How to Cook Elf Sisters Donburi (10)
"Oh my, Estelle, to think... you've even come to resemble me in this spot."
"Mmph...♥ Mmph...♥"
Buried between his thighs, I couldn't even muster the strength to resist as I surrendered to my sister's caresses. Starting from the insides of my thighs, she slowly stroked upward, teasing my body into awakening.
This is... weird...
Her touch began like a gentle massage on my inner folds, or sometimes a ticklish whisper of sensation. But gradually, it slipped deeper into my slit. That cool, slithering chill crawling over me like a serpent left me utterly exposed and defenseless.
"Do you know why, Estelle? The clitoris is such a sensitive, delicate spot that stimulating it right away would only hurt. No fun in that."
Sister teased me mercilessly, rubbing around my pubic mound as if she knew every inch that made me squirm. Slowly, expertly, she coaxed my pleasure to life.
Wet logs don't catch fire easily. To make my body blaze with ecstasy, she was drying me out first—making me desperately vulnerable to sensation, taunting me until I burned.
This is... so weird...
The dull ache that started deep in my thighs sharpened into crystalline pleasure under her soft fingers. My body, rigid with tension, melted loose with every stroke.
Why... am I reacting like this to sister's touch...?
My parched crevice grew slick like moss after spring rain. In the relaxed hollows her languid caresses created, tiny buds of pleasure sprouted.
Before it gets any weirder, I have to end this madness...
I didn't want to, but following her lesson, I rubbed the cock filling my mouth against the soft insides of my cheeks.
Come on, cum already... Leon Sodus...!
I stroked the shaft that wouldn't fit all the way in. Turning my eyes from the unwanted pleasure assaulting me, I focused on sucking him off. Sister watched with a satisfied smile, petting me as if my efforts delighted her.
"Oh, Estelle... such a good girl. Our little cutie is so smart, huh? I just taught you, and you're already this skilled..."
One hand barely wrapped around its girth—this thick monster was a struggle even to contain in my mouth.
Disgusting... and weird... Why would anyone suck on something like this with a smile?
I'd worried a little seeing sister's slutty display while blowing him. What if sucking his cock changes me too? That fear felt foolish now.
Sucking his filthy thing brought no pleasure—just disgust at having it in my mouth, worry over its uncleanliness.
Hng... when will this end...?
Noticing my teary face as I held back sobs, sister cooed sweetly.
"You don't get it yet, do you? Why this feels good? Hehe, that's okay... sister will show you...♥"
She'd been teasing around my clit, but now she flicked the swollen bud poking out red and needy.
Hnngh...♥
My head was already spinning from servicing his cock, but sister kept piling on unwanted pleasure, shattering my focus.
"Ah, that last move? Only a 60. Shaking your hand so monotonously—Master will adapt quick."
By her standards, subpar service meant punishment.
"Kyat♥"
A sharp slap to my ass, then her thumb tormented my bud. She balanced pain and pleasure in exquisite ratio, blurring the line between them as she pressed down firmly. After each squeeze, she'd soothe the sticky mess of my arousal over my slit in slow circles, repeating the cycle.
This is wrong...♥ I shouldn't feel good from this...♥
Her stimulation threw off my rhythm on his cock. Barely holding a straight face, I clenched my teeth to stifle moans.
"Hng...♥ Slurp♥ *Smack♥* Please cum... I beg you...! *Smooch*"
Sister... stop tormenting me...♥
Terrified of my body adapting to these unknown waves of pleasure. I hated how the once-painful touches now felt almost lacking. And her intensifying strokes to match my complaints... I couldn't endure them anymore.
"That's it, Estelle! Shake irregularly like that, make those lewd faces. That last one? I'd give it an 80."
My scattered focus made my strokes erratic, but she praised it as progress.
I don't want praise like that from you, sister...
I spat out the cock and shot back at her.
"*Pwah* Who's making lewd faces...♥ Hnng...♥?!"
"Who? Look at yourself, Estelle...♥"
Lora sister pressed my head down, forcing me to see my face in the vanity mirror.
"See, Estelle? Every time you take Master's cock deep, your face gets so pretty and slutty...♥ Just that expression alone is over 80 points."
Like a squirrel stuffing its cheeks with fruit too big for its mouth, my face bulged stupidly around his glans.
How is this pretty...♥
"And you make such cute sounds too? Sound alone is a perfect 100!"
That's because you keep touching weird spots...♥ Hnng...♥
"Then, as a reward for our hardworking little sister... let sister give you something special♥"
Unlike punishment, she now tormented my pussy relentlessly. Tapping the plump slit hiding my clit sent vibrations thrilling through me.
"Hehe, Estelle. Now for something really good... sister will do it...♥"
"Sister? What're you—hnngaaah♥♥♥"
Lora sister rolled my clit with her tongue, lavishing it with affection. The wet, warm, slippery assault dwarfed her fingers—forcing incomparable ecstasy upon me.
She built tension, made me anticipate... then slammed home pleasure beyond expectation.
This... with sister...♥ No...♥
Stimulating my sensitive spots in time with my sucking, she synced pleasure to his cock.
Don't make this feel good... sister...♥
No causal link between sucking this man's dick and sister's bliss. Yet my stupid body ignored facts, adapting to the rhythm.
"Slurp♥ Schlop♥ Slurp♥"
Each invasion of my mouth sparked electric jolts. My disheveled reflection stared back from the mirror.
No... this isn't me...
I wanted to deny it, but the girl in the glass resembled sister—clinging to cock, ears quivering in delight, cheeks flushed, lips smacking as she serviced her man.
"Sister...♥ Haa...♥ Please stop...♥ We're sisters...♥ This is... incest...♥ Kyaaak...!"
"Quiet, Estelle. Focus on serving Master's cock, not petty nonsense!"
I didn't want to cum from her touch, but she kept pushing. I barely held back the violent pleasure. No way I'd climax from this depravity first.
Even as she petted my folds, sister cooed to Master in bubbly affection.
"Master♥ *Smooch* Estelle too, *slurp*, you'll make her feel good, *smack* right?♥"
"Of course. Watching you tease your sister was quite the show."
"Kyahaha♥ Thank you♥"
Leaning to my ear as I sucked, her voice dripped envy and excitement.
"Our Estelle is so lucky♥ Master says he'll finish in your mouth real nice♥"
Hand on my belly, she purred stickily.
"Promise to swallow every drop of Master's baby batter? Show him your virgin orgasm face while drinking cum!"
"That's♥ utter nonsense♥ delusion♥ sister♥..."
Listening to us, he smirked like a smug gigolo.
"Hng...♥ What's so funny... Master...?"
"It's hilarious. You're about to take my load in your mouth and feel the ultimate pleasure."
"...Hmph."
Cumming from cocksucking? Peak pervert fantasy. Sister was broken—her mindset twisted beyond repair.
But I wouldn't give up. For my precious, beloved sister... I could endure servicing this revolting man.
Once he cums... this nightmare ends...
Steeling myself, I prepped my "happy cum" act.
Fake an orgasm? Start with moans... too loud might seem off...?
...It took no time to realize the act was pointless.
"Haa...! Aaah...! Aaaah...!♥♥♥"
What... is this...?
Stimulation that should disgust now felt divinely sweet. Like sipping world tree sap? The nectar gods drink?
I should hate this...♥ But it makes me so happy♥
Incomprehensibly blissful. Gulping the flood filling my mouth felt criminal. His endless load thrilled me—enough to match every swallow.
"Gulp♥ Smack♥ Gulp♥"
As semen slid down my throat, its aroma wafting through my sinuses was intoxicatingly fragrant. Relief, trust, joy, belonging... a cocktail of positivity bloomed in my heart.
I had to hold onto anger... desperately recall reasons, or it'd all evaporate.
Why hate this man again?
Die, die, die...
My inner curses rang hollow, echoes not convictions. Like thin wrapping paper, ready to scatter in the breeze. I clung desperately to fading resentment.
Never submit to pleasure. He brainwashed sister with this vile trick... can't let him get me too...♥
Growing accustomed to Master's—sister's Master's—bliss would make resisting easier later.
So for now... enjoy it fully...♥
Fishy, weird, sticky fluid. Why so delicious? Beyond taste—profound satisfaction.
Odd pride in making him cum startled me.
Get a grip, Estelle... He's not your Master. He's the enemy...
"Smack♥ Smooch♥ Lick♥"
Unconsciously, I milked him naturally as sister taught.
Head-spinning, coppery-weird taste...♥ This is what broke sister...♥
Each swallow dumbed my mind, simplifying thoughts refreshingly. Complicated situation...?
Me. Swallowing cum. Feeling happy...?
Eh? Then... keep swallowing?
"Smack...♥ Lick♥ Smooch♥"
I squeezed the shaft, slurping every last drop.
Sated and savoring, sister poked my back, whispering.
"Estelle, you forgot your thanks."
Mind fuzzy, floating, I parroted her words dreamily.
"Th-thank you... for using my mouth... pussy...♥?"
"Such a proud little sister...♥"
She kissed my forehead, then stole a taste from my trembling lips.
"Mmm...♥"
Soft breath, sister's tongue, loving gaze. Her affection enveloped me again.
Not the form I wanted... yet my heart swelled with relief and joy.
This is wrong...♥ Haa...♥
After a breathless French kiss, she hugged me tight.
"Sleep together like old times? Estelle?"
Beaming with pride, her long-lost smile shook me.
I wanted the old sister back...♥ but this one felt a little... nice.
"Yeah, sister...♥"
My first service done amid tension and thrill, I melted into her warm embrace, releasing all strain. Pleasure-overloaded mind shut down like a powered-off machine into sleep.
Slave life... might be okay...♥
The next morning, I tormented the innocent blanket, desperately trying to forget yesterday's memories.