Last Moments and Goodbye For Nows

“There,” you said, handing Emma her phone.

She looked at the picture you’d just taken and groaned in her chest, licking her lips. “Fuck, I can’t post that.”

“Probably not for a while,” you chuckled.

The picture was her flushed, well-fucked cunt with your pearly white cum oozing out of her. That definitely didn’t fit into the next couple months of content planning. Creampies were a valuable escalation piece for content, especially if she billed it as her ‘first one’ even if it wasn’t true.

“You probably should have come on my stomach or back,” Emma said with a breathy chuckle, her eyes still glued to her phone. “That would have been usable.”

Your answer was to shift forward, the back of her thighs pressing against the front of yours, and you pushed your mostly-hard cock back into her. The extra lube of your cum made her slick as hell and she gulped and dropped her phone onto her chest as you bottomed out in her, then pulled all the way out.

“Jesus, John,” Emma gasped.

You pushed into her again, though this time the wet sound of a queef rippled out of her as some air pushed out of her gapey, sucking pussy from the pressure. The look on her face - horror, embarrassment, wanting to curl up and die - made you bite your laugh and lean forward to kiss her instead.

“It’s nothing,” you told her in between kisses. “It happens all the time.”

“Oh my God, my pussy farted,” she groaned, still embarrassed.

“It’s seriously OK,” you murmured, kissing her again before pulling back and running your fingers through her hair. “Especially after you’re already full of cum.”

“What are you trying to do, make sure I don’t lose any of it?” Emma asked, her expression slowly slipping back to her stoic standard as she raised an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip, asking me not to pull out of her again.

“No, or not specifically,” you smirked. “You just have a very pretty pussy, and we’ve got to call it quits but I wanted to feel you again.”

She groaned, her brow furrowing a little.

“I know,” you smirked.

“You realise that this isn’t fair,” she said. “You take my virginity-”

“Got tricked into that,” you murmured.

“-stole it. Ripped it away,” she smirked and teased. “And then you made me your little subby pet-”

“You’re not a pet,” you interrupted again.

“-your little bratty fucktoy-”

“Better,” you chuckled, making her smile a little.

“And now I have to go back to my old life for a whole week and a half before I move to college. That’s a whole week where I’m going to have to fantasize about my sister’s boyfriend’s cock fucking me like the little fucktoy cumslut sex pet I am.”

“Still not a pet,” you sighed, grinding your cock in her and dropping your lips to kiss her neck.

“Mark me,” she asked you softly. “Like you do Sabrina?”

You growled softly and kissed her again.

“Please, Sir?”

You took your lips from her neck and sighed, putting your forehead on hers and looking down into her eyes. “Emma, honey, if I gave you a hickey on your neck, what exactly would your parents' reaction be when they saw it as you come home from a weekend staying with Sabrina?”

That made Emma smirk and snort. “Yeah, that would be bad,” she said. Then she ran her fingers over her chest. “What about here?”

Now you sighed again and shook your head. “I think, for now, we shouldn’t do that,” you said. “Not because you aren’t a good, sexy little sub. Just because it’s something we should talk with Sabrina and Gemma about. OK?”

She pursed her lips and let out an annoyed breath through her nose, but nodded.

You finally pulled out of her and gave her one last kiss before you separated, but as she climbed off the bed your eyes followed her cute little butt and you sighed, grabbing her hand and spinning her as you knelt on the edge of the mattress. She let you pull her in and kiss her again, and she pressed her chest to yours and breathed deeply before you pulled back and ran a thumb over the edge of her jaw.

“Are you done, or do you want one more task?”

“I want one more task,” she said immediately.

“Clean your mess,” you ordered her.

She glanced down at your cummy cock and grinned, then dropped to her knees and got her mouth on it, starting to lick you clean.

Sabrina groaned, long and loud, as she hugged Emma tightly. “Oh my Gawd,” she said. “It was so good seeing you, sis.”

“You too, Sabrina,” Emma said, hugging her back. “And… thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Sabrina said, giving her another squeeze and kissing her sister on the cheek. It was still just a little funny that Emma had gotten taller than Sabrina and Katherine despite being the younger sister.

Your girlfriend waved you in and you wrapped them both up in a hug, and Emma pivoted a little to get her arm around you as well.

“Sorry for being a sneaky cunt,” she said quietly, looking up at you. “You didn’t steal my virginity, John. I tricked you into letting me give it to you.”

“I know, Emma,” you said. “Even if it was weird and wild, thanks for trusting me with that. I hope it’s a decision you’ll remember fondly.”

“Very fondly,” she smirked, just a little. “Sir.”

“What. A. Slut,” Sabrina snickered softly.

You were on the platform at the train station, her train already waiting as folks were boarding. Sabrina fussed over Emma a bit, making sure she had everything, making sure she would remember to pack stuff she would need for her first year at University. And then they were whispering and snickering some more, glancing at you, and you knew they were planning something.

And then they hugged, and Emma came and hugged you again, and then she boarded the train.

“What was that last bit?” you asked Sabrina as you took her hand and the two of you started walking back out of the station.

“Nothing,” Sabrina said with a smirk, knowing full well that you knew it was something.

“This is payback, isn’t it?” you sighed.

“What’s the Tommy story?”

You shrugged and made a zip motion over your lips, making Sabrina guffaw and yank on your arm. “Tell meeee.”

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