My Idle System

Chapter 375: All Three (2)

Blowjobs, especially under water, were never easy.

Even for Eva, who had long since grown accustomed to Christian's size, it still demanded effort.

But with enough practice, even that became manageable.

She kept taking him as deep as she could, where now, his length fully settled in her throat, her nose pressed against his groin. Her tongue strained to reach lower, lapping and pressing against him as she fought her gag reflex with everything she had.

Christian's hand rested against her head, fingers threading through her wet hair, guiding her subtly as her rhythm changed, growing less careful, more eager, more devoted.

At some point, he had stopped talking with Annabelle entirely.

All of his attention narrowed to the mounting pressure, the steady rise of release building inside him.

Perhaps Annabelle didn't like that.

Because suddenly, she reached up, took his face in her hands, and pulled him into a deep, greedy kiss.

That was all it took.

His body tensed, thigh tightening, his grip on Eva's head firming as the edge finally broke.

Eva felt it instantly.

And instead of pulling away, she stayed down, head bobbing with renewed hunger, sucking him hard and fast even as her throat fluttered around him.

With a low, muffled groan, half stolen by Annabelle's lips, Christian came.

Hot, thick ropes of white cum shot straight down her throat.

Her throat worked visibly, swallowing as fast as she could to keep it contained beneath the water. But it was too much, too sudden… more than she could manage all at once.

By the time he finished, and she finally rose back up, her cheeks were puffed, lips swollen, water and tears clinging to her lashes.

She parted her lips slowly.

Just enough to show him the obscene sight of her tongue coated in his thick, pearly cum, her mouth filled almost to the brim.

"Beautiful."

Christian didn't hesitate.

He pulled away from Annabelle's kiss just long enough to say it.

Only then did Eva close her mouth and swallow, a soft, satisfied hum escaping her as the motion traveled down her throat.

"Thanks for the meal," she murmured, her eyes still carrying that same quiet, unwavering adoration.

The calm that had settled over them in the bath didn't last.

Not anymore.

What had softened earlier reignited completely.

Still, Christian didn't move them back to the bedroom.

There was no need.

Instead, his attention moved.

To Annabelle.

He wasn't about to let her fade into the background.

Pressing her forward, he guided her body until her palms met the steamy glass, her breasts following, her back arching instinctively as water traced down along her spine.

His grip tightened on her hips.

And in the next moment, he drove forward, burying himself deep inside her in a single, deliberate thrust.

The gentleness from before… was gone.

Completely.

He took her hard against the glass, her body responding instantly, each impact drawing a reaction from her, her hips pushing back against him without hesitation.

"Yes…" she breathed, voice low and dark with lust. "Fuck your big sister right here… where no one can see how filthy we are."

Christian didn't need the encouragement.

He was already moving.

Driving into her with steady force, each thrust pulling a broken moan from her, her heavy breasts sliding against the fogged glass. The sound of water and skin meeting skin blending together in the steam-filled space.

At some point, below them, Eva had lowered herself to her knees in the shallow water. She leaned in, mouth open, tongue curling around his heavy, swinging balls — sucking one gently, then the other, firmer, her hands braced on his thighs for balance as he pounded into his sister.

What Christian didn't know, or didn't care enough to notice, was that just beyond the bathroom, in the bedroom, Sophia was still dealing with the aftermath they had left behind. And she could hear every single moan, every wet slap, every desperate cry coming from inside.

Still, none of that mattered.

His focus remained exactly where it was.

One hand gripped Annabelle's hip possessively, the other tangled in her wet hair. His mouth dragged from her shoulder up to her neck, sucking dark hickeys into her skin with every rough kiss and bite — marking her openly, claiming her.

Below, Eva continued her filthy worship, alternating between his balls and the base of his shaft. Every time Christian pulled back from Annabelle's dripping cunt, Eva's tongue licked greedily along his glistening length, tasting the mix of her juices and Christian's precum.

Her tongue occasionally brushed over Annabelle's swollen clit and stretched folds, adding sharp, unexpected sparks of pleasure on top of the heavy pounding.

The extra stimulation drove Annabelle wild.

Her stiff nipples dragged against the cool glass with every thrust, sending shivers through her. Drool slipped from her open mouth, running down her chin and onto the fogged surface as her mind melted into pure haze.

Even then, she managed to speak.

"Never send me away again…" her voice trembled. "I can't… I can't breathe without my little brother inside me."

Christian didn't answer with words.

He had already told them enough.

There was no need to repeat it.

Instead, he answered the only way that mattered.

His pace increased.

The rhythm tightened, growing heavier, more deliberate. He was already close, and this time, he didn't hold back.

His body tensed.

And with one final, deep thrust, he buried himself fully and released; hot cum flooding her pussy, painting her insides white.

Annabelle came with him — hard.

Her whole body trembled, her inner walls clamping down and milking his cock greedily as pure, overwhelming satisfaction washed over her face. Her legs completely gave out; if Christian hadn't been holding her firmly against the steamy glass with his strong hands, his cock still buried deep inside her, she would have collapsed into the water.

When he finally finished, Christian eased his grip and slowly pulled out.

Yet, the moment his cock left her, something else took its place.

A hot, eager tongue pushed inside her stretched, cum-filled pussy.

At the sudden sensation, Annabelle jolted, her eyes widening as clarity cut through the pleasure haze. She looked down just in time to see Eva latched onto her cunt, lips sealed tight around her dripping hole.

She was hungrily sucking and licking, her tongue scooping out every thick drop of Christian's cum that he had just pumped into his sister.

At first, surprise flashed across Annabelle's face — this was the first time Eva had ever done something like this to her.

Then a frown formed. The best part of a creampie was the warm, taboo evidence of their union… and Eva was stealing it.

Finally, embarrassment burned hot across her cheeks. No matter how filthy she became during sex, this still crossed a line she wasn't fully ready for.

But she refused to show it now.

Annabelle reached down and stroked Eva's wet hair with a trembling hand, forcing her voice steady.

"Good girl… clean your man's cum from his sister."

Eva raised a single eyebrow, her eyes glinting with mischief, but she didn't stop. She continued licking and sucking with shameless hunger, her tongue delving deep to drink every drop she could reach.

Only when nothing seemed to remain did Eva finally pull back. She savored the taste for a moment, then looked up at Christian with a satisfied smile.

"Mmm… I love tasting what you give her."

Christian watched the entire filthy exchange and couldn't help but chuckle. He could tell Annabelle was forcing herself to act tough.

As for Eva? Well… it was Eva. She was simply addicted to his cum — he didn't even know how much she had swallowed over the past few days, but it was a lot, and he knew that.

Regardless, his attention didn't drift for long.

His cock, still rock-hard and glistening, showed no sign of softening.

He wasn't done yet.

And so, without much pause, he moved again.

To make up for Annabelle's momentary "loss," Christian turned his attention back to her… this time in a different position.

The long, decadent threesome was still far from over.