#10

  "Sis… !"

  A deep sigh escaped me as my cock throbbed almost painfully inside her, spurting ropes of thick cum down Sarah’s wanting throat.

  After she had swallowed the st of my semen in a big noisy gulp, Sarah slowly pulled back, letting the st few spurts fill her mouth before she pulled back entirely, leaving my cock covered in a shining coating of her spit.

  With an intoxicated expression, she gulped down breaths of air through her mouth, inadvertently revealing the cum she still held in her mouth. Then, with a gulp, she swallowed it down.

  "Wow, you came a lot, Al," Sarah teased, smacking her lips.

  She seemed amazed at how much I just spewed out, as she stared and touched the cum coating the space between her boobs and spilling out to run down her exposed stomach.

  “Haa, haah,”

  Feeling good and well spent, I sat back on the bed, panting in satisfaction while my sister busied herself, gathering every st bit of my cum off her lips and chin, scooping it up with her fingers, and licking it off with her tongue.

  I gave her a helpless look.

  “Was it that good?”

  I thought I had cum quite a lot more than usual, with several waves of it down her gullet, but to believe that my sister swallowed all of it, almost with ease. Maybe the amount was just my imagination…

  Sarah looked at me, and grinned, “Yeah. It’s so much better than I imagined,"

  She looked at me and gently squeezed my softening cock, tugging on it and smiling when one more big drop of cum appeared at the tip.

  She then put her lips on the tip of my cock and sucked it into her mouth, swallowing it immediately. She wriggled her tongue around my cock, cleaning it, even licking my balls and the insides of my thigh where cum spshed.

  “Well, what did you think before?” I asked, curious.

  “I heard it has a fishy smell, and it tastes weirdly, slimy, salty… anyway, I like yours. I even find it a bit sweet. I think I could get used to this,” she said while happily rubbing my cock against her face as if she was adoring her treasure.

  I cackled in amusement before stroking her hair.

  “Still, I didn’t expect you to be good at it. Have you done this before?”

  “I wish,” she rolled her eyes.

  She released my softening cock from her hand and sat down, her arms resting on my thighs. With a satisfied smile, she looks deep into my eyes.

  “Anyway, did you like that?” she asked.

  Well, it would be strange if I denied it. I nodded and smiled wider.

  “That’s good.”

  She continued jerking my softening cock, and even pyed with it with her tongue and lips. A happy smile pyed on her lips. She even rubbed my saliva-coated shaft around her face as if she could not get enough of it, making me roll my eyes.

  What a big pervert.

  “So, how is it compared to ‘massaging’ mom’s feet?” she asked, catching me off guard.

  There’s a strange tone when she uttered ‘massaging’ for some reason she muttered it with an unconcealed sensuality.

  “So you did that intentionally?”

  I remembered her grinning face when she handed us that lotion I used to massage Mom, and I looked at her in suspicion.

  “Of course, if it’s for my dear perverted brother~” she smirked and id a kiss on my chest.

  “Whose the perverted one?!” I scowled before wrapping my legs around her neck, like a leg-locked. My cock pressed against her face.

  But as if proving how much of a pervert she is, my sister didn’t seem to care and was happily stuffing my cock inside her mouth.

  I had been trying to subdue her with my legs, but she didn't seem bothered at all. She continued to hum contentedly, bobbing her head as she wrapped her arms around my legs.

  The pressure on my thighs tightened a little, but she showed no signs of discomfort or panic.

  She seemed completely at ease, humming to herself and winding her arms around my legs. I tightened my hold a bit, just to see if she would react, but she didn't even flinch.

  I was in disbelief.

  I couldn't help but wonder just how strong her neck was.

  … or how weak I am?

  But as I was menting on my poor, pathetic body, Sarah suddenly made her move, swiftly lifting my body and spinning me, leaving me in a surprised heap on the bed.

  Before I could react, she had pinned me down with a bear hug, her arms wrapped tightly around my chest.

  I struggled to bridge high, pushing my body up in an attempt to throw her off, but Sarah was too strong.

  She leaned forward, pressing her chin against my chest and adding more weight to try and bring me down. I braced myself, determined not to give in.

  Suddenly, I felt her lips close around my nipple, and I couldn't help but let out a keening "mmmmm" as she began to suck hard, circling her tongue around the sensitive bud. It was almost too much to bear, but I refused to give in.

  "Hey!" I grunted, trying to maintain my composure.

  "Give up?" Sarah challenged a mischievous glint in her eye.

  "In your dreams!" I scowled, not wanting to show any signs of weakness.

  Headlocking her was supposed to be just a pyful response, but now, it’s getting personal.

  How could I, as a man, let myself be manhandled by a woman?

  Although her physical advantage was a gring truth, it doesn’t mean I would happily accept it. My pride as a man doesn’t allow it!

  Even though Sarah had the upper hand, I refused to accept defeat.

  I twisted my body to the right, going down on my shoulder while keeping my left arm free from the bed. Sarah smirked at my attempt, but I was determined to turn the tables.

  With a surge of strength, I flung my arms around her and twisted, pulling her down on top of me.

  I felt her strong legs snake around my own, the taut, muscur calves rubbing against my own. I tried to ignore the warmth that spread through me at the contact.

  Sarah wrapped her arms around me under my armpits and pulled me into her, slowly pulling me tighter and closer to her until our cheeks were touching and I could feel her hot gasps on my lips. I closed my eyes, feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement.

  The air between us thickened, a charged silence enveloping the room as we both held our breaths, caught in that moment of competition and intimacy.

  "You're strong,"

  I admitted, my heartbeat quickening, the pyful banter taking a backseat to the reality of the situation. I could feel her warm breath against my skin, and it was both thrilling and disarming.

  "Stronger than you think?" Sarah replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

  There was a challenge in her gaze, a mixture of confidence and pyfulness that made it hard to stay focused on the wrestling match.

  I was torn between the pyful rivalry and the undeniable chemistry simmering just beneath the surface.

  I fought against her hold, my body instinctively wanting to break free, but she tightened her grip, pulling me closer still.

  Really… her strength surprised me. Especially, the way her body moved with purpose and finesse. It was not just brute strength. She really knows how to move her body, with techniques as if she had learned them.

  I couldn't let her win this round; my pride wouldn't allow it, but the thrill of the chase added to the intensity of our encounter.

  With a burst strength, fueled by my own ego, I managed to shift my weight and brought my knees up, trying to take advantage of the little space between us.

  In one swift motion, I twisted again, catching her off guard as I rolled us over. She let out a muffled scream before looking at me in surprise.

  Suddenly, I was on top, but instead of relishing the victory, I quickly succumbed to the same pyful challenge she had posed earlier.

  "Now who's got the upper hand?" I teased, but she only smirked up at me, unwavering.

  "You still think you can win this?" she challenged, her voice low and melodic.

  "Maybe not, but I won't give up that easily," I shot back, determination mixing with ughter as I struggled to recim the upper hand.

  I grabbed her breasts with more force than normal, trying to weaken her. Though she clearly felt it, it didn’t weaken her in the slightest before she once again spun me around.

  We shifted from pyful grappling to a complicated dance of movement, trying to outmaneuver one another while remaining close.

  Her ughter filled the room, and it was infectious; my chuckles mixed with the sounds of our pyful tussle.

  Eventually, we both paused, sinking into the moment. Our foreheads rested together, and I could feel the quick rhythm of her breathing, matching my own.

  My heart raced not just from the exertion but also from the intoxicating rush of being so close to her.

  We both enjoyed the tingle of sweaty skin on skin as ft stomachs pressed so closely together, especially me when I could feel the ridges of her abs, so defined, so taut.

  With her thighs spread wide, a few wriggles brought her pubic arch in contact with mine, and she began to move rhythmically rubbing her crotch against my hard cock.

  Finally, I gave up and let go, slumping back onto the bed in defeat.

  "Give up?" she smirked at me.

  "You win," I said, rolling my eyes. "I didn't know you were such a tough cookie."

  "I may not look like it, but I did a bit of judo and wrestling in my first year,"

  Sarah's grin was mischievous as she began to sensually grind up and down on my rigid cock.

  I lifted my hips, moving in unison with her, our pubes pressing against each other in perfect harmony.

  I had to admit, she was indeed muscur, but her muscurity was not exaggerated.

  She had a lean and slender body, with well-defined muscles that were strong yet feminine. I couldn't help but be impressed.

  "You don't look like it," I said, my voice betraying my admiration.

  I slid my left hand down, feeling the naked body writhing against me.

  I squeezed her tight butt and reveled in the glorious feeling of her strong back muscles straining under my hands.

  Sarah let out a moan.

  "Well, I stopped a week ter," she said.

  "I realized, training would give me a buffed body, and that would not be good at all."

  "That seems to be a waste," I said, my hands exploring her toned back.

  She looked at me with a wry smile.

  She crawled beside me, propping herself on my side.

  She looked at me.

  "Not really," she said before running her right hand through my hair.

  "I thought if I become good at it, I'll become popur with men. However, I realized ter that muscur women tend to be… partnerless. I got scared and quit."

  I was amused by her honesty, and I couldn't help but ugh.

  "I guess that makes sense," I said, still chuckling. "But I think you're wrong about muscur women having a hard time finding partners. Plenty of people find strength and athleticism attractive."

  Although I don’t know about this world. However, considering not all are different here compared to my previous world, there should still be men who adore such fetish.

  After all, having a strong and reliable partner should be a wish no matter the world they stay at.

  “What era are you talking about?”

  Sarah pinched my nose pyfully with a wry smile.

  “Although I won’t deny that some men do find muscur women appealing, their number is low. And I don’t want to reduce my already low chances further at gaining a man, okay?”

  “...so, is being muscur a turn-off for men?" I asked, skeptical.

  "Hm, yeah… at least, that’s what I realized," she said, her tone serious. "I've seen it happen time and time again. Muscur women tend to intimidate men, and it's hard for them to find someone who can match their strength and intensity."

  "That's a shame," I said, my hand still caressing her back.

  Just how much of a pussy are men in this world are?

  "I think muscur women are incredibly attractive. They're strong, confident, and capable. What's not to like?"

  As I spoke the words, I could feel a ripple of vulnerability in Sarah’s eyes. Though only for a moment.

  Sarah’s expression softened, and a flicker of sincerity danced in her eyes.

  “You, for real?” she asked, her surprise evident.

  “Yeah.” I met her gaze, unwavering.

  She scrutinized my face as if she was searching for a hint of insincerity.

  Then as if she failed to find any trace of deceit, she burst into ughter, a glorious explosion of joy that filled the space between us.

  It was infectious, drawing a smile across my lips, though I couldn’t help feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity.

  “What?”

  I frowned, half-expecting her to reveal some hidden joke at my expense.

  Sarah composed herself, grinning widely.

  “Hm, I just realized again how weird you’ve become, Al,” she teased.

  “Not only do you find this blob of fat,”—she cupped her plump breasts and lifted them as if they were trophies—“pleasant, but you think a woman with bulking muscles is appealing? I wonder what changed you so much.”

  Her fingers grazed my chest, a pyful yet intimate gesture that sent a jolt of warmth through me.

  I shrugged, but this time a smirk pyed at the corners of my mouth.

  I didn’t feel awkward or defensive; instead, the ughter had formed an unspoken bond between us.

  “I guess I’ve just learned to appreciate beauty in all its forms. And besides, I’m more of, you know, more about who a person is inside than how they look on the outside.”

  She tilted her head, considering my words.

  “So what you’re saying is… you like me for me?”

  The sparkle in her eye gleamed with mischief.

  “I thought you already know that?”

  Sarah’s lips curled into a wide grin. Then without hesitation, she held my face and kissed me.

  My eyes widened immediately at the sudden and unexpected kiss before I slowly embraced the soft touch of her lips.

  Her eyes locked with mine, beautiful and shining with lust as she began to kiss me for real.

  From a faint, affectionate kiss into one with lust and hunger.

  We were obviously in the same condition. Breathing hard through our noses, our tongues began to duel for possession of each other's mouth.

  Her hands explored my whole body stopping at my chest rubbing and massaging them.

  I felt Sarah’s tongue push deep into my mouth as my hands squeezed her butt hard, pressing our bodies more tightly together.

  “...If only more men thought like you, maybe the women in this world wouldn’t feel so lonely.”

  “Lonely?” I echoed. “Were you lonely?”

  She smirked.

  “Not anymore,”

  At this point, no words needed to be said as both of us understood each other's intentions. Our lips melded together.