Looking for Trish

-Mmm...- You groan happily, lying comfortably on the sofa. No matter how you attempt to deny it: it feels great to break down boys' hearts, especially knowing that, if you just went to his room and played some more, he would fall at your feet again; and that, even if he now curses your name and hate your guts, he just went to jerk off thinking about you. He's so easy, males are so easy, and you are their goddess. Life will be much easier from now on.

With this knowledge, you fondle your tits and your nipples through your shirt, enjoying thrills of pleasure sent down your bones. The anatomy of women's pleasure is still a delightful mystery. You spread your legs, rubbing your naked crotch on the couch. Ah... It's so smooth. So good. But you have to stop, you don't know when Trish will return. Actually, it's been a while since she went to the restroom. That woman is hiding something, you know for sure: better check it's nothing dangerous for you. So you get up and start wandering around the house, which you discover to be more lavish than yours. With your new powers, you think, you could take it over and make it yours; hell, you could make everyone's residence yours. At a certain point, you hear water flowing, like a shower. You come closer to an open door and you peek inside.

"Holy...!".

She's really taking a shower! And... those grunts... no way, is she pleasuring herself?

You feel Kim's heart thumping in your chest and your pussy getting wet. This situation is too unreal to be true. There's a Latina MILF doing such lewd things in the bathtub right in front of you that has no clue you are spying on her, and even if she found out you wouldn't be the one in trouble, but Kim; no, that's not true, you would be that one as Kim, because you are Kim, and Kim is the one who is now, ah~, fingering her own vagina and biting her own finger to suppress her pervy moans.

"F-Fuck! This is so hot! I'm about to-

-Ah!!!- Trish suddenly yells, and you shit yourself fearing you've been noticed. Instead, Trish distends inside the tub, clenching her teeth and clutching her side with her right. A back strain? She really seems in pain. Shit, what if Danny comes down? You've got no other choice but to help her by yourself, thus you take a step in.

-Do you need help?- You ask, actually a bit worried.

-Kim! Oh thank God, I think I broke my spine! Please, help me!-.

You get closer, stopping by her with your mouth agape. She's in her nude glory, moistened, her body is erotically shivering for the agony. Her shaved bush, her plump tits, it's all there, under your eyes. You hesitantly grab her trembling hand and bend over, trying to get her up. Instead, you lose your balance and slip forward, your face sinks between two soft pillows, and your body is now pressed onto a larger, soaked one. The siphon has fallen on your hip, which is getting wet quickly. A palm is laying on your butt, two actually, but only the first being yours.

You manage to raise your eyes enough to look, through your brown locks, at Trish's face, which is now pointing at you. She is speechless, floored, and you both stay still for maybe ten seconds, maybe a minute. Then you lift yourself, covering her, and her hand slides down your ass. She keeps the gaze, mesmerized, as much as you are. You feel her fingers grasp your head and next your lips are tasting a pleasant strawberry flavor. Your tongues tangle between your mouths, your make-out growing fast and wild. You both stand up and she helps you take off your soggy clothes, and finally you are both naked, facing each other. Then you meet anew.

For the second time this morning, you're kissing a mature woman, and your sister's body reacts once again with an extended, erogenous tingling all over your skin. Her dainty fingers flow on your back, your bosom, your cunt, expertly stimulating your most sensitive points; compared to your mom, she acts like it's not her first time with a woman. And this also applies to you. She makes you sit on the corner of the tub and, seeing that she is holding the siphon still on, you instinctively spread your legs, locking your knees with your hands. You're still kissing and being molested when you feel the rush of the water damp your slit; perhaps the strains that your fragile body has undergone in the last hours have made you hyper-sensitive, but the pleasure is immediately unbearable.

-Aah!! Ahh!!!- The orgasm hits you mercilessly, exactly as Trish's indifference in continuing her work. She giggles and widens your labia, in order to hit you with as much water as possible. You scream, you beg, you cry, but it lasts another five minutes.

In the end, cruelly, you're left to recover, while she peers at you from above, revealing a sincere but somehow treacherous grin. She has no problem standing and flexing her back.

Still heavy breathing, your attention half captured by the mounds inflating and deflating on your chest, you manage to babble: -W-Why?-.