Sis and Wife’s Sis Need My Help
Copyright© 2026 by WildcatF4F
Chapter 5: It’s a Christmas Miracle
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5: It’s a Christmas Miracle - This is a light-hearted saga beginning in the early 1960s about a couple madly in love and their good friend. Although the couple has to deal with their sexuality early on, they become comfortable with each other's sex and love. The husband is called upon to help his sister and his wife's sister with their sexual deficiencies.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor Incest Brother Sister InLaws Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking
I gently kissed her clit, and Rita let out a moan that could’ve woken the neighbors. I sucked and tongued it like I was trying to win a gold medal in an event I’d never trained for. The damn thing got even more erect — like it was showing off. I went harder, then wandered off to explore the newly visible territory thanks to her “haircut.” She writhed and moaned like I’d discovered electricity.
I came back to that glistening, oversized clit, sucking while sliding one finger, then two, into her fuck-hole. She was deliciously wet and giving off a warm, musky bouquet that somehow smelled like victory. I doubled down with mouth and fingers until she spasmed, squealed as she’d just won the lottery, and nearly slid off the toilet onto the bathroom floor.
She yanked me down by the nape of my neck and kissed me hard, tongues wrestling. “Fuck me, Jake! Fuck me hard!”
I slid my throbbing dick into her soaked pussy, fully expecting my usual premature fireworks. But miracle of miracles — nothing. I actually lasted. I pumped in and out, going as deep as I could. Rita kept moaning my name like a broken record, then wrapped her legs around me and tried to pull me straight through to China.
We rolled across the cold bathroom floor like idiots. She climbed on top, bouncing like she was riding a mechanical bull at last call. Her tits swayed hypnotically. I grabbed them and squeezed while she reached down and rubbed her clit like she was tuning a radio. We finally broke for the bedroom before we gave ourselves a case of rug burn.
She flopped face-down on the bed, and I took her from behind, doggy-style — a position we’d tried once before but abandoned after my dick betrayed me in record time. This time I went at it hard. Our bodies slapped together with loud, obscene clapping noises that would’ve made a porno director proud.
“I’m coming, Jake...” she panted.
“Me too, Rita...”She squealed loud enough to rattle the windows as her orgasm hit. I gasped and unloaded deep inside her, filling her cunt with everything I had. We collapsed side by side, sweaty and wrecked, breathing as if we’d just run a marathon.
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