A guy orchestrates a break-in to fuck his mom and sister

It was a testament to how much my sister was wanting to fuck me that she didn’t even hesitate to answer, nor give any of the venomous sarcasm that she’d used all night on this guy. “3069. Would you hurry the fuck up and cut me loose?!”

Both me and my captor laughed at this. The silent partner jumped at being barked at by Rheta. “Eager beaver, indeed,” he chuckled at his own joke. “But 3069 seems like a both ridiculously random and yet oddly specific number.”

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There was a question in his statement about the number she’d given. I knew the significance (or at least, I thought I did), but clearly this guy wasn’t up on pop culture as me (even though Marvel movies were all the rage these days). Rolling her eyes at either the guy’s denseness or the snail’s pace that the silent cohort had adopted since she yelled at him, Rheta let out an exasperated sigh. “I love him 3000, and if I have to explain 69 to you, it would explain why this is the only way you can get your rocks off.” And the snark was back, as was her clear impatience at not having been cut loose yet; I think the guy cutting her loose actually shrunk away in fear from the gaze she leveled at him.

Our captor’s displeasure with Rheta’s tongue had seemed to fade as he gave a laugh at her explanation. “Not to mention, seeing his mom-who you’ve admitted to wanting to fuck-suck him off was super hot, and you’re probably just as ready to burst as he was, right?” She just gave a nonchalant shrug as an affirmative answer.

With a final snap, she was set free as she all but jumped into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck as her lips attacked my own. Whereas before her kiss had been hungry, this time it was slow and allowed for the passion to build at a more gradual rate. It was after about ten minutes of this gentle consummation of our passion that she pulled away from me. Her lips were barely an inch from my own as we tried to catch our breath, her ragged puffs bursting against my lips. “I want your arms around me, Henry.” Her voice was so low that I could barely hear it over our mutual panting. Seeming to force herself to tear away from me, she looked to our captor. “Please,” she begged. “Please, cut his arms loose. You’ve teased and toyed with us enough, we’re doing what you want, just please, let him hold me.”

I guessed the guy nodded to his silent partner as my hands were soon released, but I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of my sister’s face. Feeling my hands being freed, I immediately brought them around to hold her close to me. I ran my hand through her silky hair as my hands moved up to her face to pull her into another kiss. This one didn’t have tongue, but I could both feel and hear her moan as my fingers ran through and loosely pulled her hair.

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