Chapter 224: Two Sisters Sharing Everything
The air in the room grew thick and feverish in an instant, filled with the lust-laden moans and ragged breaths of a man and a woman.
Ruth, no longer flustered, could distinctly feel this pervasive heat herself. Seeing her younger sister’s alluring demeanor and her son-in-law’s excited face, a pang of inexplicable jealousy unexpectedly stirred within her.
Influenced by the alcohol, she abruptly snatched up a nightgown and stuffed it into her sister’s flushed mouth, panting as she scolded, "You little slut. Who would have guessed you’re like this normally? If you keep screaming like that, you’ll wake the entire household."
Seeing that his Mother-in-law had been successfully brainwashed, Luis smirked in triumph and vigorously kneaded her breasts.
Mother-in-law Ruth let out a soft moan, melting limply into her son-in-law’s embrace. She hit Luis with some force, chiding coyly, "You little lecher... Now you’ve taken every advantage there is to take..."
After saying this, she struggled to get up, adding with a hint of that jealousy, "Hurry up and finish. Mom will wait for you outside."
"No," Luis held her tighter, gazing at his mother-in-law’s utterly dazed expression. "It’s more thrilling with you here, Mom."
His lower body continued thrusting in and out of his aunt’s increasingly burning pussy, while both his hands busied themselves grasping and kneading his mother-in-law’s full, ample breasts, his fingers pinching her now hardened little nipples.
"You little rascal... you... don’t go too far..."
Under the dual assault of alcohol and desire, Ruth knew her rationality wouldn’t last much longer. Especially here, in her son-in-law’s arms, being caressed by him, her already restless body found its simmering arousal becoming utterly unbearable.
Luis lowered his head and began obscenely licking her lips, unable to conceal his excitement. "Mom, it’s you I want to fuck the most..."
"Mom, you smell so wonderful... so sweet."
"Ah...! Little rascal, stop groping me...!!"
Luis’s hand could no longer be restrained. It traveled down her lower abdomen. Ruth’s small hand caught his, but her grip was so feeble it instantly revealed her resistance was merely a token of modesty.
The man’s rough, intruding hand unceremoniously slipped into her panties, meeting a startling wetness; even the fabric of her underwear was nearly soaked through.
"Mom, just watching me fuck Auntie gets you this worked up? You’re practically flooding down here!"
Her beautiful, hairless pussy was already stirred with passion. Luis didn’t hold back, using his fingers to meticulously tease and play with it. Ruth whimpered, a moan threatening to escape her control, and Luis seized the chance to kiss her.
Alcohol and lust had already shattered her reason. Her mother-in-law’s tender tongue met his, engaging in a fervent, tangled dance with her son-in-law’s. Her eyes, already glazed over, closed, abandoning any pretense of modest resistance.
She even parted her legs, granting her son-in-law easier access to play with that shameful place. Her own hands roamed over his solid physique, restlessly stroking his skin.
Holding his mother-in-law in his arms, fondling her body, while simultaneously thrusting into her own younger sister—this sent Luis into a frenzy of excitement. The mature woman’s frantic panting and the suppressed, sob-like hums ringing in his ears saturated every corner of the room with an intense, carnal atmosphere.
"Mmh...!"
Suddenly, Eloise’s entire body convulsed, her back arching. Her hands flailed weakly, one clutching her older sister’s thigh, the other gripping Luis’s arm with considerable force.
It was immediately clear this was the onset of an orgasm. Luis first released his mother-in-law, then gripped his aunt’s waist and thrust into her with powerful, deep strokes. Amidst her stifled whimpers, her voluptuous body finally stiffened.
Her scorching vagina contracted in a series of powerful, rhythmic clenches, followed by a gush of scalding fluid that sprayed onto Luis’s glans as she collapsed, utterly spent.
Eloise let out a long, relieved sigh, her teeth still clenched on the nightgown as she gasped weakly. Drenched in fragrant sweat, with her hair wildly disheveled, she presented an image of extreme, decadent allure.
Watching the satisfied, seductive expression on her sister’s face at the moment of climax, her body still twitching sporadically, Ruth felt an incredibly intense shockwave of emotion.
Her own body felt unbearably hot and itchy between her legs. Breathing rapidly, she thought about how intensely her sister had reacted, seeming even more starved for it than she was. She wondered just how long it had been since her sister had been touched by a man.
As Ruth was lost in these thoughts, she suddenly felt a coolness between her legs.
Her last piece of covering—a sexy, lace-style purple pair of panties—was now a trophy in her son-in-law’s hand, torn into a wet, ragged strip of cloth.
"Mom, next time, in better lighting, I’ll come appreciate this view again. It’ll surely be even more exquisite then."
Luis was breathing heavily, pausing his movements. One hand remained kneading her full, captivating breasts. He licked her lips and said, "Mom, wait for me a moment. Auntie came hard; I need to make sure she’s thoroughly satisfied."
"Mom’s not leaving... alright? It’s the middle of the night, where could I possibly go?"
Ruth lay pliantly against her son-in-law, her eyes seductive as spring as she watched her sister in the throes of orgasm. Gritting her teeth, she realized she herself was now completely naked.
Truthfully, they hadn’t yet crossed the final line into full intercourse with her son-in-law. The shameful part was that she wasn’t entirely innocent either, for they had done everything except that final penetration.
This included acts she’d never tried with her husband, like oral climax and swallowing his cum. Not only had her son-in-law’s tongue brought her to repeated, shuddering peaks, but she had also experienced the sensation of a ’poison dragon’.
One could say the level of intimacy between her and her son-in-law had, to a certain extent, even surpassed that of a typical married couple.
And seeing her sister now—hair a mess, face content, legs splayed weakly with her son-in-law’s cock still buried inside her, her curvaceous body trembling intermittently, her large breasts rising and falling with her ragged breaths—Ruth, as a woman, knew exactly how satisfied she was. She couldn’t even imagine the depth of pleasure her sister was feeling.
The two sisters had always shared everything. Though they’d grown somewhat distant due to the busyness of their respective family lives, and there were minor rifts because of their husbands’ issues, it hadn’t damaged the profound bond between them.
They discussed not just trivial matters, but even the intimate details of their marital beds. The breakdown of Ruth’s marriage was plain to see.
Her younger sister, Eloise, hadn’t had it easy either. Her wedding night was her first time, and it was nearly a violation by her drunken husband, leaving only painful memories.
After pregnancy and giving birth to her daughter, the couple’s feelings cooled completely. They had long since slept in separate rooms.
The main reason was Logan, who was over a decade older than her, being old-fashioned and lacking any sense of romance. Forget about flirting, teasing, or foreplay—even using his mouth to kiss her breasts was an extreme rarity.
Her sister had even confided bitterly that Logan’s personality was too rigid. Not just their sex life, but even their daily routines were often filled with arguments and conflict.
Furthermore, Logan had been physically weak since childhood. The treasured eldest grandson of his family, he was also something of a sickly individual, and even now was still undergoing treatments to regulate his health.
In the first two years of marriage, they’d managed to have sex every few days, but after the child was born, their physical relationship had essentially ceased.
When the sisters spoke of these things, they would sigh over each other’s misfortunes, and had even privately encouraged each other to consider having an affair.
After all, living like widows was both a physical torment and a psychological injustice.
However, Eloise was traditional, introverted, and hone honest, she certainly lacked the nerve for it. Ruth, at least, enjoyed playing cards to pass the time, so the idea hadn’t materialized for her either.
Remembering her sister’s suffering, and seeing the hint of tears glistening in the corners of her satisfied eyes, Ruth—who was never one for excessive bashfulness or affectation herself—gritted her teeth, gave her son-in-law a push, and said, "Go on. Let your aunt enjoy herself properly."
"Yes!"