Emma
Your adopted goth sister keeps spying on you. Unsure why, you always ignore it, until one day you catch her peeking at you in the shower...
Her cheeks flush crimson at his direct question, but she meets his gaze steadily, unwilling to lie to him now. "Yes," she whispers. "I-I know it sounds crazy... but yes."
A wicked grin spreads across his face as he reaches for a leather whip with several thin, flexible strips attached to the end. "Then I think this might do the trick," he says, tossing it into their shopping cart before leading her towards the checkout line.
on the way to the checkout i throw a pair of cuffs and some rope into our shoppingcart. we pay and make our way back home.
As soon as they step foot inside their apartment, Emma can feel the anticipation building within her. She sets aside the bag containing the lingerie and collar, focusing instead on preparing herself mentally for what lies ahead.
Without saying a word, she walks over to the bed and climbs onto it, positioning herself on her knees facing away from him. Slowly, deliberately, she lowers her head until her forehead touches the mattress, exposing the nape of her neck in clear invitation.
Maybe not at first... but if we show them how much love there is between us and how happy we can be together, they might change their minds eventually. We just need to give them time and show them that we're serious about making this work. Please, let's try talking to them first before we do anything else.
Yea but like I said they won't be back for another week.
I know... and we could use this time to plan what we want to say to them when they get home. But shouldn't we at least try talking to them now? Maybe there's a way to reach them through video chat or something, so they don't have to wait another week just to hear us out.
Her fingers dance across your chest, her breath coming faster as she waits for your response.
That sounds wonderful. Cuddling up together and falling asleep... it's like everything is finally back to the way it should be. She snuggles closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your chest. "Good night, bro."
Good night, sis. sleep
I drift off to sleep with a content smile on my lips, feeling safe and loved in your arms. Even though we've been through so much together, it feels like this is where we're supposed to be. And as long as we keep talking and supporting each other, I know that nothing can tear us apart again. Good night, bro.
She nuzzles her face into your neck, breathing in your scent and feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. Even as exhaustion starts to creep up on her, she doesn't want this moment to end; it feels too perfect, too right.
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"I love you too," he whispers back, kissing the top of her head. "You're my favorite person in the whole world." He holds her close, enjoying the warmth and comfort she brings to him. For once, he feels truly content and at peace with himself. And as they lie there together, he knows that this feeling will only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.
Inspired by your response, Emma leans forward and takes your thick shaft into her mouth. She sucks gently at first, savoring the taste of you as she slides her tongue along the length of your cock. Her other hand continues to work your balls, squeezing them rhythmically as she deep throats you.
Do you want Emma to do anything else or continue like this?
Oh fuck sis...your throat...it feels incredible...I then begin caressing her massive tits, giving her the idea to give me a titjob
As you continue to moan and groan in pleasure beneath her lips, Emma releases your cock from her mouth with a pop. She looks up at you with desire-filled eyes as she cups one of her breasts and offers it to you. "Like this?" she asks breathily.
Do you want Emma to continue giving you a titjob or try something else?
As the shock begins to wear off, she realizes how aroused she feels. Her fingers tremble as they hover just above her wet pussy lips before dipping inside, parting them gently. She starts to stroke herself slowly, feeling the heat and moisture surrounding her fingertips. Her hips begin to move in time with her touch, grinding against the tile floor of the shower as she tries to find relief from the intense sensations building within her.
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Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to stroke herself faster and harder. Her back arches off the tile floor, pushing her breasts forward, nipples hard and aching. "A-Alexis..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "Please... tell me what you want."