The video call connects.
On screen, the older sister is on all fours in some hotel room, getting railed hard from behind by a random gym-bro type. The camera shakes with every thrust; wet slaps and her broken moans fill the speakers.
Older sister (panting, hair stuck to her face):
"Hey, little sis… how's Daddy's cock treating you today?"
Younger sister (still naked on the ruined penthouse bed, cum leaking between her thighs):
"Big news… Daddy's marrying another woman next month. She's already pregnant. That means… we're getting a brother."
The second the word "brother" leaves her mouth, the older sister's eyes go wide. Her whole body locks up; she screams into the pillow, pussy visibly spasming as she squirts in a violent arc that soaks the guy's jeans and the carpet beneath them.
Random guy (startled, pulling out):
"What the fuck—?!"
He grabs his clothes and bolts, door slamming behind him.
Older sister collapses forward, trembling, cum and squirt dripping off her chin. She finally catches her breath and looks back at the screen, eyes glowing with the exact same heart-shaped obsession.
Older sister (voice hoarse):
"Is that true? We're really getting a brother?"
Younger sister nods frantically, already rubbing her clit again.
"Yes… and I'm already so wet for him…"
Both sisters moan in unison, staring at each other through the phone, fingers moving faster.
Older sister: "I can't wait… I need him inside me the second he walks through the door…"
Younger sister: "Same… we'll share him, right?"
They both nod, lost in the fantasy, and the call ends with both of them still touching themselves, whispering "brother… brother…" like a prayer until they pass out in their separate beds, dripping and dreaming of the same cock they haven't even met yet.The billionaire's phone buzzes on the nightstand.
He answers with a lazy smirk. "Hey, honey. What's up?"
His wife's voice comes through, low and dripping with satisfaction:
"I met our new stepson today… and let's just say he's perfect."
He raises an eyebrow. "Already?"
"Twice," she purrs. "I told him your cock was tiny and you finish in thirty seconds. Then I climbed on his lap in the back row of the theater and let him fill me up while the credits rolled."
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest.
"My cock is tiny, huh? Short duration?"
"Exactly," she teases. "So tonight, husband… you're going to fuck me until I forget I ever said that. Until I can't remember any cock but yours."
He's already hard, loosening his tie with one hand.
"Bring it on, baby. I'm going to ruin that pretty pussy so thoroughly you'll be leaking me for a week. Be ready when I get home."
She laughs, breath hitching with anticipation.
"I was born ready."
They both hang up at the same time, grinning like predators.
The night ahead is going to be a war of orgasms, and neither of them plans on losing.I wake up rock-hard, the usual morning ache throbbing between my legs. On my way to the shower I pass the laundry basket in the hallway. Mom's and big sis's clothes are piled on top, still warm from last night.
I fish out Mom's black lace panties first (completely soaked, the crotch stiff with dried cum and fresh wetness). I press the slick fabric against my cock, rubbing slow circles, letting my pre-cum mix with hers. The scent hits me like a drug.
Then I grab big sister's pink cotton pair (still carrying her sweet, musky smell). I bury my face in them, inhaling deep while I stroke faster, the soaked lace of Mom's panties gliding over my shaft.
It doesn't take long. A few minutes of that perfect, filthy combination (Mom's juices slicking me up, big sis's scent filling my lungs) and I'm groaning into the cotton, shooting thick ropes all over Mom's already-ruined panties.
Satisfied, I drop both pairs back into the basket exactly as I found them (now even messier), and step into the shower with a grin, letting the hot water wash away the evidence… knowing they'll both notice later and smile when they do.