Cum Drunk: Sibling Bath Time

Isaac hauled you off the bed by your hair, your cum-stuffed cunt dribbling his seed onto the carpet as he dragged you down the hallway. Your knees scraped the hardwood, tears streaming down your face, but your pussy pulsed, betraying you with every whimper. The bathroom tiles were cold against your bare skin as he **** you onto your hands and knees in front of the toilet.

“Lick. It. Clean,” he snarled, shoving your face into the bowl. The acrid stench of urine and stale water burned your nostrils, your reflection staring back—mascara smeared, lips swollen, cum matted in your hair. You gagged, but Isaac’s foot pressed down on the back of your neck. “You wanted my load? Swallow the rest.”

You lapped weakly at the filthy water, humiliation burning hotter than the curse. Behind you, the bathtub faucet roared to life. Isaac stepped over you, his cock already half-hard, and tossed a rubber duck onto the rising water. “Get in,” he ordered.

The water was scalding, but you obeyed, your trembling body sinking into the tub. Isaac followed, his muscular frame crowding you against the porcelain. His hands parted your thighs, exposing your gaping cunt—your cervix still slightly open, his cum oozing out in milky tendrils that clouded the water.

“Time to rinse you out,” he sneered, lining up his cock.

The Bath Fuck

Isaac’s cock speared your waterlogged cunt, the bath sloshing violently as he bottomed out. The heat amplified the stretch, your walls clamping down reflexively, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every thrust. Water splashed over the edge, soaking the floor, as Isaac fucked you with piston-like precision.

“Look at you,” he grunted, yanking your head back by your hair. “Cum-drunk whore… begging for her brother’s bastard.”

Your breasts floated on the water’s surface, nipples pebbled and raw, as Isaac’s free hand groped them roughly. His thumb pinched your left nipple, twisting until you screamed, the pain-pleasure blurring into a white-hot haze. Underwater, his cock felt thicker, the pressure relentless, his balls slapping your ass with each thrust.

“Gonna pump you full… again,” he hissed, his breath hot in your ear. “Let the water carry it deep.”

You came first, your cunt spasming, urine and arousal jetting into the bath. Isaac followed, his roar echoing off the tiles as he flooded your womb, his cum mixing with the water in a cloudy swirl. He held you under as he finished, your legs thrashing, until your lungs burned and your vision darkened.

The Aftermath

Isaac pulled you up, gasping and coughing, your body limp against his chest. His cum seeped out of you, drifting in the water like gossamer threads. Your stomach bulged faintly, your womb cramping as it tried to retain his seed.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, squeezing your throat. “Even the tub’s too good for you.” He stood abruptly, water cascading off his body, and tossed you a loofah. “Scrub your filth off. We’re not done.”

The curse’s timer flickered—27 hours left.