Cait’s got Kathy’s girlfriend, and she’s not afraid to show it. Will Kathy embrace her inner cuckquean, or will jealousy drive her wild? 😈
Don’t Hurry Home
by Mia Sumner
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Log in as a supporterKathy glanced at the notifications again, all of them from her sister Cait. They’d come in throughout the day while she was attending the conference. Ping. Ping. PING. Each one distracting her, making her stutter and stumble. She hadn’t looked at them, but she could guess what they contained. She knew where Cait was and who Cait was with.
Her younger sister, always so eager to prove she was as good or better. Competing for their parent’s attention had shaped their interactions as adults. Kathy the good, obedient and successful one. Cait, wild and rebellious, always getting into trouble. But now, she had found the perfect way to win.
The day had dragged agonizingly slowly. Cait had told her what she was going to do as soon as she heard Kathy was going to this conference. A conference Kathy had to attend, one that could make her reputation in the industry.
The look on her face as she’d said it, so pleased with herself, so sure it would work, her voice gloating with self-satisfaction. And worst of all, Kathy thought it would. Everyone always wanted Cait.
Her mind had filled with lurid images of what her sister and her girlfriend might be getting up to. Images she had ruthlessly squashed, along with the flickers of arousal, to focus on work.
Now, though, she sat alone in her hotel room. A generic box designed for temporary occupancy. The air smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and stale air conditioning. Outside, the city hummed with traffic. All of this a stark contrast to the intensely personal drama unfolding on her phone screen. In bed, with nothing to distract her and no more excuses to delay, she’d opened the first message with a trembling hand.
Hey sis, don’t worry, I’m keeping your girlfriend occupied! 😏
There was an attachment, of course, a video. Kathy almost didn’t play it, but she had to.
Her girlfriend’s face couldn’t been seen, only her pale, muscular legs, but the moans were unmistakable, Kathy knew them intimately. She could picture Daisy’s flushed face, and the way her lips parted. Her stomach knotted and twisted as she watched her sister’s hand slip between her girlfriend’s thighs. Saw them spread, offering no resistance, heard the moans get lower and more guttural.
The clip ended abruptly and Kathy bit her lip, moving quickly to the next message, needing to know what happened.
She’s an eager slut, isn’t she?
In the second video, Cait’s smirk was triumphant, almost cruel. She ran her hand through Daisy’s hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat. Daisy’s eyes were closed, her expression a mixture of submission and pleasure. A thin line of drool escaped her lips as Cait guided her down, to please her pussy. Kathy’s hand was on her own pussy now, unable to look away as her sister moaned and humped her girlfriend’s face.
There were so many videos. Kathy watched them all, moaning and rubbing as she did. Her stomach churning and her pussy slick with jealousy. Daisy on her hands and knees as Cait thrust a strap on into her wet cunt. Her body shaking, tits, jiggling with each movement. Kathy recognized it as her own, just another small victory for her sister.
Her fingers moved faster, circling her throbbing clit, listening to the catch in Daisy’s voice as she whimpered, whined and then begged Cait to let her cum. Cait’s laughter, so triumphant, like acid on Kathy’s ears. She replayed it three times.
Had she let Daisy cum? There were no more videos. Frustration gnawed at her as her mind filled in the blanks with thoughts of Daisy screaming out her cum, sweaty and spent, overcome with pleasure and desperate for more from Cait. A surge of resentment and jealousy flooded Kathy and her fingers, wet with her own excitement, didn’t let up.
It was the final text though, short and text only, that pushed her over the edge.
Don’t hurry home, the door will be locked. Unless you want to look through the window. 🤭 We’ll let you know when we’re done, but she’ll need a couple of days to recover!
She couldn’t leave early no matter how badly she wanted to, and if she did… locked out of her own house! The humiliation stung, even as her powerlessness taunted, her cunt clenched, slow and throbbing, Cait was doing everything she had said and there was nothing Kathy could do about it. That thought was too much, and she cried out as her orgasm burst over her, not caring if the other guests might hear.
It wasn’t enough though, her body demanded more, her brain conjured pictures of the things that Daisy and Cait would get up to tomorrow, of how she’d be sitting, waiting to be allowed by into her house. She clicked on the first video again, her fingers a blurring on her clit, shame and guilt mixing with the jealousy that spurred her on.
After the flash
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