Chapter 40: 🌶️🌶️Partners

I strip in seconds. Rip off my shirt, yank down my boxers—my cock’s already rock hard, slapping up against my stomach, hot and thick and swollen as hell. My balls feel tight, pulsing. I can’t wait a second longer.

I grab the camera Emma gave me. She already strapped the elastic on—it’s a head mount, and I figure it out quick enough, but fuck ... it slides, tugs at my hair, the screen blacks out every time I touch it. I press random buttons, it beeps—then nothing.

Emma: “Seriously?”

Me: “I don’t get this thing. Your button’s fucked.”

She laughs softly, crawling toward me on the bed, her ass high, bodysuit still gaping between her cheeks. She takes the camera from my hands, taps a couple buttons, and the indicator light blinks on.

Emma: “There. It’s recording.”

I look at the screen. The frame’s clean, focused. Red light blinking.

It’s on. We’re live.

I glance up. She’s still watching me with that wicked grin.

SLAP

I smack her ass. Hard. Loud. Raw.

Me: “You think this is funny?”

Her skin reddens instantly. The grin fades. So does her breath.

She lowers her head just a little, her back arching deeper. I see her spine quiver. She knows the camera’s rolling. Every sound, every twitch, every drop is being captured.

Emma: “Haa ... mmhh...”

Emma: “Hnnh ... fuck...”

I stay still. Hands tight on her hips. My cock bumps against her thigh—twitching with need.

I lean in. Spread her cheeks apart, slow and firm. She’s ready. Her hole is tight, slick, gleaming. Just looking at it sends a jolt through my chest.

I spit. Thick.

Ptuh.

My saliva drips down, slow, right onto her asshole.

Emma: “Hhhnnn ... ahhh...”

I press my cock against it. Just the tip. Just enough to make her feel the heat.

I grind, barely pushing. Not yet. I want her trembling.

Emma: “Hmhh ... ahh ... aahh...”

I pull back. Then press again. Gentle. I feel the warmth, the pressure. I’m edging her on. She barely moves, breath short and shaky.

Emma: “Nhhn ... haa ... haa...”

Me: “Hhmmm...”

My cock slides between her ass cheeks. I hold her tight. My tip nudging, pushing—never entering. She’s shaking. She’s craving it.

And me—I’m losing it.

Camera rolling. She’s on all fours. And I’m about to fuck her ass.

For real.

I start to push.

Emma: “Hhhnnn ... haa ... aaah...”

Her voice is soft, but her body’s screaming. Her thighs tremble. Her fingers dig into the sheets.

I pull back.

Then push again.

A faint schllk, barely audible.

Just the tip.

Just pressure.

Emma: “Nnhhh ... oh ... oh fuck...”

I hold my breath.

My cock’s throbbing. I want to destroy her, but I keep control.

I back off. Then come back. Again. My tip presses harder against her ass, steady, insistent. Her body starts to give. She opens up for me.

And then, slowly—

I push inside.

Inch by inch.

Emma: “Haaa ... aaah ... B ... haa...”

She gasps, pants, but she’s holding it. Her body’s ready. She prepped for this. She wanted it. And I can feel everything—every twitch, every squeeze around my cock.

Me: “Hnnnnmmmmm...”

I’m halfway in. She’s so warm. So fucking tight. It’s her. It’s unreal.

I grip her ass, spreading her wide, filling her slow.

Then I thrust—one real stroke. Not rough, but clean.

CLAP

Emma: “Aaaaahh! Hnnn ... hhhmmm...”

I pause. Let her breathe.

But my body’s on fire.

I thrust again. A little harder. She moans—but she also pushes back into me.

She wants it.

So I give it to her.

I drive in.

All the way.

My entire cock.

Fuck ... I’m deep inside her...

Emma: “Hhhaaa ... haa ... haa yes...”

I move slow. Short, deep strokes. My cock glides inside her ass, and I feel every ring clamp down on me. It’s fucking insane.

I grip her tighter and start pounding harder. Faster. Deeper.

CLAP ... CLAP ... CLAP...

Emma: “Hnnnhhh ... aaah ... haaah ... haa...”

I close my eyes for a second. Just listen. The smacks of skin, her muffled moans, her choppy breath, the wet glide of my cock inside her ass.

I’m fucking my sister’s ass.

And it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.

She wraps around me like she was made for it. My hips slam into her ass, my hands dig into her waist. Every thrust hits harder than the last.

CLAP ... CLAP ... CLAP...

Emma: “Hhhaaa ... hnnhhh ... aaaaahhh...!”

She’s almost screaming. She’s trying to hold back, but she’s slipping. Fast.

But she can’t be too loud ... the parents are asleep...

Her body starts to give out. Legs shaking. Arms collapsing.

So I grab her.

Slide my hands under hers and wrench her arms back, hard—up toward her spine. I cross them. Lock them tight. She’s trapped. No escape.

Emma: “Hhhnnnn ... aaaaah...!”

I straighten up. Tower over her. My hips slam deep. She’s mine.

I glance down. Her asshole spreads with every thrust. My cock slides out slick and wet—then buries itself again to the base.