You come home from school to find an oddly empty house. Usually when you come back, Cerise is curled up on the couch watching TV with Mom, or they're eating together at the table -- or at the very least, dad is around somewhere, reading his paper. But today there's no one. Just a note from Mom that her and Dad have gone out on a date.
Good for them. While you don't like to think about your Dad... doing things... with Mom, she deserves a little happiness in her marriage.
Still -- where's Cerise? You know anime club isn't in session, because fucking Stackleford texted you half an hour ago wanting to go play DDR at the arcade. (As much fun as watching him spastically flail and barely pass stages on easy mode is, you turned him down.)
Hmm. Upstairs, then. Probably masturbating to her fujoshit, the degenerate.
Well, it can't be helped. You'll just have to remind her of the pleasures of being cummed inside.
As you mount the stairs, you hear some muffled thuds and squeaks coming from Cerise's bedroom. Yep, definitely jilling off in there. Can't she wait for you? Greedy girl.
You don't bother knocking, but maybe you should have -- you aren't prepared for what you see.
Cerise is sitting on the edge of her bed. Sitting behind her, legs wrapped around Cerise's hips, is Whitney. Both of them are naked -- except for the long block socks stretched over Cerise's calves.
Whitney trails forceful kisses up and down Cerise's neck. Cerise's eyes are closed, her face is dreamy with pleasure, and her mouth is hanging partway open as Whitney ravishes her. Whitney paws at Cerise's udders and humps herself against Cerise's ass, grinding her bare cunt into Cerise's skin.
Whitney is first to notice you. She stops suckling on Cerise's neck, smiling evilly up at you. "Ally~" she says.
Cerise's eyes pop open. "A-Alabaster--!! This isn't what is looks like, I swear!"
You drop your bookbag and tug at the collar of your tee. It suddenly feels sweltering in here, and the fog of female arousal lying heavy over the tiny bedroom only makes it more oppressive.
"This is *exactly* what it looks like," Whitney corrects. She parts Cerise's hair, grabs her by the crown of her head, and tilts her neck so you can see it. The porcelain flesh is marred by deep, dark purple hickeys.
"Did you know," Whitney says, "that your sister can cum just by having her neck sucked on?"
Cerise whimpers helplessly, still baring her hickeys for you to admire. Whitney tilts Cerise's head the opposite direction now, to show that the other side of her neck is equally bruised.
"Cerise is just too delicious," Whitney coos. "I've been playing with her like this for over an hour..."
"Are you... are you okay with this?" you ask your sister.
Cerise says nothing, and Whitney returns to sucking her neck. Whitney runs her hands over Cerise's face, squeezing and prodding her like a toy, as she abuses her. The bedsprings squeak again as Whitney resumes rubbing herself against your big sister's back.
[X] Take charge.
[ ] Let Whitney control the flow.
You step forward. "Mm," Whitney purrs, "there we go. Join in, Ally. We've been waiting for you. Haven't we, Cerise? ...Cerise? Cerise nee-sama?"
Whitney winks at you, proud of her weeaboo vocab.
Cerise still can't respond, though, too wracked by pleasure and embarrassment. You sit on your knees in front of her. She has her thighs pressed firmly together, and you do your best to wedge them apart so you can see her womanhood. Whitney aids you by keeping her legs locked around Cerise's hips, immobilizing her.
"Al-- Alabaster," Cerise finally manages, gulping. "Please don't look."
"What?" you say. "Why not? I see your pussy practically every day."
"But... but not like this," she insists.
You pull her legs apart anyway. Her pussy is just the same as it always is, sopping wet and bright pink, engorged with perverted lust -- beautiful, beautiful.
"I don't understand," you say. "What's the matter? You look just fine down here."
Whitney continues loudly suckling on Cerise's neck. Cerise writhes and moans: "But-- but it's Whitney who made me this wet. And for you to see that--"
She doesn't know how to finish the thought, or otherwise simply can't. She falls silent again.
"It's great that Whitney can make you this wet," you say. "Come on now, a little yuri never hurt anyone."
Whitney laughs. She opens her maw wide, planting gaping kisses on Cerise's cheek and the side of her head. You can see her brilliant white teeth scraping just a little against Cerise's skin. Whitney stares at you out of the corner of her simmering hazel eyes.
"Let's make her feel real good, okay Ally?"
"Move," you say. You bark the command so sternly that it startles both girls. You motion for Whitney to move away so you can position Cerise how you like.
Whitney sits on her knees on the mattress, leaning on balled-up fists as she watches you lay your sister on her back. She can't help bouncing in place a little as she says: "yeah! Do it! I want to see you fuck your sister so bad!"
Cerise finally does something on her own initiative: she kisses you. And not sheepishly, either, but passionately, wantonly. She laces her fingers through your hair and you do the same for her. You lie atop her and snake your tongues together, savoring her warmth and sweetness, the tart tang of her saliva, the staccato rhythm of her breaths. Her body is sheened with sweat. When she wraps her legs around your ass, the soft fabric of her socks tickles your skin deliciously.
Whitney lies on her side to get a view of the incestuous makeout session. She nearly swoons to see it. "That is so fucking hot," she says. "I love it. You're making me wet..."
You hear a familiar schlicking noise. Whitney is masturbating as she watches you and your sister enjoy one another.
"Cerise," you say, pulling back. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to eat a girl out?"
Cerise blinks rapidly, pushing the back of her head against the pillow. A strand of saliva still connects you.
"Well?"
"A-- a little," she stammers.
"Eat Whitney out while I fuck you."
Cerise exhales like she's been punched in the chest, and you can almost feel the jolt of adrenaline in her the pit of her stomach that your words caused.
"It's all right," you insist, kissing her again. "Whitney's pussy is amazing. You'll fall in love with sucking her off."
Whitney, purring, draws up to her knees again. She positions her cunt over Cerise's flushed-red face. "Don't be shy," is her only piece of advice for the novice lesbian. And then she sits on her face with all her weight.
Cerise spasms beneath you. You take the opportunity to fuck yourself into the warmth of her entrance.
"Ahhhh," Whitney sighs, hugging herself, content. "I love sitting on a girl's face."
"Don't hurt her," you tell Whitney, even as you lean in to kiss her.
"I wou-uldn't," Whitney insists, her voice trembling with desire. "Ally... the truth is I love your sister almost as much as I love you..."
Beneath you, Cerise bucks her hips, fully enveloping your aching fuck-shaft.
You stroke Whitney's face. "Is that true?" you say.
"Mm-hmm..." Whitney says. "Cerise was always so cool and detached... and, well, to be honest-- I always had this fantasy about the three of us running away and living together like a family. Is that weird?"
She lifts herself off Cerise's face. She looks down at her. "Is that weird?" she asks again.
"It's not weird," Cerise says. "You're the only girl I ever felt like I'd be okay sharing Alabaster with... I knew you'd take care of each other."
You draw one of Cerise's legs into your arms and bring it perpendicular to her body, holding it for leverage as you fuck her with deep, slow thrusts. "Then it's settled," you say. "Share and share alike..."
Whitney sits on Cerise's face again, obviously relieved. "Lick me, lick me!" she says. "Make me cum!"
Whitney kisses you. She can't hold herself up under her own power anymore, and falls forward, so you catch her. Your arm still looped over Cerise's leg, you interlace your fingers with Whitney's and keep her from collapsing as she grinds on your sister's mouth.
"She's really good at this..." Whitney breathes. "Mmmf..." Her movements become quicker, her muscles flex and strain under the tanned expanses of her skin. "Ally... she's got her tongue so deep inside of me. Your sister's tongue is fucking me..."
You're more focused on your sister's womb. Cerise may lack the finesse of a more experienced girl, but her pussy is such a bizarrely perfect fit for your pulsing cock that you can't complain. Her insides grip and cling to you, squelching obscenely as you make her yours.
Whitney orgasms first, shrieking and wailing. She pounds her ass and cunt so hard against Cerise's battered face, you're worried she might break her nose or even suffocate her.
"I'm cumming!!" Whitney cries, incoherent. "I'm fucking cumming! I'm fucking cumming all over your sister's face! Watch me cum, Ally, watch me!"
After Whitney finishes riding out her climax, she slithers off of Cerise's face. Cerise is blue and wide-eyed, as if she had been close to passing out. She gasps for breath like someone resuscitated from a drowning. And it almost was a drowning -- her head atop her pillow rests in a fragrant puddle of Whitney's girlcum.
As you fuck Cerise deeper and deeper, she wallows in Whitney's cum like a sow, rubbing it into her skin, sucking the excess up with her lips. She groans and babbles to herself, rubbing her tits and cumming.
"Do it, do it," Whitney says in a sing-song voice. She puts her hand on your back. "I know you're so close... oh so close... unload inside her, Ally. Empty your nuts inside her. Cum inside your sister."
She guides you to a missionary position, so that you're lying over Cerise. Your thrusts are brutal, quick, and long. On the outswing, you draw yourself nearly all the way back, so only the very tip of your glans is nestled in Cerise's cute plump pussy. And then you jam it all the way back in, to the very root, filling her with your hard cock. All Cerise can do is hold on for dear life as you rape her.
Whitney straddles your back so that she faces your legs. She lays her palms on your butt, pressing down, as if to help you fuck your sister even deeper. "Put it in her womb!" she cries. "Make sure she gets pregnant!"
Cerise stares up at you through half-lidded eyes. "Yes..." she moans. "Yes, make me pregnant. Knock me up, Alabaster... let me have your baby..."
That does it. Whitney puts all her weight against you and you roar in ecstasy as you fill your sister's tiny womb with seed. Your spurting dick unleashes so much of it that you feel light-headed and you tingle all over. Cerise cums wetly around you and Whitney howls in an orgasm of her own as you impregnate your older sister.