Catching up with family

{if@ Family==true}"Come on, stud," says Taylor, pulling you into the house with a mischievous grin.{if@ Images==true}

{endif} As soon as the door closes behind you, your sexy older sister pulls you in to a deep, passionate kiss. Your hands go to her hips as she grinds against you, then slide up her slender torso to where her breasts push against your chest.

"Squeeze them," gasps Taylor. You do so, her flesh yielding to your fingers, and she moans against your cheek. "It's been so lonely without you," she whimpers, as you grope her butt. "I got soooo horny. My girlfriend just... doesn't turn me on any longer. No girl can. I got so **** I even brought a guy home, but when I saw his dick..." She pulls back, her amber eyes searching yours desperately.

"He was nothing, compared to you, Michael. Nothing. The moment I saw it, I was fully turned off. And you know what?" Taylor hooks a leg over your hip, pulling her close enough that her lips brush yours as she talks. "Before you fucked me, before you changed my life, I would have thought that guy was packing. Well-hung. But you ruined me, little brother. Your big fucking cock puts his to shame. So now I need your monster in my wet, needy little pussy." Your member has grown in your pants, pushing against Taylor's crotch through your clothes. Her breath catches as she feels it. "Please," she whines.

The two of you cavort through the house, desperately pulling each other's clothes off, until you finally pin Taylor's nude, gorgeous body against the hallway wall, and bury your sword in her hot, tight sheath.

"Yes!" cries Taylor, her hands scrabbling against your muscled back. "Deeper, Michael! Put it all the way in! Split your sister in two! I need it! Yes yes ye....." Her words turn into a long, keening moan as you finally bury yourself to the hilt. Her pussy is just as fantastic as you remember, welcoming your python deep inside her, her walls moulding around you in an incestuous caress.{else}"Come on, Alpha Man," says Taylor, pulling you into the house with a mischievous grin. {if@ Images==true}

{endif}As soon as the door closes behind you, your sexy older sister presses you against the wall, her hands roving your muscular frame in a distinctly un-sisterly way.

"Fuck, you've gotten even hotter since I last saw you," she murmurs, leaning closer to you. You feel her hard nipples brushing against your chest through her shirt.

"Um, Taylor? What are you doing?" you ask, somewhat dumbfounded. Taylor's always been the type to tease you, knowing she's untouchable as your sister, and a lesbian at that, but this is getting a little too far even for her.

"I think you know what I'm doing," purrs Taylor, punctuating the sentence with a squeeze of your butt. "Ever since you left, I can't stop thinking about my sexy brother. How good it would feel to touch him... to kiss him... to feel his dick in my pussy..."

She suddenly hooks a leg over your hip, pulling her body flush against yours. The tent in your pants pushes against her crotch, and she groans, biting her lip.

"Taylor... you're my sister..." you protest, but with no heart.

"Exactly," croons Taylor, stroking your face. "My hot brother's been right there this whole time, and I've missed out on so much fun." Suddenly she pulls you in to a deep, passionate kiss. After a stunned moment, you kiss her back. Your hands instinctively go to her hips as she grinds against you, then slide up her slender torso to where her breasts push against your chest.

"Take them," gasps Taylor. You do so, her flesh yielding to your fingers, and she moans against your cheek. "It's been so lonely without you," she whimpers, as you grope her butt. "I got soooo horny. I've been masturbating to porn every day for the past two weeks. I can't get off to girls, so I tried guys for the first time. Looking at those hung models, trying to imagine being the one getting pounded by them. But when I look at their face... it's you. Always you, Michael. Your perfect face, your incomparable masculinity. I've been getting off to the thought of you fucking me since you turned eighteen. So now I need your monster in my wet, needy little pussy." Your member has grown in your pants, pushing against Taylor's crotch through your clothes. Her breath catches as she feels it. "Please," she whines.

The two of you cavort through the house, desperately pulling each other's clothes off, until you finally pin Taylor's nude, gorgeous body against the hallway wall, and bury your sword in her hot, tight sheath.

"Yes!" cries Taylor, her hands scrabbling against your muscled back. "Deeper, Michael! Put it all the way in! Split your sister in two! I need it! Yes yes yeAAAAIIIII....." Her words turn into a long, keening moan as you finally bury yourself to the hilt. Her pussy is simply fantastic, welcoming your python deep inside her, her walls moulding around you in an incestuous caress.{endif}

Taylor lifts one leg around your waist, then the other, her slender legs exerting unusual strength as she tries to pull you deeper inside her. Your sister kisses you once, twice, then says, "Fuck me, Michael."

You buck your hips, pistoning in and out of the blonde's fantastic pussy. She nestles her head over your shoulder, and moans uninhibitedly into the hall of your childhood home. Your pound your sister with all of your love and passion, as her sensuous body bounces on your cock, big, perky breasts rubbing up and down against your pecs, erect nipples scratching your skin. You put your hands on her taut, narrow waist, helping her to ride you as you work together to fuck her as hard as you can. You drift sideways, and knock a picture off the wall. It smashes on the floor, but Taylor doesn't even seem to notice, moaning in time with your thrusts.

"Cum in me, Michael," she gasps. "I need it. I've been dreaming about your cum ever since you - AH! - left. It's all I can - HEEA! - think about. And I need it in my fucking pussy NEOOWWW!!"

You explode into your sister with a groan, holding her nude body tight against yours as you pump spurt after spurt into her womb. You feel her shaking and shuddering in your embrace as she's wracked by a colossal orgasm, her pussy squeezing your cock forcefully, squeezing out every last drop, before she finally falls limp against you.{endif}

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A few hours later, you convince a well-fucked Taylor to put on some clothes and focus on the business of arranging a new home for your family. Even with her hair tangled and messy, her face stained with cum, and wearing only an oversized white shirt, she still looks gorgeous as she makes a list of the things they'll need. You call Emma, the bespectacled brunette you made a genius devoted to your harem. She's delighted to hear from you - her voice trembles with anticipation just from hearing you - and just as eager to assist you as when you left her. You have no idea how she does it, but she finds a vacant house in a quiet, coastal town on the other side of the country that should suit your family just fine. With your approval, she buys it and arranges for a moving van to pick up your family's belongings. You don't know where she got the money for an entire new house, and you don't want to know.

You take care to ensure S.P.E.R.M. will have no way of tracking your family to their new home. Emma provides money to bribe the moving van people, so they keep it off-book, and even change the licence plate on their van halfway so that it can't be tracked by automatic numberplate recognition systems. (Again, you don't want to ask how they know how to change a licence plate.) Emma has bought the new house under a fake name, and all of the council paperwork is also under this false alias. Your family will be the Smiths, moving to the coast for the fresh air and the ocean views.

You don't have time to see Emma, and thank her for her work in-person, but you promise her plenty of times that you haven't forgotten her, that you'll be back before too long, and that you'll fuck her and the rest of your school harem soon, that you'll fuck her so good that she'll just lie there, orgasming for hours - and that image finally gives you enough leverage to convince her to hang up.

Your father's home first, stepping through the doorway to see Taylor curled on your lap, lovingly kissing you as you sit on the stairs. He doesn't even remark on your intimacy with your supposedly lesbian sister, simply welcoming you home. You quickly explain the situation, which he accepts without question. Like any other man, he recognises you as the alpha.

{if@ Family==true}Twenty minutes after him, your {if@ Mom==true}mother, Charlotte, arrives home. She's wearing a white summer dress, which shows off plenty of smooth thigh and all of her prodigious cleavage.{if@ Images==true}

{endif} She sees you standing in the hallway, your arm around your sister's waist, and lets out a happy gasp of surprise, before pulling you into a passionate kiss, mashing her big breasts against you.

"Michael, I'm so glad you're back!" your mother says, finally breaking the kiss, as she looks at you appraisingly. "I've been so worried, seeing you do all this vigilante crime-fighting..."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about me," you say, waving away her concerns. "I'm strong enough to look after myself."

Charlotte's amber eyes sweep up and down your body, taking just a bit too long. "You are, aren't you?" she nods admiringly. "Those girls must be very glad to have you on their team."

The silence stretches out. Your mother is looking at you in a way you've seen other girls looking at you. Like you're a long, cool drink on a hot summer day. Like they want to jump on you and fuck themselves silly.

"We'd better go," you say eventually. "We need to get you settled into your new home."

The four of you pile into the Abbott family car. Your father drives, but Taylor and Charlotte insist on sitting either side of you in the back, sandwiching you between the two beautiful women of your family. You rest your left hand on Taylor's bare, perfectly smooth thigh, and your right hand on Charlotte's thigh. Both women seem more than happy at the intimacy, pressing their bodies close to yours.

"Oh dear, Michael, you've got quite the problem there," says Charlotte. Before you can ask what she means, you feel your mother's hand on the erection tenting your jeans, as she feels the shape of your shaft beneath the clothing.

"What's the problem?" asks your dad from the front, without looking back.

"Michael's got a big hard-on," explains your mother raunchily. "It feels like it must be quite painful. I'd better do something about it."

Your father - her husband - merely nods, staring at the road, fully accepting the incestuous relationships in your family as a fact of life. Before you can think, you feel your mother's fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans, pulling down the fly, freeing your flagpole to stand tall before you.

"Yes, it's very big and hard. So much larger than your father's," hums Charlotte loudly, smirking wickedly. "And there's already precum leaking out of it. Let your mother take care of this." She wraps her hands around your shaft, and begins stroking up and down. Taylor nestles her head on your shoulder, gleefully watching the show as your cock grows from your mother's ministrations. Soon it's too big for Charlotte to reach all the way around, precum dribbling onto her painted fingernails, as the sound of her hand jerking you off fills the car.

Taylor's slipped a hand down her shorts, openly rubbing herself in front of your mother. For her part, Charlotte's breathing has grown heavier, gasping inhalations followed by half-moan exhalations. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob, Michael?" she asks huskily.

You manage a nod. "Yes," supplies Taylor. "Suck his cock, Mom."

Charlotte gives the two of you a devilish smile, then unbuckles her seatbelt. The car _biiing_s unhappily, but falls silent as she slips into the footwell in front of her, swivelling around to kneel before you. Giving you one last, lustful look, she bends her neck and lowers her mouth over your cock. You gasp in exhilaration as you feel your mother's mouth on your manhood, her luscious blonde hair falling onto your knees. She stays there for a few seconds, sucking on it like a lollipop, before pulling back up, releasing your glans with a *pop*. She swirls her tongue around your head, teasing at your slit, then sinks her mouth back onto your shaft, taking you as deep as she can before you feel the back of her throat. Your mother's head bobs up and down in your lap, exposing and then hiding your slick column. Her mouth feels incredible, her experience showing itself as her tongue works its magic even whilst she's in motion. The sloppy sounds fill the car, but your father doesn't react at all, and Taylor seems to be loving it.

"I'm going to cum," you eventually say hoarsely.

Charlotte lifts her head off your penis, her tongue lingering for a second before she releases you. "Cum in my mouth, darling," she pants, amber eyes dark with lust. She licks her glossy lips hungrily. "Fill up your mother like a good boy."

She pushes her lips back over your shaft, switching to slow movements of her mouth. Her tongue lazily caresses you, sliding back and forth along your length, and it's enough to push you over the edge. You hold tight onto Taylor as you're overcome by a massive orgasm, spurting huge loads straight into your mother's waiting throat. Your sister cums next to you, her shorts turning dark as she squirts on her fingers. You keep erupting, a barrage of hot white spunk which Charlotte loudly swallows, her lips sealed against your foreskin. You finally peter out, and your mom gets back into her seat, licking the inside of her cheeks as she devours the last of your load.

"That's my son," she says dreamily, nestling herself against you just like her daughter.{else}sister, Charlotte, arrives home. She's wearing a fashionable white sheath dress, which shows off plenty of smooth thigh and sports a deep V-neck, giving a glimpse of her prodigious cleavage.{if@ Images==true}

{endif} She sees you standing in the hallway, your arm around your sister's waist, and lets out a happy gasp of surprise, before pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss, with tongue.

"Michael, you're finally back!" your oldest sister says, finally breaking the kiss, as she looks at you appraisingly. "Mmm, and you're just as hot as the last time I saw you."

"It's good to see you, Charlotte," you smile, openly checking out your sister. This new dress hugs her curves beautifully, emphasising the swell of her butt and her breasts. Her hair looks good, too, cascading in platinum-blonde waves onto her shoulders, framing her supermodel-worthy features.

Charlotte's amber eyes sweep up and down your body, lingering just as long as yours do on hers. "No - you look even better than before," she smirks approvingly. "Those girls must be very glad to have you on their team."

The silence stretches out. The tension is palpable in the air. Taylor looks between the two of you, a dirt smile on her face. She's probably trying to guess which one of you will jump the other first.

"We'd better go," you say eventually. "We need to get you settled into your new home."

The four of you pile into the family car. Your father drives, but Taylor and Charlotte insist on sitting either side of you in the back, a Abbott sister sandwich. You rest your left hand on Taylor's bare, perfectly smooth thigh, and your right hand on Charlotte's thigh. Both women seem more than happy at the intimacy, pressing their bodies close to yours.

"Well well, what do we have here?" says Charlotte. Before you can ask what she means, you feel your sister's hand on the erection tenting your jeans, as she feels the shape of your shaft beneath the clothing.

"What's the problem?" asks your dad from the front, without looking back.

"Michael's got a big hard-on," explains your sister lustfully. "I can feel him throbbing. Must be quite painful, right Michael?. I'd better do something about it."

Your father simply nods, staring at the road. He's clearly fully accepted the incestuous relationship that exists between his three children. Before you can think, you feel your sister's fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans, pulling down the fly, freeing your flagpole to stand tall before you.

"Fuck yes," breathes Charlotte. "I've needed this thing, little bro. I've not stopped thinking about it since the day you left. Neither of us have. But I bet you've already had a go, haven't you, Taylor?"

Your sister nods arousedly, openly groping her own tits.

"Of course you have," smirks Charlotte, tossing back her platinum waves. "Fortunately there's plenty of Michael to go around." With that, she wraps her hands around your shaft, and begins stroking up and down. Taylor nestles her head on your shoulder, hornily watching the show as your cock grows from your oldest sister's ministrations. Soon it's too big for Charlotte to reach all the way around, precum dribbling onto her painted fingernails, as the sound of her hand jerking you off fills the car.

Taylor's slipped a hand down her shorts, openly rubbing herself in front of your father. For her part, Charlotte's breathing has grown heavier, gasping inhalations followed by half-moan exhalations. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob, Michael?" she asks huskily. "Would you like that?"

You manage a nod. "Yes," urges Taylor. "Suck his cock, sis."

Charlotte gives the two of you a devilish smile, then unbuckles her seatbelt. The car _biiing_s unhappily, but falls silent as she slips into the footwell in front of her, swivelling around to kneel before you. Giving you one last, lustful look, she bends her neck and lowers her mouth over your cock. You sigh as you feel your sister's mouth on your manhood, her luscious blonde hair falling onto your knees. She stays there for a few seconds, sucking on it like a lollipop, before pulling back up, releasing your glans with a *pop*. She swirls her tongue around your head, teasing at your slit, then sinks her mouth back onto your shaft, taking you as deep as she can before you feel the back of her throat. You rest your hands on her head, gently controlling Charlotte's pace, as she keeps bobbing up and down, sucking and licking as she goes, doing incredible things with her tongue, fondling your balls with her free hand.

"I'm going to cum," you say eventually.

Charlotte lifts her head off your penis, her tongue lingering for a second before she releases you. "Cum in my mouth, Michael," she pants, amber eyes dark with lust. She licks her glossy lips hungrily. "Please... cum for me. Be a good brother and fill up your sister with your hot, delicious batter."

She pushes her lips back over your shaft, switching to slow movements of her mouth. Her tongue lazily caresses you, sliding back and forth along your length, and it's enough to push you over the edge. You hold tight onto Taylor as you're overcome by a massive orgasm, spurting huge loads straight into your sister's waiting throat. Taylor cums next to you, her shorts turning dark as she squirts on her fingers. You keep erupting, a barrage of hot white spunk which Charlotte loudly swallows, her lips sealed against your foreskin. You finally peter out, and your oldest sibling gets back into her seat, licking the inside of her cheeks as she devours the last of your load.

"Such a good fucking brother," she says dreamily, nestling herself against you just like your other sister.{endif}{else}Twenty minutes after him, your {if Mom==true}mother, Charlotte, arrives home. She's wearing a white summer dress, which shows off plenty of smooth thigh and all of her prodigious cleavage.{if@ Images==true}

{endif} She sees you standing in the hallway, your arm around your sister's waist, and lets out a happy gasp of surprise, before pulling you into a kiss. Charlotte has always kissed you on the lips since you were a kid, which you never understood since she stopped doing it to Taylor when she was ten. It's not just pursed lips this time, though; she moves her lips against yours, humming into your mouth.

"Michael, I'm so glad you're back!" your mother says, finally breaking the kiss, as she looks at you appraisingly. "I've been so worried, seeing you do all this vigilante crime-fighting..."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about me," you say, waving away her concerns. "I'm strong enough to look after myself."

Charlotte's amber eyes sweep up and down your body, taking just a bit too long. "You are, aren't you?" she nods admiringly. "Those girls must be very glad to have you on their team."

The silence stretches out. Your mother is looking at you in a way you've seen other girls looking at you. Like you're a long, cool drink on a hot summer day. Like they want to jump on you and fuck themselves silly.

"We'd better go," you say eventually. "We need to get you settled into your new home."

The four of you pile into the Abbott family car. Your father drives, but Taylor and Charlotte insist on sitting either side of you in the back, sandwiching you between the two beautiful women of your family. You rest your hand on Taylor's bare, perfectly smooth thigh, and gazes at you unwaveringly, biting her lip lustfully. You slowly slide your hand up towards her short shorts, and your sister cups her breasts beneath her shirt, presenting them to you invitingly.

"Oh dear, Michael, you've got quite the problem there," says Charlotte. Before you can ask what she means, you feel your mother's hand on the erection tenting your jeans, as she feels the shape of your shaft beneath the clothing.

"What's the problem?" asks your dad from the front, without looking back.

"Michael's got a big hard-on," explains your mother, matter-of-factly. "It feels like it must be quite painful. I'd better do something about it."

Stunned, you hold your breath, waiting for your father - her husband - to respond. But all he does is nod, and keep staring at the road, as if Charlotte had said that she ran out of lipstick. Before you can think, you feel your mother's fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans, pulling down the fly, freeing your flagpole to stand tall before you.

"Yes, it's very big and hard, much larger than yours, dear," comments Charlotte to your dad casually, the hint of a smirk on her lips. "There's already precum leaking out of it. No time to waste!" She wraps her hands around your shaft, and begins stroking up and down. Taylor nestles her head on your shoulder, gleefully watching the show as your cock grows from your mother's ministrations. Soon it's too big for Charlotte to reach all the way around, precum dribbling onto her painted fingernails, as the sound of her hand jerking you off fills the car.

Taylor's slipped a hand down her shorts, openly rubbing herself in front of your mother. For her part, Charlotte's breathing has grown heavier, gasping inhalations followed by half-moan exhalations. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob, Michael?" she asks huskily. "Would that help your problem?"

You manage a nod. "Yes," supplies Taylor. "Suck his cock, Mom."

Charlotte gives the two of you a devilish smile, then unbuckles her seatbelt. The car _biiing_s unhappily, but falls silent as she slips into the footwell in front of her, swivelling around to kneel before you. Giving you one last, lustful look, she bends her neck and lowers her mouth over your cock. You gasp in exhilaration as you feel your mother's mouth on your manhood, her luscious blonde hair falling onto your knees. She stays there for a few seconds, sucking on it like a lollipop, before pulling back up, releasing your glans with a *pop*. She swirls her tongue around your head, teasing at your slit, then sinks her mouth back onto your shaft, taking you as deep as she can before you feel the back of her throat. She bobs up and down a few more times, sucking and licking as she goes.

"So much bigger than your father's," you hear her murmur, before she ups her pace. Your mother's head bobs up and down in your lap, exposing and then hiding your slick column. Her mouth feels incredible, her experience showing itself as her tongue works its magic even whilst she's in motion. The sloppy sounds fill the car, but your father doesn't react at all, and Taylor seems to be loving it.

"I'm going to cum," you eventually say hoarsely.

Charlotte lifts her head off your penis, her tongue lingering for a second before she releases you. "Cum in my mouth, darling," she pants, amber eyes dark with lust. She licks her glossy lips hungrily. "Fill up your mother like a good boy."

She pushes her lips back over your shaft, switching to slow movements of her mouth. Her tongue lazily caresses you, sliding back and forth along your length, and it's enough to push you over the edge. You hold tight onto Taylor as you're overcome by a massive orgasm, spurting huge loads straight into your mother's waiting throat. Your sister cums next to you, her shorts turning dark as she squirts on her fingers. You keep erupting, a barrage of hot white spunk which Charlotte loudly swallows, her lips sealed against your foreskin. You finally peter out, and your mom gets back into her seat, licking the inside of her cheeks as she devours the last of your load.

"That's my son," she says dreamily, nestling herself against you just like her daughter.

{else}sister, Charlotte, arrives home. She's wearing a fashionable white sheath dress, which shows off plenty of smooth thigh and sports a deep V-neck, giving a glimpse of her prodigious cleavage.{if@ Images==true}

{endif} If Taylor is your hot sister who all the guys at school have a crush on, Charlotte is your seductive sister who all the men at her work have a crush on. She sees you standing in the hallway, your arm around your sister's waist, and lets out a happy gasp of surprise, before pulling you into a kiss. Charlotte has always kissed you on the lips since you were a kid, which you never understood since she stopped doing it to Taylor when she was ten. It's not just pursed lips this time, though; she moves her lips against yours, humming into your mouth.

"Michael, you're finally back!" your oldest sister says, finally breaking the kiss, as she looks at you appraisingly. "Mmm, and you're just as hot as the last time I saw you."

"Charlotte!" you exclaim, glancing at your dad in horror, but he just smiles understandingly.

Charlotte's amber eyes sweep up and down your body, taking just a bit too long. "Yes, you definitely are," she smirks approvingly. "Those girls must be very glad to have you on their team."

The silence stretches out. Your big sis, the one who used to think you were a waste of space, is looking at you in a way you've seen other girls looking at you. Like you're a long, cool drink on a hot summer day. Like they want to jump on you and fuck themselves silly.

"We'd better go," you say eventually. "We need to get you settled into your new home."

The four of you pile into the family car. Your father drives, but Taylor and Charlotte insist on sitting either side of you in the back, a Abbott sister sandwich. You rest your hand on Taylor's bare, perfectly smooth thigh, and gazes at you unwaveringly, biting her lip lustfully. You slowly slide your hand up towards her short shorts, and your sister cups her breasts beneath her shirt, presenting them to you invitingly.

"Well well, what do we have here?" says Charlotte. Before you can ask what she means, you feel your sister's hand on the erection tenting your jeans, as she feels the shape of your shaft beneath the clothing.

"What's the problem?" asks your dad from the front, without looking back.

"Michael's got a big hard-on," explains your sister lustfully. "I can feel him throbbing. Must be quite painful, right Michael?. I'd better do something about it."

Stunned, you hold your breath, waiting for your father to respond. But all he does is nod, and keep staring at the road, as if Charlotte had said that she ran out of lipstick. Before you can think, you feel your sister's fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans, pulling down the fly, freeing your flagpole to stand tall before you.

"Fuck yes," breathes Charlotte. "I always thought you were packing, little bro. I bet you've already had a go, haven't you, Taylor?"

Your sister nods arousedly, openly groping her own tits.

"Figures," smirks Charlotte, tossing back her platinum hair. "Fortunately it looks like there's plenty of Michael to go around." With that, she wraps her hands around your shaft, and begins stroking up and down. Taylor nestles her head on your shoulder, gleefully watching the show as your cock grows from your oldest sister's ministrations. Soon it's too big for Charlotte to reach all the way around, precum dribbling onto her painted fingernails, as the sound of her hand jerking you off fills the car.

Taylor's slipped a hand down her shorts, openly rubbing herself in front of your father. For her part, Charlotte's breathing has grown heavier, gasping inhalations followed by half-moan exhalations. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob, Michael?" she asks huskily. "Would you like that?"

You manage a nod. "Yes," urges Taylor. "Suck his cock, sis."

Charlotte gives the two of you a devilish smile, then unbuckles her seatbelt. The car _biiing_s unhappily, but falls silent as she slips into the footwell in front of her, swivelling around to kneel before you. Giving you one last, lustful look, she bends her neck and lowers her mouth over your cock. You gasp in exhilaration as you feel your sister's mouth on your manhood, her luscious blonde hair falling onto your knees. She stays there for a few seconds, sucking on it like a lollipop, before pulling back up, releasing your glans with a *pop*. She swirls her tongue around your head, teasing at your slit, then sinks her mouth back onto your shaft, taking you as deep as she can before you feel the back of her throat. She keeps bobbing up and down, sucking and licking as she goes, doing incredible things with her tongue, fondling your balls with her free hand.

"I'm going to cum," you eventually say hoarsely.

Charlotte lifts her head off your penis, her tongue lingering for a second before she releases you. "Cum in my mouth, Michael," she pants, amber eyes dark with lust. She licks her glossy lips hungrily. "Be a good brother and fill up your sister with your batter."

She pushes her lips back over your shaft, switching to slow movements of her mouth. Her tongue lazily caresses you, sliding back and forth along your length, and it's enough to push you over the edge. You hold tight onto Taylor as you're overcome by a massive orgasm, spurting huge loads straight into your sister's waiting throat. Taylor cums next to you, her shorts turning dark as she squirts on her fingers. You keep erupting, a barrage of hot white spunk which Charlotte loudly swallows, her lips sealed against your foreskin. You finally peter out, and your oldest sibling gets back into her seat, licking the inside of her cheeks as she devours the last of your load.

"Such a good fucking brother," she says dreamily, nestling herself against you just like your other sister.{endif}{endif}