Chapter 9 - The Threesome

Steve’s eyes met Zoé’s, her gaze a mixture of hunger and lascivious delight. The sight of his older sister, her red hair catching the afternoon light, standing there watching him still buried inside Mia sent a fresh, raw jolt of lust straight to his already-throbbing cock. Mia, still shuddering from her climax, felt him twitch inside her and let out a breathy giggle.

“Steve ... fuck, you’re still so hard,” she moaned, grinding her hips back against him.

He didn’t hesitate. With a growl that was more animal than man, he gripped her hips firmly and pulled out of her slick heat. A wet, sucking splurch sound echoed in the room as he withdrew. Mia whined at the sudden emptiness, but Steve was already moving, his strength effortlessly maneuvering her trembling body. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, her perfect, round ass now presented to him. Her massive 36DD breasts swung heavily beneath her, a mesmerizing pendulum of pale flesh.

“God, yes, Steve,” Mia panted, pushing her ass back in open invitation. “Fuck me from behind. I want to feel all nine inches of my brother’s fucking cock.”

Zoé moved closer, her eyes wide. She knelt beside them, her hand stroking Steve’s thigh. “I want to watch,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Watch you fuck her brains out.”

Steve positioned himself, the broad head of his cock nudging against Mia’s soaked entrance. He didn’t slam home. He teased, rubbing his length through her slick folds, each pass making her gasp and buck her hips.

“Please, Steve,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Stop teasing me. Fuck your sister. Fuck me!”

With a final, deliberate thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful motion. Mia’s head shot up, a choked scream tearing from her throat as he filled her completely. “Fuuuuck!”

He set a brutal, punishing pace from the start, his balls knocking against her clit with every deep drive. The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling filled the air—a steady, rhythmic sqush-squelch-sqush that was both obscene and intoxicating. Mia’s tits jiggled and bounced wildly with every thrust, a hypnotic spectacle of flesh that Zoé couldn’t look away from.

Zoé leaned in, her lips finding Mia’s, and kissed her deeply. It was a messy, passionate kiss, all tangled tongues and shared breath. As they kissed, Zoé’s hands came up to knead and squeeze Mia’s bouncing breasts, her thumbs circling the hard, pebbled nipples. Mia moaned into Zoé’s mouth, the dual sensations of being fucked hard and having her tits played with pushing her toward another dizzying peak.

Steve watched them, the sight of his two sisters kissing and groping each other while he fucked one of them raw making his blood burn. His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate. Zoé broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Mia’s neck. She looked up at Steve, her green eyes blazing with need.

“I want a taste,” Zoé murmured, her voice barely audible over the sounds of slapping flesh and Mia’s pleasured cries.

She ducked her head down, disappearing beneath the arch of Mia’s back. Steve felt a new, incredible warmth envelop the base of his shaft. He glanced down to see Zoé’s head bobbing there, her lips stretched around his cock where it plunged in and out of Mia. Her tongue lashed at his balls, then swirled around the stretched rim of Mia’s entrance with every inward thrust.

“Oh, my god, Zoé!” Steve grunted, the sensation utterly overwhelming. The hot, wet, tight clutch of Mia’s pussy was one thing, but the added flickering pressure of Zoé’s tongue and the sight of her servicing him sent him spiraling. The filthy, slurping slurp-slurk-glrk sounds emanating from where they were joined were the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.