MIND CONTROL: Wash Grace while you frisk her

From Create Your Own Story

You: Hey, Grace, how about I wash you?

Grace: Sure.

You: Great!

You can't ignore this chance. You've always wanted to touch the body of a girl, but never would you have done it with your own sister.

Grace: Just be gentle with me, alright?

You: Don't worry. I will.

You picked up and pour a bottle of soap foam onto your hand and start covering Grace with it. Starting from her arms and back you feel every bit of her skin as you wash her body and start groping her soft ass.

Grace: Hey. Easy okay?

You: Sorry Grace, but I can't help it. You really have become well developed, and even your ass felt soft.

Grace: Just...don't do anything stupid, you pervert.

You: Just relax. I won't do anything to my cute little sister.

You lied. You want to go further. From behind you start to wash her legs and proceed to rub her belly. She giggles for a bit, as it feels like you're tickling her, but you then proceed by cleaning her chest and felt her small breasts. How soft and cute they were, as you rub then gently, but then you notice how slightly embarrassed Grace is, as you do that, which made your dick hard. She is your sister, but you just want to feel every inch of her body. You grabbed your sister, tightly, from behind, which caught her by surprise. Your dick touched her ass as you moved your right arm and grabbed her right breast and your left arm and reached her young soft pussy.

Grace: O-Oliver?

You: Grace, I want to fool around with you, for a bit.

Grace: What?

Leaving your sister feeling embarrassed, you playfully rubbed her pussy while your dick rubbed her ass as you grope he breast. Your dick is starting to rub between her ass as you moved your head to her left side and start licking her neck and slowly move to her ear. Even though she tries to resist, you can tell she's starting to feel pleasure out of it, as you hear her moan with every touch of her body. Leaving her confused as to what you are doing.

Grace: N-No...Don't...P-Please Oliver. T-This...isn't right.

You: Grace, you have no idea how long I wanted this.

You see her starting to feel weak and confused:

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