Cool air filled my lungs, and I held it for a moment before exhaling my impure thoughts. At first, I believed I could let go of the excitement wrapping me like a rope, but time proved my thinking to be false.
No matter how long I meditated, my intimate moment with Claire lingered in my mind like a stubborn stain on the fabric.
My rod twitched each time I recalled the massage of her soft inside. I wanted to penetrate her again.
When I opened my eyes, Claire rubbed her eyes and looked around. Thank God she's awake. My own shaft couldn't endure the weight of its firmness.
"Big sister, you are awake."
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Around thirty minutes."
She crawled toward me and leaned her back against my chest. "And you have been enduring it for that long?" she asked, stroking my shaft.
I pulled her chin and pecked her, but she pulled her head and smiled at me mischievously.
"Little brother isn't so little down there. Your big sister will relieve you."
She leaned toward my shaft and kissed its head. It twitched as if a baby bird was expecting food from their mother. However, in this case, she opened her mouth and put it inside. As both hands stroke the long, veiny body, the tongue slithered around the opening and the urethral.
I rubbed her grey hair and chuckled. "Where do you learn this?"
She pulled her head and smiled. "Hehehe, do you like it? Sis anticipated this day, so Sis learned about it on the internet last night. Are you feeling good?" she asked, hands stroking my rod.
I pointed back to my own shaft. "Well, why not try making me come? Let's see how good of a learner our big sister is. I am counting on you, my pretty big sister."
Like a loving family, she took good care of my rod. Cleaning the head meticulously, her tongue mopped from the glans to the urethra opening. Her left hand mischievously rubbed my buns, and her right hand palpated my sack of life up to the shaft. Her movement felt rhythmic in an attempt to harvest the liquid of life.
Alas, it wasn't enough. I felt good and all, but if she maintained this pace, she could go all day without harvesting anything. I needed to guide her to embrace the wildness of the beast.
I grabbed her head and pushed my dick deep into her throat. She widened her eyes and gagged, but I knew my big sister was strong (ignoring her trauma).
I swung my hips back and forth, using her head as my cocksleeve. I knew I could come faster, and my sister—my super wonderful and powerful sister—assisted me by whipping around her tongue along the quick moving serpent.
"Good sister. I love my big sister."
As if getting encouragement, she wrapped her arms around my butt and moved her head back and forth.
The semen flowed from my shaft and burst from the opening, filling her throat. As I pulled my dick, some of the thick liquid spilled onto the floor.
"Gagghh... gulp."
At first, she panted heavily before closing her mouth and swallowing my cum. Then, she prostrated and licked the spilled one on the floor.
Looking at her behavior, my dick arched up again. When she raised her head, it poked her cheek.
"Why is it still up?"
I knelt before her and said, "Because my sister is so wonderful, pretty, and strong. I can't get tired of my big sister."
Based on my own assumption, these words worked wonders on her, or it should have. However, she looked at me calmly.
"Fufufu. You are looking down on your sister, aren't you? Do you think I am an easy woman?"
"Uh, no. I really think you are strong and pretty," I said. Even though I sounded like I had an ulterior motive, I truly thought of her like that.
"Hehehe, just kidding. I know your feelings are genuine. Eiiii." She pushed me onto the floor and sat on my pelvis. "But as your big sister, I can't let you take the lead. Let your sister take you to heaven."
She led my shaft inside her, cradling it in a warm hug. Both of us took a moment to enjoy the connection between us. We seized each other's eyes, watching the glimmer of affection on our irises.
She leaned closed and pulled up her waist. Kissing my chest, she pushed forward, letting my rod ram her deepest part. She twirled my nipple and kissed the other one while maintaining the thrusting movement.
Tight, warm walls squeezed my shaft. Wet tongue pressed my nipple, and soft pinched enhanced my desire on the other one. Getting stimulated from three parts, my own heartbeat filled my head. I followed my instinct to hug her tightly.
"Hehehe, I know you will like it."
"My sister is the best."
She straightened her back and stirred her hips like my dick was a ladle inside a pot of soup. While cooking me, she also grabbed her own boobs and sang her moans.
The sight of her reminded me the day when she had raped me. However, I could feel her warm vaginal walls clamping against me this time.
I licked my lips and decided to be a mischievous soup. I thrust my hips upward, and she tipped onto me.
"Brother, you are so bad, hehe. I will teach you a lesson now."
She moved her hips up and down again with quicker tempo. While maintaining her pace, she straightened her back and smiled smugly at me.
I only paid attention to her jiggling boobs. As I reached them out, she held my hands and pressed them against the squishy jugs. As I fondled them, she quickened her pace.
"Mmmh, sister. I'm going to come."
"Let's cum together~"
At long last, I loaded my biggest shot into her womb. The thick semen dripped out of her pussy as she arched her back, feeling orgasm straight into her head. Then, she fell onto me again.
"Um, sister are you there?"
"I—I am. It's wonderful~"
I sighed in relief. For a moment, I thought she had lost consciousness again.