The Heart System

Chapter 438: Chapter 438

Cora’s arms wrapped around my neck. Legs locked behind my back. She let herself go completely. Body weight resting on me. I held her up with both hands under her ass now. Squeezing. Kneading. Thrusting up into her while her back slid against the tiles.

Every push drove her higher up the wall. Drew a soft thud each time her shoulders hit. She moaned louder. Clung tighter. Nails digging into my back.

She bit my shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin. Just enough to sting. The sharp little pain shot straight to my cock. I groaned. Nearly came right there. But Endless Vigor kicked in. Kept me going. Kept me hard. Kept me thrusting.

Cora’s moans turned frantic. High-pitched. Broken. Her pussy fluttered wildly around me. Walls spasming. Clenching. Milking.

She climaxed once again.

A raw cry tore out of her throat. Echoed off the tiles. Her pussy clamped down in violent waves. Squeezed me so tight I groaned into her neck. Wetness gushed out. Hot. Pulsing. Soaked my cock. Ran down my thighs. Mixed with the shower water. Her whole body shook. Legs locked behind me. Arms clinging tight. She sobbed against my shoulder. Overwhelmed. Shaking. Coming apart in my arms.

I kept fucking her through it. Slow. Deep. Drawing out every spasm. Every pulse. Letting her ride the aftershocks while I stayed buried inside her.

“Good girl,” I muttered against her ear. “Cumming so hard for me… squeezing me so tight… such a perfect little slut…”

Cora relaxed slowly. Body going limp in my hold. Still trembling. Still clinging. But spent. Sated. Breathing hard against my neck.

I kept moving inside her. Gentle now. Letting her come down. Letting her feel every inch while the water poured over us.

She sighed softly. Content.

I kissed her shoulder. Then her neck. Then her lips—slow. Tender.

She kissed back. Weak. Tired. But happy.

I stayed inside her a little longer. Just holding her. Water running over us. Steam filling the room.

Then I eased out slowly. Set her down gently. Her legs wobbled. I held her steady. She looked up at me. Eyes soft. Smiling shyly.

The bathroom door opened.

Esme stepped inside. She yawned wide, rubbing one eye with the heel of her hand. She froze for half a second when she saw us—naked, flushed, Cora’s back still pressed to the tiles—but then she just walked like it was nothing unusual. She turned on the sink faucet. Water rushed out.

Cora tensed beside me. I smiled, small and easy.

We got out of the shower and I bent Cora forward over the sink. She braced both hands on the counter. Ass pushed out. Back arched. Water still dripped from her hair onto the porcelain. I stepped in behind her. Grabbed her hips. Rubbed my cock along her slit once—slow—then pushed inside again.

She moaned. Long and soft. The sound bounced off the walls.

Esme glanced over her shoulder. Watched her sister get fucked against the sink. Then looked at me. No shock. No embarrassment. Just quiet acceptance. She kept washing her hands.

“You could’ve washed your hands in the kitchen sink,” I said with a smile. Thrusting slow and deep into Cora. “Why choose here, Esme?”

She shrugged. Voice small. “Just… wanted to wash it here.”

I fucked Cora harder. Hips snapping forward. Each thrust drove her forward against the counter. Her small tits pressed flat to the edge. She moaned louder. Tried to muffle it against her arm. Failed.

Esme watched. Shy. Eyes flicking between Cora’s face and mine. Cora looked back at her sister—eyes wide, cheeks flushed. Both of them embarrassed in that quiet, shared way.

I pushed in deep one more time. To the hilt. Held there. Cora moaned—sharp, needy. Her walls fluttered around me.

I reached out my hand toward Esme.

She hesitated. Looked at my palm. Then at my face. Then shyly reached out and took it. Her fingers were cool. Damp from the sink.

I pulled her gently back. She stepped closer until her shoulder brushed mine. Standing side by side now. Cora on my right. Esme on my left.

I looked at Esme. Met her eyes. Then slid my free hand down the front of her shorts. Didn’t go inside yet. Just rested my palm over her pubic mound. Felt the soft warmth through the fabric. Rubbed slow circles. She inhaled sharply. Bit her lip.

My fingers dipped lower. Pressed against her slit through the cotton. She was already damp. I rubbed gently. Up and down. Feeling her swell under my touch.

Esme moaned. Quiet. Shy. Her hips rocked forward once—instinctive—then stopped. Like she was scared to move.

Cora watched her sister. Eyes wide. Awe and heat mixed in her expression.

“Thank you for trusting me, Esme,” I said softly. I slid my fingers under the waistband. Touched bare skin. Found her clit. Circled it slowly. “That makes me… proud in a weird way. Knowing that you trust me.”

“I’m…” Esme’s voice cracked. Small. Breathless.

I pulled my fingers back. Held them up in front of her face. They glistened. Wet with her arousal.

“Look how wet you are.”

Esme stared at my fingers. Cheeks burning. Eyes glassy.

I leaned over to Cora. Pressed those wet fingers against her lips.

She opened immediately. Tongue darted out. Licked them clean. Sucked gently. Tasting her sister on me. Moaning softly around my fingers.

I pulled my hand free. Then grabbed the waistband of Esme’s shorts. Slid them down her legs. No panties underneath. Just smooth, pale skin, pussy already swollen and glistening.

I pulled out of Cora slowly. She whined at the loss.

“Esme,” I said quietly. Stepping closer to her. “May I be your first?”

Esme’s eyes got watery. She looked at Cora. Then back at me. I could tell she was scared… of course she would be. But I had to show her that there was nothing to be scared of. I wasn’t like her father… and she had to know that.

Cora straightened up. Wrapped her arms around Esme from the side. Held her tight. “She’s scared, Evan,” Cora whispered. “I think it’d be best to…”

“Yes,” Esme interrupted. Voice small but firm. “B-but… my sister should be there too.”

Cora blinked. Surprised. Then smiled softly. Hugged her tighter.

I nodded. Then I bent down and lifted Esme into my arms. Easy. Light. She squeaked. Wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Your first time shouldn’t be in a bathroom like this.”

I carried her out of the bathroom. Cora followed close behind—still naked, still dripping. We walked down the short hall to Esme’s bedroom. I pushed the door open with my shoulder. Laid Esme gently on her bed.

Cora helped her sister out of the oversized sleep shirt. It fell to the floor. Esme lay there naked. Pale. Big tits rising and falling with quick breaths. Legs pressed together shyly.

I climbed onto the bed. Knelt between Esme’s legs.

Cora sat beside her. Took my cock in her hand. Held it by the base. Guided the head to Esme’s entrance.

Esme looked up at me. Eyes wide. Nervous. Trusting.

I leaned down. Kissed her forehead. Then her lips. Soft. Slow.

She kissed back. Shy. Trembling.

Cora stroked me once—gentle—then pressed the head against Esme’s opening.

Cora leaned in. Kissed her sister’s temple. Whispered something soft I couldn’t hear.

Esme opened her eyes. Looked up at me. Smiled—small, trembling, but real.

Cora’s hands were steady as she worked, her focus entirely on her sister. She leaned down, preparing Esme with a focused, clinical tenderness that made my heart hammer against my ribs.

“You should get a towel, Cora,” I said, my voice sounding rougher than I intended. “To put under her. We don’t want to ruin the sheets.”

Cora looked up, blinking as if coming out of a trance. “Oh, you’re right. One second.” She stood and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone with Esme.

The silence in the room was heavy, thick with years of unspoken tension. I leaned in, my lips brushing against the soft curve of her breast before I moved up to find her gaze. Her eyes were wide, searching mine.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, Esme,” I whispered. I pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the bridge of her nose.

“R-really?” she breathed, her voice trembling.

“When I got you from that police station… I wanted you then. But I held myself back because I knew you didn’t trust me yet. But now?”

“Now?”

“Now I know you do. And that makes me happier than I can say.”

She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching against the mattress. “Will it… hurt?”

“If it does, you just tell me to stop, okay? I’ll be fine. We go at your pace.”

She gave a small, hesitant nod just as Cora returned. My heart did a slow roll as Cora slid the towel beneath Esme’s hips, propping her up. Cora took her position, her eyes meeting mine with a silent, shared understanding. She reached out, her touch guiding me toward the heat of her sister.

The friction was immediate—a sharp, electric jolt that made Esme let out a low, shaky moan. Cora looked between us, her eyes wide as she ensured we were both ready. Then, with agonizing care, she began to guide my cock forward, slowly pushing me into her sister.

I felt the resistance of her body instantly—the tight heat of her first time. I let out a low groan, my muscles coiling as I tried to hold back. She was so narrow, so incredibly tight that it felt like she was pushing me back out.

Esme’s breath hitched into a sharp groan. Her back arched off the mattress, her eyes snapping shut in a mix of shock and strain.

“Are you okay?” Cora asked softly, leaning over her.

“Y-yes… I am…” Esme managed to get out, though her knuckles were white where she gripped the blankets beneath her.

Cora pushed a little more, trying to bridge the gap, but the pain was written all over Esme’s face. I froze, my hips locking in place. Cora let go of my dick, her expression shifting to deep concern.

“Okay, you’re still scared, Esme,” Cora murmured. “We can take this slow. We don’t have to do this right now.”

“No!” Esme gasped, her eyes snapping open with a flash of stubborn fire. “I’ve come too far. If we drop it now, I might never do it.”

“It’s clear you aren’t ready, Esme,” I said, my voice thick with the effort of staying still. “Let’s not force it.”

But Esme wasn’t listening. With a frustrated groan, she surged upward, her hands catching my thighs and pulling me toward her with sudden, desperate strength. The momentum took over. I pushed forward instinctively, and in one sharp, staggering motion, I broke through the final barrier.

Esme let out a sharp scream that echoed through the room. I felt the exact moment it happened—the sudden, searing warmth of her hymen breaking, her body finally blooming open to claim me.

I looked down and saw the blood rushing from her pussy, blooming across the white towel we’d placed under her ass. The sight, combined with the crushing, rhythmic pulse of her walls around my cock, sent my self-control spiraling into the abyss.

“Esme…” I gasped, my vision blurring. “Fuck… you’re so tight… I’m going to—”

“Hurts… it hurts…” she whispered, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she clung to me as her body began to adjust to the intrusion.

“I can’t… Esme! Fuck!”

I let it go. The release was violent and overwhelming as I came deep inside her. I felt the heat of my cum mixing with her blood, overflowing and making a slick, chaotic mess on the towel.