Chapter 24 - The Results

Steve noted his father looked much better after the break, the color returning to his cheeks, a fresh glint of competitive fire in his eyes. The contest was back on.

“Alright, you two,” Susan’s voice rang out, clear and commanding. “Next pairing. Steve, you’re with Lily. Robert, you get Sophia.”

A fresh jolt of electricity buzzed through the humid air. Steve’s eyes found his half-sister, Lily, her graceful, enticing figure seeming to glow under the afternoon sun. She bit her plump lower lip, a mix of nervousness and naked desire in her bright blue eyes. Across the patio, Sophia, sleek and confident with her alluring figure, gave her father a wicked grin.

With all the flesh on display—the jiggle of breasts, the bounce of asses, the sway of hips and the gleam of wet skin—Steve’s pole was achingly hard in an instant. Robert, however, took a few minutes more, his body slower to respond but getting there with focused determination.

Wanting to make this good for her, Steve laid down on a plush beach towel beside the shimmering pool. Lily climbed over him, her long black hair forming a silken curtain around their faces. Her scent, something sweet like gardenias and warm skin, filled his senses.

“It’s my first time with a dick this big,” she whispered, her voice a delicate tremor. “Please be gentle.”

He nodded, his hands remaining flat on the towel, palms up in a silent promise. “You’re in control, Lily. Just tell me what you need.”

Nearby, Robert was finally ready. Sophia stood over him, a vision of seductive power. She bent at the waist, her smooth dark hair brushing his chest as she first licked a stripe up his stubbled chin before capturing his mouth in a deep, sultry kiss. The smack of their lips was audible, a wet, hungry sound.

Mia, watching from the sidelines with her arms crossed over her magnificent 36DD chest, was about to voice a complaint about the obvious cheating when she paused. A slow, smile spread across her face. The rules only stated the woman could not touch the man until he was erect. They said nothing about not touching while they had an erection.

Steve’s world narrowed to the woman above him. Lily lowered herself slowly, her tight, wet heat enveloping the tip of his cock with an agonizingly perfect pressure. “Fuck, Lily ... you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily.

She sank down further, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she took him inch by incredible inch. Her inner muscles fluttered around his shaft, a desperate, rhythmic clench-unclench that made his toes curl. “Oh god, Steve ... I’m so... full,” she mewled, her head falling back, presenting the elegant line of her throat.

Her breasts, beautiful and pert, bounced with every small movement she made. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he breathed, watching her face contort in pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hips beginning to piston up and down, finding a frantic rhythm. Each downward stroke was a wet slap of flesh on flesh, each upward stroke a desperate schlick as she almost left him before plunging back down. The sounds were filthy, obscene, and utterly intoxicating. Steve could feel the building tension in his balls, a heavy, urgent pull. He focused on her, on the way her eyes were squeezed shut, on the way her perfect mouth formed a perfect ‘O’.

“You gonna cum for me, Lily? You gonna squirt all over my big fucking cock?” he gritted out.

“Yes! Yes, Steve, I’m so close! Don’t stop fucking me!” she cried out, her movements becoming jerky, uncoordinated.

Across the way, Sophia was grunting, her own sizable breasts swaying hypnotically. She had both hand on Roberts torso while fucking him hard.

As Lily collapsed forward onto Steve’s chest, spent and trembling, Sophia was pinching Robert’s nipples while bouncing herself on him with such force, Robert thought she might break him. “Calm down, sweetie,” he groaned, his voice strained but amused.

“Shut up, Dad!” Sophia shot back, her tone sharp yet teasing. “Fuck your little princess to oblivion! Make me walk funny all day!”

Her words were dripping with a mix of dominance and playful mischief, her hips slamming down harder with each word. The slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed across the patio, mingling with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans. Sophia’s dark hair clung to her damp skin as she rode him with unrelenting intensity, her body a perfect blend of power and sensuality.

Meanwhile, Steve was thrusting his cock deep inside Lily in perfect tandem, each powerful stroke pushing her closer to the edge. Her eyes bulged as a high-pitched scream tore from her throat, so sharp it made his ears ring. Her body shuddered violently before collapsing onto his chest like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Steve stared down at her angelic face, realizing she had lost consciousness from the sheer intensity of her climax. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of their labored breathing filling the space.

From the sidelines, Susan’s voice rang out, crisp and triumphant: “Three minutes, sixteen seconds!” Her tone was laced with both pride and amusement, as if she were tallying points.

Steve lay there beneath Lily’s limp body, his heart pounding like a drum against his ribs. The scorching sun overhead only amplified the raw intensity of what had just happened—her tight pussy still gripping his cock in spasmodic aftershocks as she twitched uncontrollably against him. He pressed soft kisses along her flushed cheeks and forehead until her long lashes fluttered open, revealing those bright blue eyes clouded with confusion.