“Oh, God!” Robin cried out and she began cumming. It was an intense orgasm that put her first one to shame as she tried to buck against him without being able to do it. He kept moving his fingers in and out of her pussy as he licked her clit and felt a blast of something flooding against his face. The sensation caught him off-guard enough that he pulled away a bit. It was like she was ejaculating or something.
Robin made unintelligible moaning noises. She huffed and puffed as if she might hyperventilate. He wasn’t worried. He knew she was having fun. She was having an orgasm, what was more fun than that? He just kept doing what he was doing, fascinated by how she seemed to be cumming like a guy in some strange way.
He kept going until she relaxed. He pulled away, realizing that she had gotten Mom’s chair as wet as she had gotten his face, neck, and chin. He started to say something when realized she had done more than relaxed, she had gone limp.
“Robin?” he asked, worried about how she looked like a rag doll on the chair. Had she died from pleasure? That sounded crazy, but she wasn’t moving as far as he could tell. “Robin?” he asked louder and she made a soft moaning sign. He let go of the deep breath he had been holding without realizing it. If she could moan, she was fine.
“What the fuck did you just do to me?” she softly asked, still sprawled in the chair as if all of her muscles had gone limp at once.
“What did you do to me?” he asked, touching the wetness on me. “Did you pee on me?”
“I don’t think so,” she said, slowly sitting up to look at me.
“You got Mom’s chair all wet, too.”
“Shit,” she groaned, feeling the dampness on the edge of the cushion. She struggled to get up and it took two tries.
“Are you okay?”
“I’ve never cum like that before,” she said, focused more on standing up than anything else.
“I’ll get some towels,” Austin said, darting to the kitchen for some paper towels. Together, they started blotting up the wetness before it seeped into the cushion below.
“Whatever you did to me, it was incredible,” she said, kneeling next to him on the carpet and taking control over the clean-up.
“Mom’s going to be so pissed if we stained her chair.”
“It’ll be okay,” she promised, finally noticing how wet her brother looked. “Did I do all that to you?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know what you did to me, but I have never gotten off like that.”
“I just fingered you.”
“You did more than that,” she giggled. Leaving the room for a moment, she returned with a regular towel, a bit of soapy water, and worked harder on the stain. While the chair was still wet, she promised him it would dry without a trace. “If it does stain, just tell her you spilled your drink.”
“Yeah, okay,” he agreed. “I should probably take a shower.”
“I can take one with you.”
“Seriously?” he asked, intrigued by the idea.
“Why not?”
There wasn’t a reason against it in his mind, he just thought it was cool she wanted to do it with him. Naked, they walked together down the hallway to the bathroom they once shared before she left for college. Since she had moved out, all of her magic hair potions, razors, and other things had left with her.
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