A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 28b (Patreon)

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Interlude 28b

-VB-

“Amy…!” Vicky hissed at her. “Stop joking!”

“But I’m not,” Amy replied with a salacious and sly grin. “I mean… It's kind of hot. My man’s bulging muscles and form ravaging my sister… Think about what mom would say~!”

“N-No!”

For Brockton Bay’s perfect girl, Vicky could be a little bit prude at times.

“Come on, I already know you like him,” she cooed as she lightly touched Vicky and got all of the information on Vicky’s state. “I mean, you’re already pumping a lot of estrogen merely at the mention of my man…”

“Amy, you’re married,” her sister hissed at her.

Amy shrugged. “I don’t mind sharing with you, you know that, right?”

“We aren’t sharing a doll! He’s a person and your husband for crying out loud!”

“And I told you exactly what we talked about already. He wants you underneath him and screaming his name.”

Vicky blushed and looked away. She was being so cute right now…

“Hey, if you feel uncomfortable about doing it yourself, then why don’t you watch us? You know, see if we’re something worth joining in on.”

“T-That’s voyeurism…”

“Voyeurism is only when you don’t have permission to watch or do it clandestinely. Alan and I are giving you full permission,” she grinned … and couldn’t help but pump a bit of dopamine. It wasn’t something that wasn’t already coming out; she was just … accelerating things a bit.

Because after years of being exposed to Vicky’s aura, Amy did have more than a few dreams and fantasies about fondling her adopted sister.

And seeing her man dominate the same girl?

That was going to be too sexy to not help make it happen.

Vicky’s blonde hair bounced when she jolted up. “C-Can we stop talking about this?”

“Hmm. Okay. I can always convince you next time.”

“There won’t be a next time,” she growled.

Amy just giggled.

“Oh, I’m sure there will be. You don’t know the things Alan can do in bed. The things he can do with his tongue alone…”

“LA LA LA I DON’T HEAR ANYTHING!” she shrieked as she shot up and ran away.

Amy laughed.

She laughed harder when the front door opened and Alan came through, and Vicky, who was on her way out without thinking, slammed into Alan, pressing her entire body up against his chiseled form.

“Hmm? Vicky? When did you get here?” Alan asked as he looked down.

Vicky looked up at him and Amy grinned as she saw Vikcy’s blush exploded into a deeper red and spread down her neck, too. And the way she was eyeing his tongue…

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I’m leaving! Bye!” she blurted out and then swerved around Alan, flying away as quickly as she could.

Alan stared after her for a moment in confusion before shrugging and closing the door. When he turned to face her, he stopped. “... What did you do?” he asked pointedly.

“Oh, I may have spilled some beans about a few things we talked about in bed…”

“... You mean what kind of fetishes we wanted to try out?”

“No, the other one.”

He blinked and then his eyes widened. “Oh. Ohhhhh…”

“Yes~...”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“But she’s -”

“She’s had plenty of time to get over Dean,” she huffed. She had never particularly liked the white knighting Ward anyways.

“Still.”

She shrugged as she got up. “I don’t care. Vicky’s lonely. She needs to get laid. It’s been months. I’m pregnant, and you won’t go as rough as we used to anymore, so I need to live vicariously through someone. I’d rather have Vicky for that instead of some random gold digger or one of your fans.” She paused. “Besides, she likes you, too, but her prudeness is keeping her from joining us in bed even after I bluntly told her that she’s invited.”

He sighed. “Amy, that’s a bit abrupt for that kind of thing, isn’t it?” he asked her. “And you know she’s not a prude.”

“I’m just egging her on. Also, she’s liked you for ages, you know.”

“I know. You told me.”

She got up from the sofa, walked up to him, and held her hands and arms up.

He smiled and then leaned down. With him closer to her, she wrapped her arms around his back and neck and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

Soon, it devolved into french kissing where their tongues slid and slicked around each other.

His hands slid down, pulled her skirt up, and groped both of her ass cheeks.

She moaned a little as he kneaded her flesh, and she pressed her boobs more against his chest, rolling her body around to let him feel her boobs more.

She panted as they broke the kiss. “All that talk about wanting to see you fuck her silly got me a little wet. Make me happy?” she asked, widening her eyes and looking up at him to make those perfect puppy eyes.

He chuckled as he scooped her up. “Sure, my queen. I’ll satisfy you however you wish,” he cooed into her neck as he gave her kisses all over.

She squealed happily as he carried her to bed.

They tossed the clothes aside, and soon, she was moaning as Alan began pumping her pussy with his dick.

By the time they needed to eat dinner, she laid there on the bed with Alan’s cum plastered on her hair, face, boobs, stomach, and dribbling them out of her vagina.

And she felt great.

“Make me dinner?” she asked tiredly.

He laughed but after kissing her a kiss on her un-plastered cheek, he went out to do just that after a quick shower.

As she laid there satisfied on their bed, she couldn’t help but feel good about all of this. What more could she ask for?

Huffing, she realized that life could be better; it just needed a fucked silly Vicky moaning on this bed with her.