Isekai Milf Story - General Store Edition (27)
Sunday morning had arrived.
"Mm..."
Sounds of wagons rumbling outside, as if goods were being moved, mingled with people's voices and the chirping of birds.
Too lazy to get up, I kept my eyes closed and shifted my body to find a better position, but something warm pressed against my lower half. Focusing on the unfamiliar sensation with my eyes still shut, I felt fingers gently stroking my shaft.
Cecilia must have slipped her hand inside my pajamas and was fiddling with my dick.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I turned my head and sure enough, Cecilia was already awake. We were face-to-face, so our eyes met, and we exchanged our usual morning greetings.
"Raoul. Good morning."
"Good morning to you too, Cecilia. Mm..."
Stroke, stroke... I trailed off a bit, responding to the pleasant stimulation. By now, I was used to this sweet intimacy—no more pretending to be flustered. I just lay there, letting her have her way with me.
As we kept gazing at each other while lying down, she gave me a soft smile. Unlike her seductive vixen side at night, her eyes brimmed with maternal affection right now. The way she caressed my dick felt just like soothing a child's belly.
No. Why the hell is this turning me on?
"Oh♥"
As my half-hard dick swelled in her hand from the stimulation, Cecilia let out a sweet sound, savoring the sensation. My sleepiness vanished in an instant. Even fully erect now, she kept up the same teasing pace, humming contentedly through her nose.
It was agonizingly good— I wanted to blow a load right away—but she didn't ramp it up. Normally, if I just lay back, she'd suck me off or spread her pussy herself. But with our sex life so fulfilling lately, maybe she had the leisure for teasing? Lately, she seemed hooked on my demands too, watching me with that itchy expression, waiting for me to say something.
Infuriating, but she was too damn pretty to complain.
"Cecilia."
"Yes?"
"Are you... thirsty by any chance?"
I phrased it cutely, and she smirked with a lewd glint in her eye.
"Come to think of it, I sweated a lot last night... Yeah, my throat's a bit dry..."
She licked her dry lips, gently fondling my balls as she spoke. Then she threw off the blanket and crawled between my legs.
She lay flat on her stomach, stretching out comfortably, draping her arms over my thighs and wrapping her hands around the inner sides to hold her position steady. Expertly using her teeth to peel back the skin, she engulfed the head with an ahn.
Was she purely after the milk? She focused solely on the glans, sucking intently without messing around elsewhere—easy cleanup, no sloppy saliva everywhere.
Ah, feels so good. That tingling pleasure building up.
At night, we held back more often to avoid Eli hearing, but once hooked on sex, those boundaries blurred. Doggy style? She'd bite the pillow cutely to muffle her moans. Missionary? We'd press our sticky bodies together, kissing deeply as she eagerly tangled her tongue with mine, swallowing the drool.
Even stifling ourselves like that, if Eli's door creaked open at night, it became an extra thrill—she'd clamp down tight on my dick and freeze.
Wait. Didn't we fuck last night and pass out right after? I shot a massive load, so if she didn't clean up inside...
I lifted my head slightly to check, but Cecilia just wore her usual slutty expression, mouth working away like nothing was amiss.
Slurp. Suck... Hng... Heh♥
She sucked the glans like it was candy, savoring it. I felt her tongue dip under the ridge, then she shuddered briefly before licking upward, cleaning every nook and cranny.
Sluuuurp♥ Gulp. Mmm... Slurp. Smooch.
Her blissful face was a little scary... but whatever, I'll pretend not to notice. Not my kink anyway. As long as she's into it.
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After blowing that refreshing load, I headed to the living room to wait. Eli came in yawning, her face damp from washing up, stretching as she entered.
"Yaaawn~. Oh, Raoul. Good morning."
"Yeah. Morning, sis."
"We're eating breakfast today, right? Did Mom say anything about errands?"
"Probably not... I mentioned it yesterday..."
"Cool."
Eli flashed a bright smile at me. We chatted a bit before breakfast.
For the record, Eli couldn't wear her usual tight outfits in front of Cecilia anymore. Her camisole was loose enough, and with her pants size up, they hugged her bare legs and ass line like shorts.
Still eye candy, of course. I'd seen Cecilia pull Eli aside in the kitchen recently, quietly scolding her about modesty. There's a boy in the house now—dress a bit more demurely. Total hypocrite.
And that day, Cecilia's skirt was no-panties while lecturing. She was in full seduction mode back then, trying to awaken my inner stud.
Eli nodded along, but her face soured a bit when she turned away, muttering as she headed to her room. Puberty hitting hard, maybe.
After eating and resting a little, I knocked on Eli's door.
At her come in, I opened it but froze mid-step, staring at sis.
Worlds apart from earlier. Top half: a tank top with a bit of underboob space—either small-sized or cropped, exposing her cute navel. Deeper cleavage than usual showed her collarbone and gathered tits. Her waist was surprisingly slim, no excess flab.
Not as thicc as Cecilia, but I figured Eli's ass meant some hip meat—turns out no. She'd always been slender, but sitting for art probably funneled it all to her butt and thighs.
Whatever—smokeshow body. Bottom: dolphin shorts, tight like hotpants. Crotch clung so much, it tricked the eye into seeing cameltoe. Panties underneath, sure.
Armpits, navel, bare legs—all that vibrant peach skin exposed raw. I swallowed hard.
"Whoa..."
Staring dumbly at her sexy getup, Eli blinked her big eyes at me.
"What's up?"
"Oh, just... different outfit today..."
"Hehe... Light and comfy's best for drawing, right? Easier to sketch too. So... whaddya think?"
"Whaddya mean?"
She raised her arms cutely, fingers half-curled, twisting her hips playfully, waiting for my verdict.
"Dunno exactly, but... suits you perfectly. And..."
"...And?"
"Mm. Nah, nothing."
"...Hng."
I shyly looked away on purpose, but she didn't seem displeased.
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Formally, we sketched each other—she drew me first, setting her easel at an angle so I could see her, rubbing her bare legs suggestively. Not very productive.
"Not taking the top off today?"
"Oh, uh... now that I think about it, feels kinda embarrassing. Sorry."
"Nah, it's fine. Just curious."
I mumbled honestly, and she tilted her head back, saying it was okay. As she resumed drawing, her cheeks flushed—chewing over my words. Not that I'd forgotten; I meant it.
This hint should suffice. Linking my initial innocence to now? Anyone'd see I'd started viewing her as a woman since yesterday.
Realizing that, Eli squirmed happily, giggling.
"Sheesh... no need to be shy about it tho..."
Soon, she stopped drawing me, flipped the canvas without showing it.
"Okay... my turn. Short break first?"
"Sure, sis."
Sitting still made me stiff, so I stretched. Break over, Eli sat on the central round stool.
"Hmm..."
Pondering a pose, she peeked at me, gauging my gaze. I dipped my head but eyed her legs intently. She almost spread them toward me, blushed at the excess, and clamped shut.
After a moment, she sat diagonally, thrust her ass out, hunched her shoulders. Hands on thighs gathered her tits enticingly. Like a sultry cheerleader. Firm ass and thigh meat squished against the chair, stirring dirty thoughts.
Gulp...
I audibly swallowed, scanning her body. Satisfied, she purred sweetly, smirking. Her ass flesh quivered slightly—thrilled at exposing herself to me.
Blushing, I slowly started sketching her. We savored our little game, me eyeing her hot bod, her basking in my lustful stare.
Midway, I ogled her ass outright. She noticed, tempted to shift—then remembered: no moving for the sketch. Only pencil scratches filled the room, so she pouted.
Sis hated this rigidity. We'd always sketched 20+ minutes before, no posing like a photoshoot on whims.
"Mm..."
Patience gone, Eli proposed an alternative.
"Raoul. Wanna try something different?"
"Different?"
"Yeah. It's called croquis..."
Relaxing, she explained: quick sketching to capture poses fast, honing anatomy grasp. Essential in modern commercial art for dynamic characters—especially arousing ones with motion.
"Lotsa poses. You'd like it too."
"Sounds good. Time limits?"
"Hmm, can't measure each... I'll handle it?"
"Got it."
I nodded, and she licked her lips, easing into another pose. Unaware, her emerging female allure grew hornily seductive. Thrusting her ass at me, she upped the ante.