Her skin glows in the firelight, and her look is infectious, burning into my eyes. She is every inch the vampire.
But it’s not blood that my sister craves.
I put her off with my fingers, and she wraps her tongue around them.
But it only makes her hunger grow - she’s panting now —seeking something warmer, something bigger. Watching her nurse on her own breast makes my cock throb — she knows him too well. Already, he aches to feed her, coat her, fill her.
The screech of my zipper signals my surrender.
She drops to her knees, extracts him from my shorts, and sighs in relief. She knows when to tease, when to worship, when to deny, exactly how making him grow harder, bigger, greedier as I grow dizzier, weaker, and more confused. My cock is her eager slave, my balls her fawning subjects. Each little flick of her tongue makes them a little fuller, a little tighter.
And then she swallows me. The veins in her mouth vibrate around me, driving my heartbeat to match hers, as her hunger becomes mine: all I want is to see myself disappear through her lips, to feel every inch of me inside her warm throat, to hear the sloppy sounds we make together.
The fire outside becomes the fire inside, warming the base of my spine, sending scalding blood to my brain. I urge my hips forward again and again and again, desperate for relief.
She can tell just when I’ve reached that point: no stopping now. My cock commands me, as she commands him. She relaxes into the back of the chair, smugly, and I shoot and shoot and shoot my warm seed all over her.
"So hot, so smooth, so much," she murmurs as she massages it into her tits, "you’ve done well."
I’m relieved, glowing, and so very proud. I rise towards her, firmer still, and even more eager to serve her, to provide every drop she needs..
"Trix - what the …?"
"Shhhh, I’m just playing." A game he’s going to love. His ear tastes a little salty, and he twitches when I tickle it with my tongue.
Bobby tried to hold out, too. Now he’s as hooked as I am.
Doug’s a darling boy, with a conscience. But it’s no match for that big thing getting thicker and thicker between his legs.
He’s panting already - his ears must be real sensitive. Wonder what else is? He tenses and turns to say something - scold me, probably.
But soft kisses can be so persuasive.
Yes! He grabs the back of my head, pulls me closer, a little tongue, strokes my ass. There’s a very unbrotherly gleam in his eyes. Soon, girl, soon.
His nipples are stiff - and so tasty. Men’s bodies - damn.
And he moans, “Oh, god, oh, god, Trixie — Uncle Bobby’s going to hear us.”
"Who do you think got me so hot and bothered?"
He swallows, hard, and says, “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”
As I slide myself along his body, I feel his cock pulsing, pleading for a warm, wet release. So ready. “Silly boy, it’s about giving, not taking.”
A long, sweet, sloppy kiss. "And you’re about to give me everything."