SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Chapter 432 432: Convenient Big Sister

Right now, Astrid was lying weakly on the sofa, her half-naked body trembling as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her chest rose and fell heavily, her eyes glazed over with a blissed-out, utterly satisfied expression.

She was using Mika's lap as a pillow, completely limp, while his hands were still on her—one gently playing with her soft breast, kneading the plush flesh, while the other lightly caressed her nipple, sending small shivers through her exhausted frame.

Right now, she was utterly spent.

This was because when Mika had decided to focus on her breasts, he had been a man on a mission.

He hadn't held back at all. He had sucked them, bitten them, licked her areolas with specific, targeted attention that sent electrifying sensations throughout her entire body.

He had left love marks everywhere—so many that her chest, rising and falling with each heavy breath, was now covered in blue and purple bite marks.

She looked like a victim of abuse.

But the only abuse she had received was overwhelming love and lust from her little brother.

At one point, he had pulled both of her breasts together so he could bite both nipples simultaneously, like he was trying to extract milk from her.

She hadn't been able to hold back—the mixture of pain and pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, too intense.

She had moaned and whimpered and gasped, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter until moisture was sliding down her thighs and legs, drenching the sofa beneath her.

Finally, it had become too much.

She had climaxed—a small, unexpected orgasm that ripped through her without warning.

Her body had convulsed, and she had collapsed forward, her breasts landing directly on top of Mika's face, smothering him completely.

For a moment, Mika had flailed beneath her, completely suffocated, trying to push her off.

But Astrid was too exhausted to even notice. He had to physically lift her away himself.

That was when he realized just how weak she had become and he had carried her to the sofa and laid her down, giving her time to recover.

And now here she was.

But even in her exhausted state, she could still feel the ghost of his lips on her breasts—the sensation refusing to fade completely.

And as much as she hated to admit it, it felt amazing.

She could already imagine how she would use this memory later to satisfy any desires that arose.

Weakly, she looked down at her chest now, at the purple and blue marks scattered across her pale skin.

They were his. Every single one of them. He'd put them there, claimed her in this small, visible way, and anyone who saw them would know that someone had been at her. That she'd been had.

The thought made her feel wrong. Made her feel excited. Made her want more.

She was getting swept up in him and she couldn't find the will to fight it anymore.

Every time she tried to resist, he simply turned her around and showed her another reason to surrender.

Another pleasure she hadn't known her body could hold.

But now, finally, he was giving her rest.

Maybe it was over. Maybe he'd exhausted himself too, satisfied with the damage he'd done, ready to let her recuperate in peace.

The thought was barely formed in her mind when she heard it.

Zip!

A zipper.

Astrid's eyes, which had been half-closed in bliss, snapped open.

And then—a massive shadow fell over her face.

It was as if someone had erected a monolithic tower directly in front of her, blocking out the light. She blinked, confused, trying to understand what she was seeing.

Then her gaze focused.

And her blood ran cold.

It wasn't a tower.

It wasn't a structure.

It was Mika's penis.

It stood before her like a monument to everything terrifying and arousing about her little brother.

Thick—impossibly thick, thicker than her wrist, thicker than anything she'd ever seen outside of porn.

Long—so long that it reached past her face even with him standing, even with her lying down, a full foot of veined, throbbing, raging meat.

The head was a bulbous purple helmet, slick with pre-cum that beaded at the slit and dripped slowly downward, trailing silver strings of wetness along the shaft.

Veins pulsed along its length like rivers on a map, carrying blood to this monster, this beast, this living embodiment of everything that made Mika dangerous.

Astrid had never been afraid of anything in her life.

She'd faced down Kings, stared down her mother, stood her ground against monsters and dungeons and anyone else who tried to push her around.

She was fearless.

But looking at that cock—at that monstrous, impossible, beautiful cock—she felt fear.

Real fear.

The kind of fear a mouse feels when a snake rears up before it.

Her voice came out as a whisper. A trembling whisper.

"M-Mika...Why...Why did you take that out? Why is it so close to my face?"

She could feel her breath against it as she spoke.

Could feel the heat radiating off it like a furnace.

Could smell it—the sharp, masculine scent of his arousal, underlaid with something darker, muskier, more primal.

Her cunt clenched involuntarily, gushing fresh wetness against the soaked sofa beneath her.

Mika grinned down at her—that innocent grin that hid so much depravity.

"Well, I saw you relaxing so peacefully, Astrid. So I thought, why shouldn't I relax too?"

He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and shook it, making the massive member wobble and bounce, slapping lightly against her cheek.

She flinched, gasped, her eyes going wide.

"It's been straining in my pants all night. It needed some air."

He then looked down at it with a mock-frown, pursing his lips as he said,

"But even out here, it won't relax. Look at it. It's still so hard."

He reached down suddenly—too suddenly—and grabbed her hand, pulling it up, wrapping her fingers around his shaft before she could react.

Her face ignited.

The feel of it in her hand—fuck. It was like holding a steel pipe wrapped in velvet.

Hot. Burning hot. Throbbing with its own heartbeat, pulsing against her palm like a living thing.

Her fingers couldn't even close around it; his hand guided hers in stroking up and down, up and down, sliding her grip along that impossible length.

"Feel that?" His voice was soft, almost tender. "It's like stone. Solid all the way through."

He pressed her fingers against the shaft, making her feel the unyielding hardness.

"Not a single soft spot. Not at the base, not in the middle..." He guided her hand to the head, making her fingertips brush against that slick, swollen helmet. "...and definitely not here."

Astrid couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Could only feel—feel his cock in her hand, feel the way it twitched and jumped at her touch, feel the pre-cum smearing across her fingers, sticky and hot and wrong and perfect.

"But you know what, Astrid?" Mika's smile widened. "The moment you touched it—the moment your hand wrapped around it and started stroking—I felt it relax. Just a little."

"Just enough to know that you can help."

His eyes gleamed down at her, that intense glint returning, the one that made her feel like prey.

"And you know what the sages say—family should help each other."

He murmured, and his voice had gone low now, serious, intent.

"That's what your mother also always says, right Astrid? That we have to look out for each other, help each other, no matter what?"

He looked at her with those innocent eyes—that manufactured innocence that she knew was fake but couldn't help responding to.

"Well...your little brother is struggling right now. He's got this aching cock that won't settle down, and it hurts, Astrid. It really hurts."

"So I was wondering...if my dear older sister would help me with it?"

Hearing this obvious act of manipulation, Astrid pouted up at him, glaring weakly.

"This is too much, Mika. You're only calling your older sister when it benifits you. You just want to satisfy your own desires."

"What? Astrid! How could you even think that?"

He pressed a hand to his chest in mock-offense.

"Would I ever do such a thing?"

She rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt.

But then his face shifted. The innocence dropped away like a mask, revealing the hungry thing beneath.

"Right now, I need help from my older sister. So go ahead, big sis."

His voice was a command wrapped in silk.

"Go ahead and help your poor brother out. Suck his big fat cock. Take it deep down your throat. Calm it down so your little brother doesn't have to hurt anymore."

Normally, Astrid would have protested in this moment. She would have said something, fought back, resisted in some way.

But right now?

She was too tired. Too weak. Too far gone in the bliss and ecstasy that had been building inside her to even form a coherent protest.

Because she had realized something undeniable.

She was enjoying this.

Every single moment of it.

And it was quite apparent in the way her body responded—the growing wetness between her legs, the way her hips unconsciously shifted, the soft whimpers that escaped her lips.

If she tried to protest now, she would feel like such a hypocrite, saying one thing while her body screamed another.

She was too ashamed to even try.

But still, some small part of her wanted to change his mind.

She looked up at him with the most pitiful puppy dog eyes she could muster.

If Astrid gazed at anyone else with such innocent, cute desperation, they would do absolutely anything for her.

But Mika?

He looked down at her coldly.

Unmoved.

Unimpressed.

Astrid's heart sank. She realized there was nothing she could do that would change his mind now.

So, having no choice, she slowly turned herself over on the sofa, positioning herself properly.

Her eyes landed on his erect penis, looming before her, and she gave him one last glance—her final act of retaliation.

Then she stuck out her tongue and began to lick.

Lick!

The moment she made contact, a shiver ran through her entire body.

"Mmmm—!"

The taste of him flooded her senses—earthy and salty, a flavor she couldn't properly describe but recognized instantly.

It was him, uniquely and completely him. And gods help her, it excited her.

She started with small licks, her tongue tracing the base.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

She pressed little kisses there, soft and almost affectionate, while rubbing her nose against his length like a cat seeking a deeper scent.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Then she moved higher, running her tongue along the thick vein that pulsed beneath the sensitive skin.

She could feel it twitch against her tongue, and she found herself fascinated by the way it moved, by the sheer life in him.

She tried to catch it with her small teeth, to give it a gentle bite, but it was too thick, too firm. So she moved on.

Higher still, she reached the tip.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

The bulbous head glistened with pre-cum, and she kissed it softly at first, then began to lick in earnest.

This was where his flavor was strongest—the salt of him concentrated on her tongue. And when it touched her mouth, something shifted inside her.

A look of memory and nostalgia crossed her face.

The last time she had sucked his penis was over a year ago. In the intervening months, she had used the dildo she stole from Charlotte as a substitute, fucking it while imagining it was Mika.

But it never had his flavor.

It only had her own, from when she used it to masturbate.

She had always been dissatisfied with that.

But now? Now she finally had the real thing again.

His taste, his scent, his warmth. She was loving every single moment of this, finally getting to suck Mika's penis again, to lick it all over, to show him how much she cared.

Surely he would appreciate this, she thought.

Surely he would be satisfied.

She looked up, expecting to see him moaning, groaning, losing himself in pleasure because of her ultimate technique.

But to her shock—

Mika was looking down at her with disappointment.

The exact opposite of satisfaction.

Astrid's heart lurched.

"Why...Why are you staring at me like that, Mika?"

"Why are you looking at me like I did something wrong?"

Mika let out a deep, heavy sigh.

He looked into her eyes with an expression that made her feel small.

"You know, Astrid, you call yourself the big sister of the group. You always boast about being the oldest, about how your sisters look up to you."

She nodded weakly.

"Then how is it..."

He continued, his voice flat.

"...that out of all your sisters, you're the worst at giving head?"