PART 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vjwvhe/cumming\_inside\_my\_exs\_sister\_f\_years\_later/
How I first met Elena's sister, Cat, here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v46u46/fucking\_my\_coworker\_f\_raw\_while\_our\_other/
After Elena left for her barre class, it took me forever to roll a joint (I was out of practice). But I finally managed it and then set it on the table and went to take a shower, rinsing her juices off of my cock and feeling it swell in my hands at the thought of having just spilled my cum deep inside my ex’s younger sister. It took all of my willpower, but I stopped before I got myself fully hard—and I didn’t jerk off, determined to save myself for round two with Elena.
After a leisurely shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist and sat on the couch, lighting up the joint and flicking on the TV.
I checked my phone and found that I’d missed a text from Elena almost an hour ago, just after she’d arrived at the studio for her class. I must’ve been grinding weed or showering at the time. It was a selfie, taken in what looked like a bathroom stall, with her yoga pants pulled down and the phone held below, showing her pussy still leaking my cum.
Instantly I was rock hard. I zoomed in to see her slick lips, a gob of my cum clinging to her labia, the sexy expression on her face as she looked down at her phone to make sure she was getting everything in the photo.
My cock was throbbing under the towel, which was still all I was wearing. I was feeling pretty high now, having smoked most of the joint. And it occurred to me that I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d been sitting there, staring at the photo.
I snapped out of it when I heard Elena’s key in the lock. She was back from her class!
Hastily I saved the photo she’d sent me and set down my phone, standing up just as she came through the door and put down her bag. She was gorgeous, a little sweaty, her nipples slightly hard under her black sports bra, her yoga pants accentuating the curve of her ass.
She laughed at me.
“You never responded, but I see you got my photo.”
I looked down. My erect cock was pitching an obvious tent with the towel. My head was spinning a bit from the weed, and my whole body was tingling in anticipation of feeling hers again.
“Mmmm, skunky—it smells like your night is off to a great start,” she said, taking a step toward the coffee table when she saw the joint smoldering in her ashtray there. She picked it up and took one long drag and then another, passing it to me when she was done.
I inhaled deeply and passed it back, feeling sensuously high. She smiled at me as she felt it start to take effect, too.
“I can’t believe you took that photo,” I said.
Elena set the nub of the joint down and crossed her arms underneath her sports bra, pulling it off over her head. Her hard nipples brushed against my bare chest as she stepped in to kiss me.
“Can I tell you a secret? It’s… kind of a thing, with me,” she said, mashing her lips against mine and then pulling away. “Like… a fetish? I’m sorry if that’s weird.”
“Wait, what? What do you mean, a ‘thing’—a ‘fetish’?” I asked, almost gasping, as we made out. If she meant what I thought she meant… and it turned me on insanely.
She blushed.
“Fuck, I don’t know why I’m even telling you this—it’s so crazy, and like half the people I’ve ever dated have been freaked out by it,” she said. I was kissing down her neck. “Except that… I dunno. It kinda seems like you might be into it, too?”
With more than a little nervousness on her face, Elena pulled back from me and pulled her phone out of the pocket in her yoga pants, unlocked it, swiped a handful of times to get to the “hidden” photo album, and handed it to me.
“Anyway. I’m gonna rinse off in the shower,” she said, sounding like she could barely contain her horniness about whatever I was about to see on her phone. “Hope this helps you get warmed up for me”—she said, indicating the phone—“not that you need much help.”
She leaned in and kiss me, pulling on one end of my towel as she did so. It fell off instantly, my erection bouncing against her leg. She took it in her hands and led me by the tip to the door of her bedroom, gesturing for me to lay down on the bed.
“Enjoy,” she said. “But save your load for me. Obviously.”
Then she stripped off her yoga pants and panties and stepped into the bathroom to shower, leaving the door open just a crack behind her as I laid on the bed.
I snapped out of it after a second, my cock throbbing as I remembered I had Elena’s unlocked phone in my hand.
I looked down: it was the same photo she’d sent me, her phone held low and at an angle so it would capture both her dripping pussy and her face. I tried to scroll right, but it was the most recent photo. So I tried left—and found an outtake: essentially the same photo, but slightly blurry. Then another, still showing my semen dripping out of her, but with part of her labia accidentally outside the frame.
I swiped to the next photo, and suddenly Elena was in a different setting in a different position: completely naked on her back, her tits squeezed together, looking down at her pussy lips while she spread them open with both hands. As in the bathroom stall photos, you could see sperm spilling out of her opening, down her asscrack and upper thigh.
I realized with a start that this photo must’ve been taken in this very bed—her bed—where I was now laying. But this was my first time even being in her room. I’d fucked her against the wall in the entryway, not in here.
And she couldn’t have been the one holding the camera, anyway. Because she was holding her labia with both hands, and the angle of the photo was all wrong. It had to have been taken by whoever had just fucked her.
I tapped the screen to bring up the date: three days earlier. Before I’d even matched with Elena.
I swiped to the next one, which was essentially the same shot except that she was looking straight into the camera, an extremely sexy look of satisfaction on her face as cum streamed out of her pussy. In the next one, she was laughing at whoever had been taking the photos. And in the one after that, the angle was much tighter and she hadn’t been filled with cum just yet. Instead, the shaft of someone else’s cock was buried halfway inside her, her eyes were closed and her mouth open in a moan, her arms reaching off-camera as though to pull whoever this was deeper into her. This photo had also been taken three days ago.
In the next one, which was snapped a week before that, Elena’s head was thrown back so you couldn’t fully make out her face. But her pussy, flat stomach, and shapely tits were streaked with cum that she appeared to be rubbing all over herself with both hands. The next couple of photos showed close-ups of her cum-smeared breasts and stomach, followed by a shot of a bemused Elena licking cum off of her own fingers and then a shot of two male fingers buried in her cum-soaked pussy.
From the bathroom, I heard the shower running.
Rock hard, I stopped scrolling photo by photo and instead zoomed out to the album view.
There were dozens of these photos, many with what appeared to be completely different guys—some of which were selfies she’d clearly taken by herself after getting fucked, some of which were post-sex shots taken by her partners, a few of which showed her getting actively penetrated or sucking cock.
I still had a few photos and videos of exes—including Cat—squirreled away deep in the recesses of my computer hard drive. But this was on another level: like she was documenting, almost collecting, every load she took, most of them inside her.
I flicked between especially hot images for a few seconds, my cock throbbing at the sight of Elena wiping someone’s semen out of her hair in one shot, scooping someone else’s out of her pussy in another, licking some anonymous hookup’s cum off of her breast while looking into the camera in a third.
I stood up, just about to put the phone down and charge into the bathroom to fuck her.
But then I scrolled to the very beginning, curious about the earliest photo’s she had taken.
At the very top of Elena’s “hidden” album there were a small handful of photos and one video, all much grainier than the images that came later. Instinctively, I tapped the video—and it opened, full screen, and began to play.
The camera panned up from a bedsheet to reveal a thick cock plowing into a pussy with prominent labia from behind, as the woman lay on her stomach. The man moaned that he was going to cum and the woman reached down to caress his balls just as he started to ejaculate, milking most of the cum into her pussy—but then jumping up and rolling over to take the last few gobs in her mouth, the guy moaning and squeezing it out drop by drop onto her tongue.
Her eyes flashed at the camera phone—Cat’s eyes—and I watched on the screen as my own hand milked a couple of additional drops of my cum out of my cock, into her mouth. She laughed, and I did, too, and suddenly the video cut off.
My heart was pounding. This wasn’t even one of the videos I still had in my spank bank, though I remembered filming it with Cat’s phone, back when we were together, and she must’ve sent it to me sometime. But I’d long since lost or deleted it.
Clearly, along with sharing details of our sex life with her younger sister, Cat had sent this video we’d made, too.
I got back to the album view and clicked on the grainy half-dozen or so photos, and it was as I suspected: each was a shot of myself and Cat having sex. Most were from my point of view—my tip just slipping inside her, or my fingers spreading her open, or my cum leaking out of her pussy after filling her up. But in a couple of the photos I had evidently handed the phone over to Cat, because they showed my face buried between her legs and my tongue on her clit, her legs spread as I sank my cock into her in missionary, the two of us cuddling in post-coital bliss, all from her point of view.
I was momentarily stunned. Cat had sent all of these to her own sister—and had done it without my consent?? After a half-second of feeling weird about that, though, my raging libido took over… and I said a silent thanks to Cat, wherever she was and whatever she happened to be doing at right that second, for inadvertently setting the stage for one of the hottest hookups of my life.
I’m not sure I would’ve consented in the abstract, if she’d asked me back when we were hooking up—but here and now, faced with the reality of the situation, I found myself unbelievably turned on by it. I was glad, almost grateful, she’d done it—and realized that, if I poked around in my email on my phone, I might even be able to dig up some old photos or videos of myself and Cat to show to Elena. Which would be insanely hot.
But… that could wait.
I watched the video of myself cumming inside of Cat (and then leaving the rest in her mouth) one more time.
Then I took the phone in my hand, swiped open the videocamera app, and turned toward the cracked-open bathroom door, intent on doing the same thing to her sister.
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