Motherfucker - Sex Stories

Motherfucker

... unintentional vocalizations that were coming out of her mouth, while she was doing that.

But of course, I just kept on going. Rubbing away at her little G-spot cum-button with my fingertips. Because I didn't just want to make Lacey orgasm strongly. No, sir. I wanted to make my little sister see God! I wanted to make her orgasm so hard that she squirted all over the bed. I wanted to make Lacey wish that I was her husband, instead of Tim.

And so I kept on relentlessly rubbing away at Lacey's G-spot, and then later energetically finger-fucking the crap out of her vagina, until I finally accomplished my goal.

And Lacey screamed out before she began squirting all over the bed between her spread-apart legs. It was quite the sight to behold.

"Now, you're ready to fuck, right?" I said to her, nodding my head slowly.

And Lacey instantly responded with, "God damn it, Carl! Get your fingers out of my pussy, put your dick in, and let's fuck! I want us to make a baby together!"

I mounted Lacey missionary-style, and began thrusting away at her sopping-wet vagina. And I was so excited that, within a few seconds, I orgasmed my ass off and began squirting my sperm into the back pocket of Lacey's small vagina.

And this time, Lacey didn't have to tell me to leave my dick buried deep inside her fuck-hole, because that was the only thing I felt like doing anyway, without her saying a word to me about it.

In fact, I was actually disappointed when my dick finally softened ...

... up enough to fall out of her pussy on its own. I was wanting to stay coupled up with her and hugging her, and riding that wonderful orgasmic afterglow for as long as I could.

Heck, Lacey was even giving me little kisses on my cheek and neck, and massaging my back with her hands while I was lying on top of her, spent. She didn't have to do any of that. But she did.

And I thought to myself at the time,

Now, this is the little sister that I want to keep fucking over and over again as much as I can before she leaves

.

And I whispered in Lacey's ear, "Did you like that?"

And she replied, "Are you fucking kidding me? My own husband never made me cum as hard as you just did. And right now, it feels like I could keep on having sex with you for the rest of my life. I know how weird and kinky that sounds. But it's the truth. I love you, big brother."

"I love you too, little sis," I said back to her, in full voice this time. "But Mom's waiting for me in her bedroom right now, and I promised her that I would fuck her every night that I'm here. That was part of our deal. So unfortunately, I've got to go. But I'll come back and fuck you some more when I can, okay?"

"Sure. I guess beggars can't be choosers. And I'm definitely a beggar right now, and not a chooser. You're the chooser in this relationship," Lacey said to me.

I reluctantly got up out of Lacey's bed, put my pajama bottoms back on, leaving my underwear on the floor of her bedroom, because I knew that ...