The Angel's Hospitality

Three hours later, you rest between your sister's breasts, they are bared for you and they feel as soft as ever. She moans in her sleep while hugging you.

The first thing Lily did was washing you in a bathtub not much different from that in Amelia's chambers. The scene became maybe too similar when she started to brush your back, just as her sister did. But where Amelia was clumsy and inexperienced, Lily was thoroughly methodic. She left no spot unclean, no one, and she sang you a little manly song to cheer you up. Sometimes you really appreciate how she seems so willing to appear so unfeminine around you, she doesn't need to put and act of being a 'strong woman', she feels comfortable being soft and sweet. Why can't Amelia and Cassandra learn from that?

Rub by rub, she got closer and closer to your cock. "That spot is too sensitive for a sponge, I'm afraid. Only my hands would do."She said, still singing. Now, as you rest between her warm flesh, you can't help but notice how true that statement had been. Her hands were always so soft, so gentle. She caressed your cock with such care and love, one hand around the rod, the other centered in your balls. " Let's leave no spot unchecked." Even now, as she sleeps by your side, one of her hands still rest over your dick, to keep it warm.

It was inevitable, with your beautiful angel by your side, her hands being so gentle as they squish and rub... You got really really hard while looking at her deep eyes. "After such a turbulent night... You still have some desire left for your sister... Are you men really that insatiable or do you really love me that much?"

"I love you, Lily." You say without question.

Her smile seemed to shine like a northen star, to guide lost travelers through the sea. She is so beautiful. "I love you too Mark... I'm so sorry I couldn't keep our mom and sister from you, that I couldn't protect you."

"I think they just need love."

"What?" Her voice changes just a little.

"I think they are not evil... Just very sad... I think that... Maybe if someone treated them gently, if someone told them that it's ok to..."

"Mark, it says so much of you that you think that, but believe me: Nothing can be done for them. It's too late now." Before you could answer, her hands went just a bit faster on you, making you moan. "There, there... It seems something here is not letting you think properly... My poor brother, so gentle and kind." She jerked you, faster and faster. "Go on...release for me. A good boy needs to be all relaxed if he wants to have a good sleep... my good, big... boy..."

Her fingers became frantic in those last, chaotic moments. The bathtub seemed to be too small to contain all that horniness and water began to overflow the floor, as you released your white sticky liquid between her fingernails. Lily seemed to delight in it, her fingers became so gentle again, but never leaving your cock, as her smile never left her face. She asked you if you enjoyed that.

Of course you did. Even now that she is sleeping, her fingers move just a little over your cock, they move at the pace of her slow breath, the same breath you feel against your neck. Why can't she see that this tenderness is just what her mother and sister need? Could you do that for them? Could you show both of them that they deserve to be loved? They are too are your mother and sister.

After making sure that not a single drop of cum was left inside you, Lily insisted on going naked, since all her clothes were so wet and ruined. She nonchalantly removed all of her clothes before you, and of course catched your gaze on her rounded breasts. It only made her smile. She insisted too in bringing another of her glasses of milk for you, even if it wasn't the time for breakfast. It took you a while to drink it, since you weren't that hungry and Lily's milk is always so dense and strong. As always, she looks at you intensely as you drank and made sure that you gulped the last drop.

She carried you to her bed and surrounded you with her body and sheets, both so warm and cozy. When her hands touched your cock again, there was nothing needy or rough about it, just the natural place for a sister to rest her hands. She sleeps now and you hear her speak in her sleep. "Drink it, brother.... drink it all." Even in dreams she only things in your well being.

Why can't she do the same with your mother and sister?

Just as you fall sleep. You feel determined to prove to her that she is wrong in that regard. That there is still hope for the both of them. That they too deserve to be happy.