The night stretched on for hours. The room was filled with the nonstop sounds of sex, wet slapping, desperate moans, and the creak of the wooden bed.
Sara had ridden Lys like a wild woman until she came multiple times. Each orgasm left her shaking and squirting until she finally collapsed on the side of the bed, completely spent. Her big breasts rose and fell slowly as she fell into a deep, satisfied sleep, a small smile still on her lips and cum leaking from her swollen pussy.
But Lys wasn't done.
He had already come twice, once deep in Sara's womb and once all over Mira's breasts, yet his cock stayed rock-hard, thick and throbbing, still hungry for more.
Now he was on top of Mira again, her small body pinned beneath him in missionary. They were both drenched in sweat, cum, and pussy juices. The sheets were soaked. Mira's red hair stuck to her face, her perky breasts shiny with spit and sweat.
Lys thrust into her hard and deep, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every stroke.
"Ahh… ahh… brother… please…" Mira begged, her voice hoarse and broken. She had already cum five times tonight. Her legs were shaking, wrapped weakly around his waist. "I can't… I can't take any more… it's too much… my pussy is so sore…"
Lys didn't slow down. He leaned down and caught one of her stiff nipples between his teeth, biting gently, then tugging it upward. Mira arched her back with a sharp cry.
"Nnghh…! Not my nipple… ahh… it feels too good when you do that…stop it, ahh…"
He sucked hard on her breast, tongue flicking the sensitive bud while his cock pounded her tiny pussy without mercy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room every time he bottomed out. Her juices and his earlier cum made everything slippery and messy. Each thrust pushed more of the mixed fluids out of her, dripping down to the bed.
"You're still so tight," Lys groaned against her breast. "Even after all night… your pussy keeps sucking me in."
Mira's eyes were glassy with tears of pleasure. "Because… because it's you… only you… but please… I'm going to break… finish inside me… I can't cum again…"
Lys growled and sped up, fucking her even harder. The bed banged against the wall. Mira's small body bounced under him, her breasts jiggling wildly. She clawed at his back, leaving red marks as he kept pounding her.
"Brother… I'm cumming… again… ahhhhh…!!"
Her fourth orgasm hit her like lightning. Her pussy clamped down so hard that Lys almost couldn't move. Hot liquid squirted around his cock, soaking his stomach and thighs. Mira's whole body convulsed, her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolled back.
Lys kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own release. He bit her other nipple, tugging it roughly while slamming deep into her.
Finally, after long minutes of relentless pounding, he buried himself to the hilt.
"I'm cumming… Mira… take it all!"
Thick, hot ropes of cum exploded inside her. So much cum that her belly visibly swelled a little. It kept pumping and pumping, spurt after spurt, until it overflowed. White cum gushed out around his cock, running down her ass and pooling on the bed.
Mira let out one last broken moan, her body twitching wildly… then she went completely limp. Her eyes fluttered shut. She had passed out from pleasure, a peaceful, exhausted smile on her flushed face.
Lys slowly pulled out. A huge flood of his cum poured from her stretched, puffy pussy. He gently laid her down beside the sleeping Sara. The bed was just big enough for the three of them.
He looked at both girls, Sara snoring softly, and Mira still twitching with aftershocks, both of them covered in his marks and his seed. Their peaceful, satisfied faces made something warm bloom in his chest.
He wasn't fully satisfied yet. His cock was still half-hard, twitching at the sight of them. Just thinking about what happens from now on, about the possibility of having them again whenever he wanted, made it throb back to full hardness.
But they needed rest.
Lys lay down between them, pulling the thin blanket over all three. He kissed Mira's forehead, then Sara's cheek.
"Goodnight," he whispered, even though the sky outside was already turning pink with dawn. "Sleep well…."
He closed his eyes, a small smile on his lips.
****
In the dark corner of another room, hidden behind the thin wall which separated both rooms, a woman sat on the cold, dirty floor.
Her back was pressed against the wall. Her legs were spread wide. Her thin nightdress was bunched up around her waist. One hand was still between her thighs, fingers shiny and dripping.
She was completely drenched in her own cum.
She had been there for hours, listening to every moan, every wet slap, every cry of her daughter screaming "brother" and "harder." She had cum so many times she lost count, biting her own arm to stay quiet.
Now her red hair was messy, her cheeks flushed, her mature and hot body trembling.
Her fingers slowly slipped out of her soaked pussy with a wet sound.
"What… what do I do from now on?" she whispered to herself, voice shaking.