"Tell me if you want me to stop and I will. Promise."
Operetta's gaze once again dragged down Lyric's smaller body, this time taking a long pause at the crotch of her sister. Pulling her eyes up, she connected their lips in a bruising kiss. Lips locked with her sister's, she blindly unbuttoned Lyric's shirt, then her own. Lyric realized what her sister was doing and sat up, breaking the kiss, and helped her sister in ridding herself of her shirt. As soon as their shirts were on the ground, Operetta wasted no time in tugging Lyric's pants and underpants off. Operetta gently ordered the younger of the two to sit in her lap and hug her with both her arms and her legs, to which Lyric complied eagerly.
Unlike her previous fucks, she genuinely wanted her sister to enjoy this, so that she would come back for more. Her sister would have a good first time.
Which is why Operetta let her sister pick her own pace to fuck at.
"Guess what, sis? I'm hot for ya. Wet too. All I want to do is fuck you till you scream, but that would get a little messy and painful for you, and I want you to enjoy this, so I'll let you set the tempo, sound good?" Operetta purred roughly yet reassuringly, all Lyric could do was look into her sister's eyes and nod wordlessly, realizing at last what her sister would be doing to her in a matter of minutes, and knowing that, despite her sister's earlier words, she would be powerless to stop her.
Lyric looked below herself. Seeing Operetta's fingers beneath her, she grabbed her sister's hand, folded all but the first two fingers and gently used her sister's hand to stroke herself slowly but firmly. Lyric gasped at the contact of her sister's fingers.
"Do you want me to keep doing this?" Her sister asked in a gentle whisper. Lyric nodded, trying to comprehend all the pleasure. She swung the hand that had been below her back around Operetta's neck, panting with more pleasure than she had ever felt. Operetta continued the movement at the same pace as Lyric had started. She kept the pace until Lyric was grinding their hips together, begging her for more between pants and little whimpers and moans.
Operetta drover he heel of her hand into her sister, gently massaging Lyric's most sensitive area, electing more moans and pleas out of the smaller ghoul. Operetta used her free hand to turn off the cd and set up Point of No Return. Tossing her phone onto the nightstand, she used that hand to steady her sister,who was quaking with pleasure. Just then, Lyric did something unexpected, and asked Operetta to stop and hold her fingers out and up. Operetta did so with confusion, and Lyric played with them until she got them posed how she wanted. Lyric slowly lifted herself up and, without hesitation, slammed herself back down onto them. She made a strangled sound somewhere between a gasp, a groan and a moan as she felt a great, tearing sensation. It hurt, but holy fuck did it feel good.
Waiting a moment for it to stop hurting so much, she took the opportunity to flip them so that she was laying on the bed with her sister on top of her.
"Operetta, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I need you. Please, Operetta, finish what you started."
Operetta extracted her fingers from her sister and pushed two back in with a wet squishing sound. Lyric moaned beneath her, causing Operetta to shiver, knowing that she was the cause of this.