CHAPTER 39: CELES FOUND OUT

After filling her stomach, Sarah cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the bowls.

As the saying goes, a full stomach and warm clothes lead to lustful desires. Standing at the kitchen doorway watching Sarah in her apron, Lucas couldn’t help but feel his appetite stir.

Just as Sarah finished washing the bowls and was about to take off her apron, she heard Lucas say, "Wait."

She turned around to find Lucas looking at her with keen interest.

Understanding his intention, Sarah leaned forward with both hands on the kitchen counter, arching her slender waist and raising her bottom high. In a seductive voice, she said to Lucas, "Master, are you going to favor this little kitchen maid?"

Seeing Sarah becoming more and more compliant, Lucas was very pleased.

He walked up behind her with a smile and slapped her pert bottom with a sharp smack. "Well, well, you restless little kitchen maid, how dare you seduce your master? Let’s see how I punish you."

With that, he lifted Sarah’s black short skirt, tore open her lace panties, pulled out his cock, and slowly thrust into her not-yet-fully-wet pussy.

"Ah! Master’s cock is so thick! So hot! This little kitchen maid can’t take it! Move faster! Please fuck this little kitchen maid!"

Almost as soon as he entered, Sarah began moaning loudly. Her juices gushed out wave after wave with each wanton cry, making it easy for his cock to slide in and out.

Lucas gripped Sarah’s slender waist and began fucking the passionate little kitchen maid from behind.

"Master! Master! So fast! Master is amazing! Master, no! Don’t stop! Master!"

Encouraged by her lewd words, Lucas’s desire grew even fiercer.

He gripped her waist tightly, thrusting deep and hard with every movement. Her pussy lips were churned until they released copious amounts of fluid, and the temperature inside her rose higher and higher from the intense friction, almost hot enough to melt his cock.

"...Ah... Master... I’m close... I’m about to climax... This little kitchen maid can’t take it anymore... Ah... Master... Master!"

With that final cry of "Master," Sarah’s voice nearly broke, as a powerful thrust sent her over the edge.

Her arms went weak, and she nearly slid off the kitchen counter, but Lucas steadied her just in time, giving her enough strength to hold her position.

Lucas pulled his cock out from her still-clenching pussy and thrust upward, directly into Sarah’s asshole, fucking her once again.

"...Ah... Master is amazing... His cock... is inside this little kitchen maid’s ass... Master is so good... I love it... Master’s cock..."

Even though he was fucking her ass, after a brief initial adjustment, Sarah was soon overcome with pleasure again. Her pussy continued to drip fluids, which trickled down her thighs onto the floor.

Feeling the extreme tightness of Sarah’s asshole and the friction of her warm rectal walls, Lucas began thrusting even faster.

"Your ass feels so good, the flesh inside knows just how to squeeze and milk me! What kind of little kitchen maid are you? You’re clearly a little bitch in heat!"

"...Yes... Master is right... I am a little bitch in heat... My ass feels so good... because... my ass was made for Master’s cock... My slutty pussy too... was made for Master... I was born... to be fucked by Master... Ah... Master..."

Lucas was lost in the frenzy of fucking, and Sarah was equally lost in being fucked, so neither of them noticed the dorm door opening. Someone had followed the sounds to the kitchen, and what she saw and heard made her let out a terrified scream.

"Ah—" The scream from behind startled the Everleigh siblings, making them jump. They quickly turned around to find Celes, wearing a white sports jersey, standing frozen at the kitchen doorway with a dazed expression, the basketball she had been holding now dropped on the floor.

"Celes!" Sarah panicked, not knowing what to say. "It’s... not what you think..."

"What I think?" Celes’s face was full of disbelief. "What am I supposed to think? Weren’t you doing... that... with your cousin? And you let him into your... that place... You called him Master, called yourself a little... little bitch... How could you... be so cheap?"

That word, "cheap," felt like a steel knife plunging straight into Sarah’s heart.

She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say.

How could she refute it? Recalling her own behavior just moments ago, even Sarah herself thought she was cheap.

In truth, by now, Sarah had come to accept her own fawning obedience toward Lucas, but such criticism could never, ever come from Celes’s mouth. It simply couldn’t.

Looking into Celes’s eyes, she saw shock, anger, pity, confusion, and above all, disdain.

Celes had never looked at her like this before. Sarah truly realized that she was losing Celes.

This absolutely could not happen.

"Take her."

"What?" Sarah’s voice was so soft that Lucas couldn’t quite hear her clearly.

"I said, take her." Sarah met Lucas’s gaze with a resolute expression. "Master, I agree."

Previously, Sarah had done everything she could to make Lucas temporarily give up his pursuit of Celes. Now, she was withdrawing her opposition.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, very pleased.

Although Celes didn’t fully understand the conversation between the Everleigh siblings, she instinctively sensed danger and quickly stepped back. But after only two steps, she found her body was no longer under her control.

"What’s happening?" Celes cried out in terror. "I can’t move! Did you do this?!"

Lucas ignored Celes and turned to Sarah, who was standing nearby looking pale. He said softly, "Go rest in the bedroom. You don’t need to watch this."

"No," Sarah shook her head firmly. "I want to witness Celes’s first time."

Lucas nodded and said nothing more.

He walked up to Celes and said with a smile, "Little Celes, we meet again."

"Get away from me!" Celes was 182 cm tall, four centimeters taller than Lucas.

Standing face to face, Lucas would have to tiptoe slightly if he wanted to kiss her, so instead he leaned in and sniffed her swan-like, slender neck.

The long-legged beauty had just returned from playing ball and was drenched in sweat. Although it didn’t smell bad at all, aside from the sweat she worked up from being fucked, Lucas didn’t like sticky sweat.

"You’re drenched in sweat, little Celes. Let’s take a bath first."

Then, Celes found that her body could move again, but not by her own will.

Step by step, she walked into the bathroom, where a basket for dirty clothes stood beside the washing machine.

Lucas and Sarah, who had followed her, had already silently taken off their clothes and thrown them into the basket.

"Your turn."