Page 60 of Not Falling for the Forward
“So fucking wet,” I grit through my teeth.
I slip my finger in and out, both of us watching the motion.
“Please, Jack,” Emily begs. She sounds like she is starved for me and it’s my undoing. I drop to my knees and put her legs over my shoulders. I dip my head between her legs and circle her clit with my tongue, replacing my one finger with two, I pump wildly inside her. It doesn’t take long before she is shaking and starting to tighten around me.
“Yes, Jack! Fuck!” she cries as she coats my hand in her orgasm.
I don’t give her time to recover, desperate to be inside her.
My lips find hers in desperate kisses, which she returns just as fiercely.
I pull back, pulling my sweats down to release my aching cock. I fist it and pump a couple of times, desperate for some friction. Emily licks her lips, watching me as I do. I take the condom out of my pocket and slide it on. Emily smirks at me, “Always have them in your pocket, do you?”
I line up with her entrance and slowly slide in. I pull her head to the side and whisper in her ear, “I’ll have them on me at all times when I’m with you, Emily. Because if I’m not inside you, I’ll be waiting for the next time I can be inside you and I won’t be denied your pussy just because I forgot something as simple as a condom.”
Her groan is my reply.
I grab her hips and start to move inside her. She leans back on her hands giving me access to her nipples, which I take into my mouthand suck. Her moans are hypnotising, they’re the only sound I want to hear for the rest of my life. They’re the only sound I can currently hear.
Which is why I don’t hear the front door slam.
Or the footsteps coming towards the open kitchen door.
It’s why I don’t hear my sister enter the room until she shrieks, “What the fuck! Noooo!!!” Her shout is followed by lots of mumbles that sound like ‘Why?’ and ‘I don’t deserve this.’ As she exits the room.
I had instinctively pulled Emily closer to me to cover her from sight when I heard the banshee screaming and I release her now. Her hands cover her face. I pull them away, and study her. Tears glisten in her eyes in mortification and she is the colour of a beetroot. “Are you okay?” I ask as I pull her shirt together and start to button it for her.
She looks down at herself to where my now softening cock is still inside her and her shoulders start to shake. Her eyes crinkle at the sides and she slaps a hand over her mouth just in time to stifle the howl of laughter behind it. My worry for her evaporates and we fall into a fit of giggles, like we’re two teenagers that have been caught doing something they shouldn’t.
I pick Emily up off the counter and right myself in my pants. I hold her close and ask into her hair, “So is now a good time to meet my sister? Orrr?” She just giggles again.
“I think we should check she’s okay,” she says into my chest.
“Checkshe’sokay?” I grumble, “She just cock-blocked me in my own kitchen!”
“Poor baby,” she says as she pulls back and pats me on the arm. “I’ll make it up to you later. But right now, I think we may have traumatised your sister.”
I follow Emily out into the living room where Aimee is face down on the couch. Her noise cancelling headphones are over her ears, theymust be why she didn’t hear us when she walked in, we weren’t exactly being quiet. I prod her leg with my foot. She rolls to face us, taking her headphones off.
“Finished?” she asks, sitting up.
“No, actually, thanks for th—oof,” Emily elbows me in the ribs scowling and cutting off my reply. “Ouch,” I say, rubbing the sore spot. She just smiles up at me sweetly.
We both turn to Aimee who has now sat up and is looking at us with a small smile on her face. “I’m sorry I walked in on you,” she says and then groans and puts her head in her hands as if reliving the experience. “I’ll be sorry about that for the rest of my life, I think.”
“It’s okay,” Emily replies for the both of us. “Seems like you got the short end of the stick to be honest, having to see your brother like that. Yikes.”
“Thanks…” I say, rolling my eyes.
“No. I like seeing you like that,” she says, stroking my ego. “But imagine seeing your sister, or any of your other siblings in the middle of sex…”
I meet Aimee’s stare. She’s already looking at me. Our eye contact breaks and we both look down too quickly for it not to be suspicious.
“What am I missing?” Emily asks, looking between the two of us.
I look at Aimee letting her decide what she wants to say. She lets out a sigh, “Long story short, I am pretty big onOnlyFansand I have done a few collabs that are full films. Last year, Jack was in the changing room and someone showed him.”
She pauses for a moment, judging Emily’s reaction. I find I am too, waiting to see if she will start to call Aimee out and try to shame her for her job. Instead, she just says, “So… I guess you’re both kinda… even?”
