Chapter 27 — Family Time. (1)

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 — Family Time. (1)

Rebecca and Alexia stood frozen in the doorway, both of them looking like they had just stumbled out of bed.

Rebecca had lazily pulled on an oversized t-shirt, but she hadn’t bothered with anything else—the distinct, hardened shapes of her nipples poked clearly through the soft cotton, proving she was completely bare underneath.

Alexia hadn’t bothered with a shirt at all, wearing only a pair of cute, sheer white lace panties that clung tightly to her wet, swollen pussy lips, the fabric pressing so deeply into her cleft that the dark slit was plainly visible.

Both sisters stood entirely paralyzed, their faces burning bright red and their breathing hitching.

The raw shock of seeing their mother pinned down, spread-eagled, and utterly railed by their brother—combined with the shameless, echoing sounds of their mother’s obscene moans filling the room—sent an immediate, burning wave of heat straight between their own legs.

Arthur flashed them a wicked, unapologetic grin, his hips never missing a beat as he drove deep into his mother’s slick heat.

"Good morning, sisters," Arthur greeted smoothly, his voice dripping with playful malice.

The casual greeting snapped Rebecca and Alexia out of their initial trance.

They instantly flinched, instinctively dropping their gazes toward the floor as if they had suddenly found the carpet fascinating.

But the spell was far too strong; within seconds, their eyes drifted right back up, glued helplessly to the frantic, raw display on the bed as though it were a hypnotizing spectacle they simply couldn’t look away from.

"M-morning, Art," Rebecca stammered, keeping her head tilted downward while sneaking hungry, wide-eyed peeks from beneath her lashes.

"Good morning, big brother..." Alexia whispered, looking entirely dazed.

She held a hand up near her face with her fingers slightly parted over her eyes, creating the perfect viewing angle to drink in every single wet, rhythmic collision happening right in front of her.

Enjoying the sweet torture on his sisters’ faces, Arthur decided to dial the intensity up a notch.

Without sliding out, he hooked his hands under Amelia’s knees, hoisting her up and shifting her position until she was sitting right on his lap, completely impaled on his thick shaft.

He pulled her back against his chest, leaning her head onto his shoulder while prying her legs even wider apart.

Her tongue lolled limply out of her mouth, her eyes glazed over as she drifted deep in a heavy, blissful haze of continuous pleasure.

"Kiss~ kiss~ kiss me..., Art~." she whimpered, her voice a desperate, breathy plea.

Arthur grinned and readily obliged. Cupping the back of her head, he captured her parted lips, sweeping his tongue straight into her warm mouth to meet hers.

He sucked and played with her slippery tongue in a deeply intimate, wet dance, their mouths colliding with sloppy, smacking sounds that muffled the high-pitched moans vibrating straight from her chest.

Slurrrp... mmmph...

Across the room, Rebecca and Alexia let out simultaneous, shaky gasps, their hands instantly dropping to their own soaking panties as they watched the shameless display of affection.

When Arthur finally broke the kiss, leaving a glistening string of saliva connecting their lips, he turned his attention toward the doorway.

Rebecca and Alexia were a complete mess. Their faces were flushed a burning, vivid crimson, and their breathing came in short, ragged gasps.

Both of them were fidgeting frantically, their thighs pressed tightly together as they squirmed and rubbed there thighs together, desperately trying to soothe the fierce, unbearable ache throbbing between their legs.

Arthur wore a soft, innocent smile that looked terrifyingly like the grin of a wicked, manipulative devil.

With his mother still impaled on his lap, heavily panting against his shoulder, he tilted his head.

"What brings you here so early in the morning, dear sisters?"

Arthur asked smoothly, his tone dripping with false innocence—completely acting as though he hadn’t been the one broadcasting the deafening, shameless sounds that woke the entire house.

Rebecca swallowed hard, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she tried desperately to inject a note of casual normalcy into her quivering voice.

"I... I heard Mom scream from my room, so I was worried and came to check," Rebecca managed to say, though her chest heaved with every word.

Alexia nodded vigorously right beside her, eager to back up the excuse.

"That’s right! We were worried about her," she blurted out, her voice pitching slightly higher with nervous tension.

Despite their declarations of sisterly concern, neither of their eyes could manage to stay on Arthur’s face.

Both of them were utterly transfixed, their dilated gazes locked hungrily downward on the thick, slick length of his cock as it rhythmically slid in and out of their mother’s soaking, abused pussy hole with every shift of his hips.

Arthur’s smile widened into a predatory, knowing grin.

He let out a soft, low chuckle that vibrated right through the woman sitting in his lap.

"Then what are you doing just standing over there?"

Arthur asked, his voice dripping with smooth, tempting invitation.

"Come here and check on her. See for yourselves if she’s alright."

Rebecca and Alexia froze.

For a single, agonizing second, hesitation held them in place.

They looked at each other, their wide, lust-filled eyes silently communicating the forbidden temptation pulling at them.

The heavy, musky scent of arousal in the room was suffocating, and the wet, rhythmic sounds of their mother being thoroughly filled echoed like a drumbeat in their ears.

With trembling breaths and clear, unconcealed anticipation written all over their flushed faces, they finally stepped forward into the room.

Rebecca and Alexia crossed the remaining distance to the bed, their knees sinking into the mattress as they began to crawl forward on all fours toward the entangled pair.

With every movement, the oversized t-shirt slipped slightly on Rebecca’s shoulders, while Alexia’s sheer white lace panties offered a completely uninhibited view of her quivering, soaked cleft.

They stopped right at the edge of the mattress, sitting back on their heels with flushed, burning faces, their breathing ragged and shallow as the heat radiating from Arthur and their mother washed over them.