3 Evil Sister- Part 8

Introduction: Thanks to everyone who voted and commented on Part 7. The response was overwhelmingly positive and I was really flattered that everyone enjoyed it so much. The main reasons I write here are because I enjoy it and to see the response from the fans, so if you guys want more stories and want for them to come out faster, the best thing you can do is leave comments, especially ones with feedback. After all, the better the feedback I get, the more I can improve and the more I improve, the better the stories will be that you’ll get to read. To the people who weren’t pleased that I wrote my own Part 7, just know that I wrote it out of respect for Somestory’s excellent series and for the other fans who wanted to see an end to 3 Evil Sisters. If you can’t handle that or feel that I am “ripping off” Somestory somehow, please just ignore my stories or treat them like an alternate universe of the Evil Sisters storyline.

Some of you wanted me to tell you a posting schedule for my parts, but unfortunately, I don’t feel like I could tell you guys a reliable one right now. I will continue the series unless I post something saying definitively that I am stopping, but as to when each part comes out, it may take more or less time depending on my schedule. I wrote Part 7 in a day, but because of various thing popping up, Part 8 took about a week. Anyways, keep checking in and I’ll do my best to get the next part out as soon as possible. A lot of blood and sweat and cum go into making these (only half joking), so I hope you guys like them. Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
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I woke up smelling pancakes and syrup. I opened my eyes and sniffed again. Definitely pancakes and syrup. I had my arm around Riley, my nose almost touching her long, blonde hair. She was laying on her side, breathing in and out slowly. I turned over to look at my clock which was still on the floor. The numbers were blurry, so I blinked a few times to clear my vision. 10:14. We had really slept late, but I guess that’s what Earthquake holidays are for.

For a few minutes, I just lay in bed, enjoying the sensation of being pressed against Riley’s warm, soft body. I thought about what had happened, about hearing Riley tell me that she was in love with me and about her promising to be there for me from now on. It kind of felt like something I’d been missing had suddenly turned up, or like I’d gotten a puzzle piece to finally fit into place. It was a nice way to wake up.

Yawning, I climbed out of bed, stood up, stretched. As I pulled my arms up over my head, I felt my morning wood rub against my boxers. I turned my head to look back at Riley. If someone was cooking, that meant at least Mom was up, but if I woke Riley, she’d probably be willing to help take care of a little morning wood. At the same time, she looked so happy and peaceful wrapped up in my bed that I didn’t want to wake her. I stretched my arms wide and felt my cock tense as I did so.

“Nice.” A throaty voice said from the doorway. I turned and saw it was Izzy. She came in, shut the door behind her, and walked towards me. “Want some help with that?”

“Isn’t Mom up?” I asked, taking a step back as my sister pursued me.

“She’s downstairs cooking brunch for Riley’s birthday. Now…” She reached out and hooked the waistband of my boxers with her finger. “How about a little appetizer.”

“Izzy, not here!” I whispered. “Riley’s asleep.”

“So what? She’s watched us fuck before.”

“I don’t want to wake her up.”

“So be quiet.” She sank down on her knees and pulled my boxers down to my ankles. She was still in her sweatpants and tanktop from bed and as she kneeled down in front of me, I could see down her shirt. Her d-cup tits were pressed together in the tiny top, leaving a slit of cleavage that made my cock swell just from looking at it. “Mmm.” I heard Izzy hum, then I watched her go down on me, sliding her mouth around my cock.

“Unh.” I groaned, trying to keep my voice down. Izzy kept gliding down my shaft until her lips were wrapped around the base. Out of habit, I dug my hands into her hair and pulled her down until I felt her nose press against my skin and the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I felt her gag, then I let her back up for air. She pulled off me and wiped a line of spit off her mouth.

“You know, I shouldn’t even help you out… ” Izzy said, wrapping her hand around my my dick. “I should be pissed that you didn’t come fuck me last night.” She growled, squeezing my dick hard enough that I winced from the pain. Crap. I’d known this was coming. “But I guess even I’d want special treatment on my birthday.” Izzy added, glancing at Riley with what almost looked like love. “You can bet you’ll be paying me back later though…” Izzy said, looking back at me. “-with interest.” Then Izzy started sliding her hand up and down my dick, using her spit as a lubricant.

“Unh. Okay.” I moaned as she ran her tongue along my head.

“Okay what?” Izzy taunted me, suddenly pumping her hand up and down my cock and flicking her tongue along the head.

“Okay, Izzy, I’ll pay you back.”

“And no complaining… no matter how rough it gets.” She added. I started to say, ‘I promise,’ but the words were lost as I felt her mouth slide down my cock again. Within a few seconds, I was pumping into her mouth as her hands grabbed my ass, forcing me forward again and again. Looking down at her, it was easy to see how any man could have a hard time saying no to her. With her short black hair and green eyes, just looking at her was entrancing and her arms were plump, but firm and sculpted. She had smooth, creamy skin that was pale from being indoors so much and her complexion only made her even sexier because it went so well with her hair. And then there her boobs, her enormous, supple, perfectly shaped tits. As Izzy slid her lips back on my cock, I could a glimpse of them through her top and then as she slid back down my shaft, I felt her chest press against my thighs.

“Izzy…” I moaned. She ignored me and ran her tongue around my head, trying me wild and making my hips buck. “Izzy.” I repeated, with a little bit more control. Izzy pulled her head back, licked her lips, then looked up, giving me a sultry stare,

“Yes, little brother?”

“Let me fuck your tits.” I asked quietly, practically begging with my eyes.

“No.” She smiled up at me wickedly, then I remembered that dealing with Izzy was different from Riley. I bent down and wrapped my hand around her chin, digging in just enough to make it a little painful.

“Isabel, fuck me with your tits.”

“No.”

“Right now!” I ordered her, louder than I meant to be. I reached down with my other hand, grabbed her tank top, and yanked it up, exposing her tits. Now that she’d been harassed enough, Izzy pulled off her top, fully exposing her chest, and leaving her naked from the waist up. Then she craned her head forward a few inches, tucked her chin down, and opened her mouth. The tip of her tongue protruded over her lips and she looked up at me with her green as spit flowed down her tongue, then dripped down between her tits. My cock was going wild at this point, practically screaming to be between those mountains of flesh. From the way Izzy’s nipples were puffed up and hard, I could tell she was into it too.

Once her tits had received an ample helping of saliva, Izzy pulled her tongue back into her mouth and placed a hand under each of her tits, then rubbed them together, spreading her saliva around and slicking up her cleavage. Ready, she walked towards me on her knees, then pressed my head to her lips and sucked down my shaft one more time, relubricating my cock. Now that my dick and her dick were both soaking wet, Izzy took hold of my dick and pressed it between her tits as she came forward. Once I touched her chest, she hunched her shoulder forward, pressing her boobs together as much as she could. It felt so warm and soft, I thought my dick would melt. When she knew I was trapped in her cleavage, Izzy let go of the bottom of my shaft and pressed herself against me as she brought her hands up to her tits again, When she had them cupped in her hands again, she pushed her boobs together and I groaned from the pleasure.

“Fuuuuck, Izzy.” I said as my head went back. I looked down and saw Izzy grin, then she pursed her lips and mouthed,

“Shh.” I swallowed, trying to control myself as Izzy started moving her tits up and down, titty fucking me. Her tits bounced up and down my shaft, with Izzy keeping them pressed together so tightly that her nipples were almost touching. I looked down in awe as her tits rippled and bubbled around my cock, my head disappearing into the crevice and then reemerging from her cleavage pussy.

“Does that feel good, Max?” Izzy asked, her voice thick with arousal.

“Yesss…” I groaned, my head getting light and my cheeks burning. It felt incredible.

“How ’bout this?” I watched as Izzy wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, then swirled her tongue around it as she rubbed her boobs along the shaft.

“Oh, god… Izzy, that feels so good… if you keep doing that… I’m gonna…” She started moving her tits even faster and I felt her tongue press against the tip of my head, her lips wrapped hot around the bottom. “I’m gonna cum, Izzy!” I choked out, barely able to keep my voice down. Izzy lifted her head to see my expression and kept her tits pressed together. My hips were bucking so hard, she didn’t have to move them at this point. I felt the irresistible feeling race up my cock and I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached forward and grabbed Izzy’s boobs, mashing them together as I thrust into her as fast I could.

“UNH!” I yelled as I felt the first wave of cum shoot up. It splattered on Izzy’s chin and ran down her throat, before pooling into her chest. I was still cumming when I suddenly heard Mom call up the stairs.

“Izzy, I told you get the others! Breakfast is ready!” Mom yelled.

“Sorry! Max is cumming!” Izzy yelled back to the door, smiling as another shot of cum landed on the side of her face. When I finally stopped cumming, Izzy’s face and chest were coated with my cum. She looked up at me, her skin practically glowing with satisfaction. She stood up, walked over to my tissue box, and pulled out a clump of tissues. It seemed like it took half the box, but she finally cleaned all the cum off, then pulled one more out, walked back over to me and wiped my body off as she sucked my dick clean. “Remember, no complaining later.” She said, then she stood up and chucked the tissue into my garbage can with all the others. All clean, she walked over to the door.

“Oh,” She added, looking back at me as I sank down against my bed. “Breakfast is ready.” Izzy smirked at me, then opened the door and walked out. I pulled my boxers back up, covering my now flaccid dick, then I collapsed onto the bed.

“Mmm. ‘Morning.” Riley whispered as she stirred beside me. Turning over, she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled. “Did you sleep well, Max?”

“Yeah.” I replied, looking deep into RIley’s eyes. “It felt so good sleeping with you.” I added, then kissed her lips lightly.

“Well..” Riley ran her teeth over her lower lip. “Would you like to sleep with me right now?” She slid her hand down my body until she reached my waistband. I caught her wrist and she looked back up at me, surprised and disappointed.

“I do want to, but Mom’s got breakfast ready downstairs. Izzy just came upstairs to get us. And if we don’t go down…”

“Ass kicking central. Got it.” Riley leaned forward and kissed me again. Feeling her lips pressed against mine, I deepened the kiss, then we both realized we had morning breath. “Egh. Gross.” Riley gagged, sitting up.

“I guess we’ll save the birthday kisses for later, okay?” I said, sliding off the bed.

“MAX!” Someone called up. When Mom and Izzy raised their voice, they sounded almost identical.

“Coming!” I yelled back.

“Still?” Was the snarky reply- definitely Izzy. I found a comfy shirt in my closet and pulled it on, then I followed Riley downstairs. When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, the sight almost took my breath away. There was a table covered in food- homemade, fresh food. There were three stacks of pancakes in the center of the table, a bowl of fruit, a whipped cream dispenser, two types of syrup, a plate of bacon that looked like it had just come out of the pan, sausage, and even a bowl of scrambled eggs. Mom had even set out our glasses and a carton of orange juice. Seated around the morning feast were four beautiful women, still wearing what I’d seen them in at three in the morning. For a kid who was used to doing all the cooking and getting the crap taken out of him on a daily basis, it felt surreal.

“Come on, Max. We’re waiting on you.” Mom said, looking at me.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry.”

I pulled my chair out and sat down, then we started passing the food around. “We can still go out for dinner tonight like we planned.” Mom said, looking at Riley. “But I woke up and thought you might like a homemade breakfast.” She added as we sent around the eggs and bacon and sausage.

“Yeah, Mom. This is incredible. Max usually just makes toast and cereal.” Riley replied, still looking at the food in astonishment.

“Uh-huh. And what do the rest of you make?” Mom cocked an eyebrow and smirked. All three of my sisters suddenly found things to glance at that weren’t our mom. Mom gave a small laugh, then used her fork to point at the stacks of pancakes.

“I made enough of each for you guys to have whatever kind you want.