Chapter 4

I was waiting for my sister when she got home from school that day. She smiled at the sight of me, sitting by the door.

Everything was different. Unlike the first day, she dragged it out. She undressed slowly - we both knew I’d seen what was under her outfit, but she decided to tease me, to make me want it even more.

She undid her blouse, button by button. Aside from the ticking of the clock, the room was completely silent, but she somehow used those ticks as a beat, a rhythm to a silent song. Ell moved her hips back and forth as she stripped, removing her blouse, sensuously taking off her bra.

To my surprise, she stopped there. Still wearing knee-socks, black shoes and her plaid skirt, she moved towards me, sitting on my lap and guiding my mouth to those perfect, up-turned nipples of hers.

I didn’t need a further invitation - I sucked and nibbled on her tits, unsurprised when she didn’t even gasp or groan in response. If my sister had been pregnant, I would have quickly had the milk flowing from her teats - I could feel her wiggling, wriggling at my touch, clearly enjoying the attention from her older brother.

When the clock struck the hour, she got up off my lap, tilted her head to the side and smiled. Neither of us said a word as she undid her skirt and unceremoniously dropped it to the floor, before slowly undoing the laces of her shoes, removing her socks, and - finally - sliding her panties down and exposing that beautifully trimmed bush of hers.

I reached out and pulled her towards me, sliding my exposed cock into her wet slit, fucking my sister harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, almost immediately cumming inside her, filling my naked sister with my spunk...

No.

I blinked twice. In front of me was Ellora’s perfect ass, swaying from side to side as she walked into the kitchen to make herself a snack.

We hadn’t fucked. We could never fuck. No matter what else we did, that was a line we could never cross. After all, we were siblings.

I followed her into the kitchen. I wasn’t hungry; I just wanted to enjoy the view.

Mom got home well before Dad. As soon as she walked in, my sister’s head turned, like a dog who’d found a new scent. We’d been watching TV together, my attention roughly split between the events on the screen and her naked body, but she left halfway through the episode without saying so much as “Goodbye”.

I tried to tune back into the events of the episode, but I just couldn’t concentrate, and so after a few minutes, I walked down the hall to see where the women in my family had disappeared to.

They were in the master bedroom. Mom was naked, on the bed, on all fours, and Ellora was behind her, slowly penetrating her with a strap-on dildo.

My eyes widened in shock. Just like the night before, I knew that Elly could tell I was there, although she didn’t so much as glance in my direction.

“Please,” Mom was begging. “Please...”

I couldn’t help but wonder if she was begging for her to stop ... or for more.