fullfilling Yoga

Sadie was already waiting when John walked into the gym.

She stood in the middle of the mats completely naked, hair tied up in a messy knot that left the nape of her neck and the sharp line of her shoulders bare. Leaner than her sisters, tighter through the waist, smaller tits that still sat high and soft, nipples already tight from the cool air. Her stomach was smooth and flat. Between her thighs her cunt was already visibly wet, inner lips slick and slightly parted, a thin gleam of arousal catching the overhead lights. No towel. No mat cover. Nothing but bare skin and that same shameless, hungry little smile.

“I read about nude yoga,”
she said, like it was the most reasonable request in the world.
“You’re supposed to do it with a partner the first few times so you don’t hurt yourself. Help me?”

John’s gaze dragged over her without hurry—soft tits, the faint ridges of her ribs when she breathed, the already glistening slit between her thighs—and he nodded once. He stripped the rest of the way without looking away from her. His cock hung heavy and half-hard, thick shaft and full balls swinging free as he stepped onto the mat.

“Show me the first pose.”

She started simple. Downward dog: ass high, spine long, knees soft. From behind he could see everything—the tight pucker of her asshole, the puffy, wet folds of her cunt hanging open, a single slow drip of slick already stretching toward the mat. He set his hands on her hips to “correct” her angle and let his cock rest along the cleft of her ass, the hot underside of the shaft dragging through her wetness. Sadie’s breath hitched. She pushed back a fraction, grinding that soaked slit along him.

Next, a deep lunge. Front knee bent, back leg stretched, chest open. He moved in front of her this time. When she folded forward over the front thigh her face came level with his cock. He didn’t even have to tell her. She opened her mouth and took the head, sucking sloppy and eager while he held her hips steady, saliva running down his shaft and dripping off his balls onto the mat. He let her work him for a dozen wet, noisy strokes before he pulled her off with a wet pop.

By the third pose she was on her back in a wide-legged forward fold, knees open, arms stretched past her head. Her cunt was fully exposed now, clit swollen, inner lips shiny and flushed dark. John stepped over her to “adjust” her hips.

His heavy, half-hard cock and balls swung freely. On the next breath he lowered himself just enough that the warm, soft weight of his balls dragged slowly across her forehead, her nose, her open mouth. Sadie’s tongue flicked out on pure instinct, licking a wet stripe over them, then sucking one into her mouth and rolling it with her tongue before he straightened again. A string of spit connected her lower lip to his sack.

Second adjustment. He stayed lower. The thick shaft slapped lightly against her cheek, then her lips. Sadie’s mouth opened wider, obedient and eager, and he let the head push inside for a few slow, shallow strokes while he kept her knees pressed open with his hands. He could feel her tongue working the underside, the wet heat of her throat trying to take more. Drool ran from the corners of her mouth down her chin and onto her collarbones. He fucked her face in short, controlled thrusts, watching her eyes water and her throat bulge, until her lips were swollen and shiny and his cock was glistening from root to tip.

There was never a fourth pose.

John hooked his hands under her thighs, shoved them toward her chest until she was folded almost in half, and sank his cock into her cunt in one long, brutal thrust. Sadie cried out—half shock, half pure relief—as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against her ass, the fat head punching against her cervix. She was tighter than she looked, hot and dripping, walls already fluttering around him. The yoga was forgotten. He fucked her like an animal on the training mat, deep and relentless, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the gym walls. Every stroke drove the air from her lungs. Every grind against her cervix made her eyes roll and her mouth fall open in a silent, broken moan.

He pulled almost all the way out so she could see the thick shaft, shiny with her cream, then slammed back in to the root. Her smaller tits bounced with the force. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her cunt clench. Slick poured out around his cock, soaking his balls and running down the crack of her ass onto the mat in a widening dark patch.

Sadie could only moan and nod, legs locked around him, heels digging into his back as she tried to pull him even deeper. Her cunt clenched and fluttered, already milking him in that same desperate rhythm her sisters had shown. He reached down and spread her open with his thumbs so he could watch himself disappear into her, the stretched pink rim gripping him on every withdrawal. He rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb in tight circles until she came the first time, screaming into his shoulder, pussy spasming so hard it almost pushed him out. He held her down and fucked her through it, forcing her to take every inch while she shook.

He lasted longer than he expected—fucking her through one orgasm, then a second that left her sobbing and dripping, thighs trembling. On the third he finally slammed home and came hard, flooding her in thick, pulsing ropes. He kept thrusting through it, forcing every spurt as deep as it would go, grinding against her cervix so the load had nowhere to go but further in. Excess started leaking out around his cock with every motion, white and thick, running down over her asshole and pooling on the mat between them.

When he finally stilled he stayed buried, breathing hard, feeling her walls twitch and flutter around the fresh load. He reached down and scooped some of the overflow with two fingers and pushed it back inside her, then fed the rest into her open mouth. Sadie sucked his fingers clean without being told, eyes glassy, throat working.

Sadie stared up at him, face flushed, lips parted and shiny, a dazed, blissful little smile spreading across her face. His cock was still inside her, slowly softening, a slow leak of mixed cum and slick seeping out around the base every time either of them shifted.

There would be no more yoga today.

Only the wet, sticky proof that her big (step)brother had finally stopped holding back.