Solace - S01 E18

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Solace - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

Cora And Kevin Become Reckless In Their Fucking, Allowing Their Mother To Catch Them.

And just like that I was having an ongoing sexual relationship with my sister.

I suspect most people reading this will be thinking something like “what a lucky guy, I wish I were him!” at this point. And that’s not entirely unfair. I was regularly getting the most insane head imaginable from my extremely attractive mother. My bombshell sister was insatiably hungry for my cock and letting me slam her tight little pussy at every available opportunity. I had two beautiful women desperate to fulfill my sexual needs, and the only limitation was my ability to produce cum and get them alone. I’ll admit, that part was great.

But it was also one of the most stressful periods in my life. Cora knew about Mom and me, and she seemed to be ok with it. We had a pretty serious talk the day after our first encounter, and while I think part of her wanted me all to herself she was adamant that I needed to keep making sure our mother was taken care of. Of course she was even more adamant that I keep taking care of her. My worries that she would end up regretting what we did were wholly unfounded. That meant I could be a little less careful in fooling around with Mom. But Mom, alas, did not know about Cora and me.

We wanted to tell her, both of us agreed she had a right to know. But how do you start that conversation? “Hey Mom, real quick before you give me that sloppy toppy. You know Cora, your daughter, my sister? Well, she and I are having wild monkey sex every time you aren’t around. Just a heads up, now lemme devour that box.” Yeah, not exactly the sort of revelation you can make casually.

And we were, too. Having wild monkey sex any time Mom wasn’t around, that is. With the barrier broken down I found myself rock hard 24/7 for my sister’s perfect cunt. Our sexual compatibility was off the charts, and we both had a deep and abiding hunger for one another. Nutting inside my little sister was fucking addictive. More than sexually pleasurable, it provided a deep emotional satisfaction. Any time Mom went out to run errands, if we were home while she was at work, if her well-meaning friends were taking her out to meet guys again, you could bet that my sister and I were back home banging each other as hard as physically possible. There were a few days where Cora and I would fuck in the afternoon then Mom would come visit me at night. The first time was harrowing. In the pit of my stomach I knew Mom would be able to taste my sister on my cock and everything would explode.

She didn’t, though, and as is so wont to happen the more my sister and I got away with it the more complacent we became. I think both of us got off a little on the risk of getting caught. We’d fuck until we heard Mom’s care pull into the driveway. We’d grind on each other when Mom was still home with us. Once Cora joined me in the shower and had me fuck her in the ass while Mom was still sleeping. I can’t even count the number of times we’d have dinner with my cum leaking out of my sister’s freshly-fucked cunt. Mom never caught us, and we never did figure out how to broach the subject of our relationship with her and come clean.

So, of course, it was now our mother’s turn to catch us in the act.

There we were, a perfect Saturday afternoon. Cora and I were sitting on the couch, some show running in the background while we doomscrolled through our phones. Suddenly, Mom pops her head in from the kitchen.

“I gotta run out for a few hours, you kids don’t burn the place down while I’m gone!”

My sister and I both nod in assent. I look at her. She looks at me. We both smile. Oh yeah, we’re fucking once Mom has left. Mom puttered around for another few minutes, before finally heading to go do whatever she’s going to do. Once I hear the door close I turn to my sister, but she’s already on top of me. Her mouth is on mine, devouring me, while her hand fishes my rapidly hardening cock from my jeans. Our breathing was fast and needy as Cora broke the kiss.

“We shouldn’t do this here, Mom just left.” I panted.

“You heard her, she won’t be back for a few hours.” My sister replied. She slid off the couch to kneel between my knees. “And I need you inside me right fucking now.”

I could only lean my head back and moan as she began kissing my shaft and tonguing my pisshole. Bathing my cock with her saliva, she pulled my testicles out of my pants and began kissing those too. Her lips were heaven on my nuts as she stroked me to full hardness. I’d had girls play with my balls before, but no one did it like Cora. She was gentle, but not too gentle; firm, but not too firm. She kissed my beans on at a time, then licked my entire sack. She massaged my testicles just right, teasing them with her fingers, plumping them up till they were heavy with sperm, then put them in her mouth and sucked them as if the seed could come out through my scrotum. I leaned back powerless. It felt good, but it was also an activity of trust. The slightest misstep would mean catastrophe for my family jewels, but Cora always handled them with reverence and joy. She didn’t do it for me; she did it for her. She took joy in it. She did it all one-handed, too, her other hand in her pants toying with her muff. The wet sound of her stirring her own pot enhanced my arousal.

“I love how hard you get for me, big brother.” She gasped at me. Spit and precum dripped from her mouth. My cock was a sloppy, wet mess. Electricity passed between us as she stared intently into my eyes. She looked like a wild animal, a sexual goddess. I loved her.

“I love the things you can do to me, little sister.” I replied. We were both such fucking perverts. Instead of being ashamed of our blood relationship it just fueled our mutual lust. She laughed and rose to her feet. I stared mesmerized as she did the classic hip wiggle of a girl squirming out of her jeans. Reaching out, I placed my finger between her legs, rubbing her clit through her polka-dot panties and eliciting a delighted moan. Her nub was stiff and throbbing in the softness of her vulva. I could feel how wet she already was, and loved the way the material clung to her perfect puffy lips as I took my hand away.