My Idle System

Chapter 372: Home (4)

"I fingered myself every night pretending it was your cock…" Her voice cracked, raw and honest. "…it never felt like this."

The words landed hard.

And whatever calm had settled between them shattered instantly.

Christian didn't answer.

He moved.

In one fluid motion, he surged up from his back, pressing her down beneath him. His hands planted on either side of her head, caging her in place — possessive, protective.

Then he pushed.

His length stroked new angles inside her, sinking deeper than before. The head of his cock kissed the tight entrance of her womb — a blunt, claiming pressure that sent a shockwave ripping through her entire body.

"Ah—!"

Annabelle shattered into a moaning mess. Her composure collapsed completely; her voice broke apart into high, fractured sounds as the sensation overwhelmed her, her body giving in all over again.

Her back arched off the mattress, her legs locking tightly around his waist as if she could keep him there forever.

Her walls clenched desperately around him; greedy, fluttering spasms trying to pull him even deeper, trying to keep him exactly where he belonged.

The mattress creaked louder under the new force of his thrusts, sharp, rhythmic protests that matched the wet slap of skin on skin.

For a few seconds, he said nothing.

He just held her gaze, and fucked into her like every stroke was a promise: I'm here. I'm real. I'm never leaving again.

Then, the confession slipped out.

"I dreamed of filling my big sister every night too."

He emphasized big sister deliberately, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Annabelle's expression trembled, and something bloomed in her pleasure-glazed eyes.

Embarrassment.

Shame.

That old, buried guilt — the one that haunted her lonely nights, the one she had tried to drown beneath trembling fingers and quiet tears, rose again, hot and undeniable, even as her body welcomed him deeper.

It lingered for a heartbeat, visible in the way her gaze faltered, in the heat spreading across her flushed cheeks—

—and then it melted.

Gone beneath raw, relieved hunger.

Wet slaps echoed through the room, obscene and relentless, as Christian fucked his big sister, the one who had raised him. Each thrust forced the head of his cock against that deep, forbidden barrier, pulling broken gasps from her as her back arched harder beneath him.

"Fuck… your cunt is tighter than ever," he grunted, voice rough, strained with pleasure as her walls clenched and rippled around him, as if trying to milk him dry.

He didn't slow.

He couldn't.

A single thought held—

He would finish like this.

Burying everything inside her.

Every last drop he had held back for this moment.

Until there was no doubt left — only proof that he had come back, and this time, he wasn't leaving.

Yet — suddenly two hands wrapped around his head from behind.

They tugged gently but insistently, guiding his face back until it rested against warm, bouncy softness; Eva's breasts.

She had already recovered.

Her body still carried the afterglow, but her eyes were clear, steady, that same gentle smile resting on her lips as she looked down at him — completely at odds with the intensity of the moment.

Then she leaned in and kissed him.

Was it Annabelle's saliva still clinging to his tongue? Eva's own sweetness? Or the faint, musky trace of her love juices from before?

Christian couldn't trace the source anymore.

The flavors blurred together into one intoxicating mess that erased the edges of thought itself.

For a moment, Christian couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

And he stopped trying.

His mind slipped.

And his body followed.

Moving on instinct now.

Responding to both of them at once.

Before long, he felt it — Annabelle tightening around him again, her walls fluttering, pulling him in, her body trembling on the edge.

Then her voice—

"Fill the sister who waited for you~."

That was enough.

His cock throbbed once, violently, then exploded inside her.

The timing matched hers perfectly, her body clenching down as his spilled into her, the two of them breaking together.

Eva felt it.

She bit down lightly on his tongue, before pulling back, her attention shifting to Annabelle beneath him.

"I don't mind watching you claim her…" she murmured softly. "…but I'm dying to be next~."

Christian didn't answer.

His focus dropped fully to the woman beneath him as he emptied himself inside her, wave after wave, his voice low and rough—

"Take it. Take every drop your brother saved for you."

Annabelle's body shook beneath him, trembling, spasming as she took everything he gave. It had been too long. The sheer intensity, the overwhelming fullness, the way he flooded her completely sent her over again in a rolling, shuddering aftershock.

"Yesss~"

Even before he pulled out, white began to leak around his cock, seeping past her stretched lips in slow, obscene trails down her thighs and onto the sheets.

"Soo… hot~"

The words broke apart in her mouth, dissolving into incoherent sounds as her body struggled to come down from it.

Christian stayed with her through it, letting her ride out the last of her orgasm. Only when the tremors eased did he finally pull away.

The obscene wet pop of his dick sliding free filled the room, and for a heartbeat her pussy lips stayed stretched open, puffy, pink and glistening — framed by thick white semen that continued to dribble out in lazy pulses.

She lay there, exposed, chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths, her body shining faintly under the low light. Her expression loose, satisfied, completely spent.

Christian stared at this heavenly sight for a few long seconds — before turning to Eva.

She was already watching, equally mesmerized, eyes dark with fresh hunger. She knew it was her turn now, and anticipation rolled off her in waves.

"On four," he said lazily.

Eva obeyed instantly, moving right beside Annabelle on the bed. She dropped to her hands and knees, arched her back, and raised her ass high, swinging it slowly in tempting and shameless manner.

Christian stepped closer, placing his hands on ass, then spread her apart, exposing her fully to his gaze.

Her slit was already wet, already trembling.

Above it, the tight rosebud, tensing unconsciously under his touch.

His eyes lingered there for a moment.

Only a moment.

Then he aligned himself.

Still coated, still warm from before.

And pushed.

He drove into her in a single, deep thrust.

"Oohh—!"

Eva's breath broke instantly, her body jolting forward from the force of it.