She gently walked in, i stuggled to see who it was, but as walks closer.
"Elena"?
But not all Elena.
One side of her face was my sister's perfect smile and soft eyes, the woman everyone loved; the other side was twisted, familiar, too familiar, like my own reflection warped in a funhouse mirror—half her, half me, smiling the same wicked way. She stepped in, stark naked, tits high and firm, nipples hard, pink peaks. belly button pierced with that little diamond she got on their honeymoon, pussy shaved smooth except for a thin landing strip, lips already glistening, swollen, and wet. She looked like sex, like power, like everything I wanted to be and everything I hated.
"What is this?" I croaked, voice weak and my body heavy. "Why are you here,
Elena—" She didn't answer and just walked closer, hips swaying slowly. Victor moved fast behind her, grabbed a thick, rough rope from nowhere, pushed me back down, and tied my wrists to the headboard, spreading my ankles wide to the posts.
I struggled, weak and sore, like my body wasn't mine. He didn't look at me, all his attention was on her.
"Good boy" Elena whispered, biting her lip while sliding down her fingers to circle her clit, as she slowly rubbed it in teasing circles making her pussy lips part and glisten more.
"Tie her tight; let her watch." She shouted, her eyes looking so dark like she's been possessed.
I lay there naked, spread eagle, pussy exposed, still throbbing from his cock minutes ago, or hours ago—time blurred.
Victor turned to Elena, always gentle with her, never with me. He walked slowly towards her, placed his hands softly on her waist, lifted her easily like she weighed nothing, carried her to the bed, and placed her right in front of me. He spread her legs wide, slowly bent her knees, her pussy was open, pink, wet, and perfect.
Her pussy lips parted, and her clit was already swollen and begging.
He knelt between them, looked up at her like she was everything, and then lowered his mouth, slow, tender, long tongue flat, and licked from her tight little asshole all the way up to her clit, tasting every inch, lapping slowly at her dripping entrance, pushing inside her deeply, curling to scoop her juices, sucking them down like he was starving for her flavor.
Elena moaned softly, with her head tilted backwards, and her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Ahh, Victor, yes, just like that, eat my pussy, baby."
He devoured her so lovingly, not roughly, not angrily, like he did me.
His tongue circled her clit slowly, then faster, sucking gently, pulling it between his lips, flicking the tip, humming deep so the vibration made her hips buck and her tits bounce. He slid two fingers inside her wet pussy, fingering it slowly, pumping, curling, and hitting that spot soft, making her pussy clench and gush more juices, coating his chin and dripping down his neck.
He looked up at her the whole time, eyes full of worship, like she was his world, he was tongue fucking her deeply, steadily thrusting with his fingers.
"Oh, Victor, your mouth feels so good. Suck my clit harder. Make me come on your tongue." She arched, as her tits bounces, she moaned louder and louder.
"My Elena" he groaned, the vibration sending her over, her body shaking, and her pussy gushing hot juices flooding his mouth. He drank it all, licked her clean, every drop slow and reverent.
I was dying of jealousy as I watched. Then Victor rose up again, his cock harder this time, his thick veins pulsing, and its head leaking pre-cum.
He knelt between her legs, rubbed the swollen head through her soaked folds, slowly teasing her entrance, coating himself in her cum.
"Elena," he groaned, voice full of something I never got—love and devotion.
"My Elena"
He slid in slowly inch by inch, stretching out her perfect. She wrapped her legs around him, he pulled in deeper, and deeper as she moaned his name like a prayer.
They both moaned together ,rocking each other slowly, thrusting gently in slow and circular motion. He kissed her gently, biting her lips in between as he took in her tongue, sucking it deeply as she gasped for air. He released her tongue for a bit and held her tits softly as he licked her from lips down to her tits, exploring her body like tea. He whispered her name over and over "You are mine; mine, this pussy is mine. "Yours, always yours. No one else gets this" she moaned back. "Victor, arghh, yes, only me. Fuck me slow; make me feel every inch."
He went into her deeply, grinding her slowly, his pubic bone rubbing her clit perfectly, with her tits still in his hands, he gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumbs circling her nipples. Softly kissing her neck, sucking her tenderly, she moans softly, it felt real, and pure, not the filthy begs I gave him, he cum inside her deeply, groaning as his body shakes, spilling thick hot ropes deeply, calling her name, holding her close like treasure. She stroked his hair, looked over at me, and smiled, half sweet, half me.
"You're watching, aren't you, little sis? Watch how he loves me, how he worships my pussy, how his cock belongs to me," I screamed, throat raw, jealousy ripping me apart. "How could you, Victor? You just fucked me, ate me, and said I was yours."
Elena laughed, a wicked low throat full of pleasure, her body still trembling from aftershocks. "He knows who owns him now, little sis; watch come cum into the woman he really loves." Victor groaned again, thrusting slowly through his cum, grinding deeply.
"Elena, my wife, my everything, this pussy is home."
I tugged at the ropes and screamed until my voice broke and burned. Victor had a way of making me feel wanted and useless all at the same time, he was going to be my ruin, my soul felt it, but my body? He was like a curse. I cried as I watched them cuddle.
But then something…