My Sexy Futa Sister-In-Law Preview

Tempest’s arousal vibrates throughout her body as her tongue slips past the defenses of Gianna’s lips to travel along the blonde’s thick velvet muscle, reveling in the tangy acidity of the wine and the sweetness of Gianna’s own uniqueness. Gianna groans when she feels the cool steel of Tempest’s tongue piercing.

She takes it slow. The last thing she wants to do is tip the fragile balance she’s created with Gianna’s delicate emotions. But the eight inches of aching hardness confined to the point of physical discomfort has been difficult to ignore. 

To be fair, Tempest suspects she might have survived Gianna in a hoodie and sweats -even though the blonde could wear a rubbish bag and still look amazing- but the sight of buxom curves and warm peachy skin sealed her fate the moment Gianna changed into much skimpier clothing. 

Of course, she’s wanted to fuck the blonde long before now. Ever since she was nineteen and Gianna didn’t take her seriously when Tempest told her she could do so much better than Ian. Tempest has known that she could please Gianna in ways Ian couldn’t begin to, but despite the futa’s reputation she’s respectful of boundaries and until a few minutes ago Gianna’s given no indication of interest. But Tempest’s sharp eyes detected the flush to her skin, the way her eyes darkened, the way her breath hitched just a little. 

“Do you know what a futa is?” She whispers against Gianna’s lips, enjoying every shaky breath released between them. 

“No,” Gianna says. “Is that some kind of toy?”

Tempest laughs huskily and reaches for Gianna’s dominant hand, guiding it between her legs to the hard surprise that rests against her thigh in the loose fabric of the ripped jeans she wears. Just the hint of her palm over such need ridden skin entices a groan from Tempest’s lips as Gianna gasps.

“Oh… wow. I suddenly really like futas.”

The awe in her voice draws a smug grin and Tempest returns to kissing her, tilting her head to deepen the kiss until they’re both dizzy and breathless. She breaks the kiss, trailing her lips down Gianna’s chin and neck until the woman’s moan fills the air. 

“Only an idiot would abandon you,” Tempest whispers. “Every little thing about you turns me on, besides the fact that you’re fucking sexy as hell. You’re bold, refuse to take shit from anyone, passionate… I can only imagine the way you are in bed. Or the way you should be.” Her teeth graze just over Gianna’s hammering pulse. She rewarded the younger woman with a shuddering breath and fingers in her hair. “You’re funny..”

“Some people might call that sarcastic,” Gianna gasps out. “Bitchy even..”

“Wit is subjective,” Tempest says and finally dares to explore the blonde’s lush softness, gripping her ass to guide Gianna to her knees as well. It’s even more firm and full than Tempest has repeatedly fantasized about every time she’s seen it perfectly sculpted in jeans or tight dresses and skirts. The brunette’s fingers knead and squeeze, slipping her fingers under the hem of Gianna’s sleep shorts to feel the soft warmth. 

Gianna whimpers and the sound travels straight to Tempest’s thickness. Thickness Gianna seems intent on further exploring as she undoes the buttons and zipper of Tempest’s jeans.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers.

They probably shouldn’t, but Tempest’s never denied desires.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she agrees. “But we want to, don’t we? You want to,” her own fingers slip past the waistband of Gianna’s shorts, the thin, soaked fabric of her thong, and the moment Gianna’s hand grasps her, she also cups the silky wetness of the older woman’s sex. Just a touch and Gianna, deprived of contact for far too long, seems to come apart. Every slide of Tempests’s fingers along the older woman’s slick folds, over the taut bud of her sensitive clit, and the tight ring of her inviting entrance leaves her quivering and hungrily seeking Tempest’s mouth.

They’re too impatient to undress, exploring and groping like teenagers, breaths coming harder and faster as Gianna strokes her and she slips fingers into the balmy depths of Gianna’s needy heat. Her fingers are immediately gripped, drawn deeper even as the awkwardness of the position threatens to leave her with tendonitis if it continues. But Tempest risks it, joining the two with another until Gianna’s head falls back and her little gasps of pleasure become soundless little hiccups. 

Tempest secures her free arm around Gianna’s waist, holding her firm and upright as her fingers quicken while Tempest’s own thighs quiver from the blonde’s eager attentions.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck… Yes. Fuck! Right th — “Gianna’s words cut off as Tempest’s fingertips brush over a different spot that leave her seeing stars and she buries her face in Tempest’s shoulder as the younger woman grows relentless, ignoring clenching muscles -both within Gianna and within her own arm- as she demands further pleasure.

They rock together like turbulent waves, barely able to stay on their knees as Gianna comes, shaking and sobbing with ecstasy. Her pleasure coats Tempest’s fingers, but the futa refuses to give in, chasing yet another peak until finally even her support can’t keep Gianna upright. She withdraws her fingers, finding them glistening and coated in her lover, and Tempest is struck again by just how much of an idiot her brother is.