Repaying Her Handjob with an Orgasm
Gazing at her snow-white thighs now glazed over with my cum, I let the afterglow of my release wash over me.
My sister-in-law, who had been nestled against my chest, pulled her hand away from my cock and stared down at the mess smeared across her thighs and fingers.
“How was it?”
“It’s all sticky… Way more than earlier…”
“Aha.”
Was she talking about what happened in the bathroom? Well, even if she'd swallowed everything, there would have been some left coating her mouth. She couldn't exactly leave it lingering there, all gross, so she'd been rinsing her mouth out while committing it all to memory?
My dear sister-in-law, you're really growing up…
“Are you going to leave me like this, all sticky?”
“…Ah, well.”
She glanced around the room, apparently hunting for a tissue or something to wipe the cum off her hand. Unfortunately, there wasn't a tissue in sight—no wet wipes either.
Because I used them all up last night, with her as my side dish.
“The mood is this good and leaving your seat would be a shame. Why not just lick it off instead?”
“L-lick it off? You don't mean…”
“I do.”
I gave a small nod and brushed my thumb across her lips. She flinched, hesitated for a moment—and then brought her cum-stained hand up to her mouth.
Oh. She's actually doing it?
I couldn't help but marvel at her rapid progress. Her robe was hanging wide open, and I never imagined she'd actually suck it clean just because I told her to.
“Chuu… Slurp…”
She licked the cum off her hand in the most wanton, vulgar way imaginable. She got it nice and clean, but her saliva left everything glistening—sticky in an entirely different sense now.
God, that's hot.
Watching her was getting me worked up all over again. I'd just come, but the boiling lust in my veins was bringing my cock back to life, twitching and swelling. Every single one of her movements was a turn-on.
The more I looked at her, the more terrifying she became…
“You hated it so much earlier, but this time you swallowed it all on your own.”
“…That's because I—I wanted to make up for it, somehow…”
“I see.”
Make up for it. The magic word that can justify anything. Did she really want to make amends? Could a person really change that much over something so small?
At least as far as I was concerned, no way.
“So, um… Is that it, then…? Are we done now…?”
“Sorry, what?”
What was she on about all of a sudden? Did she not see my partner over here, aching with need?
“We're not done yet?”
“Uh, um… We're… not?”
“As you can see, he's still in perfectly fine shape down here.”
When I tilted my head down toward my partner and gestured, she laid eyes on it and gasped, utterly flustered.
“Y-you've already gone twice… How is that even poss…ible…?”
“How many times did you go with that man?”
“O-obviously just once…”
“As you well know, sister-in-law, I'm thicker and harder than your husband. Even setting that aside, my physique and technique are on another level—so how exactly is a side-by-side comparison supposed to hold up?”
Comparing me to a man too small and too weak to manage more than three times in six years…
That's a little insulting, honestly.
“…Ah—s-sorry.”
“Being compared to a man like that kind of hurts my feelings.”
Muttering this with a wounded look on my face, I slowly withdrew the hand that had been kneading her breast. Two disappointments in a row. My desire to hold her a second time… let alone a third… was rapidly evaporating.
“Well then, shall we call it here?”
“……Uh, yes? But…”
She darted a glance toward my partner—eyes that clearly said, weren't you the one saying you wanted more?
“You don't exactly seem eager to continue either, sister-in-law. And I'd say you've more or less made up for things by now.”
“……”
“I thought we'd get to enjoy ourselves longer. What a shame to end it here. Truly a shame.”
I was just about to rise from my seat, sighing over the missed finale, when suddenly she grabbed my hand, swallowed hard, and looked up at me.
“Wh-what should I do…?”
“About what?”
“To—to help you feel good…. H-how do I finish this properly…?”
She'd grabbed onto me with the air of someone ready to do absolutely anything. Watching her—clearly aware of her position and predicament now, growing little by little—I let out a triumphant cheer inside.
“Th-the truth is, I'm a little…”
“A little…?”
“……”
She'd started to say something and then trailed off, cheeks flushing red, squirming her lower half in embarrassment. Wondering what was wrong with her, I let my gaze drift downward—and well, what do you know?
The upper edge of her panties was visibly damp.
Slick…
I swallowed and brought my hand down over the fabric. Just as I expected—her juices had soaked through, leaving that unmistakable slick, tacky feeling against my fingers.
“Nnh…”
“You're soaked. And quite thoroughly at that.”
“That's because you kept touching me, and kissing me, and…. My body just kept getting hotter and hotter…”
She murmured it as though she wanted relief from this feverish feeling. But I knew full well what it really was, and I feigned ignorance, responding with studied indifference.
“So what exactly do you want me to do about it?”
“…Th-that's…”
“Say it clearly, with your own mouth, sister-in-law. What is it you want done to you.”
I caressed her slowly through her underwear, rubbing lightly, then letting my fingertip dip in—not quite in, not quite out—deliberately driving her crazy with need.
“Hh, nnh…. C-come on, just…”
“Just what, exactly?”
“Nnh.”
She was getting off on even this light teasing, thighs pressed together. Finally, the woman who'd been at a complete loss opened her mouth.
“Please…. t-touch my… down there… a little more…”
“Down there? What I'm touching right now isn't that, is it?”
“……”
“…P.”
“Sorry?”
“…M-my… pussy…. Nnh…. Please rub it… with your fingers…”
She'd spoken the word she found so crude and embarrassing, out loud, with her own lips—declared it herself. Touch me, fondle my pussy, and relieve this burning feeling for me—that was her request.
Slick, slick… slick, slick…
I didn't stop stroking her through the dampening fabric. And as I did, I recalled something she'd once said to me—and threw it right back at her.
“Something like this? You could easily do it yourself, you know. You don't need me for it.”
She wasn't a child—rubbing one out alone was more than within her abilities.
“B-but…. D-doing it myself isn't…. it's better when s-someone does it f-for you…. Hhaah…!”
“Being touched by someone else feels better, huh. What an incurable pervert you are.”
I grabbed her breast again, the one I'd briefly released, then leaned into the nape of her neck—inhaling her scent before latching my lips onto it, sucking softly.
“Hah, nnh. Hhaaang…”
Already flushed with heat, she was left helpless by the pleasure flooding in, and she slumped against me, surrendering her body entirely.
Well then…
She was wet enough by now. Time to stop torturing her.
Slowly…
When I eased her panties aside, her gaping pussy was laid bare. And judging by the obscene amount of slick arousal coating her lips, she'd been enjoying herself far more than she let on.
Haah. She's so fucking hot…
Shlick—!
I teased her slit with two fingers—middle and ring—then plunged them deep inside. There was more than enough lubrication, and they slid in effortlessly.
“O-ohh! Hoht, ohho…!”
My sister-in-law trembled violently, letting out the most debauched sounds. To moan like that from mere insertion—she truly was a hopeless little pervert.
Squelch, squelch, squelch♥
I stirred the inside of her cunt lightly while my thumb found her clit, working her from both sides at once. And those firm, springy breasts of hers—
It'd be a shame to leave those out, wouldn't it…!
“Ah, ah…. Nnh, aahh…. Aaang…”
I savored her lewd moans as I fingered her, and every time I did, her walls clamped down on my fingers so hard it told me exactly how good it felt. That greedy grip was something else.
“How is it? So good that comparing me to your husband would be an insult?”
“Nnh…. Some-something more…. Hah…. Ohh, ohh!?”
I drove my fingers in even deeper, hard enough to graze the entrance of her womb, scraping her inner walls faster and faster while kneading her breasts. Her nipples were ripe to the point of begging to be bitten.
Fruit loses its flavor when it gets too ripe—better to eat it soon, then.
“Sluurp… Mmn…!”
“W-wait…. Nnh, ohh…. Some-something's…. Ohh…!”
I could feel her trembling growing more intense by the second. She was getting close to her limit.
“Don't hold back. Holding it in is bad for you.”
“Ugh, uhhn…. Uuungh…!”
Afraid of that sensation boiling up from deep inside her, like something about to burst, she bit down hard on her lip and endured. Without stopping my ministrations across her whole body, I brought my lips gently to her ear and murmured a single word.
“Come.”
“Wh-eh, ah?”
“I said come.”
“…!?”
She stared at me, bewildered, as if I'd said something absurd. So I repeated the command in a voice that dripped honey—and the trembling in her body stopped dead. Every muscle went rigid.
“Ah, ah, aaahh…. U-uh, nng—aaAAAH……♥♥”
And then, at last, all that pent-up pleasure detonated.
Her legs splayed stiff and straight, her head thrown back, she came with a full-throated cry—her cunt clamping down on my fingers hard enough to nearly crush them as the orgasm ripped through her.
Really, she's hopelessly adorable, isn't she?