My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 8 Chapter 09: A Creampie So Intense I’ll Never Forget It, No Matter Who I Sleep With

Volume 8 Chapter 09: A Creampie So Intense I’ll Never Forget It, No Matter Who I Sleep With

On the morning of the first day of the second term at my trimester school, I’m naked in the room of the class’s rumored cutest, insanely erotic, busty beauty, lounging on her bed after a creampie session with my sister. My classmate and sister are in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for me.

“Sotomichi-kun, sorry for the wait!”

Emerging from the kitchen like a dancer is my erotic classmate, Yamamoto-san. She sheds her naked apron, lies back on the table, and places a plate of scrambled eggs on her stomach, beckoning me. Following her is my erotic sister, Miyu, holding sliced pancakes. Kneeling by the table, she unties her apron, letting it fall, and squirts whipped cream from a can onto Yamamoto-san’s ample breasts, then drizzles honey. Like the fluids leaking from their bodies during last night’s sex, the erotic viscosity flows down her steep curves.

Yamamoto-san, now a human platter, traces her legs with slender fingers, guiding my face to her abdomen. Her red tongue sticks out, her lewd face stripped of any trace of her past romantic woes. Drawn by her lascivious form, I position myself between her legs for breakfast, naked as well.

“Onii-chan, enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

“You should do it too, Miyu-chan.”

“No way, this is too vulgar.”

Miyu responds coolly, then sucks Yamamoto-san’s nipple, ignoring her “Aahn!” moan, and takes whipped cream and honey into her mouth. Biting a pancake slice, she kisses me.

“Nn… nchu… kuchu…”

“Miyu… nn, amu… nku…”

Feeding me through kisses, Miyu licks my mouth clean each time I swallow. I’ll likely never eat so shamelessly again. Probably, Miyu’s doing this out of guilt for making Yamamoto-san cry excessively. Still, why indulge such a depraved idea? Yet, inexplicably, this perverse non-routine had me hard.

“How’s eating with a boner, Sotomichi-kun?”

“Headache, but not bad. Really exciting.”

A once-in-a-lifetime experience, for sure. I alternated between Miyu’s kisses and eating eggs off Yamamoto-san’s stomach, occasionally distracted by a milk jug nearby.

“Nfu, curious about this?”

Finishing the meal, Yamamoto-san stands, grabs the milk jug’s handle, and smiles. A bad feeling hits me.

“Let’s have Miyu-chan feed you.”

Her cheerful nomination contrasts with Miyu’s tense expression as she approaches, understanding the implication.

“It’s Miyu-chan’s breast milk, so suck her nipples, Sotomichi-kun.”

Yamamoto-san guides me with the jug as Miyu kneels, lifting her heavy breasts. How perverse are these two?

“Don’t lump me with Kanade-san.”

Miyu glares, reading my thoughts. Their perversions differ, true.

“Come on, come on. Sotomichi-kun, suck Miyu-chan’s breasts. Miyu-chan, pat him if he drinks well.”

“How humiliating…”

How did it come to this? Still, I sit with legs under kneeling Miyu, aligning her nipples with my mouth, and suck.

“Nn… ah…! Onii-chan, no hesitation…!”

I’d take any excuse to suck Miyu’s nipples. As I chupa chupa on them, Yamamoto-san pours milk, and I suck and lick to avoid spilling.

“Wait, nn, haa… ah, ah… don’t suck so hard… no… aah, nn, ah…! I’ll cum… really, no…!”

The milk-feeding excuse is just for perverse play. Yamamoto-san adjusts the jug to trickle milk from Miyu’s nipples. Her breasts taste rich and sweet.

“It won’t come out… nn… aah… Onii-chan, no… aa, noo… nn, I’m cumming…!”

Breast milk comes post-childbirth, but this pseudo-feeding excites Miyu wildly. Nursing milk from her nipples, sex juices from her slit—she’s undeniably depraved.

“Ah, ah… cumming… hia, cumming, cumming…!!”

Sucked at her nipples, Miyu orgasms from the excitement and stimulation alone.

“Miyu-chan, cumming just from breastfeeding? You can’t be a mom like that.”

Yamamoto-san teases, and Miyu, unable to retort, watches as Yamamoto-san offers her breasts next. I have two moms.

“Here, Sotomichi-kun. Milk time~”

In a mocking tone, Yamamoto-san pours milk on her breasts, and I suck instinctively. Her larger, easier-to-suck breasts forgive my intensity with包容力.

“Nn… Sotomichi-kun, sucking so hard… might actually come out… you’re good… haa, ah… feels amazing…”

She pats me as I suck, filling my mouth with soft breast flesh. I cling, nursing her nipple.

“Onii-chan… so excited by Kanade-san’s breasts… if you want lewd stuff… hayu… nn… jururu… chuu…”

As I savor Yamamoto-san’s breasts, Miyu, unable to hold back, starts blowing my rock-hard cock.

“Nn… ah, Miyu… so sudden…!”

The jubu jubu sounds from behind Yamamoto-san surprise her. Turning, she sees Miyu, primal from breastfeeding, fervently licking and deep-throating my cock, head bowed like in submission.

“Hey, Miyu-chan, no doing stuff on your own!”

“Nmu… nn… gu… jubu… jubbu… chupa… haa… made to do this… I can’t hold back anymore.”

Miyu releases my cock, climbs onto me, and lowers her hips without pause.

“Ah… aah, ah… Onii-chan’s… so big…!!”

“Miyu… ugh… aah…!!”

Miyu moves her hips, starting cowgirl sex. Fresh from our bathroom creampie, her pent-up lust overflows.

“Miyu-chan, it’s my turn! You just did it with Sotomichi-kun…”

“I’m… ah… Onii-chan’s lover… ah… aah… nna, haa, ah…! I can do it as much as I want…!!”

Her righteous nonsense overrides the order—Yamamoto-san was next. Miyu inserted my cock without permission.

“Nn, nnn… ah, haa, aah… Onii-chan’s… I love… love it…!!”

Her reckless state shows she’s losing rationality. Holding back for Yuka and Yamamoto-san, enduring yesterday’s multiple creampies—it’s a miracle she stayed sane this long.

“Such a naughty girl…”

But we’re mid-contract, and Yamamoto-san has priority now. Showing no mercy, she ends milk time, sets the jug down, and moves behind Miyu.

“I’ll make both Miyu-chan and Sotomichi-kun cum together.”

Pressing her breasts against Miyu’s back in cowgirl, Yamamoto-san forces her forward, entwining their knees to lock their hips, seizing control of their bodies as one.

“Fue… eh, eh!?”

Ignoring Miyu’s confusion, Yamamoto-san dropped her hips with a zupu, entangling their bodies. Their movements synced perfectly—when Yamamoto-san lowered her hips, Miyu’s followed. Unable to resist the strength and weight difference, Miyu was forced to take my cock to its deepest point.

“Ah, aaah… nooo!! This… nngu, uunaaah…!!”

In Miyu’s usual cowgirl position, even in her primal mode, she could control the stimulation to a bearable level. But Yamamoto-san obliterated that limit, forcing my enlarged cock fully into Miyu’s vagina. Adding her weight to Miyu’s, she pressed their pelvises against mine, grinding her hips to push Miyu’s cervix against my cock.

“Ah, ah… Yamamoto-san… that’s… I’m… ugh, gaa…!!”

“Hiaaa, aah, agu… ugh, aah… don’t ruin me with something so big… my womb’ll break…!!”

The deep, intense stimulation was unimaginable for Miyu. Bound tightly, this brutal stroke was something she’d never have done without force.

“Fuu… Miyu-chan, it’s your fault. It was my turn to have sex… haa… ha… stealing Sotomichi-kun…”

Yamamoto-san relished the moment, likely exacting revenge for past grievances. No matter how Miyu cried or screamed, she showed no mercy.

“Onii… chan’s… onn, oh, aah… in my womb…!! Ah, no, nooo… I’ll die… ah… nnaa…!!”

“Nfu, no way a rod this thick could enter your womb…! But… if Miyu-chan feels it…”

Hugging Miyu tightly, Yamamoto-san added vertical motions to her grinding, forcing Miyu’s womb down as if to break through, pressing with relentless force.

“Hiaa, ngu, ah, aah… ah, aah, hiyaaaau…!!”

Miyu’s screams matched my own struggle to endure the stimulation.

“Aa, aaah… cumming… cumming…!!”

Dopyu dopyu dopyu dopyu—I ejaculated abruptly during sex. Yet Yamamoto-san didn’t release Miyu.

“Look, look… Sotomichi-kun’s pouring tons of sperm into your womb…!”

“Nn, ah… hiya, don’t say that… aah, ah…!!”

Egged on by Yamamoto-san’s whispers, Miyu climaxed as if violated, and naturally, my erection didn’t subside. For Miyu, this womb-pounding sex risked driving her to ruin.

“Nna, ah, aah… no more…!! Nooo…!!”

Overwhelmed by pleasure, her nerves burned, pushing her mind into dangerous territory.

“Haa, aah… Yamamoto-san, that’s enough…!!”

Despite being swayed by pleasure, I tried to stop the sex. But Yamamoto-san pressed further.

“Where’s the sperm Sotomichi-kun shot swimming now…?”

While forcing Miyu to stamp down, Yamamoto-san traced her stomach, stimulating where her womb and tubes would be.

“With so much cum in your womb… Miyu-chan’s egg might already be swarmed by Sotomichi-kun’s billions of sperm…”

A faint whisper, nearly drowned by Miyu’s cries, but its intensity pierced my hearing—and surely Miyu’s.

“Fua, ah, aah… semen… Onii-chan’s… semen…!! Aah… no… only Onii-chan’s baby… haa, nnaa… ah, can birth… ah, aah…!!”

“That’s right… haa… happy, aren’t you, Miyu-chan…”

“Haa, haa, aahn… happy… hyugi… I’ll die…”

Miyu’s brain glitched, her energy drained, and her limp body only felt my cock through her vagina, cumming endlessly. Her writhing walls enveloped me, greedily sucking my semen.

“Haaa, ah… Miyu… sorry…! Cumming again…!!”

“Ah, ah, ah… Onii-chan… so much… semen… nn, nnn, fua… want it…!!”

“Ah, aah… Miyu…!!”

With my cock pressed to her cervix, I shot byuru byuru, and Yamamoto-san tickled Miyu’s stomach to her ovaries, as if guiding the sperm.

“Fuaa… ah… Onii-chan’s semen filling my womb… nn, ah… now… inside, puchu…”

“Oh, Miyu-chan’s pregnant. Your beloved brother’s sperm turned your egg into a baby.”

“Haa… ah… AAH… AH…”

Unable to even convulse, Miyu passed out, falling into a deep sleep.

“Haa, haa… Yamamoto-san, too much…”

“Ufufu, you siblings are just too cute.”

Still enthusiastic, Yamamoto-san lifted Miyu, pulled my cock out, laid her on the sofa, and covered her with a blanket. My abdomen was sticky with overflowing cum.

“So much sex, yet so much cum.”

“No idea how this happened.”

We cleaned the dishes, then showered to wash off the mess. Both free of dark emotions, we felt guilty beside my sleeping lover but enjoyed washing each other, kissing with guilt, and returned to bed naked.

Yamamoto-san’s bright, charming face came close, and I lay enveloped in her soft flesh.

“Everyone’s probably at the opening ceremony now.”

Her gentle hand, stroking my head, soothed my overworked body. While we lounged, other students were likely buzzing with emotions at school.

“Is this okay?”

“It’s just morning classes, and the ceremony’s the same old talk. Sex at home is more worthwhile.”

“True.”

Studying is a student’s duty, but my school isn’t elite. Living youthfully is vital for adulthood.

“Why’d you choose our high school, Yamamoto-san?”

She’s exceptional at sports and studies—a perfect human. Our school wouldn’t be a top choice academically, nor is it strong for jobs or events.

“Hm? Didn’t I say?”

Stretching her arms leisurely, she answered. I’d gotten hints from Miyu and Kawafuji, but I wanted her reason directly.

“Nothing special. I wanted to be a normal girl.”

She exhaled simply.

“That’s it?”

“Yup.”

Her smile suggested no deeper intent. Hesitating to pry, she continued considerately.

“Being too perfect feels stifling around others. It caused issues with guys too. I was… slacking, you could say. Miyu-chan saw through it.”

She stopped taking things seriously to live ordinarily, struggling and earning modestly. The Yamamoto-san who couldn’t lie to me was her full effort, restrained by her habit of limiting her potential.

Miyu knew this, called her arrogant, and set up challenges to make her serious, targeting her weaknesses relentlessly.

“So, getting beaten this badly feels refreshing. It made me realize I really do love Sotomichi-kun.”

Gently, she touched my face, meeting my eyes.

“I was completely serious. It’s frustrating that the man I want so badly isn’t mine.”

Her tone stayed even, but a faint throat rasp revealed her truth. Yet, somehow—

“It doesn’t feel that sad. My imagination?”

She shook her head.

“I learned I can cheer for a love even if I love him.”

“You accept Miyu?”

“Yeah. But if you two break up, I might not forgive you.”

She laughed jokingly. I feel the same. I’ll never let Miyu go—for her and all the girls I’ve been with.

“So, enough heavy talk. I’ve got two more rounds with you, so you’d better satisfy me.”

“I know. It’s probably wrong to say, but… today’s the last day I’ll sleep with anyone but Miyu. I’m gonna enjoy it.”

“Nice! That’s the spirit, Sotomichi-kun. Gotta go all out!”

Yamamoto-san playfully climbed onto me, sweeping her long hair up with both hands. Her curvy body arched, her huge breasts bouncing. She’s too gorgeous to let go.

“Sotomichi-kun…”

She rubbed my cock, kissed my chest, and licked my neck with her long tongue.

“Ahh… feels good… slow sex like this is the best.”

“I was a bit too rough earlier. I’ll take my time to make you feel good, so relax.”

Interlocking our hands like lovers, she rubbed her wet slit against my knees and cock, stimulating my upper body with her tongue. Her thorough licking of my ears—tracing the edges before diving into the canal with lewd kucho kucho sounds—made me shiver, nearly cumming without touching my cock.

“Ugh, ahh… I might cum without my cock touched…”

“Only you could hold back, Sotomichi-kun.”

True to her word, she licked every nerve-filled spot, making my body so sensitive I moaned at a fingertip’s touch. Her warm body kept my nerves sharp, never dulling the pleasure.

“Nn… hamu… chuu… Hehe, knowing you’re another girl’s man excites me.”

“Please don’t pick up those bad influences.”

I get it. The girls around Miyu probably had their norms shattered like this. Pure Yamamoto-san now accepts sibling sex and enjoys cheating. I can’t take responsibility, so I’ll leave that to her future boyfriends.

“Anyway, how about down there…”

“Leave it to me. I’ll lick you plenty.”

“Ah, okay.”

I wanted penetration, but for her sake, I held back. Ignoring my cock, she lewdly licked my balls, ass, knees, and toes. It was… dreamy.

How far can human pleasure go? Watching countless hentai, I wondered if sensations dull over time. But with her breasts warming my legs while licking my balls, the pleasure never faded.

Her hardened nipples brushing my skin reminded me of her body, and I realized foreplay from a skilled lover is like a massage or spa—endlessly pleasurable.

“Nfufu, does Miyu-chan lick you this much?”

“Don’t say things that make it hard to let go.”

This kind of sex isn’t possible with Miyu. They’re different people, but I wanted to keep sleeping with a girl so open about loving sex.

Well, Yamamoto-san can’t have me forever either. Fair’s fair, so I accepted this sultry sex.

“Now, for Sotomichi-kun’s insatiable cock that stays hard no matter how much it cums, I’ll give a thorough blowjob.”

Half-responsible for my state, she shifted from my balls to my shaft, licking gently. Sliding her lips chupa chupa, tickling with her tongue, and sucking shallowly on the tip when precum flowed.

“Ugh… ah…! Damn, I wanna cum…!”

“No way. Only creampies allowed. Enjoy being sucked. …Ahnmu, jubu… juppu, jubu… jururu…”

“Ah, ahh, ah…!!”

As she engulfed my cock, I tried pulling back my hips to resist. Even with control from her sex, this sensitivity had limits.

“Nn, ngu… jubu, jupo… juppu juppu… jururu, jupa… haamu… nmu… gupo, gupo…”

“Ah, ahh… I’m cumming, cumming…!!”

“Jururu… juru… chuu… paha. Fufu, feels good? I won’t let you cum.”

Her teasing words hit my submissive side. The bliss of being gently forced… this is sex with Yamamoto-san. I’m truly glad we did this.

For an hour, she tormented me with her tongue.

“Hehe… while everyone’s in class… I’m having sex with a taken guy…”

“Don’t go further, seriously.”

“Just kidding. You’re special, Sotomichi-kun.”

“W-Well, that’s… embarrassing…”

Her playful smile softened my cheeks. She’s so good at handling guys.

“Now… with Sotomichi-kun’s rock-hard, ready-to-burst cock, I’ll have slow, raw sex.”

Pointing my cock upward, she spread her slit with her fingers, showing our bare connection, and lowered her hips at a snail’s pace.

“Oh, oh, oh… ahh… so warm… inside…!!”

“Nfuu, haa… Sotomichi-kun’s… so big… catching my folds… ah, aah… nn…!”

As my glans reached her womb, she slammed her hips down, swallowing my cock whole.

“Oogh, ahh… so good…!!”

My near-bursting cock was licked by her folds, but her stillness let me hold back.

“Haa… such a painfully hard thing in my stomach… so happy… feels good just having it…”

She lovingly stroked her abdomen where my cock rested. After Miyu’s womb-focused sex, it felt like my cock reached impossible depths.

“Amazing, Sotomichi-kun. Makes me wanna be a woman forever.”

“That good?”

“Never again in my life.”

Bringing her face close, instead of kissing, she started pan, pan, slamming her hips.

“Aah… haa…!! Sotomichi-kun… nn… aah… Sotomichi-kun…!”

Her melting face, inches away, boiled my semen with its eroticism.

“Ah, ah, aah… Sotomichi-kun feels… so good… haa, ha, aa… good… so good…!”

Craving my hard cock’s insertion, she pounded her hips, showing how far she’d fallen as a woman after losing to me. It was lascivious sex.

“Yamamoto-san… your juices are overflowing… ahh… haa… I’m already dying to cum…!”

“Fuu, nn, fuu… haa… what now? Nn, ah… creampie…?”

“No, not yet… I’m saving it for the end…!”

Overwriting Yamamoto-san’s last male experience with the best sex possible was the goal, but more than that, we shared a desire to make this a lifelong memory.

I used every ounce of willpower to hold back ejaculation. Yamamoto-san devoured my cock with her lower mouth relentlessly, and we spent a long, intense time in sex so consuming that the clock’s hands seemed to slow.

“Sotomichi-kun… I love you… really love you…!”

Yamamoto-san broke first, grabbing my cheeks and forcing a deep kiss to wring out my semen.

Churu… hero… nmu… haa… “Sotomichi-kun… I love you… I’ll always love you… nn… chuu… chubu, juru, chupu… haa… I love you…!”

Kissing, she moved her hips up and down, rubbing my cock with her vagina. Her rhythm stayed steady, expressing boundless love through kisses, driving us to climax with passion alone.

I hugged her tightly, kissing back fiercely, her joy fueling my excitement, tightening my grip. The pachun, pachun of her hips kept a steady beat, and we continued loving sex, no different from lovers, with our raw genitals connected.

Her vagina tightened—a sign of her climax. Despite a woman’s ability to cum repeatedly, she held back to sync with me, thrusting desperately.

Our brains melted, saliva tasting sweet at the peak. My cock swelled and stiffened inside her.

“Ah… haa… nchu… Sotomichi-kun’s… close too… amu… haa… chuu…”

“Sorry… nna… ah… I can’t hold back in your vagina…”

“It’s okay, cum… ahn… chuu… haa… give me all your feelings inside my vagina.”

Her sweet, melted expression lured me. Her hips twitched, pressing her depths, and I grabbed her ass, pistoning with all my strength for the finish.

“Nn, chuu… haa… Yamamoto-san, I’m cumming… nn… haa… inside your vagina…!”

“Haa, yes… cum… fill my vagina with your sperm…!! Ah, aah… ahhh, haa… pound me with that big thing until I break…!!”

In our passionate moment, I became her man, and we rubbed our genitals as lovers. The signal for climax hit, condensing all our time together, flooding us with emotions.

“Aa, aaau, ahh… haa, haa, aaah…!! Yamamoto-san… cumming… aaauuuhhh… cumming…!!”

“Ahn, aah, ah, nnaa…!! Sotomichi-kun… Sotomichi-kun…!! Cum… even if I sleep with others… haa… aah… give me a creampie so good I’ll never forget…!!”

Dopu, byu, byururu, byuku, byuku—!!

“—Aaaah… Sotomichi-kun…!!”

Right after we peaked together, only the dokun, dokun of pulsing echoed. Moments later, her climaxing voice reached me—sweet, wistful, filled with joy.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

Stacked vertically, our hot breaths mingled, and I poured semen dokudoku into her vagina.

I wanted her to remember the sensation of the creampie, the flow of semen, everything. I held her silently.

Her face radiated joy, and I genuinely felt glad to have cum inside her.

“…This was okay, right?”

I brushed her sweat-soaked bangs aside.

“Yeah. It’s decided.”

She nodded, satisfied.

“I’ll live happily my way, but the best sex of my life was with you. I won’t deny that.”

Her words left me speechless.

“That’s something to be proud of.”

“Of course. You’re already Miyu-chan’s proud Onii-chan. Pour your all into her from now on.”

“Definitely. That’s the plan.”

Pillow talk flowed gently, settling into a relaxed mood.

“Oh, we’ve got one more round, right?”

Per our five-creampie promise, I’d only given her four. The mood suggested ending here, but I doubted she’d skip the last.

“Of course. Hang on.”

She opened a drawer of accessories, pulling out a single boxed item—a ring.

“The one from the department store?”

“Yup. My favorite. A precious memory.”

She hugged it to her chest, then handed it to me.

“For the last one, I want you to do it normally, Sotomichi-kun. Enter me missionary, cum when you feel good. But—”

Her final request was so modest compared to our previous sex. Perhaps this ordinary intimacy was what she wanted all along.

I agreed, and we lay in missionary. I inserted my erect cock into her vagina, holding hands like lovers, gripping the ring on her left ring finger, kissing, and sucking her breasts in gentle, ordinary sex.

She looked so happy, I nearly cried. But I couldn’t ruin our final sex with tears, so I thrust, holding back. Her soaked vagina, always wet, made me glad my cock could make her feel so much in this simple connection.

Not too short, not too long, just sex for pleasure without pregnancy. In our final act as man and woman, I called her by her first name, whispering all my love.

“—”

Time passed in pure happiness, and we came together, my semen matching the love in my heart.

In our last pillow talk, per her request, I got a thorough service blowjob. I accidentally came a sixth time, but since it wasn’t a creampie, I secretly didn’t count it.

“—Sotomichi-kun, I’ll always love you.”

At the end, she spoke words likely never to be repeated. Unable to kiss, I asked her to cherish the ring forever.