I helped my sisters BF cum -Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+


Julian: "I can't wait to feel myself inside you. I'm going to claim that boypussy of yours. And I have a plan."

I read Julian's message over and over, barely able to believe my eyes.

Each word felt like a spark, igniting something deep inside me. He’d started sending daily snaps of himself—sometimes just his toned, masculine abs mid-workout, or a quick shot of his strong arms, glistening with sweat. And then there were the photos of his hard cock, so casual yet so perfectly staged. I found myself lingering on every image, my mind racing with the possibilities. I wanted to touch every inch of him, taste the salty skin of his neck and trace the lines of his body from head to toe.

It was finally Saturday, and I’d done everything according to Julian’s plan. From the next room, I could hear him with my sister, her exaggerated moans filling the thin walls. A twinge of jealousy sparked in me—but that same jealousy only seemed to intensify the thrill. I knew how little she actually wanted to get him off, how that task, by design, fell to me. And what a job it was.

Her moans reached a crescendo, trailing off into silence, and almost on cue, I heard her leave her room and head to the shower.

It took everything in me not to just go into the next room to ride Julian's brains out, but I knew I had to stick to the plan. I double-checked my little bag—everything we’d planned was there, every detail in place. Now, all I had to do was wait for my sister to finish her shower.

I heard some slight commotion in my sister's room, the sound of Julian working out, his heavy breathing echoing through the walls. Suddenly, I received a snap from him: his thick, perfect length on full display, the big cockhead glistening faintly in the dim light. The caption read, "It can't wait to be inside you," while his stomach glistened with a light sheen of sweat.

Just the way I like it, I grinned at the thought.

I felt my cheeks warm up, and despite having seen it countless times by now, it still had that effect on me. Not just butterflies in my stomach—more like a subtle, thrilling flutter that seemed to settle low, sending a buzz right down to my core.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally heard the water stop in the bathroom, followed by the familiar hum of the washing machine—her usual signal that her shower was wrapping up. Ten more agonizing minutes dragged by until I heard her call out, "Julian, baby! I’m heading out. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Don’t let Samuel bother you; he’s probably sulking in his room as usual anyway. And why do you seem all sweaty? Ugh! Take a shower, babe."

Julian’s voice responded in that sweet-talking tone he always used with her. "I just did a quick workout after you left. I’ll hop in the shower right now. Bye, babe," he said, finishing with a soft kiss. My stomach churned at the thought, but a small smile crept onto my face. I knew what was coming next.

When I finally heard the car pull out of the driveway, I grabbed my little bag and crept down the corridor. Julian wasn’t there—just as we planned. Heart racing, I slipped into my sister’s bedroom, the door clicking softly behind me.

As I undressed completely, I felt the familiar pressure of the pink studded butt plug nestled inside me. I smirked, the thrill of my secret filling the air. I quickly opened her drawer, pulling out the delicate pink lace panties. The fabric felt cool against my skin as I slipped them on, each lace trim sending shivers of excitement through me.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt a rush of empowerment. The glittery eyeshadow made my eyes pop, shimmering with every flicker of light. I could see the reflection of someone who was bold and unafraid. This was more than just revenge; it was liberation. I was ready to reclaim what was rightfully mine, to embrace the exhilarating risk of being with Julian, even if it meant crossing more boundaries.

I went into position on the bed, the air thick with the smell of my sister's perfume mixed with Julian’s intoxicatingly musky cologne. I knew my sister hated the scent of musk, but I found it extremely hot, making my own dick rise.

I heard footsteps approaching, the door opening and then closing softly behind him. Julian stood there, his tanned skin glistening slightly with sweat, his dark hair tousled as if he’d been running his hands through it in frustration. He looked even more handsome than usual—if that were possible. His deep brown eyes scanned me, lingering on my body.

"You look amazing, Sammy."

He was only wearing his sweats, which he quickly peeled off, revealing the impressive bulge straining against his boxers. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight.

I made my way up to him, my heart racing with anticipation. I started kissing his body, my lips trailing down his chest, savoring the salty taste of his sweat that clung to his skin. Each kiss ignited a fire within me, the intoxicating scent of his musk wrapping around me like a warm blanket. I took my time, licking and kissing, even exploring the smooth contours of his armpits, where the scent was strongest. The earthy aroma drove me wild, making my head spin with desire.

With a playful tug, I slid my fingers down to his boxers, pulling them slightly lower to reveal his slightly hairy ass crack. The sight made my mouth water, and I couldn't resist leaning in to lick him, savoring the taste of sweat mingled with skin. The heat radiating from his body made me ache with need, my own dick leaking in the lace panties, straining against the fabric in response to the pleasure I was giving him.

Julian’s breaths turned into deep, manly moans, the sounds resonating in the room like music to my ears. I could feel his confidence swell with every kiss, every lick, as if I was worshipping him like the alpha he truly was. He loved being adored, and I was more than happy to give him what he craved. My own excitement heightened with each reaction, each involuntary shudder of pleasure that coursed through his body, drawing me deeper into this moment of pure ecstasy.

I turned around, my focus zeroing in on his bulge as I pulled down his boxers, watching his substantial dick and heavy balls spring free. The sight sent a rush of heat through me, my mouth watering at the anticipation. Julian took his impressive length in his hand, giving it a firm slap against my cheeks, the warm, slick precum coating my skin.

I relished in it, feeling both exhilarated and submissive, the thrill of being at his mercy igniting my desire even more. The sensation was otherwordly, a delicious mixture of musk and heat that only intensified my longing for him.

He pulled my head toward his length, a commanding gesture that sent a thrill through me. “Oh Sammy, take it. Taste me,” he said, his voice low and filled with desire. I opened my mouth gladly, eager to accommodate him, my heart racing as I leaned in to savor every inch of him.

I began a sloppy, warm blowjob, my lips wrapping around his thick shaft as I took him deeper. The taste of him flooded my mouth—salty and slightly sweet (at least to me.) I let my tongue swirl around the sensitive head, taking my time to relish every inch. Each times his hips met mine movements made me feel fulfilled, in every sense.

His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me with a mix of urgency and care. I relished the sensation of him in my mouth, the way his girth stretched my mouth, forcing me to take him fully. My dick straining and leaking against the lace panties as I made every effort to please him, pleasing myself on that process.

After a few blissful minutes, he pulled my chin up with a firm yet gentle grip, a signal for me to stand. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a potent mix of dominance and desire, making my heart race. I felt a rush of excitement at his silent command, knowing he was ready for more.

His lips found mine in a rough, desperate kiss, igniting a fire within me. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine. His tongue explored my mouth hungrily, tasting like mint mixed with something wild and untamed, a flavor that sent shivers down my spine.

Then Julian lifted me like I didn’t weigh a thing and carried me back to my room. With a gentle but firm push, he guided us toward the bed, laying me down onto the soft mattress. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my ass and squeezing firmly, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn’t help but arch my back, instinctively craving more of his strong hands.

“Spread your legs for me, Sammy,” he commanded, his voice gravelly with need. The authority in his tone made my heart race as I complied, guiding myself up on all fours. I felt exposed and eager, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

As his hands continued to caress my ass cheeks, I felt him inch closer, and then I felt his fingers brush against the diamond-studded buttplug nestled inside me. “Just like I said. Good girl!” he praised, and I beamed with pride at his words, my cheeks flushing with pleasure. The thrill of his approval ignited a deeper sense of desire within me, pushing me to want more.