Morning After Fucking My 18 Year Old Little Sister – Risky Sex While Parents Home (Part 2)

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As morning sunlight crept through the blinds, I awoke with Riya's soft curves pressed against me, her breaths coming in gentle pants. She was still half-asleep, but even in her slumber, she'd wrapped one leg around my waist and snuggled closer.

I knew we needed to be quick – Mom and Dad were likely having breakfast downstairs by now, oblivious to the depravity that had transpired under their roof mere hours ago. Yet I couldn't resist giving Riya another kiss – sweet, innocent, and utterly filthy. She responded in kind before slowly opening her eyes, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.

"Good morning," she whispered, nuzzling my chest.

I chuckled and ran my fingers through her tousled black hair. "Morning." Reaching between us, I slid two fingers into Riya's still-wet pussy, eliciting a gasp from her lips as I curled them inside to stroke that sensitive spot within. She shuddered beneath me, already aroused again after the night's activities.

"Fuck... just a little more," she pleaded, grinding against my hand desperately. "Please, Rahul?"

I complied happily, pumping in and out of her until Riya's hips started shaking uncontrollably, her pussy milking my fingers for release. With one final stroke, I felt her orgasm crash through her small frame as she cried out softly.

"Fuck... that was... so good," she panted, still trembling from the aftershocks. "But we gotta go – Mom and Dad might come looking soon."

Riya nodded, scrambling off the bed to slip on a flimsy pink nightie. I quickly threw on my boxers and t-shirt before following her downstairs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as we entered the kitchen.

Mom and Dad sat at the table, engrossed in their newspapers. Seeing us, they glanced up with warm smiles. "Morning kids!" Mom exclaimed, patting the empty chair next to me. "Get some rest last night?"

Riya shot me a furtive glance before taking her seat beside me, her cheeks flushed and nipples stiff beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"No sleep," I admitted with an innocent shrug, my mind racing with fantasies about fucking Riya right here on this very kitchen table. The thought was too tempting to resist. While Mom busied herself pouring coffee, Dad flipping through his paper, I reached under the tablecloth and grasped Riya's thigh, sliding my hand up her nightgown.

She parted her legs slightly as I stroked closer to that aching cunt of hers, my thumb teasing her clit through the thin fabric. Riya bit back a moan, her eyes darting anxiously between our parents' oblivious faces and mine. The thrill of potentially getting caught only fueled my lust.

"You're such a naughty girl," I murmured, rubbing her pussy more insistently as she writhed in her seat.

"Shh... not now," Riya warned through clenched teeth, her body trembling with arousal. "Mom might hear us."

But Mom was too engrossed in conversation to notice our clandestine encounter. My fingers danced across her clit and labia through the nightgown until Riya's breath hitched and she squirmed violently, her panties growing damp.

"Fuck... right here?" I hissed in delight as I felt her pussy clench around nothing. "While they're home?"

"Yes!" Riya breathed, squeezing my hand against her sex. "Quickly! Before we get caught!"

My cock sprang to attention at the prospect of getting busted by our parents for fucking their daughter on the kitchen table. With a mischievous grin, I yanked down Riya's nightgown and panties in one swift motion.

She gasped as the cool air hit her sex, but it wasn't enough to deter me. Positioning myself between her thighs, I plunged into her wet heat with reckless abandon – hard, fast, and silent, our bodies moving in tandem like a well-oiled machine. Despite the danger of discovery, there was something thrilling about fucking my little sister right under their noses.

Riya moaned softly, trying to stifle it behind her hand as I ravaged her pussy mercilessly. "Fuck... your cock feels so good inside me," she panted urgently, squeezing my buttocks to urge me on.

"Shh, sis..." I warned, gripping her hips and thrusting even harder. "Not too loud..."

We continued our clandestine fuck-fest in the kitchen until I felt her pussy start to convulse around me once more, signaling another orgasm. With a final, powerful stroke, I came inside her – my hot seed spurting deep within Riya as she shuddered beneath me.

Afterward, we quickly righted ourselves and adjusted our clothes before Mom could look up from her coffee cup. She was oblivious to what had just transpired mere inches away. Dad remained engrossed in his newspaper.

Riya gave my hand a reassuring squeeze – they didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. As we left for school, I glanced over at her and saw the satisfied smile on her face. It was clear that our secret affair had only just begun.
Over the next few days, Riya became addicted to fucking me anywhere and everywhere she could get away with it – bathroom quickies after showering together, late-night visits to my room while Mom and Dad were asleep, even sneaking a blowjob under the dining table when we thought no one was looking. The risk of getting caught heightened everything.

As I finger-fucked Riya on her bed, she moaned softly against my cock as she sucked me off. "Fuck, sis... you're such a little slut for your brother now," I teased, pushing in and out of her tight pussy as she serviced my erection.

She looked up at me through lowered lashes, her eyes gleaming with lust as she swallowed around the head of my dick. "I am a slut – all yours."

I groaned at the sensation of her throat working its magic and began thrusting into it more forcefully. "Fuck... I love watching you suck my cock while Mom's right downstairs."

Riya muffled a moan by sucking me deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick. As she deep-throated me, I knew we were walking a thin line between ecstasy and disaster.

Within the next few days, our clandestine fucking escalated to new heights – every spare moment was spent lost in each other's bodies, always with the looming threat of discovery hanging over us like the sword of Damocles.

One afternoon, while Mom worked from home and Dad was out running errands, I positioned Riya facedown on my bed. Gripping her hips, I thrust hard into her pussy as she braced herself against the pillows.

"Fuck... your little sister feels amazing," I groaned, pounding away at her with reckless abandon.

Riya panted heavily, her ass bobbing up and down as I fucked her harder than ever before. "Yes! Fuck me, Rahul!" she cried out, clearly forgetting that Mom could easily hear us through the thin walls.

I didn't care – nothing was hotter than risking discovery to please Riya in every way possible. We came together violently, my dick pulsing deep inside her as I filled her with another creampie.
The days passed quickly, each encounter more passionate and illicit than the last. Despite the danger of getting caught, we craved that rush of adrenaline mixed with pleasure.

During breakfast one morning, Riya reached under the table to rub my cock through my jeans while Mom chatted happily about some shopping trip later that day. I shot her a look, warning her to behave since Dad was seated right across from us. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she reluctantly withdrew her hand, but not before giving my dick a final squeeze.

"Rahul, are you feeling alright?" Mom asked curiously, noticing the flush on my face.

"I'm fine, Ma," I replied quickly, clearing my throat and praying Dad hadn't noticed anything untoward. Thankfully, he was engrossed in his paper once more.

to be continuedd....