Visiting two sisters in the night - part 2

The second chapter to my first story. Both girls are 18 years old and fictional.

I froze. A soft gasp sliced through the quiet. Behind me, the door groaned faintly. My head whipped around. Maud stood rigid in the doorway. Her eyes—wide, terrified saucers—locked onto Nora’s exposed body, the gleaming cum streaked across her skin, my still-hard cock hanging thick and wet between my thighs. Her jaw dropped slightly, revealing the silver gleam of her braces. Shock paralyzed her expression—a mask of pure, horrified disbelief. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath her thin pajama top. One hand clutched the doorframe, knuckles bone-white. Time seemed to fracture. Her gaze flickered from Nora’s violated stillness to my face, then back. A choked sound escaped her lips—half gasp, half whimper. Her skin went deathly pale.

Panic seized me—cold, electric. "Maud," I hissed, voice raw and low, scrambling to pull my jeans up, zipper rasping loudly in the silence. Cum slicked my fingers, making it clumsy. "Don't scream." Her eyes widened further, darting towards Nora again. Her whole body trembled. She took a half-step back into the hallway, shaking her head slightly. "What... what did you..." she stammered, the words thin and brittle. Her knuckles tightened on the doorframe. She looked like she might bolt—or scream. The air crackled with imminent disaster. I lunged forward, not fully dressed, one hand outstretched. "Please," I whispered desperately, "just be quiet. Listen—"

My fingers closed around her wrist—cold, fragile bone beneath thin skin. She flinched violently, trying to pull away. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts. "Let go!" she choked out, voice trembling. Her eyes, wild with fear, fixed on mine. "You're hurting her! Nora!" Her gaze darted back to her sister’s sleeping form, the mess glistening on her skin. A tear welled in the corner of her eye.

I pulled her backwards into the hallway, stumbling over my own feet. Her pajama sleeve bunched in my grip. With a sharp shove, I slammed Nora’s door shut. The latch clicked loudly. Maud gasped, stumbling against the wall. Her braces flashed silver as her mouth opened wide—a scream gathering force. I clamped my free hand over her lips, muffling the sound. Her breath was hot and frantic against my palm. She tasted faintly of mint toothpaste and panic. Her small body strained against mine, wiry muscles trembling. Her breasts pressed against my forearm.

"Shut up!" My voice was a harsh rasp, inches from her ear. Her skin smelled like laundry soap and cold sweat. "You scream, and I swear..." I tightened my grip, pulling her away from Nora’s door. She whimpered behind my hand, eyes wide and terrified. Her bare feet slid on the hardwood floor. "Understand?" I hissed. She nodded frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her body went limp, trembling.

I dragged her down the hall, past her own open bedroom door. Inside, the algebra worksheet lay abandoned on her nightstand. Her bed was rumpled, blankets thrown back. I shoved her inside, releasing my hand from her mouth. She stumbled backwards, catching herself on the edge of her mattress. Her chest heaved. "What... what are you going to do?" she whispered, voice shaking. Her gaze flicked to my jeans—still unzipped, my cock half-hard and glistening beneath the denim flap. She flinched, looking away quickly. Her fists clenched at her sides. The silver tracks of her braces gleamed in the moonlight. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath her thin pajama top. The scent of her fear hung thick—sharp and metallic.

"Lie down," I commanded, my voice low and rough. She didn't move. Her eyes were wide pools of terror fixed on mine. I took a step forward, crowding her against the bed. She scrambled backwards onto the mattress, pressing herself against the headboard. Her polka-dot pajama bottoms rode up slightly, exposing her ankles—thin, pale. The shadowed triangle of pale curls between her thighs was visible beneath the thin cotton. I knelt on the bed, crawling towards her. My hand shot out, gripping her ankle. Her skin was cold, clammy. She gasped, trying to jerk her leg away. "No! Please!" Her voice cracked. "Don't!"

Ignoring her pleas, my hand slid up her calf, beneath the pajama leg. Her skin was smooth, soft. I reached her thigh, fingers tracing the inseam of her bottoms towards her center. She whimpered, pressing her legs together tightly. My fingers pressed against the thin cotton over her mound. Heat radiated through the fabric. I could feel the slight dampness there—fear-sweat or something else? Her hips twisted away. "Stop!" she cried, pushing weakly at my shoulder. Her small hands felt like trapped birds against my chest. My other hand gripped her pajama top, pulling it upwards. Her small breasts emerged—pale, firm, nipples tight and pink. She gasped, trying to cover herself. "Look at me," I growled, pulling her hands away. Her braces flashed as her lips trembled. Her eyes squeezed shut. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

I leaned down, my mouth closing over one nipple. She cried out—a sharp, choked sound. Her body arched involuntarily. The taste of her skin—salt and laundry soap. My tongue circled the hard bud, sucking gently. She shuddered, a tremor running through her. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties, dragging them down her hips in one rough motion. They caught at her knees. Her pubic hair was sparse, pale blonde curls. Her pussy was exposed—tight, pink folds glistening faintly. Small. Untouched. My fingers traced the outer lips. She gasped, her thighs clamping shut again. "Open," I ordered, pressing my thumb against her slit. She shook her head violently, sobbing. I pushed harder, forcing her thighs apart with my other hand. Her muscles trembled with resistance. My thumb slid between her folds, finding wet heat. She cried out again, louder this time. "No! It hurts!" Her hips bucked uselessly. My finger circled her tiny opening, pressing inward. It yielded slightly—tight, impossibly tight. A bead of moisture slicked my fingertip. Her scent intensified—crushed grass and something sweetly floral beneath the salt-fear.

I withdrew my finger, shifting my weight. My cock, fully hard now, thick and heavy, pressed against her inner thigh. She froze, eyes snapping open wide with horrified understanding. "No!" she shrieked, thrashing wildly. "NO! DON'T!" Her small fists pounded my chest. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. Her body arched, trying to twist away. My free hand guided my cockhead to her entrance. It felt impossibly small, impossibly tight against the broad tip. She screamed—a raw, ragged sound. I pushed. Her body resisted fiercely, muscles clamping down. She gasped, choking on her own breath. Her eyes rolled back slightly. I pushed harder, relentless. Her tightness yielded inch by agonizing inch, a burning stretch. She whimpered, a high, keening sound. Her legs fell open limply. I sank deeper, buried to the hilt inside her virgin heat. She felt impossibly hot, impossibly tight, gripping me like a fist. Her breath came in shallow, panicked gasps. Tears streamed down her temples, soaking her hair. Her braces clicked softly as her jaw clenched. My hips pulled back slightly, then thrust forward hard. She cried out again, a sound of pure pain. Her small breasts trembled with each ragged breath. I began to move—slow, deep strokes, claiming her tightness. Her body felt fragile beneath mine, trembling uncontrollably. Her pussy gripped me with desperate tightness, slick with her forced arousal and my own precum. The friction was intense, almost painful. Pleasure coiled hotly at the base of my spine. My thrusts deepened, quickened. Her cries became muffled sobs against my shoulder. Her nails dug into my back through my shirt. The bedsprings creaked softly beneath us. The scent of her fear mingled sharply with the musk of sex. My balls tightened. Pressure built—urgent, undeniable. I drove into her hard, grinding deep. Her body jerked beneath me.

Her muffled sob became a choked gasp against my shoulder as I pulled back, my hips pistoning faster now. The wet slap of skin filled the small room, punctuated by her shallow, hiccuping breaths. Her body offered no resistance anymore, just the yielding tightness of her virgin pussy stretched around my thickness. Each thrust dragged a tiny whimper from her throat. Her small fists, pinned above her head, trembled violently. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears carving tracks through the moonlight on her cheeks. Her braces gleamed silver where her lips parted in silent agony. My cock throbbed inside her, the friction intense, almost unbearable. Her heat was incredible, a furnace gripping me. Pleasure surged, sharp and urgent. My balls drew up tight against my body. I slammed into her hard, grinding deep. Her hips lifted slightly off the mattress, forced by the impact. A low groan escaped me. The tension snapped. My cock pulsed violently deep inside her. Hot jets of cum flooded her tight channel, filling her. She gasped, her body tensing briefly at the sudden heat flooding her. I held myself deep, shuddering, emptying myself into her. Her pussy muscles fluttered weakly around my softening cock. I stayed buried for a moment longer, breathing raggedly. The scent of blood mingled faintly with sweat and semen. I pulled out slowly. A trickle of white mixed with pinkish fluid seeped onto her pale thighs. She curled instantly onto her side, knees drawn up tight to her chest, shaking violently. Her hands covered her face. Her shoulders hitched with silent sobs. Her polka-dot pajama bottoms lay tangled around her ankles. The moonlight caught the wet smear between her legs. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath her bunched top.

Silence pressed in, thick and suffocating, broken only by Maud's shuddering breaths and the frantic drumming of my own heart against my ribs. Her curled form radiated shock and violation. I rolled off the bed, my jeans still gaping open, my cock slick and softening against my thigh. Cum dripped onto the hardwood floor. Down the hall, Nora slept, unaware. Maud’s muffled sobs were a ticking bomb. I couldn't leave her like this. Not screaming. Not running. My gaze darted around the moonlit room—the algebra worksheet, the rumpled sheets, the discarded pajama bottoms. I grabbed her shoulders roughly. "Look at me," I hissed, voice low and desperate. She flinched violently, burying her face deeper into her hands. I hauled her upright against the headboard. Her tear-streaked face was pale, eyes wide and vacant with terror. Her braces caught the light. "Listen," I commanded, shaking her slightly. Her head lolled. "You tell *anyone*," I leaned closer, my breath hot on her ear, "about tonight... about Nora... I come back. Understand?" Her breath hitched. She stared past me, unseeing. "I come back," I repeated, squeezing her shoulders hard enough to bruise. "And I finish what I started with her. With both of you. Every night." Her eyes snapped to mine, a flicker of horrified comprehension. She nodded frantically, a jerky, mechanical movement. "Good," I breathed, releasing her. She slumped back against the headboard, trembling. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her exposed breasts and thighs.

I stood, zipping my jeans with sticky fingers. The metallic scent of blood hung faintly in the air. Maud remained curled on the bed, a small, broken shape in the moonlight, her breathing shallow and uneven. I backed towards the door, my eyes scanning the hallway—still empty, still silent except for Nora’s distant, rhythmic breathing. My gaze lingered on Maud. Her stillness was unnerving. A dark stain bloomed on the sheets beneath her. I turned and slipped out, easing the bedroom door shut behind me with a soft click. The hallway floor felt cold beneath my socks. The house breathed its stale popcorn and laundry soap breath. I moved quickly, silently, past Nora’s closed door, down the stairs.
And then suddenly, I heard a voice from upstairs. "Maud... Are you okay?" It was Nora.

To be continued...