My Milf System-Chapter 167. Little devil

I left poor Hillary in tears outside his father’s grand estate. Strangely, it seemed like the world itself had erased him—no one remembered his name, his face, or that he ever existed. He was a ghost now. Alone. Homeless. And as much as I could’ve offered him shelter—at my house or even in my realm—his pride was a chain around his neck. Let him feel the weight of the world outside his pampered walls. Let him taste life without a title or a silver spoon.

Thanks to the fact that time moved differently between the demon realm and here, though I’d been gone for days on the other side, only one day had passed here.

I went home, and as l stepped inside, l was greeted by the comforting stillness of home. I wandered into the kitchen, unsurprised to find it cleaner and more orderly than I remembered. Hunger gnawed at me, so I started rummaging through the cupboards and pots. That’s when l heard moaning coming from the bathroom.

Could it be Mom? I asked myself. But usually by this time, she wouldn’t be home. The only one who could be home was my sister, Sharon.

Could she be fucking with a guy?

But Sharon didn’t have a boyfriend, at least not one I knew of.

Curious, I tiptoed toward the loud, breathy moans and stopped in front of the bathroom door.

As I listened closely, my breath caught.

It was Sharon.

And from the sounds coming through the door—wet, rhythmic, needy—I could tell she wasn’t with anyone.

She was masturbating.

I shouldn’t have listened, but I did... my cock growing immediately. I gulped hard, and out of curiosity, I cracked the bathroom door open, just enough to catch a glimpse. I saw Sharon naked, wearing only a pair of thigh-high stockings—something I had only ever seen on my teacher Sarah.

She sat gracefully on the edge of the bathtub. One leg rested on the rim as she fucked herself with her fingers, her other hand caressing the soft curves of her tiny breasts. Her breath hitched, the moans she let slip from her lips growing louder, more urgent, as she neared the peak.

"Oh Goddess, yes," she gasped, leaning back, her back arching as she deepened the rhythm of her fingers.

I stood frozen, the sight of her, so beautiful in her vulnerability, only seemed to draw me in deeper, making me harder.

"Fuuuuuuck," she screamed, a few seconds later, as an obvious orgasm cascaded through her.

Thinking she was done, I backed away, not wanting to have her catch me watching...

But then, a shocking twist.

"Oh yes, Asher, fuck me, fuck me hard," she cried out.

My breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded as I processed what I had just heard. She said my name—my name—while masturbating.

"Oh yes, Asher, slam that big hard dick in me," she whispered desperately, her movements intensifying.

I stood there, paralyzed, my own body responding instinctively to the sound of her voice, the way her words unraveled me. A part of me wanted to pull away, to escape the intensity of the moment, but I couldn’t. I was caught, trapped in the heat of her desire, unable to look away.

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes," she screamed a minute later, as her second orgasm hit her.

I backed away then, not believing my own sister was masturbating while fantasizing about me.

I moved back into the kitchen, trying to act as though nothing had happened, trying to shake off the heady rush of emotions. About ten minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open, and I cleared my throat, making sure she knew I was home. Then, I heard the soft patter of her footsteps coming closer. She stopped just outside the kitchen, and when I looked up, there she was—completely naked, steam swirling around her like mist in the air. Her skin was glistening with the warmth of the bath and her damp hair clung to her bare shoulders.

I swallowed hard. "W-why are you naked?"

She cocked a brow, completely unfazed. "Because I was bathing. Obviously."

"I mean—yeah, I see that. But couldn’t you wrap yourself in a towel at least?"

Her voice dropped into something devilish. "Why should I? Mom’s not around...and besides, you promised to cum on my tits if l helped Anna clean up the mess you made on the mixer, didn’t you?"

I sighed. "I know, but I’m kinda tired right now. I need to rest."

She grinned, and walked over toward me, glancing up into my eyes, her hands sliding into my pants, grazing my cock. "You’re tired, but why are you hard?"

I flinched. "Um... nothing! It’s just—"

"What? Are you aroused from seeing me naked? Such a bad boy!"

God... what was I going to do with her? I’d been trying so hard to resist my lust and my incestuous fantasies, but with all her teasing, I was dangerously close to giving in. Sharon was making it impossible to ignore.

She slid her hand deeper into my pants, stroking my dick slowly, her smirk wicked, relishing the way she had me cornered like the little devil she was. Just when l began enjoying the blow job from my sister, we heard the main door creaked open, and l immediately knew it was mom.

"Shit!!" Sharon exclaimed. "What should we do? She’ll find me naked!!"

I sighed. "Relax!!"

And just as l activated my invisibility skill, mom entered the kitchen, raising her brows at the sight of Sharon naked.

"And then...?" She asked, raising her shoulders.

"Notbing!!" Sharon grumbled. "I was just thirsty after taking a bath!"

She took a bottle of water and poured some into a glass, and began drinking.

Mom just ignored her and began packing up the veggies she had brought on the cupboards.

I grinned as l remembered just how Sharon was teasing me earlier. Time for a payback!!

Although she couldn’t see me, she definitely felt me. My hands began caressing her body, quickly moving up to her breasts that l love playing with a lot. She almost chocked on her water and put the glass down.

Mom turned and looked at her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, then gasped when l moved one of my hand down to her honeypot, and began rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes, trying hard to suppress any moans from escaping her lips.

Her pussy began drenching wet, her juices drooling down her thighs and onto my fingers. Both her hands balanced on the counter as she slightly patted her legs to let me finger her good and a little deeper. I slowly slid my middle finger inside her squelching, warm pussy, so wet that it began making slurping sounds and to prevent our mom from hearing, Sharon began humming as if she were singing. But the smell of sex suddenly took over the whole kitchen. Mom stopped what she was doing, and turned to Sharon, tilting her head slightly.

"W-whats going on with you?"

Sharon opened her lusty eyes and glared at mom, her voice breathy. "W-what... nothing.. what do you mean?"

Mom just studied her for a second and l saw her gaze move to Sharon’s thighs, seeing how her daughter was dripping wet in front of her. She just sighed, and returned to what she was doing.

I smirked, and masturbated Sharon even more, making her wetter that she had to put her hands in front of her, just enough to cover her vagina from mom as she hummed even louder. Just when l felt her tremble, signs that she was about to cum, l pulled out my finger from her, then tiptoed out of the kitchen. I heard her growl behind in frustration, angry that l left her on edge. I chuckled inwardly.

That’s what you deserve, you little devil!

But what l didn’t know was that I’d just made an enemy of my sister. She was determined to put me through the same hell l put her today in front of mom. And l admit, l wasn’t even expecting things to go down that way.

TBC