Accidentally i fucked my older sister (Pt 2)
The second my cock sank into her I felt how wet and tight she was. She jerked hard and twisted around, eyes huge with pure shock.
“Bro—?!”
My body didn’t listen to the word. My hips snapped forward on pure instinct—once, twice, three hard thrusts deep into her before my brain finally caught up. The wet sound of it was sickeningly clear in the quiet storeroom. Then we both froze.
She pushed herself upright fast. My cock slipped out of her with a soft, filthy sound and slapped wetly against my stomach. We stood there facing each other, both breathing hard. Her kameez was still hiked up around her waist. My shorts were around my thighs. My cock—shiny with her —stood rigid between us.
Her face was pale. She stared at it, then at my face, then back at it.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice was low and shaking. “Why are you naked? Why… why did you just—?”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. The guilt hit like a punch to the chest. My own sister. Married. Standing in front of me with my pre-cum already starting to drip from her.
Before either of us could say another word the storeroom door creaked wider.
The maid stepped in carrying a pile of towels.
She stopped dead.
Her eyes went from my exposed cock, still wet and hard, to sis's bare lower half, to the shiny trail on sis's inner thigh, then back to my face. The towels slipped from her hands and hit the floor.
No one spoke.
The silence was thick and ugly. Outside, somewhere in the house, Mom's footsteps moved around. A cupboard opened. Closed.
Sis yanked her kameez down so hard the fabric almost tore. I scrambled to pull my shorts up, shoving my cock inside even though it was still painfully hard and coated with her. The maid just stood there, mouth slightly open, staring.
sis's voice came out tight and dangerous.
“Get out.”
The maid blinked, then bent down, grabbed the towels without looking at either of us, and backed out of the room so fast she almost tripped. The door shut behind her with a soft click.
The moment she was gone sis turned on me. Her eyes were wet but her face was hard.
“You… you pushed inside me.” Her voice cracked. “Three times. I felt it. What the hell is wrong with you?”
I couldn’t meet her eyes. The smell of sex was still in the air. My shorts were damp where my cock pressed against them. Guilt sat heavy in my throat, mixed with the sick knowledge that for those three thrusts I had felt how good she was and my body had wanted more.
“I thought you were her,” I said finally, the words sounding pathetic even to me. “The maid. I saw… and I just…”
“You just what?” She stepped closer, voice rising before she forced it back down to a harsh whisper. “You just decided to fuck whoever was bent over in here? I’m your sister. I’m married. He left just twenty minutes ago and you—you stuck your cock in me.”
She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead, breathing fast. “She saw us. The maid saw everything. Do you understand what that means?”
I did. The image of the maid’s face—shocked, knowing—kept looping in my head. One word from her to anyone and the whole house would explode.
Her hands were shaking. She wiped the inside of her thigh with the edge of her kameez, face twisting when she felt how wet she still was. The motion made something dark and guilty twist in my stomach.
“This never happened,” she said, not looking at me. “Do you hear me? Never. If that girl says anything I’ll deny it. You’ll deny it. We were… fighting. Or something. I don’t care what story we use. Just never again. Stay away from me.”
She moved past me toward the door, then stopped with her hand on the handle. Her back was still to me.
“And put some clothes on properly before you walk out of here. You still smell like… that.”
She left.
I stood alone in the storeroom, cock still half-hard inside my shorts, the taste of pure wrongness thick in my mouth. Outside I heard the maid’s soft footsteps hurrying down the hall, then sis's voice calling for Mummy in a tone that tried too hard to sound normal.
Nothing felt normal anymore.