Brennan’s never had a sister. Now he has one and she already runs the house. Kali bursts in from school, blonde hair swinging, tits pushing against her top, and points at her shoes. Video game controller still in his hands, Brennan drops it and kneels. She wants her feet rubbed—now. Fine. She takes the controller, kicks back, and plants both soles across his face while she racks up points. Pretty toes, sharp toenails, little silver ring glinting on the second toe. He leans in, nose buried, breathing her in. Kali smirks, peels off her skirt, and drops onto his mouth. No warning. Just warm, bare skin and a sudden order to lick. He tastes every inch she gives him—soft pussy, tighter hole—while she grinds down, riding his tongue like it owes her rent. Her hand finds his cock, already stiff, and she laughs once, low. She strokes it, then bends and swallows him, never lifting off his face. Spit runs down his shaft; her tongue works fast, messy. She drags him to her room by the wrist. On her bed she feeds him her tits, big and soft, nipples hard, while she sinks onto his cock. Brennan fucks up into her, hard, steady, and Kali cums quick—first one sharp cry, then another, thighs shaking. She spins, shoves those tits together, and lets him slide between them, fucking the warm, slick valley until she decides he’s earned more. Back inside her, he pounds until she’s gasping again, cunt fluttering around every inch. When he’s close she pulls off, wraps her fist tight, and jerks him straight into her palm. Thick ropes splatter her fingers. She looks at the mess, then at him, and smiles like she just won another round.
Brennan’s never had a sister. Now he has one and she already runs the house. Kali bursts in from school, blonde hair swinging, tits pushing against her top, and points at her shoes. Video game controller still in his hands, Brennan drops it and kneels. She wants her feet rubbed—now. Fine. She takes the controller, kicks back, and plants both soles across his face while she racks up points. Pretty toes, sharp toenails, little silver ring glinting on the second toe. He leans in, nose buried, breathing her in. Kali smirks, peels off her skirt, and drops onto his mouth. No warning. Just warm, bare skin and a sudden order to lick. He tastes every inch she gives him—soft pussy, tighter hole—while she grinds down, riding his tongue like it owes her rent. Her hand finds his cock, already stiff, and she laughs once, low. She strokes it, then bends and swallows him, never lifting off his face. Spit runs down his shaft; her tongue works fast, messy. She drags him to her room by the wrist. On her bed she feeds him her tits, big and soft, nipples hard, while she sinks onto his cock. Brennan fucks up into her, hard, steady, and Kali cums quick—first one sharp cry, then another, thighs shaking. She spins, shoves those tits together, and lets him slide between them, fucking the warm, slick valley until she decides he’s earned more. Back inside her, he pounds until she’s gasping again, cunt fluttering around every inch. When he’s close she pulls off, wraps her fist tight, and jerks him straight into her palm. Thick ropes splatter her fingers. She looks at the mess, then at him, and smiles like she just won another round.
