Page 33 of Deliverance

“Right.” I cough, clearing my throat and trying to shake the lust from my head.

He narrows his eyes in suspicion for just a moment before turning to Brad, who agrees over a mouth full of potatoes.

“Oh, I love her. We’re already the best of friends.”

Maggie smiles at him as she shifts forward, conveniently using the movement to slip a finger inside me. A small gasp escapes my lips as I shove a piece of food in my mouth, exaggeratedly moaning as I nod.

“This is delicious.”

My father nods as he turns to Calista and begins yammering on about some dinner party they need to go to soon; meanwhile, my stepsister is finger fucking me beneath the table. Her thumb reaches my clit, swirling over it lazily in a way that has my legs shaking. Brad casts me a curious glance before his eyes move down, widening in shock.

“Is everything alright?” Calista asks, looking at Brad.

His head whips up, and his look of shock is gone in a flash.

“Of course. I spaced off for a moment. We haven’t heard much about your honeymoon. I’d love to hear more,” he says.

Calista practically preens under the attention as she begins to go on and on about the fantastic bungalow they stayed in and the fine dining. She even brought up making love in the sand which had all of us kids more than a little uncomfortable. Through it all, Maggie has refused to take her fingers out of me, and now, I’m going to come.

I reach down, attempting to pull her away from me, but she refuses, pumping her fingers into me over and over again before curling upward, massaging my g-spot until I see stars. Biting my lower lip, I attempt to hold in my sounds as my pussy convulses around her fingers, milking every ounce of pleasure I can before my body practically collapses.

Slumping back into my chair, I lift my napkin to my mouth and dab it demurely.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

My father dismisses me with one hand, too focused on his dinner to even care as I push my chair back and do my best to casually move to the bathroom. I grip the edge of the sink, hanging my head and trying to get my breathing under control. Holy fucking shit. That was so dangerous and yet so fucking hot.

A knock comes at the bathroom door and I already know who it is before I open it. I debate not opening it, but I’m still so fucking horny I need her. Ripping open the door, I yank her inside before shutting it behind her. She doesn’t even get a chance to speak before my mouth is on hers. I cup her face with my hands as my mouth devours her.

Maggie accepts my attack happily, her hands roaming over my body before slipping her fingers into my mouth.

“Suck, baby. Suck your cum off my fingers.”

I do as she says, licking and sucking before she shoves me to the ground. I look up at her from my knees as she drops her jean shorts and panties to the ground before hooking her leg over my shoulder. She doesn’t give me a moment, not a warning or a single breath, before she is shoving my face into her pussy. Her grip on my hair tightens as she grinds against my face, my tongue twirling around her clit as I begin lapping at her delicious taste.

“Fuck yes. You get me so wet, baby. I can’t control myself with you.”

I hum around her, sending a shiver rippling through her body as I slip a finger inside. She bites her lip, muffling her moan as her hold on my hair intensifies. She’s full on fucking my face now, and I love every second of it.

Oh god. I don’t even know what to think of this, to think of myself. It’s one thing to enjoy kissing a woman, even to like her touching and sucking me. It’s another entirely when I love touching and licking her just as much. That’s it. Maggie Bartlett has to be a drug, some kind of addictive substance the world doesn’t know about because if they did, everyone would be gladly overdosing on her.

“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Please,” she whimpers.

I have no intention of stopping, though. Not until I taste her cum on my tongue. I don’t have to wait long for that, though. Her head tips back, her mouth dropping open on a silent scream as she convulses around my finger, her cum hitting my tongue as I greedily lick up every drop.

She has barely finished shaking before a quick knock comes from the door. Maggie quickly bends down, pulling up her shorts as I stand up when my brother opens the door. His eyes look like they are about to pop out of his head as he whisper yells.

“So it’s true? You’re fucking my sister?” he asks Maggie.

“Shut the fuck up, Brad,” I hiss.

His eyes move to me. “Since when do you like pussy?”

“I don’t!” I defend.

“You can’t fool me. It smells like pussy and your mouth is shiny and wet. And her pants are still down!” he says, pointing to Maggie.

“Jesus, fucking calm down,” Maggie says with an eyeroll as she finishes buttoning her pants.