MN/P1Male/After/A1/UseHand/LetKnow
From Create Your Own Story
You nod in agreement, trying to keep yourself from cumming too fast. You start breathing a bit louder and it urges your sister to go faster.
“Ugh... thanks sis... I really needed this...” You moan to her.
“Heh, you're such a loser.” Your sister insults you. You ignore her and begin to lightly thrust into her downward strokes. She increases her grip pressure and it nearly makes you cum.
“I'm cumming, I'm cumming!” You gasp.
Abby stops stroking you and pushes your penis up against your stomach. You let out a groan as you cum into your shirt and onto your pants. Abby starts laughing at you. It isn't until you come down from your euphoric high that the shame sets in.
“Seriously, getting off to your sister... what kind of freak are you?” Abby chuckles.
You don't say anything, just hoping that she'll leave you alone to your shame. She lifts her goo covered hand up at you though, and you stare at it as your cum drips down her fingers onto your lap.
“Lick it.” Abby orders, her face serious with intent now.
“Wha-?” You start.
“Lick it, or I'll fucking scream.” She orders again. Seeing no option you open your mouth lightly, but nearly gag when she shoves four fingers into your mouth. She start laughing again and works her fingers down her throat, tweaking your uvula to make you gag. Your own jism flows down your throat with your spit and tastes salty. She finally lets go of you and you gag and cough freely.
“Now suck each finger clean.” She orders again. Humiliated and not wanting any more kinds of punishment, you do so, starting with her thumb. She forcefully pop is from your mouth and does so with each consecutive finger until you finish all five.
“Now that's finger licking good.” She smiles to herself as she pats your cheek with her wet hand.
She gets up and walks away. Your face burns once she leaves the room and you become filled with anger. “That bitch... who the fuck does she think she is? All high and mighty? One day... that sow will learn her place....”
You slowly head up the stairs and clean up, wiping what you can and switching into a fresh pair of blue jeans, shirt and jacket. You head back to the living room and clean up there too. Once you're satisfied, you sit on a recliner cursing Abby under your breath. You hear her walk back into the room and remember that she's going to the mall today. You figure you could tag along or just stay home now. You're sure that tagging along would lead to more shame and embarrassment, but it might be your only chance of getting back at her.... but then again, maybe that's enough of her for the day... Do you:
