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**Epilogue**
**Two years later**
“Slowly.” I clenched my jaw and stared at ocean blue eyes identical to mine. “Careful.”
I was perched on the edge of the bed, with Lucia on my lap, giving me the second anal sex of the day.
“Yes, Master,” Lucia smiled at me before sinking down onto my cock.
My jaw popped at how hard I was tensing up. “Fuck.”
“Ah…” Lucia parted her lips in a soft ‘O,’ gasping louder and louder the deeper I entered her. “Master…”
I have never told anyone this. Because if Ava knew, I would never hear the end of it.
Anal sex with Lucia was better. Her ass was rounder, bigger, juicer. Ava’s cheeks were muscled and toned, and although there were days where I preferred that, on most occasions, Lucia’s luscious cheeks provided me with the most pleasure.
Everything else from Ava, though? Fucking flawless.
“That’s my girl.” I drew in a shuddering breath, drawing my eyes to her round tits. “That’s it. Start bouncing on my cock.”
“Yes, Master.” She eased into me, piece by piece, then started bobbing her hips up and down. I groaned, shutting my eyes as spikes of rapture streaked through me.
Holy fuck, her asshole was a gift from God himself.
I squeezed those plump ass cheeks, controlling the rhythm. Lucia moaned with me, and as always, she submitted, allowing me to dictate the pace, fucking her hole as hard and as fast as I liked.
Lucia was turning twenty-seven in a couple of months, and yet she was at the bottom of the hierarchy in the household. She seemed content staying there, receiving her pleasure from being dominated by her two younger siblings.
Exhaling a heavy breath, I studied my sister.
Although she was in her late twenties, she hadn’t aged a bit. With her wrinkle-free face, creamy skin, and crazy curves, she could easily pass as a young woman in her early to mid-twenties.
Maybe it was our family’s genetics. People kept mistaking Ava as a high schooler even though she graduated at the end of last year, and there were a few occasions where people assumed the same for me too.
“That’s it, baby,” I heaved, feeling my orgasm building up to a peak. I was going to unload into Lucia for the third time today, and I had to stop after this since Ava was coming home from work soon. I had promised my little sister my personal time every evening.
If I fuck Lucia during the evenings, Ava would sulk and then unleash her frustrations on our older sister, even though it wasn’t her fault. Lucia enjoyed my punishments, but Ava’s ones were brutal, usually involving orgasm denial and half a dozen cruel toys.
“Master,” Lucia squeaked, then gasped. She was close, but she wouldn’t cum unless I told her to.
Ava had trained her well.
“Not yet, baby,” I told her, slowly kneading her ass cheeks under my palms. “Not yet, my sister-wife.”
Lucia whimpered.
I married Ava right after I graduated from school, and then we used the same state official we heavily paid off to officiate Lucia’s and my wedding a few months after.
If I thought Ava was a sex fiend before, I was *very* wrong. Ever since she became my wife, she turned into a fucking monster in bed. There wasn’t a day where I retired to bed with a raw cock and brutalized lips.
To be honest, aside from the sex, married life wasn’t much different to our lives before. I still work out in the gym with my little sister, we still went out on dates. I just did it to make my sisters happy—especially Ava. That woman was difficult in every sense of the word.
“Please, Master,” my sister groaned out, bouncing on my cock faster and faster. “I want it. I fucking want it.”
“Shh.” I ran my hands up her body and hooked my fingers through her collar ring. I jerked her towards me, mashing our lips together. Her lips were trembling badly, and she tasted delicious. “It’s okay, baby. I’m almost there.”
I was already teetering on the edge, but she didn’t need to know that. For our last fuck, I wanted to drag the moment out as long as I could, although my self-control hasn’t improved over the years.
Though my skills in the bedroom had.
Lucia was usually a superb kisser, but she couldn’t focus on my lips, overwhelmed as I tore her asshole apart. Her technique was sloppy and her lips were careless, but I was kissing a goddess, and the thought had my body locking up, unable to pin down the avalanche of pleasure any longer.
“NOW!”
Lucia screamed at my command, her entire body convulsing, her asshole clamping around my cock. Even though I had expected the response, I couldn’t help but lose myself as I rammed my cock in and out of her impossibly tight hole, spasming out hot cum into my second wife.
“Lucia,” I groaned. “Holy shit.”
“Master,” she moaned back, gyrating her hips back and forth, her hands deep between her thighs, her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy as she greedily milked my cock for everything I had.
But I couldn’t give her everything. Because—
The front door beeped, then clicked loudly as the locks opened.
Lucia stilled, halting her delicious bounces. “Mistress is—”
“I know.” I could feel my body heating up, already anticipating the brutal fucking I was going to receive in a moment’s time. “I know.”
I shivered as I finished inside my sister, groaning low. Lucia hopped off me, and I smiled at the sight of my semen leaking out of her asshole, trailing thickly down the back of her thighs.
“I’m homeeeeeeeee,” Ava’s sweet voice drifted into the bedroom, making my cock throb excitedly.
How could her voice turn me on so much? I had just came. Fuck. Even after two whole years of daily fucking, I was still as addicted to my little sister as the day I lost my virginity to her.
High heels clicked in the living room. A moment later, Ava appeared, accompanied by a cloud of perfume and a bright smile. As usual, she was wearing branded items from head to toe—A black Versace dress and matching midnight high heels. Gucci handbag and sunglasses.
It screamed ‘showoff,’ but considering Ava’s high profile job, it was reasonable.
Lucia greeted her at the door. Ava tossed her sunglasses away, and they shared a kiss. It wasn’t any ordinary sibling peck. It was all lips, tongue, and hands. Ava was still straight—only attracted to me—but she made love with Lucia for two reasons.
For Lucia, because she fell for Ava, hard. And secondly, for me, because who doesn’t love some girl-on-girl action? Especially when both of them were smoking hot—and sisters.
Ava tapped Lucia on the chest, ending their minute long kiss. Wiping her lips with a thumb, she sauntered over to me, then lowered herself to her knees.
“Master,” she greeted me, showing her perfect white teeth. “I missed you.”
I returned her smile. “How was work today?”
“Same old, same old.” Her face dropped. “I have to work this weekend. More photoshoots. Ugh.”
“No problem.” I tilted her chin up, exposing her bright pink collar. Ava had diamonds adorned all around it, and it glittered under the lights. “We’ll make it up when you return in the evening.”
“I’d rather be at home,” she muttered. “I want to be with you. With Lucy.”
“Work is work, baby.”
“I would rather be a stay at home wife,” she sighed, bringing the same old argument up again. “Lucia’s already making good money. Why do you need me to do hard labor?”
I laughed. “It’s barely hard labor, Ava. You’re a fashion model. The difficult part is looking pretty for the cameras, and it’s practically impossible for you not to be.”
Ava’s entry to the fashion industry was extremely privileged. A well-connected agent scouted my sister through Instagram and that was that.
Within a year of graduating high school, she was fast tracked into working for massive fashion companies like Dior, and more recently, Versace.
“It’s not as easy and you think it is,” she muttered, dipping forward and planting sweet pecks on my knees. “But I’d much rather switch places with Lucy. She has my dream job.”
Lucia’s job was… odd. She got ‘laid off’ after refusing to have sex with her boss. It was a bad breakup. Her boss used his influence to make sure other companies wouldn’t hire Lucia.
With Lucia’s career flatlined, I decided to try porn with my older sister. We started off with a couple of amateur step-sister videos. But the big kicker was Lucia’s face was hidden the entire time. Mine too, of course. It was just her body and my cock.
The last thing we wanted was people recognizing Lucia. Word would spread like wildfire, and if our parents found out about us…
That couldn’t happen.
To our surprise, people *loved* Lucia, even without her face. Maybe the porn market was bare of amazing tits and an insanely curvy body, because within a year of starting, she had amassed a sizable following. The money was great, but Ava contributed to the majority of the household income.
But there was a reason why we needed a shit ton of money.
“My love.” I stroked my little sister’s cheek, smiling when she shivered. “You’re a *very* high maintenance woman. You just bought a new Merc, and who’s going to afford all your beauty appointments? All your branded clothes and shoes? All our fancy dates? Lucia *could* cover everything, but there would be little left on the table.”
“I bought the car for you.” Ava leaned into my touch, staring up at me with her dazzling blues. “You should go out and drive it more often.”
“I will.”
Ava guided my erection to her lips. Her tongue danced around my cock, sending teasing heat all over me. I closed my eyes and reared my head towards the ceiling, moaning, the pressure inside of me accelerating up at an alarming rate.
“Did you just had anal with Lucy?” Ava asked after a while, drawing back.
“Yeap, sorry. I’ll go wash up.”
I stood up and started for the bathroom. Ava grabbed my hand.
“I’ll come with you,” she said, smiling softly, the naughty glint in her eyes clear as daylight.
I nodded, then gave another nod to Lucia, dismissing her for the night. We would be sleeping with each other by the time I was done fucking Ava—I always slept with both my wives, sandwiched between four breasts—but until then, she would clean herself up, then do some chores.
Ava let go of my hand and started stripping off her clothes. I watched, mesmerized, even though by that point I have seen Ava naked more times than not.
Ava said something, but I didn’t catch her words, too transfixed on her prized assets—her toned body with all those curves, her one-of-a-kind teardrops, her wet pussy, her bubble ass.
“Huh?”
Ava chuckled. “I said if you wanted pussy or ass tonight?”
“Why not both?”
“Of course,” she purred, taking my hand again, and I led her into the ensuite. I washed my cock while Ava rinsed her mouth and cleaned off her makeup.
Honestly, I preferred my sister barefaced. She could be on magazine covers without makeup and still look every bit of the part.
“Is he tired yet?” Ava asked, sauntering over to me and taking my cock, giving me light pumps as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Did Lucy milk him dry already?”
“I have plenty left for you. Just you wait.”
“No waiting.” She slid the glass door open and led me into the enclosure. “I already waited long enough. Did you not see the videos I sent you?”
I grunted. When she was at work, my sister often sent me videos of her masturbating and whispering filthy promises that would make our parents go deaf.
Ava winked as if her point was made, turned on the pink rainfall, and then laid on the edge of the granite bench, her legs up in the air.
“Come, husband.” Her voice was an exotic mixture of sweetness and seduction. “Fuck your wife.”
Shaking my head, I grabbed her legs and planted them on my shoulders. I didn’t need any more encouragement. She wasn’t the only one waiting the whole day.
I eased my way into her pussy hole, and the moment I penetrated my sister, I thrust forward, shoving my entire cock hard and deep into her.
Her surprised yelp urged me on. I rammed into her until I was balls deep. It was such a tight fit inside Ava that every little movement from me sent bolts of pleasure reeling through my body.
“Yesssssss,” Ava hissed, writhing back, trying to take me even deeper. It was impossible, but she tried anyway. “Master knows me well. I love it rough.” She flexed her pussy, crushing my cock. “And hard.”
“You want it hard?” I pulled out halfway, then pounded back into her. “Like this?”
“Yessssssss. Oh my… fucking….” She squealed and reached for the closest thing available—a bar of soap—mashing it under her palm. “YESSSSSSSS.”
*God,* she was squeezing me so tight, it was hard to fuck her properly. Back and forth. Back and forth. I repeatedly slammed into my wife with as much force as I could muster, the loud slaps of flesh pounding against flesh filling up the space.
Lucia could definitely hear us, and I briefly wondered if she was touching herself. She probably was, and the thought had me fucking Ava harder, my cock feeling like it was going to burst from the sheer amount of raw pleasure injected into me.
“MASTERRRRRR!”
Ava shattered apart, and like always, I came with her, unloading the rest of my cum into her.
“Fuck,” I heaved, slumping down on to my sister, but she was still going, squeezing and squeezing, her cunt pulsing rapidly, pulling me as deep as I can physically go, making sure I would stay inside her for an eternity. “Ava, you’re crazy.”
“Crazy?” she rasped, her beautiful blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Why?”
“You’re squeezing me so fucking hard. Do you want to break my cock or something?”
I tried to pull out of her, but she tossed the ruined soap away and clamped her legs around my head, trapping me close to her.
“Fuck me again,” she begged. “I love this position.”
I shuddered. “Your ass this time?”
She smiled. “Sure.”
She released her hold, and I withdrew from her pussy. I stared at my reddening cock, wondering if I could handle a few more rough sessions before we retired for the night.
*Yes.* I mentally steeled myself. *Yes, I can handle her.*
Two years of Ava and I was still not used to her deranged need for constant sex.
With Lucia, it was different. We could satisfy each other with one or two good fucking. But for Ava? It was fuck and fuck and fuck until we both dropped dead.
Nonstop sex was draining, but if Ava wanted it, how could I ever say no?
“What are you waiting for?” Ava slid closer to me and raised her hips, giving me the ultimate view of her sex. It was insane to think how two holes could provide me with such an insurmountable amount of pleasure. “Fuck my ass now.”
“Ava…” I warned her. “Do you want me to punish you?”
“No, please.” Ava stared at me, looking wild with her damp pink hair a mess around her. “I went out of line. I’m sorry. It’s your right to dictate the pace. It’s just…” She bit her lips. “I have been busy with work this whole month and I’m not happy with how little we see each other.”
“We fuck when we wake up. We kiss each other goodbye when you leave for work, and we spend every evening together. Is that not enough?”
“No.” She sniffed. “Maybe I’m just clingy.”
I chuckled. “You definitely are clingy, my love.” *The most clingy girl in existence*. Exhaling a breath, I pushed inside her tighter opening. Ava groaned and her thighs quaked as I entered her for the second time.
“Ah….” She hiccuped, then giggled. “I love how you fill me up. You’re so huge.” She sighed. “Remember our first time, Master?”
“Of course I remember.” I was more patient with her ass because Ava was much more sensitive there. If I wasn’t careful, she would be hurting for an entire week. “You really rocked my world that day. I mean, I knew sex felt good, but I wasn’t prepared for… *that*.”
Ava giggled, then gasped loudly when I sank a couple of inches deeper. “Oh my god… I—I love anal.”
“I thought you hated it.”
“I do. Well, kinda. I love it in the moment, but I get really sore afterwards, and then I hate it.”
“I’ll be extra gentle.”
“Thank you.” She sighed again, and I slowly eased in until I was fully inside her. She moaned softly when I began pumping in and out. “Master?”
“Hmm?”
“I know you hate talking about this.” I hit a hard spot inside her and she gasped, then shuddered. “Ah… B-But….” She paused. “I’m getting older.”
“Ava, you’re twenty.”
“And getting older.”
Are we really doing this? During anal sex in the shower?
I breathed out, trying not to lose focus, maintaining our perfect back-and-forth rhythm. “How many kids do you want?”
“Two,” she whispered, shuddering again. She was close. “Two little girls.”
“I want to explore the world first,” I told her. “Then when I’m done seeing everything, we’ll settle down and start a family.”
“We can start exploring now,” I continued. “Start accepting your travel offers. Lucia’s job is mobile, so we can tag along with you.”
Except for her heavy breathing and her low moans whenever I thrust forward, Ava was silent. Suddenly, she burst into giggles. “I always wanted to fuck under the Eiffel towel. Have I ever told you that?”
“I think you mentioned it once.”
She stared at me with those mesmerizing blues. “I love you so much, Aaron. I love you so much it hurts.”
We connected our hips. I grunted. Fuck.
“You know how much I love you back, baby.”
“I know.” She smiled wide. “I’m so close, Master. Shall we?”
“Yeap.” I moved my hands to her hips and gripped her there. Time to work.
“Ah…” Ava moaned as I properly fucked her. I wasn’t pounding into her ass, but I was thrusting with enough force to make her shudder violently. “Ah… Ah… AHHH… AHHHHHHH!”
I kept my eyes open, watching my little sister convulse beneath me, studying how her body moved as she came apart, listening to the music she produced with those lips.
“That was…” Ava groaned. “Holy shit, that felt great.”
“We’re just started, baby.” I hooked my finger into her collar ring and brought her in for a deep kiss.
Her hot breaths skirted across my lips. “What’re you going to do to me?” She ended the words with a naughty bite on my bottom lip, giggling when I tensed up.
“I’m going to bring out the toys,” I told her. “You’re going to be so fucking sore by tomorrow.”
“Oooohhhh.” She breathed me in. “Which toys?”
“All of them.”
She stopped kissing me. “All of them?”
I chuckled and pulled away, giving her ass a hard smack, springing her into action. “Go. And put on your maid uniform.”
Ava smiled, rubbing the spot where I had slapped her. She eyed me, winked, then giggled as she disappeared out the door.
“Yes, Master!”
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