4 years later I (34m) finally fucked my ex’s hot younger sister (23f)and it was really something

[](/r/SluttyConfessions/?f=flair_name%3A%22Exhibitionism%22)I (34M) dated my ex (let's call her Katie) for about a year a few years back. It was never going to be forever; we were just in different places and it fizzled out for the usual reasons. The one thing that stuck with me, though, was her younger sister Emma.

Emma was 19 when I first met her. Now she’s 23. Where Katie was a solid 7 on her best day, Emma was a straight 9 — and she knew it. Pale blonde, long athletic legs from years of soccer, and an absolutely ridiculous, peachy ass. She had this confident, teasing energy that drove me crazy even back then. She used to flirt with me pretty openly whenever the three of us were together with little comments, lingering looks, “accidentally” brushing against me. It was never serious enough to cause real drama, but it was constant enough that I noticed. And I thought about her more than I should have. A lot more.

Fast forward four years. I’m at a brewery with some friends on a sunny Saturday afternoon when I spot her across the patio. She’s already a couple drinks in, wearing black yoga tights that were fighting for their life against that fat, round ass and a little crop top that showed off her toned stomach. The second she sees me her face lights up. She comes over, gives me a big hug, and we start catching up. One drink turns into her asking if I can do her a quick favor: drive her home real quick so she can grab her phone charger. My friends are still there, but I say sure. I told myself it was just being nice. The truth was I wanted any excuse in the world to watch that ass walk in front of me for a few more minutes.

When we got to her place she told me to come inside. The second the door shut behind us, the vibe shifted. She turned around, looked at me with this hungry little smile, and just took her top off. She backed up against the wall in her hallway, tits out, and waited.

I was on her in seconds.

We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. I had her pinned against the wall, mouth on her neck, tasting salt and sunscreen while she moaned and pulled at my belt. She was already breathing hard, whispering “please” and “I need it” like she’d been waiting just as long as I had. I yanked her tights down, rolled on a condom in record time, and slid inside her right there in the hallway. She was soaked and tight and made the filthiest little sounds when I bottomed out.

I grabbed her ponytail and started fucking her hard with sharp, deep strokes that made that fat pale ass ripple every time my hips slapped against it. She pushed back into me, arching that back, one arm reaching behind to grab my neck. The dirty talk started flowing out of both of us without any filter. She kept saying things like “I bet you always wanted this young pussy” and “fuck me like you’ve been thinking about it.” I told her how long I’d been waiting to ruin her. It was raw and intense in a way I’ve never experienced before.

We fucked like animals. First round against the wall, then I bent her over the hallway bench for doggy, then flipped her onto her back on the floor with her legs and feet up on my chest. She was loud, greedy, and kept pulling me deeper. At one point she reached back, ripped the condom off, and took my load straight down her throat. Barely five minutes later she had me hard again. The third round she was on her back again, ankles by her ears, taking every inch while I pounded her into the floor. When I got close she pulled me out and let me paint her pretty face and tits while she rubbed her clit and came with these shaky little sobs.

We were both wrecked. Sweat everywhere, her makeup smeared, my cum still on her chin and chest. We barely talked beyond the filthy shit we’d already said. She just laid there glowing, occasionally reaching over to fondle my balls or suck on my fingers while she played with herself. Eventually we got dressed (her walking funny and laughing about how sore she was) and I drove her back to the brewery.

On the way she kept touching my thigh, telling me how long she’d wanted that, how she used to flirt with me on purpose back in the day because she knew I was looking. She said I’d “finally made her fucking scream” and that we should do it again soon. When we parked she leaned over, kissed me deep, then sucked on my bulge through my shorts before hopping out with a wink.

I went back to my friends, grabbed a cold beer, and tried to act normal while my legs were still shaky. Across the patio I caught one last glimpse of her walking with a group of girls, noticeably limping and still glowing. My friends asked where I’d disappeared to. I just said I had to take a call.

It was the best “call” of my life. When I'm back in town, I'm hoping there's an equally salacious part two.