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I left the hotel, hopped into my car (it was still only afternoon), and decided to kill some time by catching a movie. I parked, got out, paid for a ticket, and stepped into the nearly empty theater with a bucket of popcorn, taking the very last seat in the back row. Halfway through the film, a gorgeous MILF with massive breasts slid into the seat beside me, locked eyes with me, and whispered, "Having fun, little brother?" I nodded. She leaned closer and asked softly, "If you don't mind, would you be kind enough to show me your cock?" I nodded again, quietly unzipped, and let my thick, hard length spring free. She looked at it with clear satisfaction and sighed, "You see, little brother, mine was an arranged marriage—I don't mind—but my husband has a tiny cock and finishes in seconds." She leaned in even closer and murmured, "So… can you satisfy me?" I nodded once more. Without another word, she slipped her soaked panties off, placed them neatly on the armrest, climbed onto my lap facing the screen, guided my cock straight into her dripping pussy, wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug, and started riding me slow and deep. Wet sounds and muffled moans mixed with the movie audio as I hit her deepest spots over and over. A few minutes later we both came simultaneously—I flooded her pussy while she clenched and shuddered around me. She lifted off; thick cum immediately leaked from her, running down her thighs. She grabbed her soaked panties, pressed them into my hand along with a napkin that had her phone number scribbled on it, gave me a satisfied smile, and left. I zipped up, finished watching the movie in peace, and walked out with her panties still warm in my pocket.
I pull into the driveway, step inside, and the house is quiet except for the low hum of the TV. Big sis is passed out in her room, still leaking from earlier. Mom is sprawled naked on the sofa, legs already open, pussy glistening and dripping onto the cushions the moment she sees me.
"Welcome home, honey," she purrs, spreading wider.
I strip instantly, slide between her thighs, and hug her tight. My chest presses against her heavy, milk-heavy breasts; my cock rests right against her soaked entrance, mixing the stranger's cum from the theater with everything already inside her. The sofa is ruined in seconds.
I look into her lust-drunk eyes.
"Mom… you're absolutely soaked."
"I've been horny all day watching you destroy your sister's pussy," she whispers, guiding my head to her leaking nipple. Warm milk spills into my mouth the moment I latch on. I drink greedily, swallowing as it flows.
I pull back just long enough to ask, "You're pregnant?"
She nods, biting her lip. "My boss. Business trip last month. I seduced him, begged him to fuck me raw every night. He doesn't know it's his yet… but he proposed. We're getting married next month."
I line up and sink into her in one slow thrust. She moans loud enough to rattle the windows.
"He's a billionaire," she gasps as I bottom out. "After graduation you and your sister will move into the villa with us. He has two daughters… and a wife who already knows everything. You'll join the company—top floor, your name on the door."
"Thank you, Mom," I groan, starting to move.
"Don't thank me," she laughs breathlessly, locking her legs around my waist and yanking me deeper. "Just keep fucking Mommy like this every day."
Wet slaps fill the living room, milk dripping down my chin, her moans turning into broken screams—"Aaa—aaa—holy shit, you're so deep!"—until we both explode together. I pump her full, adding my load to the one already inside her.
When I finally pull out, a thick river of cum pours from her well-fucked pussy onto the sofa. She just lies there, glowing, belly already faintly swollen, milk still beading on her nipples.
I kiss her forehead. "Going to shower and crash. Good night, Mom."
She waves lazily, too blissed-out to move. "Night, baby… dream of your new family."
I head upstairs, leaving her leaking and smiling on the couch, the future wide open and dripping wet.
In the master suite of the penthouse, the billionaire boss has his nineteen-year-old biological daughter pinned beneath him on silk sheets that cost more than most cars.
She's spread wide, knees pushed almost to her shoulders, ankles locked behind his back as he drives into her with slow, punishing strokes. Every time he bottoms out, his heavy balls slap her ass with a wet, lewd smack that echoes through the room. Their mouths are fused together (tongues sliding, swapping thick strands of saliva, moaning into each other like they're starving). Drool leaks from the corners of her lips, runs down her chin, and drips onto her bouncing breasts.
"AAA—AA—yes, yes, Daddy—fuck me—fuck your little girl's pussy—make me cum—!"
He growls against her lips, hips snapping harder, the bedframe slamming against the wall in perfect rhythm. Her pussy is obscenely wet; every thrust forces out a fresh gush of creamy arousal that coats his shaft and splatters across his lower stomach. The air is thick with the scent of her juices and his sweat.
She claws at his back, nails leaving red trails. "Deeper—please—I want to feel you in my stomach—!"
He shifts his angle, drives in even deeper, and she screams, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out as the first orgasm crashes through her. Her walls clamp down so hard he has to fight to keep moving, but he does (relentless, stretching her open again and again while she squirts in hot pulses around his cock).
Minutes blur into one long, filthy crescendo. When he finally cums, it's with a guttural roar: he buries himself to the hilt and unloads, thick, endless ropes flooding her womb until it overflows, creamy white leaking out around his pulsing shaft and soaking the sheets beneath her ass.
They stay locked together, panting, kissing lazily as the aftershocks ripple through them. When he finally pulls out, a torrent of their mixed cum follows, pooling between her thighs in a sticky mess.
She sits up on shaky legs, still dripping, and watches him dress.
He buttons his shirt casually. "I'm marrying another woman next month. She's probably already carrying my child. She has two kids—a son and a daughter."
The daughter licks her lips, fingers drifting to her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles as fresh arousal drips onto the floor.
"A brother…" she whispers, voice breaking with sudden, desperate lust. "I'm going to have a big brother with a cock just like yours… maybe bigger… maybe he'll fuck me for hours…"
She's already panting again, thighs trembling.
He smirks, zips up. "Meeting in twenty. Behave."
The door clicks shut behind him.
She collapses back onto the ruined bed, fingers plunging into her leaking pussy, moaning to the empty room:
"Brother… brother… next month… I'm already soaked for you…"
Within minutes she's screaming through another orgasm, squirting across the sheets, passed out cold with two fingers still buried inside herself and his cum still oozing from her well-fucked hole, dreaming of the stepbrother she hasn't even met yet.
The video call connects.
On screen, the older sister is on all fours in some hotel room, getting railed hard from behind by a random gym-bro type. The camera shakes with every thrust; wet slaps and her broken moans fill the speakers.
Older sister (panting, hair stuck to her face):
"Hey, little sis… how's Daddy's cock treating you today?"
Younger sister (still naked on the ruined penthouse bed, cum leaking between her thighs):
"Big news… Daddy's marrying another woman next month. She's already pregnant. That means… we're getting a brother."
The second the word "brother" leaves her mouth, the older sister's eyes go wide. Her whole body locks up; she screams into the pillow, pussy visibly spasming as she squirts in a violent arc that soaks the guy's jeans and the carpet beneath them.
Random guy (startled, pulling out):
"What the fuck—?!"
He grabs his clothes and bolts, door slamming behind him.
Older sister collapses forward, trembling, cum and squirt dripping off her chin. She finally catches her breath and looks back at the screen, eyes glowing with the exact same heart-shaped obsession.
Older sister (voice hoarse):
"Is that true? We're really getting a brother?"
Younger sister nods frantically, already rubbing her clit again.
"Yes… and I'm already so wet for him…"
Both sisters moan in unison, staring at each other through the phone, fingers moving faster.
Older sister: "I can't wait… I need him inside me the second he walks through the door…"
Younger sister: "Same… we'll share him, right?"
They both nod, lost in the fantasy, and the call ends with both of them still touching themselves, whispering "brother… brother…" like a prayer until they pass out in their separate beds, dripping and dreaming of the same cock they haven't even met yet.
The billionaire's phone buzzes on the nightstand.
He answers with a lazy smirk. "Hey, honey. What's up?"
His wife's voice comes through, low and dripping with satisfaction:
"I met our new stepson today… and let's just say he's perfect."
He raises an eyebrow. "Already?"
"Twice," she purrs. "I told him your cock was tiny and you finish in thirty seconds. Then I climbed on his lap in the back row of the theater and let him fill me up while the credits rolled."
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest.
"My cock is tiny, huh? Short duration?"
"Exactly," she teases. "So tonight, husband… you're going to fuck me until I forget I ever said that. Until I can't remember any cock but yours."
He's already hard, loosening his tie with one hand.
"Bring it on, baby. I'm going to ruin that pretty pussy so thoroughly you'll be leaking me for a week. Be ready when I get home."
She laughs, breath hitching with anticipation.
"I was born ready."
They both hang up at the same time, grinning like predators.
The night ahead is going to be a war of orgasms, and neither of them plans on losing.