The cool, conditioned air of the hallway was a welcome relief against my skin. A few hours deep in the code for the GasFunk completion reward had left my eyes gritty and my mind buzzing with a static hum. The triumphant finale of his Silent Hill: First Fear run was still playing on a secondary monitor in my room, a ghostly green glow against the wall. The game was a hit, a genuine phenomenon, and the satisfaction of that was a warm, steady ember in my chest. It was a good feeling, a quiet pride in sharing a story I'd loved from another life.
But right now, a different, more primal heat was simmering low in my gut. The intense focus, the visual onslaught of the game's otherworldly horrors, the sheer mental exertion—it had all coalesced into a sharp, physical tension that demanded release.
A cold shower. That was the plan. A necessary reset for both body and mind before I dove back into the next item on the endless list: pre-production on the Warhammer 40K: Space Marine VR assets.
I pushed off from my desk, the chair groaning softly in the otherwise silent house. The hour was late, the only light the faint, cerulean bleed from under Cathy's door—probably still awake, reviewing legal briefs for The Meteor Studio. I padded barefoot across the plush carpet runner, the goal a simple, straightforward mission: bathroom, cold water, clarity.
I was about to pass Emily's door when a burst of laughter, loud and unfiltered, gave me pause. Her door wasn't shut, just slightly ajar, casting a sliver of warm, yellow light into the dim hallway. Curiosity, that ever-present itch, overrode the mission. I stopped, leaning a shoulder against the wall just outside the glow. The voice was unmistakably Emily's, bright and energetic, but it was punctuated by another, a lower, throatier chuckle I recognized as Amara's. One of Emily's streamer friends, a core member of the popular group 'Octopussy.' A busty redhead with a laugh that could curdle milk or inspire fantasies, depending on her intent.
My analytical mind, never truly off, noted the context instantly. A video call. Late night. Girl talk. I should keep walking. This was private. But then Amara's voice filtered through, laced with a brand of curiosity that was anything but innocent.
"—no way. Is he really that big?"
A smirk touched my lips. They were talking about some guy. Interesting. I settled in, the cold shower momentarily forgotten.
"He is, babe. I swear," Emily's voice was a mix of pride and sheer, unadulterated awe. "And he's got, like, basically unlimited stamina. God, I love him."
It was the reverence in her tone that hooked me. This wasn't casual gossip. This was… intimate.
"And his cock?" Amara pressed, her tone joking but underneath it, a hungry, genuine interest.
I felt my eyebrows raise. Direct. I appreciated that.
Emily didn't miss a beat. "Yep. He is so big. Almost as big as my fucking forearm!" The declaration was followed by a giggle, then a lowered, more conspiratorial tone. "And it's not just… length. It's veiny. Monstrous looking. Like it's a living thing."
A low, appreciative groan came from Amara's end of the call. I could practically picture her on the screen, that fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes wide with aroused fascination. "Fuck, Em. Seriously?"
"Seriously," Emily affirmed, her voice dropping into a husky, confessional register that sent an unexpected jolt straight to my groin. "And his cum… it tastes so good. The musk is just… overwhelming. In the best way. I don't mind sucking on and gulping on it daily. Honestly, I look forward to it."
The casual, graphic admission, the sheer bliss in her description, was like throwing gasoline on the low simmer in my abdomen. My own pulse kicked up a notch. She was talking about me. Every word, every whispered detail, was a testament to me. the 35-year-old otaku core encased in this potent 17-year-old engine, just felt a surge of raw, masculine pride. It was erotic, deeply so.
"I am so fucking jealous," Amara breathed, and I could hear the pout in her voice, the genuine envy. "You get to be close with him every day. You have a monster dick on tap to fuck you anytime you want. It's not fair."
Emily's laugh was light and airy, tinged with the pleasure of being the envied one. "It feels good, don't get me wrong. It's really, really nice. But Sael is often quite busy. Studio stuff, you know? And when you do get fucked by him… after everything is done, best believe your entire body is sore."
"A good kind of sore," Amara countered, and they both laughed again, a shared, knowing sound that spoke of experiences I was now very much at the center of.
Hearing my sister—my bright, sometimes annoying, fiercely loyal sister—talk about me like I was some kind of sexual demigod to her famously promiscuous friend… it short-circuited something. The cold shower was a distant memory. The heat was no longer a simmer; it was a rolling boil. A plan, simple and dominant, formed in my mind. The humble, strategic part of me was still there, but it was currently being overridden by a far more primal, naughty instinct.
Moving with a predator's quiet grace, I pushed her door open. The room was exactly as I'd imagined: streamer lights off, but her large monitor cast a glow, illuminating her surprised profile and the flickering image of a wide-eyed Amara on the screen. Emily was lounging in her gaming chair, wearing just an oversized t-shirt, her legs tucked beneath her.
I didn't say a word. I just stepped into the light, my eyes locked on her. Her head began to turn, a question on her lips, but it died there. My hands went to the waistband of my sleep pants and boxers, pushing them down in one smooth motion. My cock, already stiff and heavy from her illicit review, sprang free, fully erect and undoubtedly matching the description she'd just given. Veiny. Monstrous.
I stood beside her chair, so close my hip brushed her arm. The scent of me, the sheer presence, immediately overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes, wide with shock, dropped to my length, and her nostrils flared. Her focus on Amara shattered into a million pieces.
"Em," I said, my voice a low, commanding growl that brooked no argument. "Come here, babe."
I reached out, my fingers gentle but firm on her chin, turning her head fully toward me. Then I did it. I slapped my cock against her lips. PAH! The sound was crude, lewd, and absolutely electric.
"S-Sael!" she sputtered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. The taste of my skin, the familiar musk she'd just been praising, was already on her tongue. Her eyes flickered to the screen, to a utterly mesmerized Amara. "I'm in the middle of—!"
I cut her off, my tone dropping, laced with a playful threat. "Suck my cock now," I commanded, the words leaving no room for negotiation.
I glanced at the screen, at Amara's hungry, parted lips. "Or would you rather I go and fuck your redhead friend instead? I'm sure she'd be more than willing."
"No!" The word was a panicked, possessive squeal. Her hand shot out, not to push me away, but to wrap around the base of my shaft, claiming it. "Don't you dare."
A dark thrill went through me. Exactly the reaction I wanted. "I thought so," I purred, my thumb stroking her cheek. "You're a good girl, right, Emily?"
She nodded, her eyes glazing over, submissive and eager. "Yes…"
"And my good girl is going to suck my dick, isn't she?"
"Yes," she whispered, her voice breathy and full of promise. Then, softer still, "Daddy."
The word, the final surrender, was the trigger. "Good."
I didn't give her another second to think. I gripped the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, and guided her forward. At the same time, I shoved my hips forward, driving my cock past her lips and into the wet, welcoming heat of her mouth.
"Ughk!" she choked, her body jolting as the head hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered instantly, but she didn't pull away. Her tongue, which had just moments ago been singing its praises, set to work, flattening and laving along the thick underside.
On the monitor, Amara was frozen, her hand over her mouth, her eyes like dinner plates, watching the live, unauthorized feed of her friend deep-throating the very dick they'd been discussing.
I held Emily there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling the incredible, tight constriction of her throat. "That's it," I growled, looking down at her.
"Take it all. Show your friend what a good little cocksucker you are. Show her what she's missing."
Emily moaned around my length, the vibration traveling straight up my spine. Her hands came up to grasp my thighs, not to push me away, but to steady herself as she began to move.
Schlurp. Schluuup. The sounds were obscenely loud in the room, a lewd soundtrack to our private show.
I began to move my hips, setting a slow, deep rhythm.
Schlurp. Ughk. Schluuup. Each thrust fed her more of me, her gag reflex a gentle, fluttering pressure that only heightened the sensation. Saliva dripped from her stretched lips, coating my balls.
"She was right, you know," I said, my voice rough with pleasure, my gaze flicking to the enthralled Amara on the screen. "Every word. And you get it all. Every. Last. Inch."
Emily's only response was a desperate, guttural moan of agreement. "Gmmmph!"
She was lost in it, her world shrunk down to the taste of me, the feel of me, the sound of my voice. The broadcast was forgotten. There was only this. Only my cock, her mouth, and the overwhelming need to prove just how good of a girl she could be. And I, her grateful, dominant brother, was more than happy to provide the test.
"Keep sucking, Em. Tell your friend what you really want."
She blinked. Then, a smirk. Obedience laced with eagerness.
"I want… Daddy," she breathed into the mic. "I want him to use my mouth. My pussy. I want him to claim me." Her hips shifted in the chair, rubbing subtly. "I'm his good little sister. His slut."
Schlurp. Schluuup.
The sound echoed in the small room, sticky and obscene. Her lips stretched, her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper. A soft whimper escaped her. I looked down. Her eyes were half-lidded, worshipful.
"That's it, baby," I murmured, running a hand over her hair. "Suck that cock. Make Daddy proud."
She pulled back with a pop, then dove again, deeper this time. My pre-cum slicked her lips. Her tongue swirled around the crown, then dragged along the underside.
"You like that?" I asked.
She moaned around my cock. "Mmmph—yes, Daddy. You taste… so good."
I pulled away.
Her mouth came off with a wet schlick, trailing a string of saliva. Her lips glistened. "W-why?" she whined, confused, desperate.
I gripped my cock, pointed it down at my balls. "Suck my balls, Emily."
Her eyes lit up.
She lurched forward, mouth open, tongue out. She didn't just lick—she devoured. Her lips wrapped around my left ball, sucked it into the heat of her mouth.
"Schlurp. Schluuup!!!". Her tongue scraped along the sensitive skin, swirling, teasing.
"Fuck~" came from the screen.
Amora.
I glanced over. She'd pulled her top off, her hand already buried under her panties, fingers working fast. Her mouth hung open. "She's… worshipping you, Sael," she gasped. "I can see how much she loves it."
Emily didn't stop. She switched to the right ball, sucking harder, making bubbly noises as her spit coated my sack. Her hand still stroked my cock, firm, steady. She looked up at me, eyes glassy, lips stretched.
"I love your balls, Daddy," she mumbled between licks.
"So big. So manly. I can smell you—musky, strong… I'm so wet just from breathing you in." She moaned, dipping her head again. "I wanna swallow every drop of cum they make for me."
I placed a hand on the back of her neck. Squeezed. "You will. But first? I want you to choke on them."
Her breath hitched.
I pushed her face deeper, forcing both balls into her mouth. She gagged—Ugh! Ughk!—but didn't pull away. Her lips stayed sealed, her tongue working frantically. Saliva dripped down my sack, pooling on the carpet. Her nose pressed into my pubic hair.
"That's it, slut," I growled. "Take it. Suck hard. That's where your cum comes from—my balls, filling up just for you. All that thick, hot seed? It's yours. But you gotta earn it."
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp.
She sucked with a frenzy now, face red, eyes watering. Spit bubbled from the corners of her mouth. I watched Amora on screen, her hips bucking, her moans growing louder.
"God, yes," Amora cried. "Choke on those gorgeous big balls, Emily… I can feel it… I'm gonna come just watching…"
Emily pulled back with a gasp, panting, spit-drenched. Her face shimmered with moisture. My balls were slick, swollen, alive with her attention.
I grabbed her arm, yanked her up.
"Hands on the desk," I ordered.
She obeyed instantly, leaning forward, ass raised. I grabbed the waistband of her jorts, yanked them down with one hard tug. Her smooth, round ass bounced free, pale under the dim light.
PAH!
I slapped her right cheek—hard. It stung, the skin reddening instantly. She squealed, but pushed her ass back toward me.
"Yes, Daddy! Again!"
PAH! PAH!
Two more sharp slaps, each one echoing in the room. Her flesh jiggled, her moans rising. I leaned over her, my cock pressing against the cleft of her ass.
"Do you want it?" I asked, voice low, dangerous.
"Yes! Please, Daddy! I want your big cock in my tight little pussy! Use me! Break me!"
I smirked.
Grabbed her hips. Aligned the tip with her soaked entrance—already wet, dripping from anticipation.
Then I slammed.
THWACK!
My hips drove forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, hot, slick, starving.
"Aaahhh!! GUOO~!" she screamed, back arching, fingers clawing at the desk.
I didn't slow.
I pulled out halfway—then pounded back in, hard enough to rock the desk.
"THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!" Skin slapped skin, the rhythm raw and punishing. Her tits bounced under her thin shirt, her moans broken and breathless.
"Yesss! Fuck! Daddy's cock—so deep—AH!" she cried.
I leaned over her, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other tangling in her hair. I pulled her head back, exposing her neck. "You feel that? That's my cock claiming what's mine. You're my sister, my slut, my property. Say it."
"I'm yours!" she sobbed. "Yours, Daddy! Use me! Cum in me! Breed me!"
Behind us, Amora was screaming.
"Fuck! I'm coming! I'm—AAHH!!! GUOO~!"
Her body convulsed, hand a blur between her legs. She collapsed back in her chair, chest heaving, lips trembling.
But I wasn't done.
I dragged Emily upright, her back against my chest, my cock still buried deep. I cupped her face, turned it so she looked at the screen.
"See Amora?" I whispered in her ear. "She came just watching you take my cock. Watching you worship me. Now tell her—tell her how much you love being used by your brother."
Emily panted, eyes locked on Amora. "I… I love it," she moaned. "I love how Daddy dominates me. How he makes me suck his cock, his balls… how he fucks me like a dirty little sister. I'm his slut."
Amora whimpered, still twitching from her orgasm. "I… I need to meet him. I need to feel that… God…"
I chuckled. "You will. In time."
Then I spun Emily around, bent her over the desk again. I gripped her waist, pulled her ass up.
"Last round," I said. "I'm gonna fill you up. You ready?"
"Yes, Daddy! Please! Cum inside me! Let me taste it after!"
I didn't answer with words.
I fucked.
Each thrust was brutal, deep, primal. Her pussy gurgled around my cock, wet and swollen. Her moans became incoherent—Uhh! Ahh! Fuhhh!—her body trembling with each impact.
And then—release.
My balls clenched. Heat surged up my shaft.
Spluuurt! Spluuurt! Spluuurt!
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted into her, deep and filling. She screamed, her own orgasm ripping through her—AAHH!!! GUOO~!—her pussy milking me, contracting around each pulse.
I held her close, still buried, feeling her shudder.
After a long moment, I pulled out slowly. A string of cum leaked from her pussy, dripping onto the floor. Emily collapsed forward, exhausted, ruined.
On the screen, Amora was still breathing hard. "I… I've never seen anything like that," she whispered. "You're… incredible, Sael."
I smiled. "We're just getting started…."
Then I looked down at Emily—my sister, my lover, my devoted little slut. My cock—thick, veined, utterly inhuman in girth—was buried to the hilt in her tight, twitching pussy, her walls gripping me like a starving mouth trying to swallow me whole.
"F-Fuck… Daddy… Daddy more!" she sobbed, her voice breaking into a high-pitched whine as I slammed into her again.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!" The sound came rapid, like a machine gun of pleasure, each impact sending a violent ripple through her spine, her ample tits bouncing shamelessly against the cold desk she was bent over.
"That's right baby… PAH! Make that pussy tight for daddy! PAK! PAK!".
I didn't slow. I couldn't. Hearing her talk about me with Amora—how she moaned my name, how she confessed I was the only man who made her feel used, ruined, alive—had ignited something in me. Fire in my veins. A need to own her, to brand her from the inside out.
My hand clamped around the back of her neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pressing her upper body flat against the desk. Her breath came in sharp gasps, muffled into the wood.
"PAK!! You like that?" I growled, my voice low, rough, vibrating through her trembling body. "You like feeling your Daddy's cock stretch that little cunt? PAK!"
"AHHNN!!! Yesss—YES! I love it! I love Ahhh!! it so much, Daddy!" she cried, her hips squirming, not trying to escape, but forcing me deeper. "Y-you fill me… you ruin me… I'm yours, all yours!"
I smirked. My free hand rose, then came down with a thunderous SLAP! across her left ass cheek. The skin reddened instantly, the imprint of my palm blooming like a bruise of devotion.
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" I spanked her again and again, each strike punctuating her squeals, her body arching like a feral cat, back bowed, ass lifted higher, offering herself like a sacrifice.
"PAK! PAK! PAK!!" And she was. A sacrifice to my dominance. To my need.
"Tell me," I demanded, my thrusts turning brutal—short, rapid, punishing fucking—"how much you need this. How much you crave my cock splitting you open."
"N-need it—Ugh!—need it every day, every night, Daddy!" she stuttered, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.
"Wanna be your slut, your hole, your bitch… fill me… breed me… please!"
I growled, low and primal. "You're so tight… I can feel your cervix fighting me." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "Loosen it. Open up for me, Emily. Let Daddy's cock through."
"I-I can't! It's too big! You're too big—" she wailed, her body trembling, eyes rolling back.
I slapped her pussy—SMACK!—right over her swollen clit. She jolted, a high-pitched scream tearing from her throat.
"Now. Or I'll go find Amora." I tightened my grip on her neck. "She's watching, isn't she? She wants me too. I can smell her arousal through that damn screen."
Emily whimpered, then grunted, her body tensing as she pushed, her inner muscles relaxing just enough. "O-open… I'm opening, Daddy, please—"
And then—PAH!
With a wet, squelchingthrust, my cock punched past her cervix.
Emily's entire body locked. Her back arched so violently I thought her spine would snap. A visible bulge pulsed beneath the skin of her lower abdomen, right at her navel, my shaft penetrating deep into her womb—claiming it.
"AAHH!!! GUOO~OOOOOOUUUHHH!!!!!! SHIT!!!!" she screamed, the sound guttural, animalistic. "Y-you're—inside—I can feel you—in my stomach!"
I didn't stop. I couldn't. My cock was buried in her deepest sanctum, her womb clamping around me like warm velvet wrapped in steel. I pulled back slightly, then drove in again—PAH!—the sound louder, wetter, more intimate. Her juices sloshed with each thrust, her hole gushing with every penetration.
"Look at you," I snarled, my grip on her neck tightening, her face turning red, her lips parting as she struggled to breathe. "My cock is in your womb, Emily. You're mine. No one else gets this. Only for Daddy."
"O-only you! Only Daddy!" she gasped, tears streaking her cheeks. "I'm yours… please… don't stop… don't ever stop…"
I smirked. "You're such a good girl. A slutty little girl." I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. "Now, be a good girl and clean Daddy's balls."
She didn't hesitate.
Emily dropped to her knees, her body still trembling, her pussy dripping cum and arousal onto the floor. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out—Schlurp.—licking the base of my shaft, then lower, to my heavy, full balls.
"Schlurp. Schluuup!!!!. "
Her tongue worked like a devotee cleansing a relic, lapping at my sac with desperate hunger. I watched, my breath steady, my cock still hard, still ready, even after that deep penetration.
"That's right," I rumbled, my voice thick with dominance.
"Worship them. These balls made you come like a faucet, didn't they? These balls are gonna fill you up so much, you'll puke my cum."
She moaned into my skin, her hands gripping my thighs, her nose buried in my crotch.
"Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp." Her tongue circled one ball, then the other, sucking gently, then harder.
"Mmm… yesss… suck them, Emily. Show Daddy how much you love them."
She did.
With tears in her eyes and snot on her face, she worshipped me. Her lips wrapped around one testicle, sucking deeply, her cheeks hollowing. Schluuup. She shifted, taking the other into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue.
I watched the screen. Amora was still there. Her hand was between her legs. She'd been watching the entire thing.
I smirked. "Look at her," I said, nodding toward the screen. "Your little friend is so turned on, she's fingering herself. You see that, Emily?"
Emily peeked, then moaned, her mouth filled with my ball, her eyes wide with arousal, not shame.
"Yeah," I continued, squeezing her throat lightly.
"She wants this. She wants my cock…. But she can't have it. Only you get to be ruined by me. Only you get to take Daddy's cum in your womb."
Emily shivered, her tongue working faster.
"Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp!! Ssslllrrrpppp!!!" She was proud of her submission. Proud to be my chosen slut.
I grabbed her hair again, yanking her up. "Enough."
She whimpered, cum-slick lips parted.
I spun her around, bent her over the desk again. Her ass was red, her pussy wide, swollen, cum seeping from it in thick, glistening ropes.
I didn't tease.
I drove in—PAH!—all the way, balls deep in her cervix, my cock fully embedded in her womb.
Emily screamed.
"DADDY—!!"
Her body convulsed. Her pussy milked me, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. AAHH!!!~ She bucked, she twitched, she lost control.
I held her down, my hands on her hips, my cock pistoning into her, fucking her womb like a machine.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!" Each thrust made her navel bulge, her stomach quiver.
"You're mine," I growled, my own climax building, hot and inevitable. "You're my sister, my slut, my cumdump. And I'm gonna breed you."
She whimpered, "Y-yes, Daddy… fill me… I want your babies… I want to be full of you…"
I didn't wait. My balls tightened. My spine crackled.
And then—Spluuurt!
A rope of thick, hot cum exploded from my cock, injecting deep into her womb.
"Spluuurt! Spluuurt! Spluuurt!" I pumped her full, my seed flooding her cervix, her uterus stretching to hold it all.
Emily shrieked, her body locking in ecstasy. "Y-you're—filling me—I can feel it—hot—so much—!!"
I didn't pull out. I kept thrusting, mixing me cum with her juices, massaging her womb from the inside, ensuring every drop was absorbed.
And on the screen—Amora came.
She screamed, her hand flying to her mouth, her hips bucking, her fingers drenched. Her eyes locked on mine, filled with envy, with lust.
I gave her a slow, knowing look. She wasn't next. Emily was. Always Emily. I finally pulled out with a squelch, my cock glistening, coated in cum and pussy juice. Emily collapsed forward, her body limp, her breathing ragged. Cum dripped from her hole in thick, creamy strands, pooling on the floor beneath her.
I knelt behind her, wiped some of my cum from her thigh, then fed it to her.
She opened her mouth—eager, obedient—and swallowed.
"Good girl," I murmured, stroking her hair. "My perfect, dirty girl."
She smiled weakly. "Love you, Daddy…"
I kissed her forehead. And in that moment, I did too. Not in a twisted way. Not in a selfish way. But in the way only power and submission could create: a bond forged in fire, in sweat, in cum. She was mine. And I—her Daddy.
The aftermath of Emily's orgasm was a beautiful mess. Her body slumped, pliant and twitching, her breath ragged as unconsciousness took her. I savored it—the heat of her around me, the way her pussy still pulsed weakly, milking my cock even as she lay spent.
With a low chuckle, I adjusted my grip on her, shoving my cock in her, and lifting her effortlessly before settling into her desk chair. The soft leather groaned under our combined weight, and I leaned back, reveling in the aftershocks rocking through both of us. My cock throbbed inside her—still buried deep, still twitching with residual pleasure. Fuck, she took it so well.
Then my eyes flicked to the monitor.
Emily's screen was still lit, and on it, her best friend Amora—cheeks flushed, lips parted, fingers slick and buried between her own thighs. The call hadn't disconnected. And judging by the way Amora's chest heaved, she'd just finished chasing her own climax.
'Well, well.' I smirked, raking a lazy gaze over her disheveled state. "Hey there."
Amora jolted, pupils blown wide, before her lips curled into a breathless smile. "H-Hi."
"Enjoy the show?" I teased, rolling my hips slightly just to feel Emily's soft whimper against my chest.
"Fuck, yes," Amora admitted, licking her lips. Her fingers were still working, sliding in and out of herself with slow, sinful strokes. "That was… hot."
I grinned, palming Emily's ass possessively. "Well, my Emily's tight little pussy loves my cock."
Amora's breath hitched, her fingers pressing deeper. "I heard."
"Oh? Did you now?" I tilted my head, amused. Emily loved dirty talk—begged for it, really—especially when I dragged others into it. naturally had to play dense every once in a while.
"Mhm." A needy sigh escaped Amora as she teased her clit. "You kept saying my name."
I chuckled darkly. "Just a bit of filth to make her clench harder. You know how it is."
Amora bit her lip, her hips rolling against her hand. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." My voice dropped. "But since you're watching anyway… you want to try that too?"
Her eyes darkened. "Fuck, yes."
I arched a brow. "You think you can handle me?"
"Please," she breathed, spreading her legs wider, fingers glistening. "I can take it. I'll—hnn—open up my cervix, let you wreck me. Mold my womb to your cock."
'Cheeky.' I smirked. "They all say that. But the moment I split them open, they black out."
Amora whimpered, her thighs trembling. "I won't. I won't, I promise. Just—fuck—give me a chance. Please."
The desperation in her voice was delicious. I let her stew in it, lazily kneading Emily's ass as I considered. "Maybe. Next time we meet."
Amora let out a broken noise. I leaned closer to the screen, my voice a dark promise. "But you better train that pussy tight for me. I like feeling every inch of resistance before I ruin it."
Her breath stuttered, her fingers plunging deeper. "I—ah—I will."
"Good girl." With that, I ended the call.
Gently, I lifted Emily off me—her pussy giving a weak squelch as I slipped free. She stirred faintly but didn't wake, her body still limp from the brutal fucking I'd given her.
I laid her on the bed, tucking her under the sheets before grabbing my clothes. My cock was still half-hard, glistening with her slick, but the cold shower would fix that.
Stepping into the hallway, we met eyes, Mom, Vera and I, and I instantly noticed, the smirks from Mom and Vera as I stopped by with my towel on my shoulder.
"Womb-obsessed fucker," Vera teased.
I flashed her a grin. "Guilty." As I went and hugged mom, from behind.
"you're sweaty, baby…. Gosh, you're reeks of sex,". Mom said, as she turned around and used my towel to wipe the sweat of my cheeks. "Remember, baby… the walls of our little apartment are thin…". She said focusing on my hygiene more.
"Did you cum inside, your sister?". She asked casually.
"Yep, filled her up to the brim," I said proudly and I kissed on her chest.
"Good,". Mom said, as she ruffled my hair.
"Always, remember to cum inside, don't waste the chance… these days, getting pregnant is hard, Sael,". Aunt Vera added. "Also, off you go…clean yourself,". She said patting my back.
"Alright~" I said, chuckled and head to the bathroom. The shower did little to quell the lingering heat. But as the water sluiced down my body, I couldn't help but replay Amora's desperation. 'Soon. I'm gonna make him, my bitch too,' it was fun how my dirty mind was normalized in this world.