Chapter 3 - In which Andrew and his sister both get their fantasy come true - her brother's hot cum in her ass.
An hour came and went with the speed of a snail crossing the diameter of the earth.
Andrew showered and cleaned his cock up from the hooker's pussy and now it was finally time.
With excitement in his veins, Andrew crossed the hall to his sister Laura's room at the hotel. He used her spare room key card that he'd taken before he'd left. Slipping the card in the lock, he saw the red light turn green and opened the door.
Excitement, but also nerves, made his movements slow and methodical as he entered the room.
Only one lamp was on, sitting beside the bed, and on that bed was his teen sister Laura.
His well-muscled chest rose and fell quicker at the sight of her. He hadn't been hard before, but now his cock grew thick and long with blood-all in anticipation. He licked his lips and soaked in the sight of her.
She wore the same shirt she'd had on earlier, but this time she'd taken off her shorts and wore no panties. Which meant she probably hadn't been wearing any underwear earlier, which made his blood burn even hotter.
Laura's camera and tripod stand were already set up and waiting for him. Andrew moved to it and took his time setting it up to catch the best angle for when he fucked her. When that was finished, he went to the bed and called out her name. Nothing. He called louder, and shook her by the shoulder. Still nothing.
She'd finished the last of the beers and was out cold, just as she said she would be. And now she wanted him to fuck her in the ass and video tape it. All the reasons why he shouldn't were actually very, very clear in his mind. And yet... he knew without a doubt what he was about to do. He was going to bust the hardest nut of his life.
Anticipation spiked through his blood like a shot of tequila. Panting, he peeled off his clothes hurriedly and stroked his cock to an even stiffer point. As he walked to her prone form, he rubbed his balls to get his seed boiling.
This would be no cozy meeting of bodies. No satin sheets love making under soft jazz and gentle candlelight. No, this meeting between he and his sister would be anything but slow and easy. There was a savage, dangerous tempo to his heart, to the stiff awareness in every single one of his muscles. He was about to put his dick in his sister and use her for his pleasure.
There was absolutely no coming back from this. Ever. This moment would change both of them for the rest of their lives. And he didn't care. The idea didn't actually scare him, as it ought to. Instead, the flood of excitement, pleasure, and adrenaline left him yearning to touch her, to taste her skin, to use her body to evoke his orgasm. Like a real woman made for a real man.
His sister was beautiful. He crawled over her and kissed her cheek, nuzzled the hair from her ear so he could smell her the skin at her neck. He laved her warm skin with his tongue and squeezed her ass methodically as his arousal grew. Pre-cum leaked and he knew he wouldn't last long with her. Not for this first time.
But would it only be this once? He couldn't say. He'd make the most of this opportunity, however.
This wasn't a fake situation. This wasn't some hooker he was fucking while imagining his sister.
This was his real sis and she wanted this. She'd told him so explicitly. She wanted his cock inside her, for him to fuck her ass and record it. She'd asked for it.
Yet, he couldn't help but caress her incredibly soft skin and run his tongue down her spine and between her legs and asshole. He shuddered at the erotic taste, at the hint of salt on her skin.
Andrew sat up and went back to the camera to make sure it was set up correct. It was. So, he hit play.
His breaths were harsh and chaotic as the time to play finally drew near. His whole body felt sensitized like he'd been struck with electricity before coming into the room. He was acutely aware of every sensation he was feeling of every noise in the room. He knew that with whatever happened next, he'd remember it vividly for the rest of his life.
