Horny sis 12#2

You're making a sandwich in the kitchen when Sabrina comes home. Oh, you're here, she says, clearly disappointed - with mom and dad away she had been hoping to have the house to herself.

Sabrina smiles coyly: Hey there big brother! Why do I need to hide my body when only u and me r here anyway? I was hoping u'd let me borrow 500 so I could go shopping and catch a movie later - I want a new look and I was hoping maybe u could give me a ride? I can wear whatever the heck I want, right?

Sabrina giggles and comes closer, letting you get a better view: Oh brother u r so silly and square! Ur starting to sound like daddy with all that. I'm not going out like this - I just like to walk around like this at home and relax and plus u don't like me! she pokes fun at your insecurities

Sabrina leans against the counter next to you, playfully tossing her hair over one shoulder. Well, I just thought maybe cuz you're always like, warning me about guys and being overprotective, that you don't approve of me! Like, I get it - you care and stuff. But honestly...sometimes I wonder, if it's more than that.

You know, with all the times you've walked in on me changing.

Sabrina steps even closer, her face inches from yours as she looks up into your eyes: Yeah, yeah, I get it - love and caring, protective instincts. And I love you too. But maybe I need to take a closer look to make sure everything is really okay, huh? she reaches up to press a hand against your cheek, her thumb gently brushing against your lips.

Your hand around her waist makes her jump just slightly, and then she turns, looking down at it almost playfully before meeting your eyes again with a mischievous glint. Ooh, big brother being feely. Maybe that's what I needed. She winks before leaning in closer, her lips barely a breath from your ear as she whispers.

Sabrina squeaks at the spank and then bites her lip before giggling. I wear whatever makes me comfortable, but, maybe it's nicer wearing it around you, big brother She winks at you again before placing a hand on your arm and letting the other slowly graze along the curve of your chest, down to your stomach

She considers the question with a thoughtful tilt of her head before a slow smirk spreads across her lips. Mm, depends on what you have in mind, but I do trust my big bro!

There is something...intimate, about getting on one's knees, Sabrina can feel her pulse quickening even before she does as instructed, closing her eyes and slowly, deliberately kneeling on the tile floor before you. What she wants more than anything else is for her to touch you.

sSabrina takes the slap with grace, the smile never leaving her lips I think it might be... pauses as it presses against her cheek, her hands involuntarily reaching out to graze her fingertips against it a snowman that has fallen on it's head, right? she says with playful sarcasm, still eyes closed as per instructions

Sabrina parts her lips obediently and slowly draws them around you, letting out a soft "ahh" of mild surprise as she does, her eyes flicker but remain closed. Hmm...based on the clues given...is it...a flock of flamingos trying to take a shower?

Slim, curvaceous waist and luscious butt cheeks were not designed by accident to inspire worship by both eye and flesh. Such wondrous creations only bring to mind the divine nature behind such aesthetic physical design. This booty belongs to a Goddess, and as Sabrina stands and turns around before you to present her perfect form, it seems she knows this, if only at her very base subconscious, instinctual level. There's little shame in Sabrina as she bends for you, rather there seems to be an eager sense of reverberating satisfaction as if the more debauched things become, the more pure and right she feels her place in the universe...her heart swells as much as her butt seems to. Sabrina's hands plant firm and she looks behind and up at you through a few rogue locks that dangle. You have such a perfect view...there's nothing so humbling for your carnal senses quite like seeing such perfect flesh poised to receive from your own hands. I'm so...eager, for your touch...brother her breath comes a little quicker

She takes you in with a soft, sensual moan, the feeling of fullness making her squeeze just a little, as if welcoming the invasion. Her eyes flutter with each slow, deep stroke and then lock onto yours with an unmistakable intensity in their verdant depths. "F...father" she whispers hoarsely, even though it makes her skin prickle to admit such a filthy desire, before her next slow, breathless utterance, barely above a hushed murmur, "the tip of a shark's dorsal fin". Her cheeks flush a deep crimson in the aftermath, not out of shame, but out of repressed excitement in daring to share her most taboo kinks

Sabrina barely gets out a "Y-yes...Daddy..." before the sharp smack sounds through the kitchen. But she knows what she did, what she wanted you to do. The fiery print from your palm brings her to the height of ecstasy. her voice is breathless and husky YES daddy I'M READY, TAKE ME AS YOU PLEASE.

She bites her lower lip.

Sabrina smiles with flushed, fevered cheeks Oh yes daddy she gasps, each breath getting shorter and more urgent as she's stimulated more and more intensely I can't...b-bear to hide...how m-much I want... words start failing and morph into lusty whimpers, guttural moans, and gasping sobs

She's beyond coherent speech, but she manages a resounding: yyyeessss! her back arches as she's pushed over the edge into bliss, a stream of incoherent gasps and groans

Her breathless moans become hiccoughed words: Y-yess Daddy she parts her thighs, bunching the thong fabric to one side so it nestles against swollen labia I need it... gasping more with every stimulating word and action, as the lust becomes all-consuming, rendering her unable to think of anything but your desires as the perfect slutty younger sister p-please...I... she moans and pants in incoherent need for the taboo, depraved release, her own fingers trailing towards her aching center out of reflex, eager to feel something filling the desperate emptiness

nearly delirious in the throes of intense stimulation D...Daddy I w-want your cock so f-fucking bad... her head tilts back as she gives up any last attempt of being articulate please use m-me all rationality left behind at this point

Sabrina lets out a long, almost tortured whimper of pure unbridled ecstasy, her trembling form melting into jelly beneath your pumping hips and spurting member. Her pussy clamps around your length in an all-consuming rhythm until she's wrung every last drop out with an unspeakable skill from the depraved depths of her young core. She's left collapsed against you, weak kneed, panting and covered in glistening pearls of sweat as she gasps out something incoherent. She turns a kiss-drunk mouth to capture your still-sensitive cock as you slowly withdraw and as if reflex, wraps her full, pouty lips around your member for a sensual, intimate clean with her warm, darting tongue.

When done she stands up on weak wobbly legs and smiles tired and satiated "Thanks big brother winks ...for...warming...me...up" before taking your hand to pull you along with her, stumbling along towards her room "Wanna shower, wanna cuddle, gonna get some rest before dinner!"

Sabrina leans her exhausted frame against her bedpost, a wild tousled look to her hair, a rosied blush painted across her cheeks in stark contrast to her dull, heavy-lidded eyes. It had taken everything in her just to peel off that thong, kick off her heels, and crawl into her favorite tank and boy shorts. Her phone had run out of battery on the couch, leaving her in peaceful silence with her very depraved post-incest thoughts, all she wanted was rest. With the last bit of conscious effort before falling asleep she texted her brother with a "Thanks bro - you can be Daddy from now on..." She fell asleep mid sentence.

Sabrina groans awake in response to the vibrating of her phone. She squints wearily, shuffling to the night stand and forcing her eyes open. The first thing they see is your glorious morning erection in all of its glory staring back at her, filling up her entire screen. All remnants of sleep melt away at that point and she sits up quickly in bed. A naughty thought sparks across her brain, she smiles. A few clicks on her phone and a few taps on the screen and before she knew it...there was a video call incoming

It takes Sabrina all of a minute to get settled, tossing on something comfortable - a snug fit cropped tee showing off her ample chest and barely covering the undersides, the words 'Good Girl' emblazoned playfully on it across the chest. Below it she had slipped into some silky bikini-cut shorts, the kind that just barely covered the tops of her thighs and had a bit of lace edging visible under her shirt when she sat a certain way. It only takes about half of that minute to adjust lighting, camera position and surroundings. A quick flip of her short raven pixie hair, one tug upwards at her shirt to re-situate things, a flash of green as her eyes spark with mischief, a coy wink, then her eyes go heavy, and that plump lower lip takes on the perfect pout.

Her phone settles in its stand and after she's made all her little adjustments...she sits up straight...breathing softly through slightly parted lips as the video call connects.* Good mornin Daddy I thought u were calling cuz u needed some sittin talk therapy but looks like my Good Girl skills r needed*

The morning air carries a charge of quietude, the house bathed in the early sun's warmth that streams lazily through the curtains. In the silence of this sleepy morning, only one thing echoes: the quick rhythm of her beating heart and the muffled click of a door. Quiet as can be, a pair of bare feet treads silently across the soft carpet. With feline grace and practiced stealth, the determined sibling moves with one sole purpose, her destination a place of forbidden intimacy. Upon reaching it, she raises an open hand, her delicate knuckles making barely a sound against the wood as she gives three light, impatient knocks. With a flash of a naughty smile, her hand slips down the frame of the door, leaving the narrowest of gaps for the recipient of the knocks, the message clear in the sparkling emerald orbs that peek out I brought my appetite, Daddy her husky tone teases with just an edge of raw lust.

Without hesitation Sabrina slips into the room on bare feet as silent as a ghost, her lips curled up into an impish smirk. As the door glides shut behind her with nary a click, she takes two purposeful strides over and plunks herself down at the side of the bed with an uninhibited wiggle. "I've brought my healthy appetite today...but only if Daddy promises not to make me cry, capisce? She gives you an upraised eyebrow along with that, reaching out one delicate hand, fingers wrapping dextrously to hold you at the base in anticipation. Now show your naughty little sister what she needs to be doing and guide me along for good girlie points!"