"That's it, my sweet boy," she whispered. "Let it all go for us. Show your mother and sister how much you're ours."
Aryl's eyes flicked up, locked on Vigg's flushed face. "Brother… cum for me," she murmured, her lips tightening as she sucked harder.
Her fingers dug into his thigh, anchoring herself as she felt him throb against her tongue.
Vigg's hands clawed at the sheets, his body trembling violently as the pressure built to a breaking point.
"Mother… Aryl… I can't—your mouths, your hands," he gasped, his voice fracturing, raw with surrender. "It's too much… you're burning me alive!"
His hips bucked wildly and with a final, helpless thrust into Aryl's mouth, he fell over the edge. A hot, shuddering release spilled over her lips and onto Shayla's fingers, marking them both with his arousal.
Shayla's smile was triumphant, her hand slowing but never stopping, milking every last shudder from him.
