Caught My Sister Masturbating with Mother’s Vibrator - Part 2

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I took one more silent step forward, heart pounding, cock throbbing in my fist, eyes locked on the way her pink, hairy pussy swallowed that vibrator again and again.

Kely was completely lost in her own world. Her hips rolled in slow, greedy circles as she worked the thick pink shaft deeper inside herself. Each thrust produced a wet, filthy squelch that echoed softly in the quiet room. Her juices had coated the entire length of the vibrator and were now dripping down between her ass cheeks, leaving a small dark spot on her bedsheet. She was breathing hard through her mouth, little gasps and whimpers escaping every time the buzzing head pressed against that sensitive spot inside her.

I was only about three feet from the edge of her bed now. My shorts were pushed down just enough for my cock to spring free, rock-hard and veined, the head shiny with pre-cum. I stroked myself slowly, matching every push of the vibrator, my fist gliding smoothly over my length.

Then I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I reached out with my free hand and gently placed it over hers-the one gripping the base of the vibrator.

Her eyes flew open instantly.

For a split second, time froze.

Kely’s hazel eyes widened in pure shock. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp. The vibrator was still buried deep inside her, buzzing loudly against her inner walls. Her whole body tensed, thighs clamping together instinctively around her hand and the toy.

“Ryan-?!” she choked out, voice cracking.

She panicked. In one frantic motion she yanked the vibrator out of her pussy with a loud, wet pop. A thick string of her arousal stretched between the toy and her swollen pink lips before breaking. She scrambled to grab the nearest thing-her tiny sleep shorts that had been tossed beside her-and tried to pull them up over her hips, but they got tangled around her thighs.

“You said you’d be out for three hours!” she almost screamed, her face flushing bright crimson from her cheeks all the way down to her chest. Her breasts heaved with every panicked breath, nipples still stiff and dark. Her legs were still slightly spread, the lips of her pussy visibly puffy and glistening, a trickle of wetness still leaking from her hole.

“I… I came back early,” I managed, my voice hoarse. My cock was still out, hard and pointing straight at her, but I didn’t even try to hide it. “The game got canceled because of the heat.”

She looked mortified. Her eyes darted from my face down to my exposed dick, then back up again. She finally managed to yank her shorts up, but they were inside out and barely covering anything. The wet spot on the crotch was obvious.

“Please, Ryan… don’t tell Mom,” she begged immediately, her voice trembling. She sat up on the bed, pulling her knees to her chest, trying to cover herself. “I swear I’ll never do it again. Just… please. She can’t know about this.”

I stepped closer, my cock still throbbing in the open air between us. The sight of my big sister like this-flushed, half-naked, begging-only made me harder.

I leaned down slowly, my face inches from hers. Her breathing was still fast and shallow. I could smell the faint scent of her arousal on her fingers.

Without saying a word, I closed the distance and pressed my lips to hers.

Kely’s eyes went wide again. She froze for half a second, then shoved me back hard with both hands against my chest.

“What the fuck, Ryan?!” she hissed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m your sister!”

I didn’t move away. Instead, I looked her straight in the eyes and played the only card I had.

“If you don’t cooperate,” I said quietly, my voice low and steady, “I’ll tell Mom exactly what I saw. And I’ll make sure she knows you’ve brought a vibrator.”

Her face went from red to pale in an instant, then flushed again even deeper. She looked down, biting her lower lip hard.

“That… that vibrator isn’t mine,” she whispered, voice barely audible. “It’s Mom’s. I took it from her nightstand drawer this morning.”

The words hit me like a slap. Mom? Our own mother had a pink vibrator? The same woman who raised us alone, who worked long hours, who still sometimes walked around the house in just a loose t-shirt and thong like it was nothing… apparently got herself off with that thick toy. The mental image flashed through my head and made my cock twitch visibly.

Kely noticed. Her eyes flicked down to my erection again, then back up to my face. She looked conflicted-embarrassed, scared, but there was something else there too. A flicker of heat.
I leaned in again, slower this time. My hand gently cupped the side of her face. She didn’t pull away immediately.

This time when I kissed her, she hesitated… then kissed me back.

It started soft, almost tentative. Her lips were warm and full, still slightly trembling. Then the kiss deepened. Her tongue brushed against mine shyly at first, then more eagerly. A soft moan escaped her throat as I slid my hand into her messy chestnut hair, gripping it lightly.

I pushed her gently back onto the bed. She went willingly, lying down on her back again, her shorts still half-pulled up around her thighs. I climbed over her, straddling her hips, my hard cock resting against her stomach. I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her neck, sucking and licking the sensitive skin just below her ear. She shivered.

My hands roamed down to her breasts. They were perfect-firm, perky C-cups that filled my palms nicely. I squeezed them gently, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples. Kely arched her back, pushing her chest into my hands with a quiet gasp.

“Ryan… we shouldn’t…” she whispered, but there was no real conviction in her voice.

I pinched one nipple lightly and she moaned louder.

Her hand slid down between us, hesitantly at first, then with more confidence. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking me slowly from base to tip. Her eyes widened when she felt the full size and thickness.

“Fuck… you really do have a big dick now,” she breathed, looking up at me with a mix of surprise and lust.

“It was so small when you were fourteen. I used to see it all the time back then…”

I laughed softly against her neck. “Six years ago, Kel. Things change.”

She gave my shaft a firm squeeze, then started pumping me faster, her thumb swirling over the leaking head.

I kissed lower, trailing my lips over her collarbone and down to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my tongue flicked over it. Kely moaned loudly, her back arching again, her hand stroking me even quicker.

Then she surprised me.

She pushed herself up slightly, grabbed my shoulders, and guided me onto my back beside her. In one smooth motion she moved between my legs, her face hovering over my cock. Her long hair fell around her face like a curtain.

Without another word, she opened her mouth and took me inside.

Holy shit.

Kely was no amateur. She slid her lips down my shaft slowly at first, taking about half of me before her throat tightened. Then she pushed further, relaxing her muscles until her nose was almost touching my stomach. She had me buried deep in her throat, her hazel eyes watering slightly as she looked up at me.
She gagged softly but didn’t pull back. Instead she held me there, swallowing around my cock, her throat muscles milking me. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down my balls.

“Fuck, Kely…” I groaned, my hand instinctively going to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her wavy hair.

She started bobbing, taking me deep every time, her tongue swirling along the underside of my shaft. Every few strokes she’d pull back until just the head was in her mouth, sucking hard while her hand pumped the base. Then she’d plunge down again, gagging wetly, eyes fluttering. The sounds were obscene-wet slurping, gagging, her muffled moans vibrating around my cock.

I held her head with both hands now, guiding her rhythm, pushing a little deeper each time she went down. She let me. She even giggled around my dick when she had to pull off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening shaft.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker,” I muttered, voice rough.

She grinned up at me, lips shiny and swollen. “Shut up and fuck my throat, little bro.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I gripped her hair tighter and started thrusting up into her mouth, fucking her face with steady, deep strokes. She took it like a pro-eyes watering, throat bulging slightly every time I pushed in, but never pulling away. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in as she let me use her mouth.

After a few minutes I pulled her off, both of us breathing hard. A thick strand of saliva connected her lower lip to the head of my cock.

“Sixty-nine,” I said, voice hoarse. “Now.”

Kely didn’t argue. She turned around quickly, swinging one leg over my head so her dripping pussy hovered right above my face. Her pink, hairy cunt was swollen and soaked, the lips puffy and parted, her clit peeking out. The strong, musky scent of her arousal filled my nose.

I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her down onto my mouth.

The taste was intense-salty, slightly tangy, with that raw, feminine musk from her earlier session. I didn’t care. I licked her from clit to asshole in one long stroke, then sucked her swollen clit between my lips. Kely moaned loudly, grinding her pussy against my face.

At the same time she leaned forward and took my cock back into her mouth, sucking me even more eagerly now. We were locked in a perfect sixty-nine, her tits pressed against my stomach, her wet pussy smothering my mouth while she deep-throated me again and again.

I reached for the pink vibrator that was still lying on the bed, buzzing faintly. It was slick with her juices. Without warning I pressed the tip against her entrance and pushed it inside.

Kely cried out around my cock, the vibration traveling straight down my shaft.

I started fucking her with the toy-long, deep strokes while my tongue flicked rapidly over her clit. Her hips bucked wildly, smearing her wetness all over my face. She was moaning nonstop now, the sounds muffled by my dick in her throat.

“Yeahhhhhhhh… fuckkkkk meee nowww…” she gasped when she pulled off my cock for a second, voice broken and desperate. “I can’t controllll anymore… push it all in, Ryan… please!”

I slammed the vibrator deeper, twisting it slightly so the buzzing head rubbed against her G-spot. Her pussy clenched visibly around the thick pink shaft, juices squirting out around it every time I pulled back. I licked her clit faster, sucking hard, while my free hand spread her ass cheeks and teased her tight little hole with a finger.

Kely was losing it. Her thighs trembled violently on either side of my head. She tried to keep sucking me but kept having to pull off to moan and beg.

“Harder… oh god, fuck me harder with it… I’m so close…”

I fucked her relentlessly with the vibrator, pounding it in and out of her soaked cunt while my tongue worked her clit without mercy. Her moans turned into high-pitched cries, her hips grinding down on my face so hard I could barely breathe.

When she came, it was explosive.

Her whole body seized up. Her pussy clamped down on the vibrator like a vice, pulsing and squirting clear fluid onto my chin and chest. She screamed around my cock, the vibration of her throat pushing me right to the edge.

“Fuuuuuuck- I’m cumming- Ryan-!”

I kept the toy buried deep inside her, letting the vibrations ride out her orgasm while I licked every drop I could reach. Her body shook violently for almost thirty seconds, thighs squeezing my head, before she finally collapsed forward, panting.

I gently pulled the vibrator out of her. It was absolutely drenched.

Kely slid off me, turning around so we were face to face again. Her hair was a wild mess, her face flushed, lips swollen from sucking me. She looked at me with a mix of lust, shock, and something deeper.
I smiled at her, still breathing hard.

“I now thank God for canceling that game so I came home early,” I said, voice low and satisfied. “Because now my sister is going to be my whore for the rest of our lives… and I don’t need to search for a girlfriend anymore.”

She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with a wicked little smile as she reached down and stroked my still-hard cock.

To be continued…