Rachel lay there panting, eyes glazed, mouth open, her whole body buzzing with the aftermath of near-orgasm. Her pussy glistened, soaked, trembling.
Now she was ready.
I let her legs unwrap from my face, gently pried her trembling thighs apart, and slowly raised myself from between them, my lips still wet with her taste. Her scent clung to my mouth, musky and sharp, intoxicating.
I stood beside the bed, glancing down.
My cock was painfully hard, red at the tip, glistening with a sheen of her arousal mixed with my saliva. It looked even thicker now—engorged, twitching, veins prominent, hunger carved into every rigid inch.
"Okay…" I murmured to myself.
I climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight. Rachel didn't move—her hands gripped the sheets so tightly the knuckles were pale, her legs loose but tense at the joints, as though she were forcing herself not to recoil. Her chest rose and fell in quick little gasps, breasts heaving in rhythm with her nerves.
I kneeled between her thighs and lifted her legs, draping them over mine, spreading them wide so her pussy was fully exposed to me again. Her folds glistened, parted slightly, twitching with sensitivity. She was wet—wet enough to take me—but still tight, still untouched. The red haze of lust behind my eyes pulsed stronger despite myself, and I guided the thick head of my cock to her entrance.
The heat of her cunt met me like an embrace.
I rubbed the tip against her slick slit. Letting it glide back and forth, dragging through her folds. Her juices clung to my shaft, coating me. I pressed the crown against her clit now and then, just to tease, to slick every inch of myself before entry.
"Umnn…" Rachel whimpered, voice soft but strained, her legs twitching. Her body jerked slightly each time the tip grazed her clit or nudged at her tight opening, and she shuddered beneath me like I was torturing her with each slow pass. But I had to—lubricate, ready her, stretch her ever so slightly. This couldn't be rushed, even now.
Still, time wasn't on our side.
When I felt the head of my cock fully drenched in her slick, I paused, pressing just barely at her entrance, not yet pushing, only positioning. I looked up at her.
Rachel's eyes were tightly shut, jaw clenched, trembling fingers still gripping the sheets. Her chest heaved.
"It's going to hurt," I warned her. "It's your first time, so hold it in. If you scream, your sister will hear."
She gave the smallest nod, biting her lip so hard I saw blood rise to the surface.
I gritted my teeth and took a long breath. No more hesitation. No more slow games.
Then I thrust.
"NNGHhhhh!!" Rachel's entire body jolted as my cock speared into her, the scream bursting from her mouth before she could stop it—eyes flying open in shock, lips parted in a cry of pain.
Her pussy was hot and very tight, her muscles clenching instinctively to push me out—but I didn't let her. I pressed forward, inch by inch, driving deeper, tearing through her virginity in one decisive motion.
"AGHNN!! NOO—HMNNFF!!" She wailed, eyes wide, face twisted in pain.
I clamped my hand over her mouth, silencing her before her cry could echo beyond the walls.
My hips bucked again—one hard thrust—and I was all the way inside her, buried to the hilt. Her virgin walls swallowed me, spasming around my cock as it pulsed inside her deepest part. Her hymen was gone, blood warm and slick where I entered, dripping down along the shaft, smearing between our thighs.
"Mnghh!!" Rachel cried into my palm, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her back arched against me, legs wrapping tightly around my waist without thought, gripping me like a lifeline, like she didn't know what else to do.
I paused there, completely sheathed inside her, feeling her walls constricting in agony around my length. Her body was trembling uncontrollably beneath me.
Then I pulled my hand away slowly.
"Haaah… aah… aah…" Rachel gasped, breath broken, eyes half-lidded and hazy. Her face was red, wet, sweat beading along her forehead. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly behind her bra.
I stayed still, letting her body adjust, my cock twitching inside her. The pressure around me was unbearable—hot, wet, tight to the point of madness. Every second inside her like this was a fight not to cum on the spot randomly. I had to do it at once at perfect timing to reach deep inside her.
"I'm going to start moving," I said, panting softly.
She didn't reply—still lost in the haze of the first time, her mind floating somewhere between pain and stunned disbelief.
But I couldn't wait. I had to release inside her—to let my seed flood her womb, to push the cure deep where it mattered. I needed to fuck her, no matter how tight, no matter how fragile she felt beneath me.
I began to move.
Slowly, carefully, I pulled back halfway, her pussy clinging to me every inch of the way, and saw blood glistening on my cock as I withdrew—her blood, staining both of us with the reality of what had just happened.
Then I pushed forward again.
"Ughhnn!" Rachel grunted, jerking as I re-entered. The pain hadn't left—it only dulled slightly, washed over by the stretch of my cock inside her again.
But now her body was starting to learn the rhythm.
Her muscles twitched around me. Still resisting. Still shocked. But yielding.
I pulled back again, just a little more this time. Her breath hitched. I slid in deeper again, slower, watching her face.
"Ughn!"
Another grunt, softer this time. Her hands didn't clutch the sheets so tightly anymore. Her legs still held my waist, but not as rigidly.
I picked up the pace.
One stroke. Then another. In, out. Her wetness helped. Her blood slicked the way. My cock moved in her with short thrusts now, steady, slow, not rough—but firm. Controlled.
Her walls gripped me tighter with every stroke.
"Uhn! Uhn~ughnnn…mnn~"
Rachel's breaths were shallow, almost tremulous, her moans trying—failing—to stay suppressed. That effort, that resistance, made it hotter. Her lips parted as she bit the corner of her mouth, cheeks flushed and damp with heat, her voice catching in her throat each time my hips met hers. Her thighs trembled around my waist, not resisting but pliant, fluttering with every thrust that pressed deeper into her. That black bra, taut across her chest, framed her breasts so cruelly it made me wild—made me hungry. Every soft bounce of them when I moved, every faint shudder of the fabric, stoked my arousal higher, higher, until it bloomed into something savage behind my ribs.
She had surrendered—completely. Given her body over to me, trembling and slick, vulnerable and so unbelievably warm beneath me. I was doing everything to her. And she welcomed it with open thighs and helpless cries.
God, it felt too good.
Unreal.
I gritted my teeth and drove my hips harder against hers, the sound of our bodies meeting growing louder, wetter, her juices slick across my cock. She whimpered again—"Hagnn! Ughn! Umhnn! Hahgnn!"—a crescendo of desperate little cries that told me she was right on the brink. So was I.
It was her first time—her body barely able to process the avalanche of sensation, pleasure and pain tangled so tightly she didn't know where one ended and the other began. Her legs wrapped weakly around my hips, knees bending, then sagging again. She was clinging to the edge of consciousness, tears glittering at the corners of her eyes.
And then—
Knock!
"Sister?"
Rebecca's voice.
Fuck.
Rachel gasped, a soft panicked "Hmghn!" escaping her lips, eyes going wide. The heat between us didn't vanish—it sharpened, like a wire pulling tighter around my throat. I could see the terror flash in Rachel's face, her mind snapping back into lucidity even as her body still twitched and bucked from the aftershocks of my last thrust. She was overwhelmed. And I was still inside her.
Rebecca's voice again, hesitant, worried: "Sister, are you alright?"
I clamped my hand over Rachel's mouth, heart hammering. I couldn't stop. My cock throbbed, buried deep inside her wet heat. It would've hurt to stop now, would've driven me insane.
Rachel whimpered behind my hand, a muffled, "Mnffh~Mnfff! Mnnff…Mngh!" escaping around my fingers. Her body squirmed beneath me—small movements, desperate, but not to flee. She couldn't.
"S—Sister? I am entering—"
"No, stop her," I said, my lips brushing Rachel's ear. Her wide eyes turned to me, pale with panic. I pulled my hand away from her mouth just long enough—
"I—I aah~ am fine, Rebecca, mghn! J—Just don't enter now, I am still…nngh…spea…king!" Rachel blurted out in a breathless, stuttering rush, her voice breaking with the effort to keep the truth from escaping between her moans.
A pause.
Then, mercifully: "Okay…"
We listened, holding our breath—except for Rachel's shaky gasps—until the retreating footsteps were swallowed by silence again.
Something snapped inside me. My restraint shattered. It was like a damn broke behind my eyes. My body moved on pure instinct, hammering into her now with raw, relentless hunger.
I had to release it now.
I thrust harder, faster, every motion making her cry out again.
"Ahaan! Hmngh! S..slow down—hmnn!" Rachel begged, weak hands pushing against my chest. But I was already gone, unable to stop. I slapped my hand over her mouth again, muffling her as my hips pistoned forward, deep, hard, grinding against her inner walls.
"I—I'm getting finished," I growled, barely able to hear my own voice over the pounding in my ears.
Her eyes rolled back again, mouth wide beneath my hand, her moans sticky and wet against my palm. Her spit clung to my fingers as she trembled, her whole body convulsing under me. And I was still staring—staring at her bra, at those beautiful breasts I hadn't touched yet. I hadn't needed to for this to work, but fuck, I wanted them. I needed them now.
My control was gone.
"C-Can I take your bra off?" I asked hoarsely, my voice cracking. My honesty leaked out—my weakness.
Rachel blinked, trying to focus, her lips parting—but before she could answer, I reached out, fingers gripping the edge of the bra and tearing it open, the clasps snapping with a harsh metallic sound.
"Hmn!" She cried out, louder now as her breasts spilled free.
And fuck. They were gorgeous. Full and heaving, D-cups flushed pink with heat, her nipples erect and begging for attention. I leaned down, lips locking around her left nipple as I thrust into her at the same time.
Her body jerked. "UMhnnnn!!"
And that was it.
My orgasm hit me like a punch, a wave of heat and pressure bursting from my core as I buried myself as deep as I could inside her and came—thick ropes of cum jetting out of me like a pulse, shooting into her over and over again, the heat of it splashing her walls, filling her womb.
My body arched, trembling with the force of it, my teeth grazing her nipple as I groaned into her chest.
Rachel's climax hit just seconds after. Her back arched like a drawn bow, her thighs locking around me, body shaking violently as her pussy clenched and milked every drop from me, squeezing, sucking, her walls fluttering in aftershocks that left us both gasping.
When she collapsed back into the bed, she looked undone. Her mouth open, drooling onto the pillow, her eyes dazed and half-lidded, sweat glistening on her flushed cheeks. Her body twitched beneath me, nipples still stiff and glistening with spit, her chest rising and falling in desperate, erratic pants.
I pulled my hand from her mouth, and a long, broken moan slid free of her lips.
My own breath caught. I looked down at her, then back at my cock, still twitching inside her, seed leaking out around it.
My throat was dry. I swallowed hard, eyes still glued to the mess I'd made of her.
It felt…better than with Emily.
Maybe it was the way Rachel had surrendered to me. Maybe it was how fragile she looked, spent and trembling beneath me.
Or not.
I knew why it felt so good.
I looked at my hand and clenched into a fist.
I felt so strong and powerful….
Much more than when I did it with Emily.
How is that possible?