In the master suite of the penthouse, the billionaire boss has his nineteen-year-old biological daughter pinned beneath him on silk sheets that cost more than most cars.
She's spread wide, knees pushed almost to her shoulders, ankles locked behind his back as he drives into her with slow, punishing strokes. Every time he bottoms out, his heavy balls slap her ass with a wet, lewd smack that echoes through the room. Their mouths are fused together (tongues sliding, swapping thick strands of saliva, moaning into each other like they're starving). Drool leaks from the corners of her lips, runs down her chin, and drips onto her bouncing breasts.
"AAA—AA—yes, yes, Daddy—fuck me—fuck your little girl's pussy—make me cum—!"
He growls against her lips, hips snapping harder, the bedframe slamming against the wall in perfect rhythm. Her pussy is obscenely wet; every thrust forces out a fresh gush of creamy arousal that coats his shaft and splatters across his lower stomach. The air is thick with the scent of her juices and his sweat.
She claws at his back, nails leaving red trails. "Deeper—please—I want to feel you in my stomach—!"
He shifts his angle, drives in even deeper, and she screams, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out as the first orgasm crashes through her. Her walls clamp down so hard he has to fight to keep moving, but he does (relentless, stretching her open again and again while she squirts in hot pulses around his cock).
Minutes blur into one long, filthy crescendo. When he finally cums, it's with a guttural roar: he buries himself to the hilt and unloads, thick, endless ropes flooding her womb until it overflows, creamy white leaking out around his pulsing shaft and soaking the sheets beneath her ass.
They stay locked together, panting, kissing lazily as the aftershocks ripple through them. When he finally pulls out, a torrent of their mixed cum follows, pooling between her thighs in a sticky mess.
She sits up on shaky legs, still dripping, and watches him dress.
He buttons his shirt casually. "I'm marrying another woman next month. She's probably already carrying my child. She has two kids—a son and a daughter."
The daughter licks her lips, fingers drifting to her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles as fresh arousal drips onto the floor.
"A brother…" she whispers, voice breaking with sudden, desperate lust. "I'm going to have a big brother with a cock just like yours… maybe bigger… maybe he'll fuck me for hours…"
She's already panting again, thighs trembling.
He smirks, zips up. "Meeting in twenty. Behave."
The door clicks shut behind him.
She collapses back onto the ruined bed, fingers plunging into her leaking pussy, moaning to the empty room:
"Brother… brother… next month… I'm already soaked for you…"
Within minutes she's screaming through another orgasm, squirting across the sheets, passed out cold with two fingers still buried inside herself and his cum still oozing from her well-fucked hole, dreaming of the stepbrother she hasn't even met yet.
The video call connects.
On screen, the older sister is on all fours in some hotel room, getting railed hard from behind by a random gym-bro type. The camera shakes with every thrust; wet slaps and her broken moans fill the speakers.
Older sister (panting, hair stuck to her face):
"Hey, little sis… how's Daddy's cock treating you today?"
Younger sister (still naked on the ruined penthouse bed, cum leaking between her thighs):
"Big news… Daddy's marrying another woman next month. She's already pregnant. That means… we're getting a brother."
The second the word "brother" leaves her mouth, the older sister's eyes go wide. Her whole body locks up; she screams into the pillow, pussy visibly spasming as she squirts in a violent arc that soaks the guy's jeans and the carpet beneath them.
Random guy (startled, pulling out):
"What the fuck—?!"
He grabs his clothes and bolts, door slamming behind him.
Older sister collapses forward, trembling, cum and squirt dripping off her chin. She finally catches her breath and looks back at the screen, eyes glowing with the exact same heart-shaped obsession.
Older sister (voice hoarse):
"Is that true? We're really getting a brother?"
Younger sister nods frantically, already rubbing her clit again.
"Yes… and I'm already so wet for him…"
Both sisters moan in unison, staring at each other through the phone, fingers moving faster.
Older sister: "I can't wait… I need him inside me the second he walks through the door…"
Younger sister: "Same… we'll share him, right?"
They both nod, lost in the fantasy, and the call ends with both of them still touching themselves, whispering "brother… brother…" like a prayer until they pass out in their separate beds, dripping and dreaming of the same cock they haven't even met yet.
The billionaire's phone buzzes on the nightstand.
He answers with a lazy smirk. "Hey, honey. What's up?"
His wife's voice comes through, low and dripping with satisfaction:
"I met our new stepson today… and let's just say he's perfect."
He raises an eyebrow. "Already?"
"Twice," she purrs. "I told him your cock was tiny and you finish in thirty seconds. Then I climbed on his lap in the back row of the theater and let him fill me up while the credits rolled."
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest.
"My cock is tiny, huh? Short duration?"
"Exactly," she teases. "So tonight, husband… you're going to fuck me until I forget I ever said that. Until I can't remember any cock but yours."
He's already hard, loosening his tie with one hand.
"Bring it on, baby. I'm going to ruin that pretty pussy so thoroughly you'll be leaking me for a week. Be ready when I get home."
She laughs, breath hitching with anticipation.
"I was born ready."
They both hang up at the same time, grinning like predators.
The night ahead is going to be a war of orgasms, and neither of them plans on losing.
I wake up rock-hard, the usual morning ache throbbing between my legs. On my way to the shower I pass the laundry basket in the hallway. Mom's and big sis's clothes are piled on top, still warm from last night.
I fish out Mom's black lace panties first (completely soaked, the crotch stiff with dried cum and fresh wetness). I press the slick fabric against my cock, rubbing slow circles, letting my pre-cum mix with hers. The scent hits me like a drug.
Then I grab big sister's pink cotton pair (still carrying her sweet, musky smell). I bury my face in them, inhaling deep while I stroke faster, the soaked lace of Mom's panties gliding over my shaft.
It doesn't take long. A few minutes of that perfect, filthy combination (Mom's juices slicking me up, big sis's scent filling my lungs) and I'm groaning into the cotton, shooting thick ropes all over Mom's already-ruined panties.
Satisfied, I drop both pairs back into the basket exactly as I found them (now even messier), and step into the shower with a grin, letting the hot water wash away the evidence… knowing they'll both notice later and smile when they do.
I came into the hall naked, cock already half-hard from the morning. Mom was at the stove flipping pancakes; big sister was perched at the table finishing her eggs. The second big sis saw me, she pushed her plate away, walked straight over, and threw her arms around my neck. Our bare bodies pressed together; her soaked pussy rubbed along my shaft as she kissed me deep and slow.
"Good morning, husband," she whispered against my lips, voice dripping with need.
"Morning, wife… so, how should we play today?"
Mom turned from the stove with a wicked grin, holding six little pink slips of paper like raffle tickets.
"Special breakfast game, babies. Good Morning Lottery + Musical Chairs. You ready?"
Big sister's eyes flashed heart-shaped instantly. She nodded so hard her breasts bounced.
Mom fanned the slips:
Mom pussy – Mom ass – Mom throat – Sis pussy – Sis ass – Sis throat.
I reached in blind and pulled one.
Mom unfolded it theatrically: "Sis… pussy!"
Big sister squealed, hopped onto the kitchen island, and spread her legs wide. I stepped between them and slid home in one slick thrust (warm, wet, perfect). She locked her ankles behind my back and moaned into my mouth while Mom hit play on a slow, filthy R&B track.
"Musical Chairs rules," Mom announced, already circling her clit with two fingers. "When the music stops, you swap. Ten seconds each. Go."
The bass thumped. Big sis rolled her hips, riding me deep and steady, wet sounds mixing with the beat. Thirty seconds in, Mom killed the song.
Freeze.
Big sis went completely still, pussy clamped tight around me, whimpering but obedient. Mom shoved her daughter aside, straddled me reverse-cowgirl, and slammed down hard. Ten brutal seconds of her thick ass bouncing, pussy swallowing every inch.
Music restarted. Mom popped off with a wet squelch. Big sis dropped back onto me like a magnet, twice as desperate.
They kept trading places every time the song paused (Mom's creamy pussy, big sis's tight grip, Mom's ass slapping my thighs, big sis grinding her clit against my base), juices dripping everywhere, both of them competing to make me lose it first.
Final pause. Mom sank down one last time and ground hard.
"Pick the winning hole, baby."
I grabbed another slip without looking, ripped it open.
"Sis… throat."
Big sister practically tackled Mom off me, fell to her knees, and took me straight down her throat in one greedy motion. Mom cranked the music loud; the bass pounded in time with big sis's head bobbing, gagging, swallowing me whole.
Twenty seconds later I exploded, pumping thick ropes straight into her stomach. She gulped every drop, pulled off gasping, tongue lolling, eyes crossed in total bliss, cum glistening on her chin.
Mom killed the music and clapped like we'd just won the lottery.
"Winner gets the protein shake!" she laughed.
Big sister stood on shaky legs, kissed me deep so I tasted myself on her, then turned to Mom with a wicked grin.
"Round two after coffee?"
We both nodded, already hard and dripping again.
Mom pours three cups of coffee like nothing happened, hips swaying as she walks to the table. Big sister is still on her knees, licking stray drops of cum from her lips, eyes glowing with hearts.
Mom sets the cups down and leans over the table, ass up, dripping from the earlier chaos.
"New rule," she purrs. "Coffee stays hot. Whoever makes someone spill their cup first… wins the next load wherever they want."
Big sister's on me instantly, pushing me into the dining chair. She straddles me facing away, reverse cowgirl, and sinks down slow until I'm buried to the hilt in her pussy again. She grabs her coffee with one hand, sips like a perfect lady, and starts rolling her hips in tiny, torturous circles.
Mom watches, smirking, then climbs onto the table on all fours, coffee in front of her. She locks eyes with me and starts rocking back, fucking herself on nothing but air, milk still beading on her nipples and dripping into her cup.
"Drink up, baby," Mom teases. "Clock's ticking."
Big sis speeds up just enough that the table starts creaking. Wet sounds fill the kitchen again. I grip her hips to steady her, but she only grinds harder, pussy fluttering around me like she's trying to milk me dry without breaking rhythm.
Mom crawls closer, dips two fingers into her coffee, then reaches under and rubs the warm liquid over her clit while staring straight at me. She moans, loud and deliberate.
Big sis retaliates by slamming down hard once (just once) and clenching so tight I see stars. My hand jerks; coffee sloshes over the rim of my cup.
"Spill!" Mom announces triumphantly.
Big sister pouts, lifts off me with a wet pop, cum already leaking down her thighs. Mom hops off the table, grabs me by the cock, and bends over the counter.
"My prize," she says, spreading her cheeks with both hands. "Ass this time, baby. Punish Mommy for winning."
I don't hesitate. One thrust and I'm buried in her tight, perfect ass, balls slapping against her dripping pussy. Big sister kneels underneath, tongue flicking my balls and Mom's clit in turns, sipping spilled coffee off the floor like a kitten.
Mom's moans turn into screams within minutes. I pound her until the counter shakes, until her legs give out, until I flood her ass so deep it leaks out in thick streams the second I pull free.
Mom collapses forward, panting, ass gaping and dripping. Big sister immediately crawls up, licks her clean from behind, then kisses Mom deep so they both taste me.
Mom breaks the kiss, breathless.
"Next round… loser has to drink the coffee out of the winner's pussy."
Big sister's eyes light up like it's Christmas morning.
Game on.
Mom scoops the three half-spilled coffee cups into one big mug, swirls it like a cocktail, then lies back on the kitchen island, legs hooked over my shoulders.
"New game," she announces, voice still hoarse from screaming. "Loser drinks every drop… from the winner's pussy."
Big sister is already vibrating with excitement. She hops up beside Mom, spreads her own thighs, and looks at me with pure heart-eyed greed.
"Rules are simple, husband," she says. "You fuck us one after the other. First one to make you cum gets to pour the coffee inside herself and feed it to the loser. Ready?"
I nod, cock throbbing harder than ever.
Mom goes first. I slide into her missionary on the counter, slow and deep, coffee mug waiting on the side. She locks her ankles behind my back, milk still leaking from her nipples with every thrust.
Big sis kneels next to us, fingers buried in her own pussy, counting out loud like a referee:
"One… two… three… harder, husband, make Mommy lose…"
Mom retaliates by clenching so tight I groan. She smirks up at me.
"Remember who taught you how to fuck, baby."
Ten thrusts and I pull out, dripping.
Big sister immediately flips onto all fours, ass up, face down right next to Mom. I slam into her doggy-style, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. She screams into the countertop, pushing back like she's trying to take me deeper than physically possible.
Mom reaches under and rubs big sis's clit in vicious circles.
"Come on, daughter… lose for Mommy…"
They're both trembling, both dripping, both trying to out-milk me.
I switch again (back to Mom, then big sis, then Mom) until the kitchen is nothing but wet slaps, broken moans, and the smell of coffee and sex.
Final round. I'm teetering on the edge.
Big sister suddenly spins around, drops to her knees, and takes me down her throat in one smooth motion (nose pressed to my stomach, humming like she's starving).
Mom tries to protest, but it's too late.
I explode instantly, pumping rope after thick rope straight into big sister's throat. She swallows the first few spurts, then pulls off and lets the rest paint her tongue and drip down her chin like glaze.
She stands up victorious, grabs the coffee mug, and pours the entire warm contents straight into her still-spasming pussy while Mom watches, thighs trembling with envy.
Big sister lies back, spreads wide, and crooks a finger at Mom.
"Time to drink your morning coffee, Mommy."
Mom drops to her knees without hesitation, buries her face between big sister's legs, and starts lapping noisily (coffee mixed with my cum and big sis's juices running down her chin in dark, creamy streams).
Big sister strokes Mom's hair like a proud owner, moaning softly.
"Good girl… get every drop."
When the flow finally stops, Mom sits back on her heels, lips glossy brown and white, and licks them clean.
Big sister leans down, kisses her deep so they both taste the filthy mixture, then turns to me with that possessive, heart-shaped smile.
"Next game starts after dishes," she says. "And this time, I'm picking the prize."
Mom and I both nod, already hard and wet again.
The day has barely started.