Fun Company
Copyright© 2026 by Georgy Beck
Story 2 - Mike and Susan. Day 2
Erotica Sex Story: Story 2 - Mike and Susan. Day 2 - Mike and Susie, even though they're adults now, have never had sex the way they did that night. What happened? Read it and find out. ----- My friend, who is already publishing on this site, suggested that I also publish my stories on SOL. I've been refusing for a long time, not considering that my stories are worth showing somewhere else. But in the end, I gave up and decided to give it a try. This story couldn't be here without her. ----- The story has been translated into English using AI
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Group Sex First Facial Masturbation Petting Voyeurism AI Generated
Mike
I woke up to warmth.
Not to stuffiness, not to light, not to noise—just warmth, the kind my body already knew was happening while my mind still dozed in half-sleep. Something soft, wet, alive enveloped my cock, and every cell in me responded to the touch. I instinctively thrust my hips forward, savoring it, my eyes still shut.
It’s a dream. Just a dream...{br}
But the sensations felt more and more real. So I forced my eyes open.
I blinked. The ceiling—familiar down to the millimeter. This was my room. Morning light sliced through the curtains. And at my feet—Susie.
Not a dream. She hadn’t vanished.
She was really there, curled up at the foot of the bed, her back to me, her head moving rhythmically up and down. Her dark hair, soft and slightly tangled from sleep, spilled over her back and onto my stomach, tickling my skin. Her warm breath heated my skin.
My heart pounded so hard I heard it in my ears.
So last night wasn’t a figment of my imagination.
She was here.
And she ... she was sucking my cock.
My sister. My Susie.
I couldn’t look away. Her back was arched, her ass lifted, and I saw the damp glisten of her pubic hair in the morning light. The sight stole my breath, and my cock hardened even more. She was already aroused. Ready.
And I ... I burned with the need to touch her.
My hand lowered to her hair on its own. It was soft, slightly damp with night sweat, carrying the faint scent of her shampoo. I buried my palm in the silky strands, and she tensed slightly but didn’t stop. Her mouth kept working—focused, rhythmic, with a morning determination that hadn’t been there last night. Her tongue slid along my shaft, sending shivers through my entire body.
So she’d woken up before me and decided to wake me like this.
My palm left her hair and slid down her back, over her ass, until my fingers brushed the curls on her mound. They found her lips. The skin there was scorching, impossibly wet, almost boiling. I played with the curls, stroked her slit. Her lips were soft, plump, already swollen from arousal. I touched her entrance, and she let out a quiet moan, never breaking from my cock.
My finger slipped inside—easy, like gliding through oil. She was so wet that my palm immediately grew sticky with her arousal. I began moving it carefully, afraid of tearing her hymen.
Careful. Very careful.{br}
Every thrust drew a quiet sigh from her, and I felt her relax under my touch, her body accepting me.
Then a thought struck me—from one of those porn clips I’d watched in secret.
What if I tried...?{br}
I pulled my finger out—it gleamed with her wetness, like it was varnished. I smeared it over her asshole.
Susie shot me a surprised glance, her mouth pausing for a second, but she didn’t stop. Her tongue slid up my shaft, then over my balls, before she wrapped her lips around me again.
“Can I?” I asked hoarsely, my voice rough as I traced the ring of her ass, my throat dry with excitement.
She nodded, and her sphincter loosened slightly under my finger.
She agrees. She trusts me.{br}
I gently pushed it inside, millimeter by millimeter.
At one point, she bit down on my cock, and I froze in alarm.
Too rough? Too much? I don’t want to hurt her...{br}
But she didn’t pull away. She just let out a soft moan, accepting the new sensation. Her body tensed slightly, then relaxed again, as if to say: Keep going. I like it.
“It’s fine,” she whispered, pulling off my cock. Her lips glistened with saliva, and her voice was slightly hoarse. “It was a little uncomfortable at first, but now ... it’s the opposite. Really nice. I’ve heard about anal sex, so you can keep trying. Just be gentle.”
With that, she took my cock back into her mouth, this time sucking more earnestly, as if she wanted to prove she wasn’t afraid of experimentation.
I began moving my finger inside her ass, and when I saw her start to rock her hips and push back harder, I slid my thumb into her pussy as well. She moaned, never taking my cock from her mouth, and rode my fingers even more eagerly.
Her hand slipped between her legs, and I watched as she started rubbing her clit, her fingers moving with desperate speed.
She’s close. I know it.{br}
My fingers worked harder. The dual stimulation made her body tremble.
I watched as her back arched, her breath hitched, her skin broke out in goosebumps. She was so aroused that I could see her wetness dripping onto the sheets.
Suddenly, her hand left her clit and grabbed my wrist. Her nails dug painfully into my skin. Her body trembled—first in small shivers, then stronger, like leaves in the wind.
I realized: she’s coming.{br}
Her muscles clenched around my fingers, and I felt her orgasm ripple through her, her body pulsing in time with my own arousal.
And in that moment, I couldn’t hold back either.
My cock twitched, and then I came, releasing my cum straight into her mouth.
She didn’t pull away—instead, she took it all with a kind of greed. She swallowed my cock deeper, and her throat clenched around the head, squeezing out the last drops.
Her tongue kept working, gathering every last drop, as if she didn’t want to waste a single bead.
When the last wave of pleasure ebbed, she pulled back, licked her lips, and smiled at me.
Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks were flushed pink with arousal, and her lips were slightly swollen.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
All I could do was smile in return.
Good morning. The best morning of my life.
We were still catching our breath when I realized I couldn’t hold back a grin. She gazed down at me, her dark hair spilling across my chest, mischief glinting in her eyes. My cum still glistened on her lips, and she made no move to wipe it away—as if she wanted me to see it.
I pulled her close and kissed her. She responded at once—softly, but with the same morning determination she’d had while sucking me just minutes ago. As we kissed, I tasted myself on my tongue, mixed with her saliva. Strangely, it didn’t repulse me. If anything, it felt intimate—almost ceremonial. We both knew what had just happened, and we kissed as if we were affirming it to each other.
Our bodies entwined, and we began rolling across the bed without breaking the kiss. I had no idea who had pushed whom, who had started it—we just tumbled over the sheets like two balls of yarn tangled into one. Her legs slid against mine, her hands wandered over my back, and my fingers dug into her backside, feeling her tense beneath my palms.
Then—suddenly—the edge. I felt my leg dangle into empty air and realized we were about to fall. I jerked back, trying to hold us both, but the momentum was too strong. Susie let out a sharp gasp, and for a second we both froze, teetering on the edge of the bed like circus acrobats.
“Careful!” I breathed, clutching the sheet.
She glanced down at the floor looming dangerously close, then suddenly burst into laughter—bright, genuine, like a child.
“We almost crashed!” she chuckled, burying her face in my shoulder.
I laughed too, feeling the tension melt away into lightness. We rolled back from the edge, and I exhaled in relief. She settled on top of me, resting her hands on my chest, and I felt her nipples brush against my skin. Her legs lay between mine, and I could distinctly feel her hot, wet pussy pressing against my cock. It was still half-hard, and the contact sent a sweet pulse through me.
She peered down at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“Well? Happy?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Seduced your little sister, huh?”
I nearly choked on my indignation. Was she serious? “Me?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Seduced? Who barged into my room last night in nothing but a nightshirt, then started telling me all about spying on Mom and Dad?”
“That doesn’t matter, brother,” she purred, her voice dripping with feline cunning. “Go on, say you’ve never wanted to fuck me.”
And then she lifted herself slightly and began grinding her pussy against my cock—slowly, almost weightlessly. I felt her wet folds slide over my tip, and for a second my vision blurred. She was so wet, so hot, I had to clench my teeth to keep from groaning aloud.
“Susie,” I said, forcing my voice to stay even, “if you don’t stop grinding, I’m going to fuck you right now—even if it means breaking my promise to Mom to behave.”
Her eyes flashed wide—as if she’d heard something incredible. Her smile grew even broader, and I realized I’d walked right into her trap.
“Really?” she asked in a mock-innocent voice, though I saw her pupils dilate. And she started grinding even harder.
Damn her.
“You little—” I huffed, and without thinking, I slipped my hands to her ribs.
I’d known her weak spot since we were kids. The second I started tickling, she turned into a shrieking, squirming ball of nerves. And it worked perfectly now. A startled shriek tore through the room, and she began thrashing, trying to twist away from my fingers.
“No! Mike, stop!” she giggled, wriggling. “Quit it!”
“Then stop teasing me!” I shot back, not letting up.
A full-blown scuffle broke out. We rolled across the bed like kids, as if we’d forgotten that just minutes ago we’d been doing anything but childish things. She kicked at me, I grabbed her wrists, and we both laughed until we cried. For a while, I couldn’t tell where my legs ended and hers began, or even which way we were rolling.
Then I heard a dull thud and her sharp cry.
“Ow!”
I froze, looking down. She was sitting on the floor, massaging her bruised rear, tears glistening in her gaze—whether from pain or laughter, I couldn’t tell. Damn it, I hadn’t caught her. I leaned over the edge of the bed, guilt twisting in my gut.
“Susie, I’m sorry! Are you okay? Did you hit hard?”
“I’m fine,” she said, still smiling, though real tears welled in her eyes. She stood up, soothing her backside, and looked at me with mock offense. “Now I’m going to have a bruise on my ass.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I said.
“I know,” she smirked, tucking a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear. “But since I’m up anyway, I’m going to take a shower. And you, by the way, can join me if you want to scrub my back.”
Her eyes sparkled with the same mischief as a minute before. Then she turned and, without a hint of shame, walked toward the door. Naked. Her whole back, the curve of her waist, the slight sway of her hips—I watched her and couldn’t look away. She opened the door and slipped into the hallway, not even bothering to cover herself.
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