Chapter 52

I was hanging out with a little group back then and hooked up with this girl a couple times. Nothing serious. One day she introduced me to her brother, the conversation flowed, his hand fit right on my waist, and before I knew it, we were dating. The two of them were always cracking jokes about wanting to "share" me, talking dirty to get me riled up. I'd laugh it off, let it slide. Incest isn't my thing, and I never gave that fantasy any airtime.

One weekend, I was at his place. We fucked, he came quick, rolled over, and passed out like flipping a switch. Me? No way. Once my body's fired up, it doesn't just shut off. I sat there on the mattress, staring at the snoring angel, the warm scent of sex hanging in the room, my skin begging for more.

I got up, took a deep breath, slipped on my panties and t-shirt, tied my hair back. Headed to the bathroom. On the way, I stopped in the kitchen for a glass of cold water, trying to cool my head. From the hallway, she came: my sister-in-law. Light steps, short shorts, loose t-shirt, that gossip-girl smile like she was about to throw what she knew right in my face.

"Damn, you guys... you don't let anyone sleep in this house," she let out, leaning against the doorframe with that crooked little grin.

"No way you could hear that from your room?" I asked, half laughing, half embarrassed.

"Every bit of it," she replied, not blinking, her eyes locked on mine.

I took a sip of water and raised an eyebrow.

"So you heard your brother tire out too soon?"

She let out a short snicker, more through her nose than her mouth, and lifted her chin:

"That part I missed. But I almost came listening to you moan."

It didn't sound like a joke. It sounded direct. Hot. My body, already lit up, went up in flames. I brought the glass to my mouth, turned toward the stainless steel sink shine to hide the flush and the shaky breath.

I felt it before I saw it: her heat pressing against my back, the soft brush of a breast under that loose t-shirt, the warm breath on my neck, and her firm palm squeezing the curve of my ass. A jolt shot up my spine.

"Want me to pick up where he left off?" she whispered close to my ear. "We can handle this... keep it in the family."

My body reacted on instinct. A quick wiggle to shake off her hand, fingers trembling on the glass, water hitting my teeth. I opened my mouth to yell, but only a breath came out:

"Are you crazy? What if he wakes up?"

I turned to face her, thinking it'd ease things. It made it worse. She grabbed my waist rougher than a drunk guy at a bar trying to play smooth, pressed her hip to mine, and started planting kisses along the side of my face.

Nothing gentle about it.

"Stop..." I tried, but it came out weak, cracking in the middle. The "stop" with my hand still on the counter, no strength to push her away.

She pinned my chin with two fingers, guiding my gaze to hers. A wicked laugh that hurt and a boldness that pierced me. I smelled soap on her neck, the salt of her skin at the corner of my mouth, and the scent of her brother's cock still clinging to me.

I knew her kiss. I liked it. I shot a quick glance toward the living room and the hallway to the bedroom. My panties felt heavy, hot, wet, my body sparking with adrenaline. This was straight-up cheating, and I knew it. No way out, I bargained with the devil:

"Just one kiss. You chill and get out."

She nodded with a quick smile, and the kiss hit like a storm. Hot from the start, tasting of cold water and fresh spit, my breath still ragged from sex. Her mouth opened mine slow then took over, tongue firm, no bullshit, nipping my lower lip lightly before pulling back. The world narrowed to breathing noises and moans and the dry kitchen clock ticking seconds. The sex smell rose with the skin heat, mixed with the sweat drying on my neck. I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt to keep from collapsing.

I kissed her back. For real.

Her hand slid down from the fabric and found my pussy with precision. Fingers came up the inside of my thigh, skin on skin, until they hit the hot crease of my panties. The first touch was a rough stroke over the cloth, dragging slow, and the sound was a low, wet hiss, like soft velcro pulling apart.

The soaked cotton stuck to my clit, and every rub made a muffled, dirty sound that echoed off the sink. She pressed. Hard. A tight circle then a quick back-and-forth that split me in two; I gasped into her mouth. The sweet-warm scent of my sex rose up, thick, hitting the back of my throat. When her fingers slipped past the side of my panties and went in, the feel changed: smooth lips, slippery flesh, a wet smack at her fingertips.

She fingered me deep and steady, each short thrust with sound, smell, and grip. I moaned into the kiss, no holding back, and pulled her wrist deeper, saying with my hand what my mouth couldn't. But it wasn't happening, I was too nervous about getting caught.

"It's not gonna work, stop, better stop..." I said between moans, my body wanting to deny what my mouth was saying.

"Oh yeah? Not gonna work?" she teased, pulling her fingers out of me with a wet pop, the sound like a cork from a bottle. The emptiness made me moan more than the touch.

Before I could catch my breath, she grabbed my waist hard and shoved me against the sink. The cold metal shock tore through my hot skin, a violent shiver racing up my spine.

"Relax, princess..." she whispered right in my ear. "I just wanna give you what you were begging for."

She yanked my t-shirt up to my chest, the fabric dragging the sweat, and pulled my panties down in one go. The cool kitchen air hit the wet skin between my legs. I tried to straighten up, but she kept me bent, my tits smashed against the wet stainless steel. The cold touch ripped a hoarse moan from me, almost a sob.

Her fingers came back, firmer, sliding in with urgency. Each thrust was precise, filthy, mixed with the wet sounds blending into the faucet drip. I arched my body, caught between the thermal shock and the pleasure stabbing me from inside out.

"Come on... slut!" her voice came low, confident, almost an order. "That's what you needed."

My nipples hardened against the metal friction, cold and sensitive, each move splitting me between discomfort and urgency. The contrast was too much: the sink's chill, the heat of her fingers, the indecent sound of quick thrusts. I moaned off rhythm, all over the place, trying to muffle it with my forearm.

She leaned her body over mine from behind, pressing her chest to my back, her hips glued to mine. Her hot breath hit my neck.

"Thrust it in!" I ordered, my voice low, almost tender.

A finger pressed my clit, the other two kept sliding in and out in a frantic rhythm. The built-up tension exploded. The orgasm hit like an electric shock, ripping the air from my lungs. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, my whole body shaking while she held me there, fingers still inside, milking the last spasms.

The sound that escaped was a muffled moan, half sob, half laugh. The cold metal was now warm from my chest and sweat.

"There you go," she murmured, easing off my waist slow. "Now we're good."

I almost collapsed, legs jelly, body throbbing.

From the bedroom, my boyfriend's sleepy voice cut through the hallway:

"Babe...?"

Panic hit dry. I shoved her back, fixed my t-shirt, and yanked up my panties in a desperate move. Breath still ragged, metallic taste in my mouth.

"Go..." I whispered. "Get lost."

She smiled, calm, wiping her fingers on the hem of her own shirt.

I ran to the bedroom, heart pounding. He was leaning against the door, eyes half-closed.

"What was that noise?"

"Water," I replied, trying to sound normal, my body still pulsing. "Went for a glass of water."

Two siblings in one night, what a slut I am.