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Ooh, That Smell

To quote Lynyrd Skynyrd, "oooh, that smell"

I lived with the family, being still in my 20s. My sister and I had the two upstairs rooms, my parents had the main bedroom off the living room downstairs. Seeing as they were older and saw us both as mature adults - Ha! - they rarely, if ever, came upstairs (pun unintended).

They were totally unaware that my sister had bought one of those machines you can set to steadily fuck you. And she loved it. Which was a problem that summer, as she was home from school, had nothing to do and basically fucked herself senseless all her waking hours.

The day of disaster happened one day after she had recently gotten a new upgrade, some tripping motor to change the rhythm from simply back and forth to a certain randomness, and it was obviously enjoyable as you could smell her pussy's juices non-stop.

Her juices were flowing and, despite our relationship - i. e. direct family, siblings - something primal in my loins was responding to the smell of a very receptive vagina.

Since I was young, early 20s, I could go off multiple times a day and, with that smell permeating the hall, oftimes it would, on its own.Ooh, That Smell фото

But, sooner or later, she had to leave the house to buy her snacks, or pick up packages on the mail - most of which were new head attachments for her machine. And that is when I made my move; her machine was pretty much perma-lubed but I added a little extra spice - in the form of actual spice.

It wasn't much, just a little chili powder. Maybe, after a little zing, it would turn off her constant libido for a day or two and my pecker wouldn't be getting rubbed raw from having to wank it to make the urges subside.

An hour or two later she dashed into her room with a very plain label box, and I hear her tear it open like a starving Rottweiler tearing open a box of dog treats. Her gasps indicated she was pleased with the new purchase. I hear her setting the machine up, the distinct click of a new headpiece being locked in place, the hum of the machine in early cycle and her shuffling around to get into position. Then a squirt, new lube and some grunting noises as she spread her labia and positioned the machine for entry. I had hoped her extra lube would not have caused my chili to run off and I heard the machine accelerate to attack velocity. And there it was, her instant moans, the smell and I had a raging boner.

The steady pumping, her moaning increased then I heard a, "... hmmmm"; she was starting to feel the burn but, it was still pretty low and she probably did not think much more of it at first. Then, a few minutes later, she started shrieking and I heard the clatter as she knocked the machine over and kicked it away.

Her moans of pleasure became shrieks of pain and I could hear her almost slapping herself to reduce the pain.

And this is where I my trouble really started.

With no one else in the house, I had been wanking on my bed, listening to her moans with my door open and, with the burn she had moved fast, much faster than I had thought and she was at my door, legs akimbo, vaginal lips almost glowing red. Seeing her there, naked, tits gone wild; it was a feral, almost primal image. And I came. Hard.

Maybe it was because she was seeking something like milk, to reduce the burn, maybe it was her mind 100% dominated by pain and pleasure radiating out from her snatch, she grabbed my cock, squeezed the cum off and dove her fingers into her twat.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, it was the look of blessed relief. But it wasn't quite enough and the burn began to build again. Before I could react, she mounted me and started grinding hard. The dark thrill of essentially being raped by my sister, the pleasure of her tits slapping my face as she jumped up and down on my engorged cock, I actually came again.

But now the chilis were beginning to cause me to feel the burn and, when she tried to dismount me, I grabbed her hips, rolled her over and began thrusting madly, my own semen reducing my burn. Then we both slowed as the pain subsided.

And just as we both regained our senses, I came again.

So there we were, my sister, legs spread, desperately gasping for air; me balls deep in her cunt, and the smell of her juices and my cum everywhere. Then my sister lifted her head, looked at me, terror in her eyes, I glanced down towards our joined crotches, terror in mine.

And that is when my mom ran into the room, who had come back home to the sound of a struggle and screaming and saw.... this.

I started to say, "I can explain", but as I pulled my dick out of my sister's pussy, still pumping the dregs of my last ejaculation... I found I couldn't.

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