Making a Meal or Making a Mess?

You finally entered the kitchen now, cock hard as a rolling pin. You dragged a chair over to your sister and sat yourself down, Fareeha watching your approach with that knowing smirk. She let you take out her other breast, allowing you unfettered access and the fun of fondling her as was your God Given Right. Her milk dribbled over your knuckles as you pressed your palm against her swollen flesh.

“Mmm… don’t waste,” she sighed, taking hold of your wrist and pulling your hand off, but she kept hold of you, brought your fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean. Now you were the only one yet to taste your sister’s sweet milk so you dove in head first. It was sweet indeed, and warm and wrong. You opened your mouth and took in more of her stiff, spurting nipple and bathed your tongue with her delicious, runny cream. The softness of her breast against your cheek made you close your eyes and you almost wanted to settle in to her warm pillow and sleep while suckling, but Fareeha had other ideas.

Her hand dipped in past your waistband and she quickly found your hardness. She started pulling you with that easy stroke. “Can my little brother go again so fast?” Fareeha wondered teasingly. “How much cum is in those balls?” She extended her reach to cup your nuts, to give them a squeeze. Everything she did to your genitals with her silky smooth hand was driving you crazy. You kept focus on your current task though, of drinking up as much of her milk as you could. You were surprised at the continual supply that washed over your tongue. Your hands rested on her swollen belly. You almost felt bad, stealing your potential niece or nephew’s food, but put it out of your mind. Her tits were all yours until then. And your mother’s. She could share.

Your mother, bless her, had gone back to cooking. Once the strength returned to her legs she soldiered on in her distracted way. It was hard to ignore the sight of her pregnant daughter, hijab askew, jerking her horny son’s cock as he sucked on her tits, that decadent breastmilk dripping down his chin. She was already getting jealous again, but she wasn’t sure of who. Maybe both of you. The woman consoled herself in the piousness of her lovely children and kept making the meal as they made a meal out of each other.

“You’re so fucking hard, Ahyan,” Fareeha went on, firming her grip around you. “You liked watching Umi suck my tits did you? And how I fingered her wet pussy?” She just couldn’t shut up. She had a mouth on her. You wondered if your sister had always been this vocal during sex. What would she have screamed to her husband when he finally knocked her up? “Ohh this dick… this dick is so perfect,” she moaned now, stroking you needily with one hand, pressing your face into her boob with the other, gasping your hair. You were lost in a world of warm flesh, sweet tastes, seductive sounds and smooth fingers tightly caressing your erection. The smell of spices filled the air. “Umi!” you heard her call out. “Tell me what it’s like. What is it like when Ahyan prays with you like that? When he gives you his cock.”

“Fareeha I’m fixing the rice,” your mother said helplessly. But Fareeha always had a way of getting what she wanted from your mom.

“Tell me how it feels, Umi…” she demanded, sounding breathless. There was a moment of busy quiet. The simmering pans. The slicking of her fingers slathering your precum all over your shaft. Your soft slurping and swallowing.

“It feels… wonderful, of course, abnataya,” she told her sweet daughter. “Your brother he… he gets so hard. And his… his cock is so thick and hot…” There was a gulp and it wasn’t you drinking more milk. “He stretches my pussy like no man ever has. Makes me cum harder than … than anyone has ever made me cum. I cum so hard for him, Fareeha.” She was proud of that, confident in the knowledge that the better her climax the closer to Allah she was. “And when he cums inside me… when your brother claims me… his own mother… I feel a love I can’t describe. A holy feeling inside… ”

“Holy fuck, that’s hot!” your sister gasped, and suddenly she was pulling you up by your ears. You felt a bit light headed as you opened your eyes, the sensation like resurfacing from a pond. Fareeha was hungry for what she had fished up. “Come here!”

She yanked you off your chair and her lips were all over you. She tasted her milk off your tongue, off your chin. You tried to hold yourself up with one hand on the kitchen table, awkwardly bent at the waist, not wanting to put pressure on her belly. “I need you inside me,” she growled, pawing frantically at your clothes while also trying to kiss you over and over. She was barely able to stand not being in physical skin to skin contact with you for even a second. “Please… I need you inside me, Ahyan!”

“Oh goodness,” said your mother, hovering behind her, a spatula in hand. You found your bearings and kissed your sister back, a deep, longing, spit drenched kis, then pulled away and nodded.

“Let’s get on the floor,” you said, already helping her off her chair and getting rid of your pants completely. You proceeded to sit on the warm linoleum and your sister stepped over your legs, planting her feet on either side of you. You helped pull her dress up and she gathered the fabric in her hands, lifting it to reveal the lower half of her big belly, the shape of it reminding you of a giant egg, and then there was her clean shaved pussy beneath. Her lips literally drooled, a bead of her juices dangling by a stretching tether of wetness between her leg. When it dripped onto your bare cock you imagined it sizzlingly like oil on a hot pan. Your mother was there then, awkwardly trying to help Fareeha not topple over as she lowered herself onto you.

“Is this safe?” your mother asked, worried that anything too rough might be too much for her pregnant daughter to handle. She didn’t care that this was happening on the kitchen floor. Even if it was dirty (and she cleaned the floor thoroughly every day, thank you very much), that didn’t matter. Prayer could be done anywhere. When holy sex happened it automatically blessed any place it occurred in. Cleansed it, in a way. She just wanted to make sure Fareeha didn’t hurt herself, or you.

Nothing could hurt right now. Seeing your fertility goddess of a sister now seated in your lap made all aches melt away... her parted knees, her tits out, her modest coverings all pulled apart to show off her lewd, swollen features, her lips and chin shiny with drool and breastmilk. You barely registered her weight on your thighs. She grabbed the base of your cock and rolled her hips forward, the heat of her sex practically steaming against your taut skin. You had to work together to line your pole to her hole, her legs trembling a little from the effort. Your heat seeking head found her trickling wetness and without further hesitation she finally let herself sink down onto your cock.

“OHhhh fuuuuck yessssss…” she hissed, her cunt taking in the gravity of the situation, taking in your entire length in one smooth motion. She had been dripping wet for you since this morning. Since taking your cock down her throat and swallowing your cum like the obedient little Muslim cumslut that the Quran command her be. That she would happily embody. You felt the warmth and the weight of your sister, felt her holding you deep, your reunion finally complete. Well, very near complete. You were already getting close.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands, the crushing, squeezing wetness of Fareeha’s twitching channel making your brain fizz. You stroked the underside of her plump belly, then swept your hands onto her childbearing hips, resting your forearms on her thighs. “Ahyan… my little brother isn’t so little any more, are you?” she breathed, recovered enough from that initial insertion to lock eyes with you again. “You’re such a big boy now… my big dicked little brother. Mmm… Umi you were right.” She turned her head.

You almost didn’t notice that your mother was still there, kneeling behind your sister now and helping support her posture. Fareeha leaned back against your mom, her lips by her ear. “I’ve never been stretched like this…” she went on, slowly starting to rock her hips. “My brother’s dick… your son’s cock… it fills my pussy all up,” she kissed your mother’s blushing cheek, the older woman too shell shocked by the reality of the situation to move. Her son and daughter were fucking. “No wonder you pray so hard. Ohh...fuck… so hard…” she moaned, rocking with intention now, your cock barely ever out of her squelching pussy by more than a couple of inches. You wished you could form words but breathing was your main concern. Just the sight of this was literally taking your breath away. Her nipples were still leaking, creamy droplets forming around her brown nubs with each warm thrust.

Not warm. Boiling hot. Your sister’s pussy was degrees hotter than your mother’s, perhaps because of how much higher her biological machinery had to run right now. And her hormones made her so much wetter too. So wonderfully messier. “You’re so hard, akhi al-sagheer,” she complimented whole heartedly. “My little brother… you’re so hard… brother…so hard for me...” she moaned, the words almost doing more for her than your cock. She wanted to remind herself on every stroke that this cock belonged to her annoying little brother. “I’m gonna cum… brother… you’re making your sister cum!” she cried, her hand between her legs as she rocked against you. Her sopping wetness had your butt sticking to the floor, a sucking sound coming from every effort you made to thrust up into her. Into your sister. “Umi! I’m going to- AHAHHAAAAAA!!”

You kept your eyes pried open, saw Fareeha throw her head back, her nipples dribbling milk, your mother doing her best to be a solid wall for her writhing daughter to push against. You closed your eyes when you could take no more, feeling the crushing heat of your sister’s spasming cunt around your cock. Her legs trembled until the blistering jolts of her orgasm faded into a static hum. There was a quiet. Then you came. One last cock cinching clench from your sister’s stuffed cunt made you erupt and you gulped for air.

Fareeha’s breaths stuttered too, your sister getting the giggles, feeling your cock, buried deep inside her, throb. “Mmmhmhmhm… yesyes…” she whispered, each pulse painting heated seed on her walls, and you were painting and painting and painting her insides. The back of your head dropped onto the floor as your balls finally shot its final jet of jism up into her. Your toes tingled, the sensation travelling up your legs, begging you to fix the current circulation problem. The realisation of being pinned down by your pregnant sister, her pussy full of your cock and drowning in your sperm, made you not care so much about your legs going numb.

But then she did move, sliding back to ease off you. You felt her needy tunnel still clinging to your swollen inches until finally you were freed, and there was a splatter on the floor. “Umi…” your sister called out, though your mother wasn’t very far away at all. “Ahyan made a mess. You better clean it up.”