A wild sister appears

"How are you still so fuckin' tight?!"

Katya bounced atop her friend's wide hips as the cat girl with a horsecock thrust mightily up to meet her. Katya's chest heaved, flushed a deep red. Her belly which had been trim and svelte now rounded out, filled to the limit by Blake's over-eager balls. Each time Katya's apple shaped rear landed on her friend's crotch, impaled on that massive cock, a gush of cum would splatter out onto her partner. Over and over Sabrina's dick made itself known, the definite shape of its flat head bulging out her friend's belly despite being filled with so much virile spunk. A sweaty sheen covered the pair in the dim room, just visible with the light from the door.

Blake smiled back, feeling a rush inside at the perverted display, causing his pussy-coated member to struggle to grow. How he wanted to just get back to it, to plow his kitties tight holes…

"I'll be right back!" He called back, forcing himself to move.

"F-fu-... Dont take too long masterrrr!" Katya called back as the squelch and clap of their lovemaking continued.

He walked, as always careful not to knee his own massive testicles too harshly. The two monstrous orbs "hid" underneath his sweatpants. His shrunken down dick sequestered between the cleft of the two massive testicles despite it being at least six inches soft.

He smiled to himself, remembering how shy and insecure Katya had been at the start. She had been the one who wanted to imprint on him. Watching him from affar, following him to class, she had been utterly infatuated with him... or so she said. That primal part of her apparently driving her into a frenzy so that even her shyness couldn't keep her away.

The first few days had been a whirl of discovery. The diminutive cat girl had obviously been harboring a hunger for his oversized genitals, she'd even said as much in her initial confession. Yet she had been frightened of finally giving her virginity to him.

Those first couple of times, of him being as careful and slow as he could manage all while this heat, this electricity suffused the air about them. Once that door had been unlocked, there had been no stopping it, stopping them.

Blake shook himself, realizing he'd nearly walked past the sink, forgetting his current task, distracted by the memory of his personal cat girl.

He grabbed a glass, feeling the gnawing thirst as he began to fill his glass with cool, refreshing water.

Sabrina meanwhile was a bit of an enigma to Blake. She had come along, always hanging off of her friend, even as the shorter girl had decided he was to be her mate. Sabrina said she had "imprinted" with him as well, but for some reason he thought it was somehow… different. He could see it in her mannerisms, in the way she looked at him. For sure he found her staring at him, a look of longing sparking in her blue eyes, but it wasn't the outright addoration of his pink haired kitty. Maybe not every one of these "imprintings" was supposed to go the same way, maybe some of their type could resist whatever sort of primal thing was happening. Or maybe Katya was more of an exception… he didn't know.

He closed his eyes, sighing inwardly at the feel of cool water running down his throat as he tipped the glass back.

"hey , Blake."

Blake nearly choked, distracted by his thoughts and the act of gulping down some much needed h20.

He spluttered momentarily, turning to see his sister, Morgan, just opening the fridge.

“Oh! Ah-hah, uh… morning?” he sputtered out.

The dark haired goth turned her eyes in his direction, slowly running her gaze down his body-builder physique, running him down like she wasn’t sure he matched up to her elevated expectations.

He couldn’t be sure, but it almost seemed like she stopped for a moment, gaze stuttering over the pair of “melons” pushing out at his sweatpants. Yet no seeming recognition played over her sharp features as she turned back to searching through whatever food they had.

Morgan wasn’t unattractive, far from it. She just didn’t always wear the most flattering attire, opting to instead wear black hoodies and baggy undergarments a lot of the time. Yet, bending over now, looking into the dim light cascading off her fine features, he couldn’t help checking out the swell of her admirable ass cheeks. They looked wide, supple and like they might just jiggle nicely with the proper amount of ****.

Blake leaned back against the counter, pulling out his phone as a distraction from his suddenly aching member and embarrasing thoughts.

“Are the cats still in your room?” she asked, apparently feeling talkative today as she stood back up, a cup of yogurt in hand.

“Uh-hu… yeah… you know, still really…” he didn’t continue, assuming that his sister would get where he was going.

His stuttering produced a small smirk from the girl as she sat at the table, evidence of her awareness of the “cat’s” voracious need for sex.

Morgan lifted a scoop, pure white yogurt hanging off the spoon as she slowly licked it up like a… well… cat. A small drop slipped, smearing down the edge of her chin.

Blake stared, feeling his pulse elsewhere than where his heart lay. Did she realize what she looked like, licking up the… yogurt?

“I understand, sometimes a girl just can’t ignore it.” Morgan said, scooping another dollop to her fine lips, slowly eating it one small slurp at a time.

Blake tore his gaze away, licking his lips, suddenly feeling just as thirsty as when he’d first reached the kitchen. He went to fill another glass.

Dumbly, he realized that he still had his phone out, that he had typed something, distracted by his sister’s perverted act.

“Morgan is eating my cum from that cup”

In a flash of fear and shame he quickly removed the text from the screen… by pressing enter.

“Mmmm…”

Blake looked up, keeping an eye on the glass that was filling to his side.

Morgan scooped another large blob of the nearly-white “yogurt”, her eyes looking straight at him as she put the whole thing in her mouth. She closed her dark orbs for a second, relishing in the taste as she sat with it in her mouth. Visibly her throat moved as she made a loud gulping noise.

Blake flushed, turning away after seeing her sister eat one large gob of his always fresh supply of cum. The cup still sat half full before her, small splatters hanging off the sides and drooling down towards the table cloth.

“You make the best yogurt bro.”

Morgan giggled, deep and throaty, as she went to take another scoop.

“No problem.” he gulped, feeling suddenly way too warm for being without a shirt. He went to fill a large water bottle for the girls, now feeling somewhat hurried to return to his women. He noticed his phone lying to the side, and the app opened once more.

Had he left it like that?

It was a good thing that the app wasn’t real like Katya suspected. Having typed “Morgan is getting my yogurt straight from the tap”... he wouldn’t have known how to handle a situation like that.

All of his sisters were perverts to the degree that he sometimes caught them looking, taking notice of his musculature and his always obvious package, yet that was all it was, a curiosity. None of them wanted to cross that line… well… his eyes roamed over to his sister sitting, enjoying his cum.

He hoped that was the case.

As he waited for the water bottle to fill he began to type once more, mind on the girl nearby as well as the pair still copulating in his room and on the potential of what reality could be, following a string of thought that excited his more… adventurous side.

“Morgan is another type of animal kin, a Centauress. She barely ever covers herself because of her heritage, allowing her breasts which are so large they would be impossible on any human, to hang free for any person to grope.”

Finished with that perverted thought, he pressed enter as he went to finally turn off the faucet.

“Thanks lil’ bro.”

He nearly jumped as his taller sister clopped to his side, leaning her naked body over so she could place her empty cup in the sink. He turned, needing to look up slightly as his sister stood at just over seven feet. Before her, two breasts that seemed to have their own gravity because of their sheer size, bounced and jostled together as she stopped beside him.

She looked at him, a smirk of expectation on her lips as she waited so very close to him.

Knowing what his sister wanted, what she was waiting for standing there, he reached with his strong hands to begin to gently massage her monstrous tits.

“H-haaahh… that’s it… right there…” Morgan purred, eyes shutting in pleasure as Blake’s hands began to move more quickly, sinking into the massive and pliant flesh. Any view of her tanned torso was covered by the pair of massive tits. Yet there was so much more to her unique body. Her top half was nearly all tit but her bottom half was that of an equine, black fur to match her dark hair up above. Her four hooves clopped and bounced, showing their own appreciation of his attentions on the dinner plate sized areolas. Despite their animalistic shape, her legs had a human-ish movement to them, perhaps from a difference of bone structure from actual animals but there was a difference that made the perverted Blake always think of his sister’s other half as an alluring addition to an already interesting person.

He blushed, even as he continued to sink his masculine fingers deeper into the massive orbs. He hefted, running lightly over the gargantuan nips drooping like a pair of miniature dicks.

“Yes… yes… just keep going…” Morgan moaned, further making the situation one which Blake was becoming less and less comfortable with. Tilting forward, he tried to hide his erection which now pushed out from above the two huge bulges of his massive nuts, inadvertently causing his face to be even closer to the amazing spectacle that was his sister’s breasts. A small spot of something wet started to appear where his head pushed out at the grey material covering his oversized genatalia.

Morgan’s head leaned back, shaking from one side to the other as her lower limbs moved noisily with the pleasure pulsing inside her chest.

To have a sister who always wanted a tit massage from those around her… was a challenge for the perverse Blake. Inevitably he found himself fantasizing as he toyed with the woman’s massive tits, thinking about the more animalistic parts of her and what kinds of fun they could get up to if she were a little more lax on where she wanted to be “massaged”.

He winced, remembering the words he’d typed into his phone, “Morgan prefers her massages to be in her horse vagina, usually with a big cock.” Something he would definitely not say no to, but which he also felt a little bad for even thinking of as it felt like maybe it would have taken some agency away from his sis. She may be a bit of a tease, but he still loved the girl too much to do something like that.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes-YES!”

Morgan shook, her hands rushing forwards to grasp the sides of her massive tits, her equine half now kicking and jolting in what was obviously an orgasm. Blake, always the helpful brother, continued to massage and pull on the capacious orbs, ensuring that his sister’s pleasure would continue for as long as possible. He had some success as Morgan’s shaking, jolting and wanton moans continued for a length which felt uncountable to the centauress. A slight sheen appeared on her tanned skin, evidence of the straining pleasure coursing through her massive body.

Those were however not the only indications of her pleasure. A smell, fecund and sweet, suddenly rushed into Blake’s senses, causing his already straining dick to pulse forwards, reacting to the strong stench emanating from somewhere behind his sister.

Slowly Morgan began to relax, her shoulders slumping as a dopey look of happiness snuck into her fine features.

“Mmh-fuck but that was good.” she said, licking her lips, chest and huge tits heaving as she gasped for air. She gazed at him with an expression of… longing?

Whatever it was, it quickly passed and she smirked, her usually teasing look back in place.

“Look at you, treating your big sis first to some of your yogurt-” she glanced down at his junk, stopping for a second to appreciate the fact that he was still hard.

“-and then blowing my tits off with those big hands of yours…” she caressed his fingers, proceeding for a length of time that started to feel increasingly uncomfortable to Blake.

Almost as a whisper to herself, Morgan spoke. “Maybe… I can return the favor… just a little at least.”

A moment of vulnerability appeared on her features before it was wiped away, stern resolve evident in her gaze.

She leaned forwards quickly, placing her lips on Blake's own mouth for one shocking moment before releasing him, giving him a devious look of glee as she turned her back and strutted off on all four horse hooves.

Blake stood speechless, feeling her soft lips faintly on his own as he watched his sister’s back end, her flared wide horse pussy dripping cream down both back legs.

He reached up to his mouth, noticing the slight wet feeling there, realizing that she’d even stuck her tongue inside for that brief moment.

Emotions... hope, confusion, arousal… they swirled inside, fighting for his focus for what felt an eternity.

“Fuck.” He gasped.

The sound of water in the sink behind him spilling over the top of the water bottle finally broke him from his wandering mind, reminding him of the pair upstairs and of the place he could direct his suddenly very hard cock.

-Artists: III_OridaS_III , sookmo