming a second time, pussy dripping, body collapsing against the sheets.

I couldn’t hold it. Watching them moan, writhe, cum again and again broke me. My cock exploded in my hand, cum shooting across the wall and dripping down my fist as I groaned, eyes locked on their trembling, tangled bodies.

All I remembered in a haze Mom kissed Emma messily, both of them panting, sweat and wetness smeared across their skin. “That was so fucking good,” Mom whispered against her lips.

I leaned back in the doorway, cock still twitching in my fist, watching them melt together, spent, satisfied, glowing.

And I thought: this was only the beginning