From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 98 - 99: My Little Sister 2

Chapter 98: Chapter 99: My Little Sister 2

Luna’s eyes sparkled as she gazed up at me. "Oh really?"

Before I could react, she leaned up and captured my lips in a deep kiss. I melted into it, releasing her wrists to cup her face instead. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and we both gasped and turned to the door. I was lying right on top of her, my bulge straining against the underwear, poised right at her wet womanhood. Her nipples strained against her nightgown, and anyone who opened the door would realize we were up to something, and it wasn’t just play fighting.

"Please," Mom said without opening the door. "You have to tone it down."

"Sorry," Luna squeaked.

"Goodnight you two," she said.

"Goodnight," I said.

We held our breath, listening to every step as she ascended the stairs, and finally, she closed the door. We looked each other in the eyes, and my lips fell on hers again, and we continued from where we left off.

Luna’s lips were soft and eager against mine as we resumed our passionate kiss. My hands slid down her sides, savoring the curves of her body through the thin nightgown. She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"We should be quieter," I whispered against her lips, even as my hips ground against hers instinctively.

"Then you’d better keep my mouth busy," she teased, pulling me back down for another deep kiss.

We continued to kiss, for who knows how long, squeezing out as much love as possible till we were both out of breath. I came off her mouth, satisfied and rolled to the side.

"What were the odds of her not opening the door?" I asked her, knowing Luna had inherited Mom’s disdain for knocking on doors.

"I don’t know," she said. "Why think of that though? That was my favorite kiss so far."

I just smiled. "It was great," I said, licking my sister’s sweetness from my lips.

"Chase?" she asked.

I turned to her, caressing her thighs. "I’m listening."

"Do you think we can have sex?"

I blinked at her. "You just gave me a handjob, and Mom was a second away from walking in on us kissing."

"But that was because you were laughing hysterically."

"Uh, yeah? After you hysterically tickled me."

"Come on, we were just having fun."

I considered it. It sure was tempting, sliding in and out of her after such a day. "Let’s wait at least two hours, so we know they’re asleep."

"Two?" she said. "How about one?"

"Fine," I said.

She started a timer on the phone and just smiled. While we were waiting, we talked about various topics. We lay side by side, looked at each other as we discussed video games and feelings.

Eventually, she started touching my chest and arms. "You look nice," she said out of nowhere.

"So do you," I said. I also wished time moved quicker. I started getting in the mood again. "How much time left?"

"It’s only been like ten minutes," she said.

I sighed. Suddenly, I started hearing some noises coming from outside. We had the window open, and I glanced at it. "What’s that?"

We held our breaths and started hearing the slow moans.

"It sounds like our mother is masturbating," Luna said and listened further. "Yep, it definitely sounds like her."

"But it’s coming from outside," I pointed out.

"But her bedroom is right above ours. She might keep her window open, so the noise spills outside instead."

I swung my feet off the bed and gently opened the window. Luna was right. It came from upstairs, and by the sound of her moans, it definitely sounded like our mom. Luna joined me, padding to the window.

"Yeah, it’s definitely, Mom," she said in a lowered voice.

"Ah, oh, ah," she moaned, trying to stifle her sounds of pleasure as I imagined how she worked a sex toy in and out of her womanhood.

We stood silently by the window, listening to Mom’s soft moans and gasps drifting down from above. I’d never heard Mom like this before, and it made me aroused.

Luna leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "She usually goes for about ten minutes when she does this."

I turned to look at her, eyebrows raised. "How do you know that?"

She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I may have timed her once or twice."

I shook my head, torn between amusement and disbelief at my sister’s boldness. Above us, Mom’s breathing grew more ragged, her moans becoming more intense.

"Oh god," Mom’s voice floated down, breathless and filled with need. "Yes, right there..."

Luna pressed closer, her hand sliding down to cup my growing erection through my shorts. "Seems like someone’s enjoying the show," she teased.

"Not true," I said firmly. "I was erect from the start."

"Why are you blushing so hard then?" she asked.

"Forget about it," I said. But both of us still listened till she reached the peak.

"That’s her climax," she said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," she moaned, which I knew could’ve been louder. She let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed, probably falling asleep shortly after.

I wiped a sweat from my brow. I couldn’t deny it had been hot listening to my mother masturbate. We hopped into bed again. "Does she do that once a day?" I asked her.

"Sometimes more," Luna said.

"Alright, let’s try not to meddle though. It’s not like we don’t masturbate."

"You’re kind," she said and wrapped her arm around me. "And warm ... let’s lie like this for the next forty minutes."

"Sure," I said.

Those forty minutes passed quickly. Luna warmed me better than a blanket, her soft tits gently mashing against my chest. Her breath was sweet and kept descending down my neck, and I felt the gentle beat of her heart right on top of mine. Both my hands caressed the curves of her bottom. There was no better position than this, and my blood slowly flowed southward, my cock hardening against her.

The alarm went off, and she quickly turned it off, so we didn’t wake up anyone else. "Are you awake, bro?"

"I am," I said.

"I am sweaty since I’ve been lying on you for so long."

"I don’t care," I said and waved my hand dismissively. "Are you wet?"

"Uh-huh," she said and gently rubbed her peach against my leg. "Help me take off my nightgown."

She sat up, and I pulled it over her head, freeing her beautiful breasts that I cupped in my hands. I sank my fingers into them. They were so satisfying to squeeze, making my hands melt. When I kept playing with them, she twirled her hair on her finger. She kept glancing down at my cock, and eventually, she reached for the waistband of my underwear and tugged them down. I helped her pull down my underwear, freeing my bone. "Gotcha," she said and started pumping me.

We gently lay down, me on top of her.

"Can we do another position?" she asked, biting her lip as I was about to enter her. "On the side, so I can see myself get fucked in the mirror."

"Fine," I said in a husky voice. "But let’s do missionary first."

I gently rubbed the head of my cock against her nectar, coating it thickly. She was soaked, and I pushed inside her, feeling her warmth envelop me. It felt just as intense and forbidden as when she’d given me a handjob. Luna let out a soft moan, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. I started with slow, measured thrusts, savoring the feeling of being joined with her again.

"Oh Chase," she breathed, her hands roaming over my back. "I’ve been waiting for this all day."

I pressed my lips to hers in a deep kiss, muffling our moans as I picked up the pace. The bed creaked softly beneath us, but we were too lost in each other to care. Luna’s hips rose to meet mine, matching my rhythm.

After a few minutes, I remembered her request. "Ready to switch positions?" I whispered.

She nodded eagerly. We carefully rearranged ourselves, lying on our sides facing the mirror. I entered her from behind, lifting her leg so I could reach her slit a bit better. Luna’s eyes were fixed on our reflection, watching as I slid in and out of her.

"God, we look so hot together," she murmured. "Sibling love."

I nuzzled her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder. "You’re beautiful," I told her, my voice husky with desire.

We moved together, finding a steady rhythm that had us both panting with pleasure. I could feel the familiar tension building in my core, my release approaching fast. Luna’s inner walls were starting to flutter around me. "Are you getting there?" I asked her.

"Uh-huh," she said. "You’re stretching me real good."

"There is no pussy sweeter than yours."

"I don’t like pussy, say kitty."

"Kitty then," I said with a chuckle as I kept sliding in and out of her, the pleasure intensifying. Suddenly, both of us heard the stairs creak, and I froze suddenly. "What’s that?"

"What’s what?" she asked, mildly disappointed that I stopped fucking her.

"I swear that I heard something," I said, and we held our breaths. We both heard it, the stairs creaking as someone descended the stairs. We both exchanged glances.

"What time is it?" I whispered.

"Two in the morning," she said, lowering her voice to a scarcely audible whisper.

"But the bathroom is upstairs," I said. This would be difficult to explain—I was rock hard and she was soaked. We were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and the scent of musk had filled this room. This took sibling love to another level. Both of us were warm to the touch and even a child would understand that there was something else going on in this bedroom than a good night’s sleep. This for some reason just made her more excited. She faced me with her eyes glimmering as if it were Christmas Eve.

I quickly pulled my cock out from her love hole and pulled the sheets over us in case Mom would enter.

"It doesn’t sound like mom though," Luna said.

I listened as the mystery lady descended the stairs. "You’re right. It sounds like Cristy." She walked past this room and both of us froze. We could then breathe when we heard how she approached the foyer and put on her shoes.

"Is she heading out for a walk?" I wondered.

"Let’s check," she said. She rolled out of bed and went on her toes to the window. I didn’t like this at all, but I just realized that the horse stable and garden were overlooking this bedroom. I followed her and got on my knees as I watched out the window. It was Cristy. She wasn’t dressed in anything except for boots, and I could see her full moon in its full glory—brighter than the moon in the sky.

"What an ass," I said, as I watched her cheeks jiggle with every step.

"Don’t you think it is a bit blubbery?"

"Afraid of competition?" I teased her, which was about time.

She seized my cock and gave it a stroke of affection. "Nope, you’re mine."