Little sister continued...

I pulled my Walmart vest off the second I clocked out at 7:12 a.m., the fluorescent lights still buzzing behind my eyes. My feet ached, my ponytail was falling apart, and all I wanted was sleep. But my body had other ideas. During my last break I’d hidden in the bathroom stall again, headphones in, watching that new furry animation—the shy vixen girl getting pinned and bred deep by the strong wolf, her belly swelling as he pumped her full. The sight of thick cum leaking out of her while she whimpered had me soaked the whole drive.

I’m twenty-three. The quiet, introverted younger sister who barely speaks at family gatherings. Night stocker at Walmart, always keeping to myself. No one knows that every time I see you—my big sister’s older husband—my pulse races and my imagination turns feral. I’ve wanted you for years. Since the first long hug at Thanksgiving. You’re taller, steady, with those strong hands that make me fantasize about being held down and used. I go home after every visit and finger myself senseless, whispering your name while picturing you mounting me like one of those dominant wolves in my videos.

This morning the ache was unbearable. I drove straight past my apartment and to your house instead. My sister was away on her work trip until tomorrow night—you’d mentioned it last week. It was empty on the roads, the sky just starting to lighten. My heart hammered as I parked a couple houses down and walked up your driveway on shaky legs, still in my black work pants and hoodie.

I knocked softly. The door opened and there you were, sleepy in sweatpants and a t-shirt, hair messy from bed.

“You?” Your voice was rough with surprise. “Is everything okay? Your sister—”

“I know she’s gone,” I whispered, cheeks burning as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I couldn’t meet your eyes at first, but the words spilled out anyway. “I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All night. I watched something and got so wet I had to come here.”

I looked up at you, trembling. “I’ve always wanted you. Since the beginning. I’m too shy to say it out loud normally, but when I’m alone I’m not shy at all. I touch myself thinking about you using me.”

My hands moved on their own. I unzipped my hoodie and let it drop, then shoved my work pants and panties down, stepping out until I stood there in just my polo shirt and socks. My bare pussy was already slick and swollen. I reached down and spread my lips with two fingers, showing you.

“I know you had a vasectomy,” I breathed, voice shaking but honest. “I overheard you and my sister talking about it months ago. That’s… that’s part of why I need this so badly. I crave the feeling of being filled and bred so deep, but without any real fear of getting pregnant. I want you to pump me full and creampie me until it’s leaking out, knowing it’s safe. I want to feel that warm rush inside me, like the vixen girls in my furry animations, without any consequences. Just pure, filthy pleasure.”

I turned around slowly and bent over the back of your couch, ass up, legs spread. My tailbone tingled like I really had a soft fox tail swishing behind me. I looked back over my shoulder at you, face flushed crimson.

“Please use my pussy,” I begged softly. “Breed me like I’m one of those needy furry girls. Fill me up. Creampie me as many times as you want. I’ve fantasized about this on every night shift—hiding in the break room, touching myself while imagining your cock stretching me open and pumping me full. I don’t care that you’re my sister’s husband. I need it. I need you to use your shy little sister-in-law and give her exactly what she craves.”

I stayed there, dripping, heart pounding, waiting for you to step forward and finally give me the deep, safe breeding I’d been dreaming about for so long.

I heard your footsteps behind me and my breath caught in my throat. My heart slammed against my ribs as you moved closer. Then I felt the heat of your body, and the soft rustle of fabric as you pulled your sweatpants down.

I glanced back just in time to see your extremely hard, thick 5-inch cock spring free—veins standing out, the head already glistening. It looked so heavy and ready. My pussy clenched hard at the sight, a fresh rush of wetness dripping down my inner thigh.

“Oh god…” I whimpered, my voice tiny and shaky.

You didn’t say anything. You just stepped right up behind me, gripped my hips with those strong hands I’d fantasized about for years, and pressed the thick head of your cock against my soaked entrance. I was so wet it slipped along my slit once, twice, teasing me, before you pushed forward.

I gasped loudly as you stretched me open. Even though you’re only five inches, you felt so thick—filling me perfectly, pressing against every sensitive spot inside. My walls fluttered and gripped you as you sank all the way in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out against my cervix.

“Yes… yes…” I moaned, pushing back against you. “Give it to me. Breed me.”

You started thrusting—deep, steady strokes that made my toes curl in my socks. The sound of your hips slapping against my ass filled the quiet living room, wet and obscene. Every time you drove in, I felt the heavy head kiss my deepest point, and every time you pulled back, my pussy tried to suck you back in.

I was lost in it. My shy, introverted brain melted away as you fucked me harder, using my pussy exactly like I’d begged you to. I kept whispering between moans, voice breaking:

“Fill me… I want to feel you cum inside… I know it’s safe… pump me full… just like the vixen in the video…”

You gripped my hips tighter and started pounding me faster. My legs shook. I reached back with one hand and spread myself wider for you, desperate for every inch. The pressure built fast—my clit throbbing, my belly tightening with that deep, needy ache.

Then I felt you swell even thicker inside me. Your thrusts became shorter, more urgent.

“Please… don’t pull out,” I begged, voice hoarse. “Creampie me. Breed your little sister-in-law’s pussy.”

With a deep groan you slammed in one last time and held yourself buried to the hilt. I felt the first powerful spurt of your hot cum explode against my cervix, then another, and another—thick, warm jets flooding me completely. The sensation was everything I’d craved: that full, pulsing rush of being bred, your cock throbbing as you emptied every drop deep inside me.

I came hard around you, my walls milking your cock, drawing out even more of your cum. My legs nearly gave out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, my shy little cries turning into shameless moans.

You stayed inside me for a long moment, letting me feel every twitch as the last of your load settled deep. When you finally pulled out slowly, I whimpered at the loss—then moaned again as I felt your warm cum start to leak out of my used pussy and trickle down my thighs.

I stayed bent over the couch, panting, ass still up, glowing with satisfaction.

“Thank you…” I whispered, voice soft and trembling. “That was everything I needed… but… if you’re still hard… I want more. Use me again. Creampie me until I can’t hold any more.”

I looked back at you over my shoulder, flushed and needy, waiting for whatever you wanted to do next to your shy, cum-filled sister-in-law.

I felt your hands on my hips again, strong and sure, lifting me effortlessly off the back of the couch. My legs were still shaky from the first creampie, and your warm cum was already leaking down my thighs as you turned me around and laid me on my back on the soft cushions.

You spread my legs wide, almost folding me in half with my knees pushed toward my chest. I was completely exposed—my freshly fucked pussy open and glistening, puffy and red, with thick white globs of your cum slowly oozing out of me. My face burned with shy embarrassment, but the heat between my legs only grew stronger.

“Oh… please…” I whispered, voice trembling as I watched you kneel between my thighs.

You leaned in and dragged your tongue slowly up my slit, licking up the mix of your cum and my juices in one long, filthy stroke. I gasped sharply, my back arching off the couch. The feeling was overwhelming—your warm, wet tongue cleaning me, tasting what you’d just pumped so deep inside your shy little sister-in-law.

“Mmm… yes… eat it out of me,” I moaned softly, my hands gripping the couch cushions. I was so sensitive after cumming that every lick made me twitch and whimper. You didn’t hold back. You spread my lips wider with your thumbs and buried your tongue inside me, scooping out more of your thick load, sucking gently on my clit before pushing back in. The wet, obscene sounds of you eating your own creampie out of my pussy filled the room.

I covered my mouth with one hand, trying to stay quiet even though my body was betraying me—hips rolling against your face, thighs trembling around your head. My furry fantasies flooded my mind: I was the needy little vixen getting cleaned by her strong wolf after being bred, his tongue claiming every drop.

“You’re… you’re really eating your cum out of me…” I breathed, voice cracking with shy arousal. “It feels so good… I’ve dreamed about this. Being used and then cleaned like a good girl… Keep going, please. Suck it all out.”

You licked deeper, more hungrily, swirling around my entrance and over my clit until my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Another orgasm built fast—this one sharper and more intense because of how exposed I felt. I reached down and threaded my fingers through your hair, not pulling you away but holding you there as my hips bucked.

“I’m gonna— I’m cumming again—” I whimpered.

My pussy clenched hard around your tongue as the orgasm hit me. Fresh juices mixed with the last of your cum flooded your mouth while I moaned your name in broken little cries, my whole body shuddering. You kept licking through it, gentler now, cleaning me thoroughly until I was trembling and oversensitive.

When you finally pulled back, your lips and chin were shiny with our combined mess. I lay there panting, legs still spread wide, my pussy clean but twitching with aftershocks. My cheeks were burning, but my eyes were glassy with lust as I looked at you.

“Thank you…” I whispered shyly. “That was so dirty… and so perfect. I feel so full and taken care of.”

I bit my lip, glancing down at your still-hard cock. My voice dropped even quieter, almost embarrassed to ask for more.

“…Can you put it back inside me now? I want another load. Breed me again… please.”

I reached down and spread myself open with my fingers, inviting you back into my warm, eager pussy.