Alright, so it all started when Mark, being the usual internet-obsessed dude he is, called me over, all excited. “Dude, you gotta see this,” he says, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. Was it another stupid meme? A cat video gone viral? Honestly, with Mark, it could be anything. I slumped onto his couch, phone in hand, ready to zone out, but he shoved his laptop right in front of my face.
“Check this out,” he repeats, that same goofy grin plastered across his face. And that’s when I saw it. The website. Something about “Pleasure Palace” and a whole bunch of… well, let’s just say suggestive images. I raised an eyebrow, ready to make some sarcastic comment, when Mark points, his finger practically jabbing the screen. “Dude, is that your sister?”
My blood turned to ice water. Was he serious? My sister? On this kind of website? I squinted at the picture, my heart suddenly doing a frantic drum solo in my chest. And yeah, it was her. Daisy. My Daisy. How could it be? The girl who still called Mom every Sunday, the one who baked those terrible, rock-hard cookies every Christmas? That Daisy?
The profile name was just “Daisy,” simple and unassuming, yet everything else screamed the opposite. “Daisy – Sweet, submissive, and ready to please. Available for outcalls only. $300/hour, $800/overnight.” Seriously? Submissive? Daisy? The girl who argued with Dad about politics until he practically turned blue? My head was spinning. Three hundred dollars an hour? Eight hundred for the night? Was this some kind of sick joke? My sister… selling herself? It felt like a punch to the gut.
I forced myself to scroll down, my fingers clumsy and shaking. More pictures. And these weren’t your average selfies. Topless shots, her breasts barely hidden by her own hands. The lighting was all soft and seductive, like something out of a movie, but it was Daisy. No doubt about it. She was posed in a way I’d never seen her before, all curves and come-hither glances, yet… there was something else there too. A vulnerability in her eyes, a faint sadness that twisted my stomach into knots. I felt a disgusting mix of things churning inside me – protectiveness, confusion, and, yeah, I’m ashamed to admit it, a flicker of something… else. Something I really didn’t want to acknowledge. Why did she have to look so… good? And why was my brain even going there?
Then came the “Details” section. I swear, my breath hitched in my throat. “I love pleasing and exploring new kinks! I’m open to almost anything, just ask!” Open to anything? My sister, talking about kinks? Below that, a list of her “specialties.” Sensual massage, okay, that’s… still weird coming from Daisy, but whatever. Then, roleplay – nurse, schoolgirl, dominatrix. Dominatrix? Daisy? The image of her in a leather outfit flashed in my brain, and I actually recoiled. And then, the kicker: threesomes. Threesomes? My head was officially spinning, like I’d been dropped into some alternate reality.
Daisy, the girl who blushed crimson if you even mentioned the word “sex?” Daisy, who volunteered at the animal shelter every weekend, the one who always sent Mom flowers on Mother’s Day? This couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t. This had to be some kind of elaborate prank, a mistake, anything but the truth. Was Mark messing with me? Had someone Photoshopped her face onto someone else’s body? My mind grasped at any explanation other than the one staring me in the face.
But the image… it was undeniably her. The small freckle just above her left shoulder blade, the way she always bit her lip when she was nervous, that slightly crooked front tooth she stubbornly refused to get fixed, saying it gave her character. Yeah, it was Daisy. No question. My sister, on a website like this. What the hell was going on?
Mark whistled, snapping me back to reality. “Dude, seriously? You didn’t know? She’s hot. Like, seriously hot. Should we, you know…” He wiggled his eyebrows, that predatory gleam in his eyes making my skin crawl. He was looking at my sister like she was a piece of meat, a… a transaction. And that protective instinct, that surge of anger, flared up again, hotter and stronger this time.
“What, like book her and fuck her?” The words just tumbled out of my mouth, laced with a strange, messed-up cocktail of revulsion and… yeah, morbid curiosity. I hated myself for even thinking it, but the question hung in the air, raw and ugly.
Mark’s eyes widened, a mixture of shock and something almost like… titillation? “Oh shit, you going to… fuck your sister?” he said, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, but also like the idea was kind of… exciting? “That’s… intense.” Intense? It was insane. It was disgusting. It was… I didn’t even know what it was.
“Nah, not just me,” I mumbled, a reckless, stupid idea beginning to take root in my brain. Something dark and twisted, born out of confusion and a whole lot of messed-up feelings. “But we… My treat, dude.” I even managed a smirk, trying to mask the tsunami of internal turmoil with some pathetic bravado. “Just not sure she’d be down for it, soon as she sees it’s us. But money is money, and I know my sister loves money. So an hour would be fine. We book her and arrange to meet at a hotel.” Hotel. The word tasted like ash in my mouth.
Mark’s eyes lit up like Christmas trees. “Seriously? Dude, this is insane! This is going to be… legendary!” Legendary? Was he out of his mind? This was going to be a train wreck, a disaster of epic proportions. But he was already pacing the room, buzzing with excitement, oblivious to the tornado raging inside my head. “Okay, okay, hotel. Right. Gotta think of a place, somewhere discreet… maybe the ‘No-Tell Motel’ outside of town?” He was already lost in his fantasies, picturing the whole sordid scene, while I felt like I was about to throw up.
I, on the other hand, was drowning. Drowning in a sea of disgust, confusion, a disturbing, unwanted flicker of arousal, and this fierce, almost suffocating protectiveness towards Daisy. Even though she was the one putting herself out there like this. The thought of her with Mark, with anyone, performing the acts described in her profile, especially the threesome thing, made my gut twist and clench. What kind of roleplay did she do? Did she really dress up as a naughty nurse, that short skirt riding up her thighs, her breasts barely contained in that low-cut top? Or a seductive schoolgirl, pigtails and all, plaid skirt hiked up, showing off her long legs? The images, unbidden and unwelcome, flashed in my mind, tormenting me, refusing to be ignored. Why was my brain doing this to me?
“Hold on, hold on,” I said, raising a hand to stop Mark’s excited rambling. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. First, we need to see if she’s even available. And then… I need to think.” Think? What was there to think about? This was wrong. All of it. Every single part of it. But… a tiny, insidious voice whispered in the back of my mind, a voice I hated but couldn’t quite silence… what if?
I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling slightly, and clicked back on her profile. The same picture, that same seductive pose, stared back at me. This time, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I found myself lingering on the details, analyzing every curve, every shadow. The delicate curve of her neck, the way her dark hair cascaded over her shoulder, framing her face like some forbidden masterpiece. Guilt washed over me in a tidal wave, so potent it almost knocked me off my feet. This was wrong. So, so wrong.
My mind raced, trying to make sense of the impossible. Who was this Daisy? The sweet, innocent girl I grew up with? Or this… this woman on the screen? Had she always harbored these hidden desires, these secret fantasies, carefully masked beneath a veneer of innocence? How long had she been doing this? And why? What had driven her to this?
Maybe… maybe she was desperate. Maybe she had bills piling up, debts she couldn’t handle. Maybe she’d lost her job, or was facing eviction. Or maybe… maybe it was something else entirely. Maybe she actually liked it. Maybe she enjoyed the power, the attention, the… the sexuality of it all. Maybe she craved the thrill of roleplay, the freedom of exploring those hidden kinks. Maybe she just couldn’t find that kind of excitement, that kind of release, in her everyday life. The thought was both repulsive and… strangely compelling.
I scrolled down to the contact information, my thumb hovering over the “Book Now” button. I could call her directly, confront her, demand answers. But what would I even say? How could I put into words the jumbled mess of emotions swirling inside me? How could I explain that I’d stumbled across her secret life, her hidden persona, on some sleazy website? It felt too big, too messy, too… real.
Instead, with a kind of sick, detached curiosity, I clicked the “Book Now” button. An hour time slot. The following evening. The “Shady Rest Inn” – a place known for its hourly rates and clientele that probably wouldn’t pass a background check. I filled in a fake name, my fingers numb, and paid the deposit with my credit card. Each click of the button, each digit entered, felt like another nail in the coffin of… something. Innocence? My relationship with my sister? My own sanity? The transaction confirmation flashed on the screen, a digital receipt for my own twisted curiosity and a betrayal I couldn’t even begin to understand.
The next day dragged, each hour stretching into an eternity. Sleep was out of the question. Food tasted like cardboard. My mind was a relentless loop of Daisy’s profile, her pictures, her words, Mark’s excited chatter. He was buzzing with nervous energy, constantly peppering me with questions, scenarios, dirty jokes that made my stomach churn. I tried to keep him at bay, pushing him away with grunts and monosyllables, my own anxiety building with each passing moment, a tightening knot in my chest. What the hell was I doing? What was I about to walk into?
Finally, agonizingly slow, the evening arrived. Mark and I sat in the dimly lit room at the Shady Rest Inn, the air thick with stale cigarette smoke and a palpable sense of… desperation. Anticipation and dread hung heavy in the air, thick as molasses. We ordered some beers from the vending machine down the hall, hoping to numb the edges of our nerves, but the cold, cheap beer did little to settle the storm brewing inside me. The room itself was depressing, furnished with a stained carpet that looked older than me and a rickety bed that creaked ominously with every slight movement. Everything about this place screamed cheap, temporary, and seedy. Every creak of the floorboards, every muffled sound from the room next door, sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, amplifying the already unbearable tension.
Then, a knock on the door. Three sharp raps that echoed in the silence. This is it, fuck. My heart leaped into my throat, and for a moment, I actually considered bolting, running out of that room and never looking back. But it was too late. Mark sprang to his feet, his eyes wide, a nervous energy radiating off him in waves. “Ready?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to force myself to appear calmer than I felt. “As I’ll ever be,” I managed to croak out, my voice sounding foreign even to my own ears.
My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I turned it, slowly, deliberately, and pulled the door open. And there she was. Daisy.
Her jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. “What the fuck, Carl? What the hell are you doing here?” She folded her arms across her chest, pushing her breasts up, a pose that looked both unconsciously seductive and defensively angry. The outfit she was wearing – a tight black dress that clung to every curve of her body, highlighting her full breasts and the swell of her hips, ending just above her knees to showcase her long, toned legs – was a million miles away from her usual jeans and oversized sweaters. It was… arresting. And shocking. Seeing my sister look like that, so deliberately, undeniably sexy, was like a punch to the gut and a jolt of electricity all at once. It was exciting and disturbing in equal measure, a twisted cocktail of forbidden desire and deep-seated guilt.
“I… I booked you for an hour,” I stammered, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate, a wave of shame and guilt washing over me, so intense it almost made me physically sick. And underneath it all, that undeniable surge of lust, intensified by the sheer wrongness of the situation, by the forbidden nature of it all. Mark was standing behind me, like some eager puppy, his mouth agape, eyes darting back and forth between Daisy and me, practically drooling.
“Mark’s here too,” I added, lamely, like it was some kind of afterthought, when in reality, his presence was a crucial, disgusting part of this whole twisted scenario I’d created.
“This is disgusting,” she said, her voice trembling, but not just with anger. There was hurt there too, and something else… something I couldn’t quite decipher. “So, you booked me for Mark, and you want to watch? You want to get off on seeing your sister with your best friend? Is that what this is?”
“Not exactly,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, the lie tasting like poison on my tongue. “I…” How could I explain? How could I articulate the tangled mess of desires and morbid curiosity that had driven me to this point? How could I admit that we both wanted her? That the forbidden nature of it, the fact that she was my sister, only amplified the desire, making it all the more potent, more dangerous? That I wanted to explore those fantasies she hinted at in her profile, the roleplay, the… threesome. The words felt impossible to form, lodged somewhere between my brain and my tongue.
Before I could even begin to untangle the mess in my head, Daisy cut me off, her voice rising, sharp and accusatory. “You what, Carl? Found my profile and thought, ‘Hey, free pass? Let’s invite my best friend to defile my own sister?’ Is that it? Is that how your twisted mind works now?” Her eyes flashed, and for a terrifying moment, I thought she might actually slap me. And maybe I deserved it.
“Your profile mentions threesomes?” The question slipped out, quiet and embarrassed, hanging in the tense air between us.
Daisy’s face crumpled, the anger momentarily replaced by something softer, something vulnerable. And for the first time, I saw a flicker of shame in her eyes, a hint of vulnerability behind the carefully constructed facade. “It’s just… business, Carl. It’s not who I am. It’s a role I play.”
“But you offer it,” I pressed, my voice tinged with a judgmental tone I instantly regretted. Mark shifted uncomfortably behind me, suddenly looking less enthusiastic about the whole “legendary” situation.
“Well, the listing is old, I…” Daisy trailed off, then took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, pushing her chest out slightly, making her breasts strain against the fabric of her dress. “Look, it’s complicated. I need the money. I have debts, things I need to take care of—”
“What kind of debts, Daisy?” I asked, my protective instincts kicking back in, overriding the confusion and disgust, at least for a moment. “Why didn’t you come to me? To Mom and Dad?”
She laughed, a short, bitter sound that held no humor at all. “And have them judge me? Disown me? No, thanks. This… this is something I can handle myself. Are you going to let me in then, or are you just going to stand there gaping like a couple of idiots?”
Before I could even process her question, or formulate any kind of coherent response, Daisy pushed past me, swaying into the room, her movements fluid and confident, like she knew exactly what she was doing, even if it was tearing me apart inside.
“You booked and paid,” she said, her voice losing some of its anger, becoming almost… businesslike. She turned her back to us, reaching behind her neck to undo the zipper of her dress, letting it slide down her back, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin. “So, you taking turns on me or we spitroasting?”
My throat went dry. Spitroasting? She was actually… going through with this? Was this really happening?
“We can spitroast if it’s okay,” I stammered, my voice barely audible, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. “Like, Mark can have your mouth, while I am behind you doggystyle, then we swap after a while?” The words tumbled out in a rush, fueled by nervous energy and a terrifying mix of arousal and disbelief.
She sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to carry a world of weariness. “Okay, let’s just get this over with. Oh, and I’ll charge extra for this, for two of you, and especially because you’re my brother.” She turned to face us again, her dress now pooled at her feet, revealing her body in the dim light. Her breasts were full and high, the nipples already hardening in the cool air, her stomach flat and toned, her hips curving out in a way that made my breath catch in my throat. Even in this insane, messed-up situation, I couldn’t deny it. She was… stunning.
I fumbled with the button of my jeans, my fingers clumsy and trembling. Mark, his eyes wide and fixed on Daisy’s body, was already undoing his belt buckle, his movements jerky and eager. This was really happening. And I wasn’t sure if I was excited, terrified, or just completely and utterly disgusted with myself.
“Alright, Carl, Mark,” Daisy said, her voice steady but laced with an edge of sarcasm. “You paid for this shitshow, so let’s do it. Spitroast, right? One cock in my mouth, one in my pussy. Real classy, boys.” She kicked her dress aside, the movement deliberate, her bare feet padding across the grimy carpet. Her ass swayed, the thong disappearing between her round cheeks, and I hated how my cock twitched at the sight. She glanced over her shoulder, catching my stare, and smirked—a bitter, knowing look that cut deeper than any insult. “What, never seen a whore before, Carl? Or just shocked it’s me?”
Mark, already fumbling with his pants, let out a nervous laugh. “Fuck, Daisy, you’re… you’re hot as hell.” His belt clattered to the floor, and his jeans followed, revealing a bulge straining against his boxers. He was practically drooling, his eyes locked on her tits, which jiggled slightly as she moved. “This is gonna be wild.”
“Save the compliments, dumbass,” Daisy snapped, but her tone softened as she knelt on the creaky bed, the mattress sagging under her weight. “Just… let’s make this quick, okay?” She positioned herself on all fours, her ass high in the air, the thong stretched tight across her pussy. Her back arched, accentuating the curve of her spine, and her tits hung down, swaying gently. The sight was obscene, primal, and I couldn’t look away, even as guilt clawed at my chest.
“Daisy, you sure about this?” I asked, my voice hoarse, barely recognizable. I wanted her to say no, to storm out, to call me a sick fuck and leave. But I also wanted… fuck, I wanted her. The shame was suffocating, but my cock was already hard, throbbing against my boxers.
She twisted her head to look at me, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “Sure, big brother? Really? You booked me, paid for me, and now you’re playing the good guy?” She shifted, spreading her knees wider, the thong slipping to one side, revealing the pink, glistening folds of her pussy. Her labia were swollen, the inner lips peeking out, slick with her juices. “Just fuck me already. Or is Mark gonna have all the fun?”
Mark didn’t need any more encouragement. He scrambled onto the bed, kneeling in front of her, his boxers yanked down to free his cock. It was thick, veiny, the head already leaking precum, and he gripped it, stroking himself as he stared at Daisy’s face. “Open your mouth, baby,” he said, his voice low and eager. “Let’s see what that pretty little tongue can do.”
Daisy rolled her eyes but complied, parting her lips, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his cock. “Don’t call me baby, dickhead,” she muttered, before taking him into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, slow and deliberate. A soft “Mmm” escaped her, muffled by his cock, and Mark groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunted, his hips twitching as he pushed deeper. Daisy gagged slightly, her throat constricting, but she didn’t pull back. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, coating his cock, and the wet, slurping sounds filled the room, obscene and relentless.
I stood frozen, my jeans half-down, my cock straining against my boxers. The sight of Daisy—my sister—sucking Mark’s dick, her ass in the air, her pussy exposed, was too much. I wanted to stop this, to drag her out of here, but my body betrayed me. I stepped closer, my hands moving on autopilot, pulling my jeans and boxers down. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, the head slick with precum.
“Daisy,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, as I positioned myself behind her. Her pussy was right there, wet and inviting, the scent of her arousal hitting me like a drug. I pushed forward as my cock sank deep into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my balls brushing against her thighs as I bottomed out. Her cunt was like a vice, hot and slippery, and the way she clenched around me made my head spin. I pulled back, watching my cock glisten with her juices, then slammed back in, hard and deep. Her ass jiggled, her tits swaying beneath her, bouncing with each thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” Mark groaned, his hands gripping Daisy’s hair as he fucked her mouth. “Suck that cock, you dirty little slut.” His hips rocked, his cock sliding in and out of her lips, her throat bulging as she took him deep. Drool spilled down her chin, pooling on the bed, and her muffled moans—“Mmm, ugh”—vibrated through the room, mixing with the wet slap of my balls against her ass.
Daisy’s pussy was dripping now, her juices coating my cock, running down her thighs. I fucked her harder, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me with every thrust. Her cunt squelched, the sound filthy and obscene, and her ass bounced, the cheeks rippling as I pounded her. “Goddamn, your pussy’s so fucking wet,” I grunted, my voice rough, barely recognizable. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked like a whore.”
She pulled off Mark’s cock with a wet pop, gasping for air, her lips slick with spit and precum. “Shut the fuck up, Carl,” she panted, but her voice was shaky, her hips grinding back against me, betraying her words. “Just… keep fucking me, you prick.” She dove back onto Mark’s cock, her tongue swirling around the head before she swallowed him whole, her throat working as she deepthroated him.
Mark’s head tipped back, his eyes half-closed. “Fuck, Daisy, you’re a cock-sucking goddess. Keep going, just like that.” He thrust harder, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and moan at the same time. Her tits bounced wildly now, her nipples hard and pink, brushing against the rough sheets as her body rocked between us.
I reached down, my fingers finding her thong and yanking it down her thighs, leaving it tangled around her knees. Her pussy was fully exposed now, the lips swollen and red, her clit peeking out, begging for attention. I slid my hand under her, my fingers brushing her clit, and she jolted, a sharp “Oh, fuck!” escaping her lips around Mark’s cock. Her pussy clenched tighter, her juices gushing as I rubbed her clit in slow, firm circles, my cock still pounding her cunt.
“You like that, huh?” I growled, my fingers slick with her wetness. “Getting your clit rubbed while I fuck your tight little pussy?” Her only response was a muffled moan, her body trembling as she pushed back against me, her ass grinding against my hips. I could feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
Daisy’s ass was bouncing against my hips, her pussy gripping my cock like it didn’t want to let go. Her juices were everywhere—slicking up my dick, dripping down her thighs, soaking the shitty motel sheets beneath us. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and that cheap beer Mark and I had cracked open earlier. Her tits swung back and forth, those hard pink nipples scraping the bed as I slammed into her from behind. Every thrust made her whole body shake, and the wetslap-slap-slap of my balls smacking her ass filled the air, loud and dirty.
Mark was in his own world up front, fucking her mouth like it was his last day on earth. His hands were knotted in her dark hair, yanking her head down onto his cock. “Fuck, Daisy, take it deeper, you slut,” he grunted, his voice all rough and needy. Her lips stretched wide around him, spit bubbling at the corners, running down her chin in thick strings. She gagged hard, her throat bulging as he shoved himself in, but she didn’t pull back—just kept sucking, her tongue working the underside of his shaft. “Mmmph, ugh,” she moaned, the sound muffled and wet, vibrating through his dick. His eyes rolled back, and he looked like he was about to blow his load right then and there.
I grabbed her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving red marks. “You’re such a fucking whore, Daisy,” I said, my voice low and harsh, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “Taking two cocks like this—my cock in your pussy, Mark’s down your throat. You love it, don’t you?” I slammed into her harder, watching her ass jiggle, feeling her cunt squeeze me so tight it almost hurt. She was soaking wet, her pussy making these filthy squelching noises every time I thrust in, her juices splashing against my thighs.
She yanked her mouth off Mark’s cock, gasping for air, her chest heaving. “Fuck you, Carl,” she spat, her voice raspy from choking on dick. Her lips were swollen, shiny with spit and precum, and a thin trail of drool hung from her chin to her tits. “Just shut up and fuck me, you sick bastard.” But her hips pushed back against me, grinding her pussy onto my cock, and I could tell she was into it, no matter what she said. She turned back to Mark, grabbing his dick with one hand and shoving it back in her mouth, sucking him down like she was starving for it.
“Shit, yes,” Mark groaned, his hands guiding her head, fucking her face in short, sharp thrusts. “Suck that cock, you dirty bitch. Goddamn, your mouth’s so fucking hot.” His balls slapped against her chin, and her throat made these wet, gagging sounds—gluck-gluck-gluck—as she took him deep. Her eyes watered, mascara streaking down her cheeks, but she didn’t stop. She was a mess, and it only made her hotter.
I slid my hands up her back, feeling the sweat slicking her skin, then reached under to grab her tits. They were heavy in my palms, soft and full, her nipples hard as little pebbles. I squeezed them, pinching her nipples between my fingers, and she let out a muffled scream around Mark’s cock. “Oh, fuck!” she choked out, her body jerking. Her pussy clamped down on me even tighter, and I could feel her getting close—her legs trembling, her breaths coming in ragged gasps between sucks.
“You gonna cum, Daisy?” I growled, twisting her nipples harder. “Gonna cum all over your brother’s cock while you choke on Mark’s dick?” I fucked her faster, my hips slamming into her ass, her pussy so wet it was like fucking a goddamn waterfall. My fingers slid down from her tits to her clit again, rubbing it hard and fast, and she bucked against me, her whole body shaking.
“Mmm! Fuck, yes!” she cried, pulling off Mark’s cock just long enough to scream it. Her voice was raw, desperate, and then she dove back onto him, sucking him down with a sloppy, wet slurping sound. Her pussy started pulsing around me, her juices gushing out, soaking my hand as I rubbed her clit. She was cumming, hard, her ass bouncing against me, her tits swaying like crazy.
“Fuck, she’s cumming!” Mark said, his eyes wide, his cock twitching in her mouth. “Holy shit, that’s hot.” He thrust harder, holding her head still as he fucked her throat, and I could see his balls tightening—he was close too.
I kept pounding her, riding out her orgasm, my cock sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. Her pussy was a mess—red and swollen, her labia slick and shiny, her clit throbbing under my fingers. “Cum for me, you little slut,” I grunted, slamming into her so hard the bed creaked and groaned beneath us. “Show me how much you love this.”
She pulled off Mark again, panting, her face a wreck of spit and tears. “Oh fuck, Carl, don’t stop! Fuck me harder!” she begged, her voice breaking, and then she went back to sucking Mark, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him all the way down her throat.
That was it for me. Hearing her beg like that, feeling her pussy squeeze me, watching her suck cock like a pro—I couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, Daisy, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing inside her. I thrust in deep, one last time, and exploded, pumping my load into her pussy. Hot spurts of cum filled her up, mixing with her juices, leaking out around my cock and dripping down her thighs. “Oh, shit, take it!” I growled, my hips jerking as I unloaded everything I had.
Mark wasn’t far behind. “Fuck, me too!” he shouted, yanking her head down onto his cock. His hips bucked, and he groaned loud as he came, shooting his load straight down her throat. Daisy gagged, her eyes squeezing shut, but she swallowed it down, her throat working as she took every drop. Cum and spit dribbled from her lips as he pulled out, smearing across her chin and dripping onto her tits.
She collapsed forward onto the bed, her ass still up in the air, my cum oozing out of her pussy in thick, white globs. Her thong was tangled around her knees, her body slick with sweat, her hair a wild mess. She was panting, her chest heaving, her tits pressed into the mattress. “You fuckers,” she muttered, her voice hoarse, but there was a smirk on her lips, like she’d enjoyed it despite herself.
Mark flopped back, his cock still hard, glistening with her spit. “Holy fuck, that was insane,” he said, grinning like an idiot. “Daisy, you’re a goddamn legend.”
I pulled out of her, my cock slick with cum and her juices, and stumbled back, my legs shaky. Her pussy gaped a little, red and wet, my cum dripping down onto the sheets. Guilt hit me like a truck, but my dick was still twitching, and I couldn’t stop staring at her—my sister, fucked out and dripping, looking like a goddamn porn star.
“Alright, pervs,” Daisy said, pushing herself up on her elbows, her tits jiggling as she moved. “That was the spitroast. You happy now?” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the mess across her cheek, and glared at me. “But we’re not done. You wanted a threesome, right? Let’s do the real shit—double penetration. I know you’re both sick enough to want it.”
My heart skipped a beat. DP? Shit, she was serious. “You sure?” I asked, my voice cracking, even as my cock started hardening again at the thought.
She rolled her eyes, sitting up and kicking her thong off completely. “You paid for it, Carl. And I’m not half-assing this. Lay down, asshole. Mark, get ready to fuck my pussy while your Carl takes my ass.”
Mark’s grin widened, and he scrambled to grab a condom from his jeans pocket, tearing it open with his teeth. “Fuck yes, let’s do this,” he said, rolling it onto his cock, still slick from her mouth.
I hesitated, but Daisy’s glare pinned me in place. “Move, Carl,” she snapped. “You started this shitshow—don’t pussy out now.” She shoved me down onto the bed, the springs creaking under my weight, and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Her pussy brushed against my cock, still wet and sticky with cum, and I groaned despite myself.
She reached back, grabbing my dick and lining it up with her asshole. “This is gonna hurt,” she muttered, more to herself than me, and then she lowered herself down. The tight ring of her ass stretched around my cockhead, and she winced, biting her lip hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she hissed, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she sank down, inch by inch. Her ass was so fucking tight, gripping me like a fist, and the heat of it was insane.
“Oh shit, Daisy,” I groaned, my hands grabbing her hips as she settled onto me, my cock buried deep in her ass. The pressure was intense, her walls clenching around me, and I could feel every little twitch of her body. “You okay?”
“Shut up,” she snapped, her voice strained, but she didn’t stop. She leaned forward, her tits brushing my chest, and looked over her shoulder at Mark. “Come on, dickhead. Fuck my pussy. Let’s get this over with.”
Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed onto the bed, his cock hard and ready, and positioned himself between her legs. Daisy’s pussy was still dripping, my cum mixing with her juices, and he rubbed his dick against her slit, teasing her entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, grinning, and then he pushed in, slow at first, letting her adjust.
“Oh fuck!” Daisy cried out, her body tensing as Mark’s cock slid into her pussy. I could feel him through the thin wall separating her ass and cunt, his dick pressing against mine, and it was fucking wild—so tight, so full. She was sandwiched between us, her tits bouncing as she rocked her hips, trying to take us both.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Mark grunted, his hands gripping her thighs as he started thrusting, slow and deep. Her pussy stretched around him, her labia hugging his shaft, and her juices squirted out with every pump, soaking us both. “Fuck, this is hot.”
I thrust up into her ass, matching Mark’s rhythm, and Daisy moaned loud, her voice raw and desperate. “Ah, mmm, fuck! So fucking full!” she screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her ass bounced on my cock, her pussy slamming down onto Mark’s, and the bed shook under us, creaking like it was about to collapse.
Her tits were bouncing hard now, swaying in my face, and I grabbed them, squeezing them tight, pinching her nipples. “You like this, huh?” I growled, fucking her ass harder, feeling her clench around me. “Two cocks stuffing you full, you dirty little slut.”
“Yes, fuck, yes!” she shouted, her head thrown back, her hair wild and sweaty. “Harder, you bastards! Fuck me harder!” Her pussy was gushing, her juices dripping down onto my balls, and her ass was so tight I could barely move, but I kept pounding, driven by her screams.
Mark sped up, slamming into her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass where my cock was buried. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” he groaned, his thrusts getting sloppy, desperate. “Take it, Daisy, take it all!”
“Me too,” I grunted, my cock throbbing in her ass, the pressure building fast. “Gonna fill your tight little ass, you whore.” I thrust up hard, burying myself deep, and exploded, pumping hot cum into her asshole. It spurted out in thick ropes, leaking around my cock as her ass clenched, milking me dry.
Mark came a second later, groaning loud as he slammed into her pussy one last time, unloading into the condom. “Fuck, yes!” he shouted, his hips jerking, and Daisy screamed, her body shaking as she came again, her pussy and ass pulsing around us both.
We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky heap, Daisy sandwiched between us, her breath ragged, her body trembling. Cum dripped from her ass, mixing with her juices, pooling on the sheets. Her tits heaved as she panted, her nipples red and swollen from my hands.
“Fuck you both,” she muttered, rolling off me, wincing as my cock slipped out of her ass. She lay there, legs spread, her pussy and asshole gaping, dripping with cum and sweat. “That’s an extra five hundred, assholes. Pay up.”
Mark laughed, still catching his breath. “Worth every fucking penny,” he said, peeling off the condom and tossing it aside.
I just stared at her, my sister, fucked out and glaring at me, and felt the guilt crash back in. But my cock was still hard, and deep down, I knew I’d do it again if she let me. What the fuck was wrong with me?