“You feel that?” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. Her hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in just enough to make me tense. “I’m so wet for you. I need you now.” I froze, my eyes flicking to her sister, asleep just inches away on the bed. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was the only sound in the room, aside from the pounding of my own heart. She couldn’t be serious. But she was. Her fingers trailed down my leg, sneaking under the hem of my pants, and then she was touching me, stroking me until I was hard, until I couldn’t think straight. My jaw clenched, my body betraying me as I fought to stay quiet. “Shh,” she murmured, her lips brushing my neck. “Don’t wake her.” It was reckless. Insane. But the thrill of it, the danger of her sister lying there, oblivious, made my blood burn. She shifted, pulling her panties aside, and then she was lowering herself onto me, inch by torturous inch. I bit back a groan, my hands gripping her hips as she took me completely. Her breath hitched, and she pressed her forehead to mine, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to stop her. I didn’t. ---It had started innocently enough. We were just hanging out at her place—her, her sister, and me. A casual night in, the kind we’d done a dozen times before. Her sister had drifted off early, leaving the two of us alone. At first, it was just flirting—a lingering touch here, a smirk there. But then she’d leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, and whispered something that sent a jolt straight through me. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” I’d laughed it off, tried to play it cool, but she hadn’t let up. Her hand had found mine, her fingers intertwining with mine, and I’d felt the heat of her body as she pressed closer. “What if she wakes up?” I’d asked, glancing at her sister, asleep on the bed. “She won’t,” she’d assured me, her voice low and confident. Her hand had slid up my thigh, and I’d felt my resolve start to crumble. And now here we were, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, her body hot and tight around mine. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every breath a struggle to keep quiet. Her sister shifted in her sleep, and I tensed, my hands gripping her waist. “Wait,” I whispered, but she didn’t stop. “She’s out,” she breathed, her lips brushing mine. “She won’t wake up.” I wasn’t so sure, but the way she was moving, the way she was looking at me, made it impossible to care. My hands slid up her back, pulling her closer, my lips finding hers in a desperate kiss. She moaned softly, the sound muffled against my mouth, and I felt her hips move faster, harder. The bed creaked softly beneath us, and I froze, my eyes darting to her sister. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “Please.” Her hands slid down my chest, her nails scraping lightly against my skin, and then she was pulling me closer, grinding down on me with a need that made my head spin. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All I could focus on was the way she felt, the way she moved, the heat of her body pressed against mine. My hands slid to her ass, squeezing roughly, and she gasped, her hips jerking against mine. “Fuck,” she breathed, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Just like that.” I wanted to tell her to slow down, to be quiet, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I pulled her harder against me, my hips meeting hers with a force that made the bed creak again. Her sister stirred, and we froze, our bodies locked together. My heart pounded in my chest, the silence stretching between us as we waited to see if she’d wake up. She didn’t. “Keep going,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the command in it was clear. And I did. ---Her hips moved faster now, her body rocking against mine with a desperation that matched my own. I could feel her tightening around me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she fought to stay quiet. My hands slid to her hips, guiding her movements, and she leaned into me, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re so deep,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.” I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. Her sister shifted again, her arm flopping over the edge of the bed, and I felt a fresh wave of panic. But she just lay there, her breathing steady, and I let myself relax, let myself focus on the woman in my arms. Her nails dug into my back, her hips moving in a rhythm that was as maddening as it was satisfying. I could feel myself getting closer, my body tensing as the heat built in my gut. “Come for me,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine. “I want to feel it.” And just like that, I was gone. ---She clapped a hand over my mouth as my body jerked, my release hitting me with a force that left me gasping. Her lips found mine, swallowing the sound, and I felt her own climax hit, her body shuddering against mine. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high. She pulled away first, her eyes searching mine in the dim light of the room. Her hand brushed my cheek, her thumb tracing my bottom lip, and she smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that made my heart skip a beat. “We shouldn’t have done that,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Maybe not,” she agreed, her hand sliding down my chest. “But you’re glad we did, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer, but she already knew the truth. Her sister stirred again, and we froze, our bodies rigid as we waited to see if she’d wake up. She didn’t. “Again?” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. I hesitated, but only for a moment. “Again.”

The chapter starts with her whispering her desires to me, her sister asleep inches away. We end up having sex in the same room as her sister, trying to stay quiet and careful not to wake her. After we finish, we both stay in the room and she asks me to do it again.

“You feel that?” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. Her hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in just enough to make me tense. “I’m so wet for you. I need you _now_.”  

I froze, my eyes flicking to her sister, asleep just inches away on the bed. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was the only sound in the room, aside from the pounding of my own heart. __She couldn’t be serious.__  

But she was. Her fingers trailed down my leg, sneaking under the hem of my pants, and then she was touching me, stroking me until I was hard, until I couldn’t think straight. My jaw clenched, my body betraying me as I fought to stay quiet.  

“Shh,” she murmured, her lips brushing my neck. “Don’t wake her.”  

It was reckless. Insane. But the thrill of it, the danger of her sister lying there, oblivious, made my blood burn. She shifted, pulling her panties aside, and then she was lowering herself onto me, inch by torturous inch.  

I bit back a groan, my hands gripping her hips as she took me completely. Her breath hitched, and she pressed her forehead to mine, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to stop her.  

I didn’t.  

---

It had started innocently enough. We were just hanging out at her place—her, her sister, and me. A casual night in, the kind we’d done a dozen times before. Her sister had drifted off early, leaving the two of us alone.  

At first, it was just flirting—a lingering touch here, a smirk there. But then she’d leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, and whispered something that sent a jolt straight through me. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”  

I’d laughed it off, tried to play it cool, but she hadn’t let up. Her hand had found mine, her fingers intertwining with mine, and I’d felt the heat of her body as she pressed closer.  

“What if she wakes up?” I’d asked, glancing at her sister, asleep on the bed.  

“She won’t,” she’d assured me, her voice low and confident. Her hand had slid up my thigh, and I’d felt my resolve start to crumble.  

And now here we were, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, her body hot and tight around mine. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every breath a struggle to keep quiet.  

Her sister shifted in her sleep, and I tensed, my hands gripping her waist. “Wait,” I whispered, but she didn’t stop.  

“She’s out,” she breathed, her lips brushing mine. “She won’t wake up.”  

I wasn’t so sure, but the way she was moving, the way she was looking at me, made it impossible to care. My hands slid up her back, pulling her closer, my lips finding hers in a desperate kiss.  

She moaned softly, the sound muffled against my mouth, and I felt her hips move faster, harder. The bed creaked softly beneath us, and I froze, my eyes darting to her sister.  

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “Please.”  

Her hands slid down my chest, her nails scraping lightly against my skin, and then she was pulling me closer, grinding down on me with a need that made my head spin.  

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All I could focus on was the way she felt, the way she moved, the heat of her body pressed against mine. My hands slid to her ass, squeezing roughly, and she gasped, her hips jerking against mine.  

“Fuck,” she breathed, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Just like that.”  

I wanted to tell her to slow down, to be quiet, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I pulled her harder against me, my hips meeting hers with a force that made the bed creak again.  

Her sister stirred, and we froze, our bodies locked together. My heart pounded in my chest, the silence stretching between us as we waited to see if she’d wake up.  

She didn’t.  

“Keep going,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the command in it was clear.  

And I did.  

---

Her hips moved faster now, her body rocking against mine with a desperation that matched my own. I could feel her tightening around me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she fought to stay quiet.  

My hands slid to her hips, guiding her movements, and she leaned into me, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re so deep,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”  

I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.  

Her sister shifted again, her arm flopping over the edge of the bed, and I felt a fresh wave of panic. But she just lay there, her breathing steady, and I let myself relax, let myself focus on the woman in my arms.  

Her nails dug into my back, her hips moving in a rhythm that was as maddening as it was satisfying. I could feel myself getting closer, my body tensing as the heat built in my gut.  

“Come for me,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine. “I want to feel it.”  

And just like that, I was gone.  

---

She clapped a hand over my mouth as my body jerked, my release hitting me with a force that left me gasping. Her lips found mine, swallowing the sound, and I felt her own climax hit, her body shuddering against mine.  

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high.  

She pulled away first, her eyes searching mine in the dim light of the room. Her hand brushed my cheek, her thumb tracing my bottom lip, and she smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that made my heart skip a beat.  

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.  

“Maybe not,” she agreed, her hand sliding down my chest. “But you’re glad we did, aren’t you?”  

I didn’t answer, but she already knew the truth.  

Her sister stirred again, and we froze, our bodies rigid as we waited to see if she’d wake up.  

She didn’t.  

“Again?” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.  

I hesitated, but only for a moment. “Again.”

A young man and woman engage in a dangerous and thrilling seduction next to her sleeping sister, exploring themes of forbidden desire and submission.

The couple, initially hanging out innocently, are drawn into a heated moment of passion that escalates into a risky encounter.

They navigate the thrill of potentially being caught, adding an element of danger and excitement to their intimate encounter.

The woman takes control, guiding the man through a series of intense and quiet moments, using her body and words to keep him engaged and aroused.

The man struggles with his desire and the fear of being caught, but ultimately gives in to the woman's seductive commands.

Their encounter is filled with moments of tension and release, as they navigate the forbidden nature of their actions and the potential consequences of being discovered.

Fucking her deep while her sister slept next to us

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