Hidden Sex

You walk around the counter and view Joya in a very unladylike position. Her dress is pulled up between her crotch as a cabinet door sits between her legs. Her hips glide back and forth against the door in a melodic pattern.

“Hello, miss,” Joya greets you with a smile.

“Hello,” you say, unsure what to do. You wonder how far you can push her. You decide to pretend to look for something from the cabinet she’s humping.

Across the way, Olivia plops down with Jessica and asks, “What were you watching?”

“Nothing!” Jessica yelps.

“Something you don’t want me to see?” Olivia probes, reaching for the laptop.

You bend down and explain, “I need some sugar.”

“Ok,” Joya responds.

She continues to grind above you, and you take this chance to caress her legs. “Don’t mind me,” you say as she shivers.

“Mmm, don’t worry. You’re just trying to find sugar,” Joya whimpers.

You hear Olivia say, “Oh, I’m feeling a little hot. I’ll go take a shower.” She then proceeds to leave. You hear the laptop open up and a few clicks from a mouse.

Your hand reaches up and gropes Joya’s plump ass. Her lacy underwear is already damp. “This might be more comfortable,” you tease as you grasp her panties.

“Wha,” Joya questions as you pull them up into a wedgy and into her crotch. “Ahn, yeah, that’s much better. Thank you.”

“What’s Jessica doing?” you ask.

“She is looking at her hn laptop.”

“I don’t want to get between you. Feel free to talk,” you encourage.

Joya bites her lips and nods. “Jessica, how is it?”

“Oh!” Jessica yips in surprise. “Yeah, it looks great.”

You call out to Jessica, “Why don’t you bring it over so she can watch?”

“What but?” Jessica stumbles.

“Is it something you’re worried about me seeing?” you tease like your sister. “Don’t worry, I’m looking for something.”

You hear Jessica get up and sit on a bar stool on the other side of the counter. You see her hand over one of the earpieces to her friend. “Good, right?” Jessica asks.

“Oh yeah, ahn, you can hmm see everything.”

“OH, umm. Ha, Yeah, you can hear it all too.”

As the girls talk, you pull Joya’s underwear rhythmically. Joya begins to bite her hand to keep from making too much noise. But based on the squelching from the other side of the cabinet, you don’t think she has to worry.

“Sounds like it’s interesting. Describe it for me,” you say mischievously.

“Oh, um?” Jessica stutters.

Joya pulls her hand from her mouth to help, but she stumbles over her words, “Oh, yEs~ I mean. I’m close. No, but mmmm. It’s a home video.”

“A home video?” you ask with a big smirk.

Jessica responds, “Oh yeah. Mom is. Oh wow. Uhggg. She’s washing a car. She’s all soapy and getting every crevice!”

“Ah yeah, she got a car when she turned 18. But we didn’t use it much,” you help. “She always liked to wear a bathing suit and wash it. I didn’t know you had a video.”

“Oh wow, I want to see!” Jessica exclaims.

“Aren’t you watching it now?” you ask with exaggerated confusion.

“Yeah. Fuck. Ah no, I meant I want to see more,” Jessica tries to explain.

Joya adds, “She’s washing it so unn vigorously. Using her ahh whole nnn bod~dy.”

“Yes, mom. Ohh! Scrub. Hng. Every, ahh. INNNCCHHEE,” Jessica moans. You hear the dripping of her cum hit the floor.

Not wanting Joya to miss out, you move your other hand to her clit and help her over the edge too. “Ahhh! Miss Squirter!” she yells as her legs shake and she lays her weight into the door. “Oh, yess. Did, hmmg. You find. Yes, yes, more. Oh, I mean what you’re looking ahhhhh. For?”

“No,” you say, standing up. Jessica yelps and smashes the laptop close, flinging her girl cum across the countertop.

“I better go check on your mom. She might be sick,” you say, waving your hand bye. “You girls have fun.”

“I think she’s busy,” Joya says.

You laugh, “Olivia always makes time for her little sister.”

Based on what the girls said, you guess your sister is in the bathroom. You open the door and hear the shower running. “I hear you’ve been putting on quite the show,” you joke as you enter.

“Ah! Fuck. Annabell, please. This app is so mean. I’m going insane, but I can’t cum!” your sister yells after you close the door. Her back is leaning against the wall while her legs are sprayed out, and her hand is deep in her pussy.

You strip slowly and suggestively, letting your sister eat your body with her eyes. “Oh, but you are on camera. What will your daughter think?”

“Sis. Please. AHH, ann, huff huff. Yoou kno. She’ll think. It’s hot,” Olivia responds with a husky voice.

“Ahh, your pussy is already wet. Maybe you’ve come already?” You tease, leaning close to your sister’s wet vagina.

“You’ve been naughty while I was holding back,” you say with a devious smirk.

“pleas, I ws, heping,” she speaks, drool running down her chin.

You touch your sister, and she instantly begins to shiver in orgasm. But you use True Denial.

“Ahh! Seriously?” Olivia questions you angrily.

Perhaps you went too far. Of all the functions, this one is the only one she has disliked openly. It’s fun to be able to trigger an orgasm whenever you want, but if Olivia doesn’t like it, you’ll hold back.

“Sorry,” you say, caressing your sister's cheek and pecking her lovingly.

“Ah, no, I’m just frustrated,” Olivia admits.

“No, I know it’s not a fun function. I do like being able to trigger an orgasm later, though,” you explain while continuing to cuddle lovingly.

“I get that, and it is hot. But not experiencing orgasm when I’ve been pushed so high is not hot. The thing I like about denial is getting released. But when I don’t.”

“Yeah, I won’t use it anymore,” you pledge.

You cuddle and kiss while the shower runs down your body. No one says anything. Eventually, Olivia pulls away. “We just need to decide together.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, looking deep into your sister’s eyes.

“Yes. If they are small orgasms, it’s not so bad, and we can use it to build me up more,” Olivia explains.

“Alright. We’ll decide together. I may have been overzealous with the app,” you say sheepishly.

“No, I love my dominant little sister,” Olivia says. When you are going to retort, she sticks her tongue down your throat, and you forget what you were going to say.