Hiro gripped Anna's ass cheeks even harder, digging his fingers into the soft, trembling flesh, spreading them until he felt the final resistance of her body give way. With a fluid and brutal motion, he buried his cock to the root once more, but this time he didn't hold back to a controlled rhythm. He started fucking her with fast, deep thrusts, each one harder than the last, making his pelvis slam against Anna's ass with a dry, resounding sound that was no longer subtle in the slightest.
**CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.**
The echo of flesh against flesh bounced off the kitchen walls like obscene applause, impossible to hide. The exhaust fan hummed uselessly, the forgotten pan sizzled, but nothing could cover that relentless rhythm. Each impact sent Anna's entire body jolting forward, her breasts bouncing violently under her blouse, nipples scraping against the rough fabric until they ached from how hard they were. A constant stream of fluids ran down her thighs, dripping to the floor in small splatters that formed a treacherous little puddle beneath her feet.
Anna was on the verge of mental collapse.
Her hands remained crushed against her mouth, but it was no longer enough. Moans escaped between her fingers in broken fragments: "mmph… ¡nngh! … ¡mmphhh!" Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat soaking her neck and cleavage. Her eyes, wide open, were fixed on the kitchen doorway, convinced that any second Rina would take that fatal step and see her: bent over like a whore, skirt bunched around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle, her little brother's thick cock plunging in and out of her pussy at a rhythm that was tearing her apart.
And the worst part: her body was loving it.
Each deep thrust made her pussy clench violently around Hiro, gushing more, squeezing as if it wanted to keep him inside forever. Pleasure surged through her in scorching waves, rising from her swollen clit all the way to the base of her skull, making her legs tremble so badly that only Hiro's grip on her hips kept her upright.
Hiro didn't stop. He couldn't. He didn't want to. The rhythm turned wild, animalistic, each thrust deeper and faster than the one before, as if he wanted to imprint his shape inside Anna forever. His hands stayed dug into her ass cheeks, spreading them with brute force, forcing her to open wider, to take everything without escape. His cock plunged in and out with restrained but relentless violence, slamming against the back of her pussy with every stroke, making Anna's uterus contract involuntarily around the tip each time he bottomed out.
**CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.**
The sound was deafening in the enclosed kitchen. Wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, the obscene splashing of their mixed fluids, the rough scrape of sweaty skin. Anna no longer tried to hide it; her whole body jolted forward with every blow, her breasts bouncing so hard the blouse clung to her chest like a second skin, nipples rubbing against the fabric until the pleasure-pain made her whimper. The stream of fluids running down her thighs turned into a steady flow, dripping to the floor in rhythmic splatters that made the puddle beneath her trembling feet grow larger.
Anna was lost.
Her hands stayed crushed against her mouth, but the moans could no longer be fully contained: they escaped in desperate, broken fragments, "¡mmphhh…! ¡nnghh…! ¡ahhh…!" muffled against her own palms. Hot, abundant tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat soaking her neck, cleavage, and strands of hair plastered to her forehead. Her glassy, unfocused eyes remained locked on the kitchen doorway, waiting for the moment Rina would cross the threshold and see her: bent over like a bitch in heat, her little brother's cock buried balls-deep, fucking her mercilessly while her pussy gushed uncontrollably.
But no one entered.
No one saw her.
And that was destroying her more than anything.
Hiro felt Anna's orgasm approaching again, more violent than the last. Her pussy spasmed brutally around his cock, squeezing as if trying to milk him, gushing more fluids with every thrust. He sped up even more, losing any remaining control: his hips slammed against Anna's ass with dull force, the **CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP** echoing like lashes in the silent kitchen. One hand slid up to grab one of her breasts over the blouse, pinching the nipple viciously while the other stayed clamped on her hip, guiding her backward to take every blow to the hilt.
Anna came without being able to stop it.
Her entire body arched backward like a bow drawn to its limit. A choked scream escaped between her fingers—"¡mmmmphhhh…!"—as her pussy contracted in brutal waves around Hiro's cock. Hot, abundant squirts erupted from her, soaking both their thighs, dripping to the floor in audible splatters. Her legs gave out completely; only Hiro's hands kept her upright as she shook violently, the orgasm ripping through her from toes to scalp in endless pulses.
Hiro didn't stop.
He kept fucking her through the climax, prolonging it, making every contraction of her pussy more intense, more painfully pleasurable. Anna sobbed against her hands, tears and snot mixing, her body convulsing uncontrollably as he kept thrusting in and out without mercy.
And then his own limit arrived.
Hiro let out a low, guttural growl that vibrated against Anna's neck. His thrusts turned erratic, shorter, deeper. He felt his balls tighten, the pressure rising from the base to the tip. With one final brutal push, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside her.
Spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum flooded Anna's pussy, pumping straight against her cervix. Hiro stayed still, trembling, emptying himself completely as his cock throbbed inside her still-contracting walls. The excess semen leaked out around the edges, mixing with Anna's fluids and slowly dripping down her thighs in thick white strands.
Neither of them moved for long seconds.
Silence returned to the kitchen, broken only by their ragged breathing and the faint sizzling of the forgotten pan.
From the living room, not a single comment. No footsteps. No giggles. Nothing.
Rina and Yuria remained on the sofa, pretending they hadn't heard a thing… or perhaps silently enjoying the show they knew was taking place.
Hiro slowly pulled out, his cock emerging with a wet, obscene sound. Another gush of mixed semen and fluids spilled from Anna's open, pulsing pussy onto the floor. She stayed bent over the counter, trembling, legs weak, tears still falling, her body exhausted and sated at the same time.
Hiro leaned over her back, kissed her sweaty nape softly, and whispered in her ear:
"No one found out, nee-san… not yet."
Anna let out a choked sob, half relief, half frustration.
But in the back of her mind, a treacherous little voice was already beginning to whisper:
*Next time… I want them to come in.*
Hiro smiled against her skin.
Breakfast was cold.
But the loving family had just leveled up again.
And Anna… Anna could never go back.