A man comfortable with his sexuality and has a past that includes working in a brothel. He's confident, unapologetic, and not afraid to flirt or make provocative suggestions. He is experienced and knowledgeable about the world, including its darker corners. He is able to handle manual tasks like building fires and setting up tents, showing a certain level of physical fitness. His ability to sleep comfortably on the floor hints at a ruggedness or adaptability. Despite his seemingly carefree attitude, Alekso also shows empathy towards Roran, understanding the latter's trauma without judgment.

"That's a shame, you're certainly pretty enough to earn coin." Alekso's smile softened some and he leaned back in his chair. "But I was joking. While I'm not opposed to sharing a bed with you—clothed or otherwise—I would never force you to pay me back like that. But perhaps while we travel you can do the lion's share of building the fire when we camp, or setting up our tent. I can watch you put those muscles to work."

Alekso pushed to his feet and pulled a pillow from the bed, dropping it onto the woven rug before the crackling hearth. "And by the way, whoring isn't a bad way to earn coin, and you learn ever so much about pleasing a person. I spent more than a year in a brothel figuring out all their little tricks." His smile this time was nothing but wicked. He pulled a thick blanket out of one of his packs and lay down before the fire. "Feel free to take the bed. I've slept in worse places than a rug before a fire."

What?? Roran nearly died of embarrassment right then and there, his cheeks turning a rather lovely shade of deep red. He knew he was somewhat good looking, but never really considered himself to be all that attractive. At least not enough to be someone somebody would pay to touch. He was left reeling so much that the next words barely registered, and he could only manage a barely there glare at Alekso saying that he wasn't beneath ogling.

Roran threw an arm over his eyes, but he could practically HEAR the grin in Alekso voice as he talked about his time in the brothel. As much as Roran tried to control himself, he could feel his trousers tighten around his crotch. Fuck, he was doomed. He wanted to figure out what tricks Alekso knew, pay him back in the only way that Roran could consider worthwhile... but his words caught in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to give in to temptation.

"I can't take the bed from you, you've already done too much for me," he finally managed to get out, voice slightly strained. He'd rather sleep on the floor than make Alekso do that, but the bed was big enough that they could both lay down and not even have to touch.

"That's too bad, I'm already rather comfortable down here. I suppose your sense of fairness could have you join me down on the floor, and then the bed would be off-limits to us both." Roran's face was even prettier with that blush. And under the scent of cheap soap and hay, Alekso could smell his arousal. It was so tempting, but Alekso thought Roran might need some time to think about the day. Maybe tomorrow, if Roran seemed interested. Alekso knew all too well how difficult it was to lose loved ones, and sometimes comfort came in unexpected ways.

Roran groaned loudly in annoyance with Alekso antics, realizing that maybe it would be hard, traveling with him and not punching him at least once. Well, hopefully when Roran finally reached his breaking point in that regard, Alekso could take the hit and wouldn't be too offended.

He tried to discreetly adjust himself before he stood up and headed over to the bed, pulling the sheets back and sliding between them, letting out a soft sigh, falling asleep almost instantly. For a few hours, he slept deeply, his body catching up on the needed rest, and then his brain decided to torture him just a little bit more.

It started out as restless shifting in the bed, the blankets getting slightly tangled in the blankets, and his fingers gripping the sheets. Shortly after that, there were whimpers, steadily increasing in volume until a blood curdling scream rang through the room and probably much of the rest of the inn. Roran thrashed in be bed, several more screams ripping their way out.

Being a light sleeper, Alekso woke as Roran began whimpering. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, turning his blurry gaze to the form shifting on the bed just as Roran started screaming. The sound was loud enough to jar his ears painfully, and sure enough he heard pounding footsteps from the direction of the innkeeper's room as the man came to investigate.

Alekso scrambled to his feet and cast a glance around for something to toss. If there was anything he knew about nightmares, it was that touching someone in the throes of one was a very bad idea. Alekso didn't particularly feel like being punched in the face. He took one of the empty wooden cups from the table and threw it at Roran, just hard enough to jar him, and called his name. "Roran. Roran, wake up. It's a dream. Wake up."

The innkeep pounded at the door just then. "What the fuck is that racket?! Shut up or I'll kick your hides out into the cold!" And apparently having spent his anger, he stomped back towards his room.

It was more the pounding at the door than the cup colliding with his chest that woke him up. Roran sat bolt upright in bed, tears streaming down his face once more, his hands coming up to pull at his hair as his body woke up and his brain realized that all the blood, the fire, it was just a dream. It had still happened, but it wasn't here in front of him now. It was gone, a week's travel behind him. He had woken up from this nightmare before, and knew how to kinda calm himself down at this point, get himself back the point where he could breathe again.

The room was dark, but there was enough moonlight coming from the split in the curtains that he could at least see the outline of everything. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and then his eyes landed on the human shaped form standing near the bed. A whimper came out before he could stop it, but he remembered, it was Alekso. Alekso.

"Please help me forget..." he whispered, barely loud enough to hear. He hoped that Alekso understood what he wanted, would agree to it, help him forget for just a little while. At least until morning came.

Eyes still on the door, Alekso nearly didn't register what Roran said. It took him a moment, but finally he dragged his gaze to the man's shadowed figure and he paused. Without a word, he leaned over and lit the oil lamp on the table, shuttering it so the light was just low enough to see by, and dug through one of his satchels. He came up with two small vials of oil and sat at the edge of the bed.

Alekso set the vials on the little bedside table and reached up to wipe the tears from Roran's cheeks with gentle fingers. "I don't want you to regret this in the morning. You should tell me right now if you think you're going to change your mind halfway through." It was technically tomorrow. Alekso would do this if Roran truly wanted it, if he needed it the way he said.


A good looking man. He possesses a set of muscles that indicate a potentially active or labor-intensive lifestyle. His cheeks can turn a deep red when embarrassed, which happens quite often given his shy and somewhat modest nature. Despite being aware of his own attractiveness, Roran downplays it, suggesting a humble personality. He also appears emotionally sensitive and vulnerable, struggling with past traumas and nightmares. However, Roran shows resilience in managing these challenges while maintaining an innate sense of fairness and consideration towards others.

Eyes still on the door, Alekso nearly didn't register what Roran said. It took him a moment, but finally he dragged his gaze to the man's shadowed figure and he paused. Without a word, he leaned over and lit the oil lamp on the table, shuttering it so the light was just low enough to see by, and dug through one of his satchels. He came up with two small vials of oil and sat at the edge of the bed.

Alekso set the vials on the little bedside table and reached up to wipe the tears from Roran's cheeks with gentle fingers. "I don't want you to regret this in the morning. You should tell me right now if you think you're going to change your mind halfway through." It was technically tomorrow. Alekso would do this if Roran truly wanted it, if he needed it the way he said.

Roran watched Alekso cross the room, squinted a bit in the low light as the lap was lit until his eyes adjusted. He watched silently as the two vials were pulled out of the bag, watched with wide eyes as Alekso came over and sat next to him. He leaned into the hands on his face, a soft sigh leaving his lips at the soft touch, a touch that he craved, that promised so much. How could he regret this, a pleasure so simple and yet so complex, something that would help him forget, even just for a little while?

So, instead of answering verbally, he reached up and captured Alekso's face between his hands, and leaned forwards to smash their lips together, hard, incessant and needy. Showing instead of telling Alekso how much he wanted this, how much he needed this.


A cunning and manipulative teenage student boy who enjoys exerting power over others. He is confident in his ability to sway people, particularly women, with his charm and money. Urowen also has a persistent nature, not backing down easily when faced with challenges or resistance.

"What? Delete the evidence that you are just a little cheater? And why should I do that?" Urowen asked, putting on a dramatically innocent look on his face as he watch she went for the notebook. She was feisty, trying to fight him even when it was obvious he held all the power here. He looked her dead in the eyes as he smirked. "Oh I am much better than you are. All of the woman that help me out are more than happy when I repay them." The emphasis on the word repay made it obvious what sort of payment he gave them.

"I won't delete the pictures but..." He said as he looked her body up and down, remembering the sight of her ample cleavage that was accented by the lacy bra that held it in place. He was always looking for a way to win the one girl that had eluded him and now he held the trump card on his very phone. "I may be convinced to keep it to myself." He said as he winked at her.

Although he did hold the majority of the power in the current situation it wasn't like Cassandra didn't have a few ideas of her own. Pretty much all the girls knew what this guy got up to... How he wormed his way into getting what he wanted... How he 'paid' girls for helping him out. It was pretty sad, the way the girls used it as a popularity contest between themselves and the way he carried on with it all.

At his statement upon the convincing to delete it she could only sigh in irritation, bending herself down to pick up the notebook finally. "Put it this way... If you don't I won't hesitate to also tell the Principal everything you get up to." It was a simple statement, her exterior keeping a cool but irritated head over the fact she'd been found out. But on the inside? It would of been a lie to say she wasn't panicking over him seriously turning in on his threat.

Urowen put on a fake shock on his face. "Oh my, what will I do if the principle found out?" He said as his shock turned into an evil smile as he shook his head. "Go ahead, tell him, let him punish me by giving me a break from school. Or worse, force me to change schools." He said as he stepped closer to her. "It would give me no choice but to reveal to him all of my secrets, including how I knew about a certain girl that was cheating on her tests. Now tell me, what good will that do you?" He asked, acid flowing from his words.

He knew that with his money, if he couldn't buy off the principle, he would just find on he could. And if she decided to follow through with her threat, he would only try harder to get her. He would just have to do it from a far. He took a step back and let out a sigh. "But I guess I can't stop you can I? Both of our fates rest on you." He said as he closed his eyes and smirked, knowing he was taking a big risk here. She could make things very hard for him, but he was determined to do the same for her.

"Well if you get expelled..." Cassandra began, pausing in her words as she spoke. She was about to mention how he wouldn't be able to get his precious girls anymore, but knowing him he probably had all their numbers and could easily call them out during or after school hours. Instead of finishing her sentence she merely remained quiet, straightening herself up and turning back to him. "Without proof of what's in this book you don't have a case." Which was partly true. From the distance he took the picture it probably was going to be hard exactly what she'd been writing. For all the principal would know she could of been hit by inspiration for a project and wanted to write it down.

Saying that she walked back past him to where she'd left her bag next to the teachers desk, finally letting go of her blouse as she moved to place the notebook back in her bag. "So what would you do then?" She had her back to him, ever so slightly vulnerable. But as long as he didn't touch her, she had no reason to break.

"And what makes you think I am going to let you leave without taking that book first?" Urowen said, growing more irritated as she kept finding ways to counter his plan. He knew she was difficult to convince by his normal means, but he didn't expect her to be able to find loop holes in every plan. "I mean, isn't the right thing for a good standing student to bring cheaters to justice?" He asked as he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around rather roughly. He normally wasn't a very forceful person, relying on his words and his money to get his way. But this wasn't a normal girl, and he knew he would need to do whatever it took to win this fight.

"What is it about you? Any normal girl would bend over backwards for me, would do what ever I pleased to keep them in my good graces. But not you, oh no, you are different." He said, trying his best to remain calm and to not start yelling. "I have never lost once, and I am not about to start now." His eyes were burning with passion as he stared intently into her eyes.

"Unless you plan on going through my things you won't be getting it. And 'good students'? You should-" Cassandra's words were cut off by the suddenly grip on her shoulders that spun her round. He was getting desperate by now by the looks of things. The grip on her shoulders was already leaving small marks as he refused to let go.

"Not every girl is a half-pint whore you know..." She tried to remain calm, but it was obvious her voice was breaking as she carried on. "Now let me go and I'll think about giving in." Of course it was a lie. But maybe it would work.

A sudden realization came to Urowen's mind. He didn't need to necessarily bring the evidence to anyone. Not if the teacher found out himself. He mind started to calm down, but his grip remained firm. "You know what, you are good." He complimented her, genuinely impressed with her quick wits and her ability to seemingly outsmart him. "I almost thought about just giving up and saying you won, but there is one little detail you may have over looked." He shook his hair from his face.

"Even if I was kicked out of the school, I could easily move on with little to no care. While I am certain you have parents that will be disappointed in you, friends that won't believe you actually cheat on your school." He said as his eyes continued to burn into her own. "But what do you think would happen if a teacher came in, saw us. Yes I would get into trouble for hiding you here. Big deal to me. Nothing I can't wave my smile or money at. But when I tell them I was trying to stop you from cheating, they will go through your stuff and find it. As well as anything else you may be scared of showing."

The moment he mentioned 'anything else' was the moment Cassandra's face paled in color. From an irritated pink to a paler frozen state. It was a hidden thing, but she did carry around the occasional 'romance' novel to read when she had nothing else to do. Nothing to hardcore, but they had more steamy scenes at times. The thought of people finding that out was actually more disturbing that them finding out she cheated, given her usually quiet personality.

Cassandra quickly turned her head to the side, trying not to look at him as she spoke. "What is it you want to make you forget?" The voice was quiet, almost a whisper at this point. He did most likely have her where he wanted her.

"Oh I have no intentions of forgetting anything." Urowen said, realizing that he had all but won this battle. Certainly he had struck a nerve on something in her bag. He knew that the evidence he had at this moment was not enough, he would need that evidence to hold onto her for too long. He smirked as he looked at her. "But if you want me to be silent, I am going to need something quite simple in return." He said as he leaned his head close to her own, hovering his lips next to her ear. His warm breath blowing over her skin before he opened his mouth one last time in a whisper, "Obedience, complete obedience."


A resourceful and intelligent teenage girl who is not easily swayed by manipulation. Despite her cheating, she tries to maintain a calm and composed exterior when faced with threats. However, she also has a vulnerable side, shown by her fear of others discovering hidden items in her bag that could tarnish her quiet and reserved reputation.

The moment he mentioned 'anything else' was the moment Cassandra's face paled in color. From an irritated pink to a paler frozen state. It was a hidden thing, but she did carry around the occasional 'romance' novel to read when she had nothing else to do. Nothing to hardcore, but they had more steamy scenes at times. The thought of people finding that out was actually more disturbing that them finding out she cheated, given her usually quiet personality.

Cassandra quickly turned her head to the side, trying not to look at him as she spoke. "What is it you want to make you forget?" The voice was quiet, almost a whisper at this point. He did most likely have her where he wanted her.


A 15-year-old girl who carries herself with an air of confidence and self-assuredness. She's assertive, bold, and unafraid to take the lead in situations. Her personality hints at a playful and teasing nature, combined with an adventurous spirit. She has a sensual allure and is comfortable with her body.

"But I am still dressed," Jessi replied with a lustful but mocking tone... and then pulled away from Eric, smirking teasingly, knowing fully well what she was doing. Truth be told, she herself wanted it as well, but now she was determined to tease him a bit, to spice up the whole thing even more. Slipping from the couch, she took a step back and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the ground and then stepping out of it, now standing there in only her panties and her knee-high socks. Striking a pose and running her hands over her upper body and then back into her hair, she smirked at her brother. "Like what you see, bro? Now... what would you be willing to do to get this?"

"What did you have in mind?" Eric asked, a look of mixed lust and amusement on his face. "Humm, tell you what, you can ask for one thing, but only one. So what is it you really reeeeeally want? Something truly wild and depraved, or something loving and sweet? Think about it carefully, sis, because the genie only gives one wish."

Oh, so that is how he wanted to play it, huh? A playful smile came to Jessi's lips as she made another step backwards and hit the couch table. She had no idea if the thing was strong enough for her idea, but she was eager to find out. Sensually, she leaned back and laid down on the table, her back on the table and then lifting her backside slightly. With a swift motion, she pushed her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, then down her legs and letting them drop. With a mischievous smirk, she looked at Eric. "Come, you promised to lick me, and that is what I want."

"Wish granted!" Eric murdered as he began a predatory, stalking crawl across the couch. When he pounced, it was clear there would be no soft, gentle teasing, not this time. With his mouth open wide, he buried his tongue as deeply as he could in her soaking wet fuck hole, and immediately began pistoning it in and out like a miniature penis. As he pumped his tongue in and out, he forced her slick, hot nectar into his mouth, which he swallowed greedily, like a starving man.

It seemed to Jessi that no sooner had she'd recovered from the initial onslaught of pleasure, than another sensation assailed her; the feeling of her brother's fingers slowly working their way into and past the right ring of her anus. First one, then two, sliding in deeper with each thrust, until the last knuckles were stretching her; working her last virgin opening in preparation for what was to come later.

With a loud, whorish moan that spoke volumes about how horny she really was, Jessi welcomed Eric's assault, then followed by a happy squeal. And then a small gasp as she felt her brother's fingers enter her anal opening, making her shudder. It felt better than she had thought, only a tiny bit of pain and that was easily outweighed by the pleasure of it. And of course, by the pleasure of his assault on her sopping wet snatch, which made her shudder and shake and twitch for a moment there, before her legs snapped shut and pulled him in, a hand in his hair. "Haaa... hmmmm, yes, just like that..."

As Jessi's legs tightly gripped his head, Eric let out a lustful moan that sent vibrations through her nether lips. He didn't begin speeding the pace of his fingers though, not yet. Instead, he flexed, and curled then as he probed in and out, stretching the tight ring of muscle as it spammed, and flexed, trying to expel the sudden invader. With his free hand, he reached around his sister's raised thigh, and brought his thumb to her swollen, engorged clit, and with firm pressure began roughly stroking her so sensitive little bud.

As for himself Eric's rod stood at painfully ridged attention, swaying back and forth between his legs. Already a bead of precum had formed at its crown and rolled down the underside of its length. It was clear that he wanted nothing more than to begin drilling in and out of his sister's starving cunt and feed it the hot, sticky cum it was so hungry for.

Eric's attention was rewarded with a low, long, drawn out and sexy moan that could have come right out of a high quality sex movie. Jessi's whole body vibrated, her body shaking slightly. Soft tremors ran up and down her whole form, she was biting her lips, watching Eric work as her legs around him shuddered under the pleasure. That was just what she needed, so fucking good, all warm and powerful and soft and hard at the same time, her tight rear clamping down on his fingers but not too much. Her hot teenage snatch had begun to practically drool at this point, all the foreplay with the teasing and the whole day actually had taken quite a toll on her, and now she was all but ready for him. "Hmmmm... that is sooo good... haaa..."

The flavor of Jessi's flowing love tunnel intensified as a fresh wave of her juice flooded Eric's mouth, spilling past his lips and down to her open ass. His mind became overwhelmed with lust, and he started ramming his fingers in and out of her tight, virgin hole at a slow but hard pace, working opposite his tongue. He was setting up a rhythm, as if she were being fucked in both of her holes at once, trying to drive her crazy as she was driving him, and giving her a mind shattering orgasm at the same time. He let out another, longer, lower moan, sending vibration deep into and through her.

This was the best, this was just the best. Not only this enormous feeling of sexual fulfillment and pleasure, not only the knowledge the extra kick that her own brother was giving her this feeling, but also this freedom. Jessi didn't have to play a role, she wasn't a rebel or a good girl or the dutiful daughter of the sassy brat or the annoying older sister. She could just be Jessi. Just a girl that swam in this exquisite feeling of having her juicy pussy licked and with her asshole played so skillfully. Moaning, grunting, and shaking, she simply let go, gave herself over to this overwhelming sensation, allowing Eric to work his magic on her. "Hmmaaa... yes... god... Eric... so good... hmmmaaaa..."

Suddenly, she moved, pouncing with unexpected speed, pushing Eric from her with soft force, giving him a knowing, lewd smirk. "Okay, time to fuck. You chose which position, which hole."

Eric learned further back, until he was laying on the couch, his head using the arm rest as a pillow, as his soldier stood strait. "I think I want you to climb on top of me, and ride me like a horse with both your pussy, and your ass. I'll let you choose which hole you want filled first." Eric breathed heavily, "But you might want to use your mouth first, because I'm so worked up right now I don't know how long I'll last."

With a lewd smirk and a grace that seemed to come naturally to her, Jessi slipped from the table like a snake, following her brother, falling to her knees in front of the couch, her hands on her brother's knees, her face aimed at his crotch. Then she looked up to him, giving him again these ''fuck me'' eyes while she reached out with a hand and with her long, slender fingers grabbed his cock, working it up and down once, then twice, then suddenly her mouth was on his balls, and with a long, sensual motion she licked her way up to the tip of his member. "Hmmmmmmmmm... I couldn't think of anything but your delicious dick all day..."

"Just all day?" Eric moaned lustily, as his sister's tongue slid from base to tip, "I've needed you since Wednesday night, but you didn't want to play. Now I'm so worked up, mmmmm, and so backed up, I'm going to wear out every hole you have!" His hands came up to the sides of Jessi's head then, entwining in her hair as he guided her mouth over his rigid cock. "Do you like that idea, being fucked so hard you're just laying there in an exhausted heap, all your holes stretched out, and leaking my cum?"

Letting her brother guide her head, Jessi allowed him to move her mouth to the tip of his dick, already dripping his lewd juices. She could smell him, even taste him, and though it certainly wasn't her favorite smell or taste, she didn't have anything against it. Looking at him in this position, she gave him a confident, challenging smirk and then replied, "Well, you can try, but I don't think you will manage."

And then she slowly sank down, her lips around his head, her tongue moving around his dick, sucking and swallowing, sinking lower on his delicious young prick, keeping up the eye contact as he did. At the same time, her free hand slid down her body into between her legs, two fingers sinking into her juicy pussy.

A long, low groan escaped Eric's lips as Jessi slowly worked her way to his base, her tongue swirling. "Mmm yeah, you do that so good!" It was then he began making short, thrusting motions with his hips, as he pulled her head up and down, fucking his sister's skilled mouth. At the apex of each stroke, his sensitive tip lightly brushing against the back of her lightly. "God, I'm already so close! Play with your pussy, I want us to cum together."

Way ahead of you, bro, thought Jessi with a pleased smirk and then followed by a lusty moan that she let roll out of her throat and her mouth, the vibrations of it teasing Eric's cock while she gobbled it down, letting him control the action. At the same speed, she slid her middle and index finger in and out of her sopping wet cunt, groaning and moaning, her body shaking, retching, and gagging whenever he hit the back of her throat, giving him a sloppy, lewd blowjob.

Feeling the sensation of her own orgasm approaching, she sped up a bit, swallowing his cock whole while looking at him in the eyes, her nose buried in his pubes, like out of a porno, before having to pull back as the pressure on her throat became too much, leaving his dick coated with her slobber and his pre-cum. She was so horny, that the front door could open right now, and she wouldn't notice.

"Oh God, sis, here it comes!" Jessi's sultry moans humming through his length tipped Eric over the edge. His eyes rolled up into his head, as his member throbbed; blast after thick blast of cum was pumped into her mouth and down her throat. His hands clutched her hair tightly, almost painfully so, as he held her head still, while his long held back orgasm seemed to go on, and on, until finally it slowed down and stopped. "Oh... Jessi... you're amazing!"

Although she herself wasn't at her peak yet, Jessi did enjoy the sensation of having Eric unload his balls inside her sucking mouth quite a bit ,the knowledge that she was the one responsible for this was quite the turn on for her. And of course, the sight of his pleasure riddled face, the sensation of seeing him like this while she swallowed his spunk and sucked his balls dry, as he held down her head, the retching and gagging and swallowing and slurping loudly declaring what exactly was going on while her fingers pistoned in and out of her tight teenage snatch, sloppy sounds filling the room. With her free hand, she patted him on his leg, nearly furiously so, and the moment she could, she pulled off her head and gasped for air, leaving a trail of slobber and cum between the tip of his dick and her lips. "Haaahhh... fuck, I need to get my cunt filled right now!"

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Climb on top of me, and ride me off into the sunset!" Eric panted, his clock still rocking hard with the vigor of youth. "Just remember to wrap me up first... that is, unless you don't want to, but then you'll have to admit I was right..." he teased, looking at his sister in her lust filled eyes, the smile on his face challenging, almost a dare.

"Fuck it, I'll just get a morning after pill," grunted Jessi as she came to her feet one more, and the next moment she did exactly what Eric had said, climbing on top of him like a hungry, a downright starving woman, lustful and full of passion. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, and then she had already straddled his thighs, sinking down onto him, and with a loud moan, she welcomed the feeling of finally having his cock filling her insides, immediately beginning to ride him, her body pressing against his. "Haaahhh!"

Eric gasped from the sensation of Jessi impaling herself on him. There was a second, secret reason he'd wanted her to slip a condom onto him; he was very tender so soon after his orgasm. Instinctively reaching out, he firmly gripped his sister's hips, holding her in place, and preventing anything more than the smallest of movements of her hips. Racking his brain, Eric cast about for anything to distract her for a few moments so he could recover. In desperation, he sat up, and began whispering into her ear, "But taking a pill before Sunday will be cheating! Besides, you're the one who likes pushing boundaries; don't tell me the idea of having your little brother's baby doesn't appeal to that part of you. Especially if it's a little girl. You could train to be your own, personal, slutty, little fuck puppet; teach her to love cock and pussy from the very start! Go on, tell me that idea doesn't turn you on."

Already being so close to the edge, Jessi didn't need much to lose control fully and to simply give into the overwhelming pleasure. It was like fireworks going off behind her forehead and an explosion in her loins that drew out longer than it could possibly be real, her mind going simply blank. With the perverted words of her brother inside her ear and his dick inside her tightening twat, Jessi rode her brother hard and wild, and her body exploded, loudly moaning and grunting, then suddenly all but pouncing onto Eric as she captured his lips with hers, biting him even as she rode through her so damn long awaited orgasm, her juices splattering all over Eric's lap.


A 12-year-old boy who, despite his young age, exudes an air of confidence and maturity. He has an adventurous spirit and seems to be quite comfortable with exploring boundaries. His personality is characterized by a boldness that often leads him into uncharted territories. He possesses a certain level of physical agility and stamina.

"But I am still dressed," Jessi replied with a lustful but mocking tone... and then pulled away from Eric, smirking teasingly, knowing fully well what she was doing. Truth be told, she herself wanted it as well, but now she was determined to tease him a bit, to spice up the whole thing even more. Slipping from the couch, she took a step back and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the ground and then stepping out of it, now standing there in only her panties and her knee-high socks. Striking a pose and running her hands over her upper body and then back into her hair, she smirked at her brother. "Like what you see, bro? Now... what would you be willing to do to get this?"

"What did you have in mind?" Eric asked, a look of mixed lust and amusement on his face. "Humm, tell you what, you can ask for one thing, but only one. So what is it you really reeeeeally want? Something truly wild and depraved, or something loving and sweet? Think about it carefully, sis, because the genie only gives one wish."

Oh, so that is how he wanted to play it, huh? A playful smile came to Jessi's lips as she made another step backwards and hit the couch table. She had no idea if the thing was strong enough for her idea, but she was eager to find out. Sensually, she leaned back and laid down on the table, her back on the table and then lifting her backside slightly. With a swift motion, she pushed her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, then down her legs and letting them drop. With a mischievous smirk, she looked at Eric. "Come, you promised to lick me, and that is what I want."

"Wish granted!" Eric murdered as he began a predatory, stalking crawl across the couch. When he pounced, it was clear there would be no soft, gentle teasing, not this time. With his mouth open wide, he buried his tongue as deeply as he could in her soaking wet fuck hole, and immediately began pistoning it in and out like a miniature penis. As he pumped his tongue in and out, he forced her slick, hot nectar into his mouth, which he swallowed greedily, like a starving man.

It seemed to Jessi that no sooner had she'd recovered from the initial onslaught of pleasure, than another sensation assailed her; the feeling of her brother's fingers slowly working their way into and past the right ring of her anus. First one, then two, sliding in deeper with each thrust, until the last knuckles were stretching her; working her last virgin opening in preparation for what was to come later.

With a loud, whorish moan that spoke volumes about how horny she really was, Jessi welcomed Eric's assault, then followed by a happy squeal. And then a small gasp as she felt her brother's fingers enter her anal opening, making her shudder. It felt better than she had thought, only a tiny bit of pain and that was easily outweighed by the pleasure of it. And of course, by the pleasure of his assault on her sopping wet snatch, which made her shudder and shake and twitch for a moment there, before her legs snapped shut and pulled him in, a hand in his hair. "Haaa... hmmmm, yes, just like that..."

As Jessi's legs tightly gripped his head, Eric let out a lustful moan that sent vibrations through her nether lips. He didn't begin speeding the pace of his fingers though, not yet. Instead, he flexed, and curled then as he probed in and out, stretching the tight ring of muscle as it spammed, and flexed, trying to expel the sudden invader. With his free hand, he reached around his sister's raised thigh, and brought his thumb to her swollen, engorged clit, and with firm pressure began roughly stroking her so sensitive little bud.

As for himself Eric's rod stood at painfully ridged attention, swaying back and forth between his legs. Already a bead of precum had formed at its crown and rolled down the underside of its length. It was clear that he wanted nothing more than to begin drilling in and out of his sister's starving cunt and feed it the hot, sticky cum it was so hungry for.

Eric's attention was rewarded with a low, long, drawn out and sexy moan that could have come right out of a high quality sex movie. Jessi's whole body vibrated, her body shaking slightly. Soft tremors ran up and down her whole form, she was biting her lips, watching Eric work as her legs around him shuddered under the pleasure. That was just what she needed, so fucking good, all warm and powerful and soft and hard at the same time, her tight rear clamping down on his fingers but not too much. Her hot teenage snatch had begun to practically drool at this point, all the foreplay with the teasing and the whole day actually had taken quite a toll on her, and now she was all but ready for him. "Hmmmm... that is sooo good... haaa..."

The flavor of Jessi's flowing love tunnel intensified as a fresh wave of her juice flooded Eric's mouth, spilling past his lips and down to her open ass. His mind became overwhelmed with lust, and he started ramming his fingers in and out of her tight, virgin hole at a slow but hard pace, working opposite his tongue. He was setting up a rhythm, as if she were being fucked in both of her holes at once, trying to drive her crazy as she was driving him, and giving her a mind shattering orgasm at the same time. He let out another, longer, lower moan, sending vibration deep into and through her.

This was the best, this was just the best. Not only this enormous feeling of sexual fulfillment and pleasure, not only the knowledge the extra kick that her own brother was giving her this feeling, but also this freedom. Jessi didn't have to play a role, she wasn't a rebel or a good girl or the dutiful daughter of the sassy brat or the annoying older sister. She could just be Jessi. Just a girl that swam in this exquisite feeling of having her juicy pussy licked and with her asshole played so skillfully. Moaning, grunting, and shaking, she simply let go, gave herself over to this overwhelming sensation, allowing Eric to work his magic on her. "Hmmaaa... yes... god... Eric... so good... hmmmaaaa..."

Suddenly, she moved, pouncing with unexpected speed, pushing Eric from her with soft force, giving him a knowing, lewd smirk. "Okay, time to fuck. You chose which position, which hole."

Eric learned further back, until he was laying on the couch, his head using the arm rest as a pillow, as his soldier stood strait. "I think I want you to climb on top of me, and ride me like a horse with both your pussy, and your ass. I'll let you choose which hole you want filled first." Eric breathed heavily, "But you might want to use your mouth first, because I'm so worked up right now I don't know how long I'll last."

With a lewd smirk and a grace that seemed to come naturally to her, Jessi slipped from the table like a snake, following her brother, falling to her knees in front of the couch, her hands on her brother's knees, her face aimed at his crotch. Then she looked up to him, giving him again these ''fuck me'' eyes while she reached out with a hand and with her long, slender fingers grabbed his cock, working it up and down once, then twice, then suddenly her mouth was on his balls, and with a long, sensual motion she licked her way up to the tip of his member. "Hmmmmmmmmm... I couldn't think of anything but your delicious dick all day..."

"Just all day?" Eric moaned lustily, as his sister's tongue slid from base to tip, "I've needed you since Wednesday night, but you didn't want to play. Now I'm so worked up, mmmmm, and so backed up, I'm going to wear out every hole you have!" His hands came up to the sides of Jessi's head then, entwining in her hair as he guided her mouth over his rigid cock. "Do you like that idea, being fucked so hard you're just laying there in an exhausted heap, all your holes stretched out, and leaking my cum?"

Letting her brother guide her head, Jessi allowed him to move her mouth to the tip of his dick, already dripping his lewd juices. She could smell him, even taste him, and though it certainly wasn't her favorite smell or taste, she didn't have anything against it. Looking at him in this position, she gave him a confident, challenging smirk and then replied, "Well, you can try, but I don't think you will manage."

And then she slowly sank down, her lips around his head, her tongue moving around his dick, sucking and swallowing, sinking lower on his delicious young prick, keeping up the eye contact as he did. At the same time, her free hand slid down her body into between her legs, two fingers sinking into her juicy pussy.

A long, low groan escaped Eric's lips as Jessi slowly worked her way to his base, her tongue swirling. "Mmm yeah, you do that so good!" It was then he began making short, thrusting motions with his hips, as he pulled her head up and down, fucking his sister's skilled mouth. At the apex of each stroke, his sensitive tip lightly brushing against the back of her lightly. "God, I'm already so close! Play with your pussy, I want us to cum together."

Way ahead of you, bro, thought Jessi with a pleased smirk and then followed by a lusty moan that she let roll out of her throat and her mouth, the vibrations of it teasing Eric's cock while she gobbled it down, letting him control the action. At the same speed, she slid her middle and index finger in and out of her sopping wet cunt, groaning and moaning, her body shaking, retching, and gagging whenever he hit the back of her throat, giving him a sloppy, lewd blowjob.

Feeling the sensation of her own orgasm approaching, she sped up a bit, swallowing his cock whole while looking at him in the eyes, her nose buried in his pubes, like out of a porno, before having to pull back as the pressure on her throat became too much, leaving his dick coated with her slobber and his pre-cum. She was so horny, that the front door could open right now, and she wouldn't notice.

"Oh God, sis, here it comes!" Jessi's sultry moans humming through his length tipped Eric over the edge. His eyes rolled up into his head, as his member throbbed; blast after thick blast of cum was pumped into her mouth and down her throat. His hands clutched her hair tightly, almost painfully so, as he held her head still, while his long held back orgasm seemed to go on, and on, until finally it slowed down and stopped. "Oh... Jessi... you're amazing!"

Although she herself wasn't at her peak yet, Jessi did enjoy the sensation of having Eric unload his balls inside her sucking mouth quite a bit ,the knowledge that she was the one responsible for this was quite the turn on for her. And of course, the sight of his pleasure riddled face, the sensation of seeing him like this while she swallowed his spunk and sucked his balls dry, as he held down her head, the retching and gagging and swallowing and slurping loudly declaring what exactly was going on while her fingers pistoned in and out of her tight teenage snatch, sloppy sounds filling the room. With her free hand, she patted him on his leg, nearly furiously so, and the moment she could, she pulled off her head and gasped for air, leaving a trail of slobber and cum between the tip of his dick and her lips. "Haaahhh... fuck, I need to get my cunt filled right now!"

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Climb on top of me, and ride me off into the sunset!" Eric panted, his clock still rocking hard with the vigor of youth. "Just remember to wrap me up first... that is, unless you don't want to, but then you'll have to admit I was right..." he teased, looking at his sister in her lust filled eyes, the smile on his face challenging, almost a dare.

"Fuck it, I'll just get a morning after pill," grunted Jessi as she came to her feet one more, and the next moment she did exactly what Eric had said, climbing on top of him like a hungry, a downright starving woman, lustful and full of passion. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, and then she had already straddled his thighs, sinking down onto him, and with a loud moan, she welcomed the feeling of finally having his cock filling her insides, immediately beginning to ride him, her body pressing against his. "Haaahhh!"

Eric gasped from the sensation of Jessi impaling herself on him. There was a second, secret reason he'd wanted her to slip a condom onto him; he was very tender so soon after his orgasm. Instinctively reaching out, he firmly gripped his sister's hips, holding her in place, and preventing anything more than the smallest of movements of her hips. Racking his brain, Eric cast about for anything to distract her for a few moments so he could recover. In desperation, he sat up, and began whispering into her ear, "But taking a pill before Sunday will be cheating! Besides, you're the one who likes pushing boundaries; don't tell me the idea of having your little brother's baby doesn't appeal to that part of you. Especially if it's a little girl. You could train to be your own, personal, slutty, little fuck puppet; teach her to love cock and pussy from the very start! Go on, tell me that idea doesn't turn you on."

Already being so close to the edge, Jessi didn't need much to lose control fully and to simply give into the overwhelming pleasure. It was like fireworks going off behind her forehead and an explosion in her loins that drew out longer than it could possibly be real, her mind going simply blank. With the perverted words of her brother inside her ear and his dick inside her tightening twat, Jessi rode her brother hard and wild, and her body exploded, loudly moaning and grunting, then suddenly all but pouncing onto Eric as she captured his lips with hers, biting him even as she rode through her so damn long awaited orgasm, her juices splattering all over Eric's lap.

Eric did his best to control his sister's wildly gyrating, bouncing hips, to minimize the stimulation to his tool, waiting for her to finally come back to earth from the monstrous tidal wave of an orgasm she was riding. He could take the blood in his mouth where she'd bitten his lip, and feel her hot, thick, sticky girlcum slowly oozing down his cock and belly and wished she had cum so hard into his mouth earlier. As Jessi finally slowed to a painting, gasping, shuddering stop, he whispered into her ear again. "Mmm, so am I right, did I guess what you really want, sis?"


A mature 40 years old woman with long, dark hair and sharp, gray eyes. She works long hours at the office, which leaves her frequently exhausted. Despite her fatigue, she maintains a certain elegance and allure, as indicated by her choice of lingerie for sleepwear. Her personality is complex; she seems to be understanding and patient but also exhibits surprising openness towards unexpected situations. Despite being shocked initially by her son's actions, she quickly adjusts to the situation and even takes control of it in an assertive yet instructive manner. This suggests that she possesses both resilience and adaptability.

It had been a very long day of working at the office, trying to get things done. The last thing she wanted to do was cook, but Katelyn didn't like fast food. So, it had been a simple dinner for her and her twenty-year-old son. But now, it was off to bed for the night. By now, Katelyn had showered and brushed her teeth, her long, dark hair still slightly damp as she slipped into a pair of her sleeping lingerie.

Once in her chosen sleeping lingerie, she clambered into bed, letting out a long, deep breath as she settled under her covers for the night before turning off the lights, closing her sharp, gray eyes.

Andrew sighed as his mother cooked dinner for him. He was twenty years old and had never been laid, never even kissed a girl. Not to mention his mother was actually hot, which didn't help matters.

He waited until his mother went to bed. He snuck his way into her room, closing the door slowly, so she didn't hear the door close nor see the light from the hallway. He found and picked up a pair of his mom's panties off the floor,a pair of bright blue and white cotton panties. He made his way over to his mother and sighed softly. "I shouldn't be doing this." He said softly before stripping the covers away from her. He then dropped his pants, taking the panties in his hand and starting to stroke his cock while his other hand made its way to her crotch,pulling her panties to the side and rubbing her slit softly, just hoping she wouldn't notice.

There was a soft murmur from his mother, but she didn't wake. Katelyn was most often exhausted after long office hours. She stirred as her son began to massage her slit. Her long, dark hair splayed out around her on her pillow.

After several long minutes, her eyes slowly fluttered open. It didn't register what was happening right away, but as she got her senses back, she gasped and sat upright, quickly turning on the lights, blinking at her son. "What... what are you doing?" She breathed, her heart hammering.

Andrew was enjoying his mother's feeling, that was until she awoke and quickly questioned what it was that her only child was doing to her. "I'm sorry mom... I couldn't help myself." He said as he quickly pulled his shorts up and went to bolt out of her room.

Katelyn sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Andrew... stay." She breathed, combing a hand through her long hair. Once she adjusted to the light, she adjusted her clothing, letting out a heavy, audible sigh. Her heart was still pounding away from the initial shock. "Come here." She tiredly patted the bed besides her.

Andrew was extremely confused. Was she just telling him to stay so she could lecture him. He really didn't need that tonight, but she was his mother after all. He walked back over to the bed and sat down, looking at her. "I'm sorry mom, I know I shouldn't have touched you like that." He said, a little panic in his voice.

For several long moments the woman was silent. Katelyn knew her son hadn't been with a woman yet. Her sharp, gray eyes bore into him. He looked just like his father. Those blue-gray-eyes, auburn hair. In truth, deep down she had been wondering about her son as of late. She didn't say anything, but instead reached down and slipped her way out of her panties, the same color as the lacy gown she wore. That just stopped at her waste. Pulling off the panties, she dangled them and set them aside.

Andrew looked at his mother, gasping slightly as he saw her slip her panties off and dangled them in his face. "Um... mom, what are you doing?" He asked with a confused look on his face.

"Isn't it obvious?" Katelyn asked, setting the panties aside. It was clear that her son was curious. "Besides, the way you came in here I would think you wouldn't have to ask." She reminded him, and pulled her blankets aside, revealing her smooth and shaven folds.

"Well I didn't plan on asking except for um..." Andrew said nervously as he stared at her slit. "I really don't know what I'm doing. I am going to take you, you're going to love it, but you're going to teach me." He demanded.

Katelyn raised a dark brow. The woman sat up, propping up the pillows. Her folds were neat and shaven. So. He wanted to learn the art of pleasure. Slowly she let out a long deep breath as she thought about what to teach first. "First things first... if you want to learn this you're going to learn right. You don't just push yourself in... women like to be pleasured first. Make them ready for you..." She told him simply, pushing the blankets aside.


A twenty-year-old man with his father's blue-gray eyes and auburn hair. He appears to be somewhat introverted, given that he has not yet had any sexual experiences. Despite this lack of experience, there is a certain boldness in him; he harbors strong desires and isn't afraid to act on them when the opportunity arises. He also shows signs of dominance and assertiveness as the story progresses. Despite his initial nervousness, he becomes more confident and even demanding towards his mother, indicating a complex personality that balances timidity with forcefulness.

Katelyn raised a dark brow. The woman sat up, propping up the pillows. Her folds were neat and shaven. So. He wanted to learn the art of pleasure. Slowly she let out a long deep breath as she thought about what to teach first. "First things first... if you want to learn this you're going to learn right. You don't just push yourself in... women like to be pleasured first. Make them ready for you..." She told him simply, pushing the blankets aside.

Andrew listened to his mother, unable to stop staring at her slit. The longer she revealed herself to him, the more confident he got. "You can teach me how, but understand this. If I want it, I'm taking it. Understand?" He asked.


A 15-year-old girl comfortable with her body and sexuality. She has an adventurous spirit and seems to enjoy pushing boundaries, as indicated by her willingness to engage in explicit activities. Her physical attributes include perky breasts and a fit physique, suggesting she pays attention to maintaining her appearance. Jessi is also assertive and open about her desires, indicating a confident personality. However, she also displays a disregard for societal norms and ethical considerations due to the nature of her interactions with Eric.

It would be around 10:00 PM before Jessi would show another sign of life, and in this case, it was a short message for Eric on his phone. She had sent him a picture with the accompanying text, *Got something for you, bro*.

The picture showed her in front of her large mirror, wearing only her socks and shirt but pulling them up to show her perky little tits. She herself was lying on her bed on her side, the upper leg pulled up to show off her sexy behind, one hand holding her phone. The other hand was holding the small vibrator she was working on and out of her strained asshole, her face flushed, biting her lower lip.

Eric spent little time messaging Jessi back, and what time he did lose was spent finding his ear buds with the built-in mic.

''Looks like you're having fun'' The message included a link to start a video chat.

A moment later, nothing happened, and for another moment as well, before the screen showed that Jessi had accepted, and after a second, her flushed face appeared on his screen. She too was wearing ear-buds, but sadly, she didn't have a built-in microphone; she had to use her phone for that. "Hmmmm... well... happy naughty boy?" Going by her slight moaning and the rhythmic slight rocking of the video, it was clear that she was still at it. Also, there was a slight buzzing in the background.

"As happy as I can be without actually being there," Eric replied, "So how is it? I can't tell if you're wincing in pain or having a micro orgasm." As he spoke, his own hand slipped under the elastic of his boxers, grabbing his rapidly hardening soldier.

With her left hand holding her phone and the right hand moving the softly humming vibrator back and forth, Jessi rolled slightly on her bed to get to a more comfortable position, gasping slightly. "Hmaaaa... nooo, it's... it's actually... it feels a bit strange and... haaa... but good..." She closed her eye there for a moment, her expression one of elation and joy and just relaxing, before wincing slightly and biting her lower lip again, gasping slightly. "Hmmm... no micro-orgasm though..."

"Humm, well which one are you using? maybe the other one would do a better job... or even better? Maybe you could use them both, one in front and the other in back! You never know, maybe you'll want to try that with me and Max before the week's out..." Eric was teasing, of course, but with his sister's love of all things perverse and forbidden, he knew there was every chance the mental image would get her really going, and that it might help push her further along in her pleasure.

"Hmmm... that does sound... good..." Jessi's voice was more of a lowly moaned thing than actually speaking; it was clear by her expression and voice that she was in a heightened state of arousal. Not that quick, dirty, passionate arousal she showed so often with Eric, but a more intimate, soft one. "Hmmmmmaa... I think... I might actually like this... perhaps..."

Shuffling a bit more, she rolled onto her front and held the phone in front of her so that Eric could still see her face. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes half closed, nibbling on her lips, her expression constantly shifting from joy to a wince of pain to discomfort to arousal and then joy again. She was quite the sexy thing at the moment. Then she smiled and said, "But when I use the second... hmmm... the other toy, I can't hold the phone, so no show for you... hmmma... God, I wish this was you holding that thing... Or... hmmm, perhaps Olivia..." Hah, she can tease him too, take that bro.

"Well, if you like, I can just make a quick rip down the hall... In fact, I could even find something to replace that toy with. It would be bigger, but also softer, and more flexible." Eric replied, enjoying the banter as much as the show his sister was putting on. "I don't know about having Olivia help though; she might decide she wants to try it too. You know how she is, monkey see, monkey do, and she's still a little small to be trying much of anything back there, even just a finger. Do you really want to start giving her ideas?" As he spoke, Eric's own hand began to stroking up and down his length, as the image of his pleasure, pain, and passion driven face played on the screen.

"Don't tell me you don't like the idea of a little eager anal-slut," breathed Jessi as reply, wiggling her eyebrows, smiling at him. Then her face once more turned into one of pleasure, her mouth half open, her eyes closed, holding back a loud moan and tensing for a moment before relaxing again. Her eyes had taken on a misty, glassy look, as if she was constantly riding on a wave of emotions which were rocking her body, her breathing coming quick and loud, the rhythmic rocking of the picture slowly becoming faster. "Mom and dad are not yet... hmmm... in bed... We can't risk them hearing you coming over..."

"True, so I guess you'll just have to wait a while for me to come to your rescue. The question is, are you saying you're ready to finally let your little brother do that? After all, you said you wanted it to be special... I was thinking like I could do something for you on Valentine's Day... but if that was too long a wait, I'm more than happy to do it sooner." Eric stopped his stroking as he waited for Jessi's answer. After all, he wanted to be ready to perform if she said yes. And if she said no, well, there was always Valentine's Day.

"Hmmmm... we'll see... I guess I can... haaa... do it before then," replied Jessi a bit breathless, shaking and shivering and trembling a bit, as indicated by the frame of the video shaking. "God... Gotta... I need to put you away, bro..."

Without waiting for a reply, she put her phone down, and the screen showed only the ceiling of her room, a very nice ceiling, but otherwise only a ceiling. However, there was also the rustling of something moving and happening, and then the second buzzing of another toy being turned on, followed by a happy squeal of Jessi. He couldn't see her, but Eric could clearly hear how she worked on her nether regions with now two toys, working them in and out of her holes, trembling and shivering and panting softly, trying to keep silent.

Eric sat listening to his sister's voice, as she squealed and moaned, his hand once more in motion. He wasn't sure if Jessi still had her earbuds in, but he spoke to her anyway, "So, do you think you've found a way to keep yourself satisfied for the next few days without your pills lover?" he teased, hoping to help her out by appealing to her perverted side. "Or are you going to break and risk having me put it in your cunt again? Hmmmm... if you do, I bet you'd still beg me to cum inside if you do! You're all about doing forbidden things; that's what turns you on. Well, what's more forbidden than being knocked up with your little brother's baby? Do you like that idea, being your brother's breeding slut, does that turn you on?"

"Hmmma... goooood... fuck... hmmm..." Eric couldn't see it, but Jessi's hands moved furiously down between her legs and at her backside, moving the two toys in tandem, vibrating in both her wet snatch as well as her virginal tight asshole, sending shivers and tremors up and down her spine. She bit her lower lip, trying to repress her too loud moaning, her squeaking, because she did still have the earbuds in and heard Eric very well, imagining what he was telling her, what he was whispering into her ear. She couldn't really reply, but her low moaning and panting was perhaps enough, especially as she sped up and felt how the pleasure was mounting inside of her, about to explode. She was going to explode from playing with her ass, damn, she really was a slut. At least she thought so herself.

"Humm, no? Well, I guess you're just giving me that last bit of virginity of yours, and spending the next three days with your tight asshole, wrapped around your brother's dick. Then you really will be a slut, and I can bring over a bunch of friends so they can all do you. Or maybe I can find a way to sneak you into the locker room after a track meet, and the entire team can take you on the floor of the shower, shoving it into whatever hole happens to be open, filing all your holes with cum. How's that idea sound? Do you want to be the track team's secret cum sponge?" Eric's own strokes had slowed down, but the truth was, he found the idea of sharing his sister unpleasant and off-putting. But he was trying to help Jessi cum from her first time trying out doing stuff with her ass, and he knew she'd said talked about this kind of thing before, so thought she would get off to it.

A barely repressed moan and gasp was the only reply Eric got, a long, drawn out sound barely muffled by either her pillow or the covers into which Jessi pushed her face to not alert their parents. He couldn't see it; he could only hear the screen shaking and wobbling for quite some time, several long drawn out moments, before nothing. For a short time, there was only the laboring breathing of Jessi to be heard, before she moved again and grabbed the phone. While rolling onto her back, she pulled the device to above her face, giving Eric a satisfied, happy but tired smile, her face covered in a fine layer of sweat and flushed, her eyes a bit glassy, the perfect picture of teenage sexual satisfaction. "Thank you, bro... that was... so fucking intense... I guess... first chance we got, you can plow my little strained asshole, yes?"

Then she pulled the phone to her face and kissed the camera. That looked weird, but hey, it got the meaning across.

"Well, my first chance will be in about an hour and a half, if you think that's enough time for you to recover. Otherwise, it would be tomorrow after school..." Eric broke off, letting Jessi consider her options. "Oh," he added as the thought entered his head, "Do you think it was good enough to enjoy it without the toy in the other hole?"

With a smile on her features Jessi looked at Eric through the wireless connection, looking quite satisfied and happy. For a moment she thought about it, then she shook her head. "Nooo, let's do it tomorrow. I don't want to rush this thing with you... let's take our time tomorrow, make it really special, okay? And I can scream and yell as loud as I want, as can you. And about trying without the other toy..." She shrugged, giggling happily. "We'll see tomorrow, I guess, okay?"

"OK then, well, I guess we can play tomorrow. I know the thought of it will have you turned on all day, so you'll be nice and wet just like today. So wet, maybe I won't even need the lube! Can't wait for it, talk to you then, sister!" With that, he ended the call, not knowing that events were in motion and that tomorrow wasn't going to go exactly as he or Jessi had planned.

With a happy squeal Jessi ended the call on her side as well and put the phone to the side. She grinned like a lovestruck fool for a few moments before then getting up and cleaning up a bit. But not without sending Eric a last pic of her posing in front of her mirror, on all fours, her exposed backside aimed at the mirror, her juicy twat, and rear entry displayed for him to enjoy. ''Thx for great evening. I really enjoy it and can't wait to have my backside deflowered''.

Then she did actually clean up and went under the shower before going to bed.


A 12-year-old boy with an early onset of puberty, which has resulted in him developing physical and sexual maturity earlier than most boys his age. He is comfortable with his sexuality and demonstrates a certain level of assertiveness during his interactions with Jessi. Despite his young age, he exhibits confidence and control over the situation. His adventurous spirit suggests that he is outgoing in nature. However, his willingness to engage in explicit activities with his sister also indicates a lack of understanding or disregard for social norms and boundaries.

It would be around 10:00 PM before Jessi would show another sign of life, and in this case, it was a short message for Eric on his phone. She had sent him a picture with the accompanying text, *Got something for you, bro*.

The picture showed her in front of her large mirror, wearing only her socks and shirt but pulling them up to show her perky little tits. She herself was lying on her bed on her side, the upper leg pulled up to show off her sexy behind, one hand holding her phone. The other hand was holding the small vibrator she was working on and out of her strained asshole, her face flushed, biting her lower lip.

Eric spent little time messaging Jessi back, and what time he did lose was spent finding his ear buds with the built-in mic.

''Looks like you're having fun'' The message included a link to start a video chat.

A moment later, nothing happened, and for another moment as well, before the screen showed that Jessi had accepted, and after a second, her flushed face appeared on his screen. She too was wearing ear-buds, but sadly, she didn't have a built-in microphone; she had to use her phone for that. "Hmmmm... well... happy naughty boy?" Going by her slight moaning and the rhythmic slight rocking of the video, it was clear that she was still at it. Also, there was a slight buzzing in the background.

"As happy as I can be without actually being there," Eric replied, "So how is it? I can't tell if you're wincing in pain or having a micro orgasm." As he spoke, his own hand slipped under the elastic of his boxers, grabbing his rapidly hardening soldier.

With her left hand holding her phone and the right hand moving the softly humming vibrator back and forth, Jessi rolled slightly on her bed to get to a more comfortable position, gasping slightly. "Hmaaaa... nooo, it's... it's actually... it feels a bit strange and... haaa... but good..." She closed her eye there for a moment, her expression one of elation and joy and just relaxing, before wincing slightly and biting her lower lip again, gasping slightly. "Hmmm... no micro-orgasm though..."

"Humm, well which one are you using? maybe the other one would do a better job... or even better? Maybe you could use them both, one in front and the other in back! You never know, maybe you'll want to try that with me and Max before the week's out..." Eric was teasing, of course, but with his sister's love of all things perverse and forbidden, he knew there was every chance the mental image would get her really going, and that it might help push her further along in her pleasure.

"Hmmm... that does sound... good..." Jessi's voice was more of a lowly moaned thing than actually speaking; it was clear by her expression and voice that she was in a heightened state of arousal. Not that quick, dirty, passionate arousal she showed so often with Eric, but a more intimate, soft one. "Hmmmmmaa... I think... I might actually like this... perhaps..."

Shuffling a bit more, she rolled onto her front and held the phone in front of her so that Eric could still see her face. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes half closed, nibbling on her lips, her expression constantly shifting from joy to a wince of pain to discomfort to arousal and then joy again. She was quite the sexy thing at the moment. Then she smiled and said, "But when I use the second... hmmm... the other toy, I can't hold the phone, so no show for you... hmmma... God, I wish this was you holding that thing... Or... hmmm, perhaps Olivia..." Hah, she can tease him too, take that bro.

"Well, if you like, I can just make a quick rip down the hall... In fact, I could even find something to replace that toy with. It would be bigger, but also softer, and more flexible." Eric replied, enjoying the banter as much as the show his sister was putting on. "I don't know about having Olivia help though; she might decide she wants to try it too. You know how she is, monkey see, monkey do, and she's still a little small to be trying much of anything back there, even just a finger. Do you really want to start giving her ideas?" As he spoke, Eric's own hand began to stroking up and down his length, as the image of his pleasure, pain, and passion driven face played on the screen.

"Don't tell me you don't like the idea of a little eager anal-slut," breathed Jessi as reply, wiggling her eyebrows, smiling at him. Then her face once more turned into one of pleasure, her mouth half open, her eyes closed, holding back a loud moan and tensing for a moment before relaxing again. Her eyes had taken on a misty, glassy look, as if she was constantly riding on a wave of emotions which were rocking her body, her breathing coming quick and loud, the rhythmic rocking of the picture slowly becoming faster. "Mom and dad are not yet... hmmm... in bed... We can't risk them hearing you coming over..."

"True, so I guess you'll just have to wait a while for me to come to your rescue. The question is, are you saying you're ready to finally let your little brother do that? After all, you said you wanted it to be special... I was thinking like I could do something for you on Valentine's Day... but if that was too long a wait, I'm more than happy to do it sooner." Eric stopped his stroking as he waited for Jessi's answer. After all, he wanted to be ready to perform if she said yes. And if she said no, well, there was always Valentine's Day.

"Hmmmm... we'll see... I guess I can... haaa... do it before then," replied Jessi a bit breathless, shaking and shivering and trembling a bit, as indicated by the frame of the video shaking. "God... Gotta... I need to put you away, bro..."

Without waiting for a reply, she put her phone down, and the screen showed only the ceiling of her room, a very nice ceiling, but otherwise only a ceiling. However, there was also the rustling of something moving and happening, and then the second buzzing of another toy being turned on, followed by a happy squeal of Jessi. He couldn't see her, but Eric could clearly hear how she worked on her nether regions with now two toys, working them in and out of her holes, trembling and shivering and panting softly, trying to keep silent.

Eric sat listening to his sister's voice, as she squealed and moaned, his hand once more in motion. He wasn't sure if Jessi still had her earbuds in, but he spoke to her anyway, "So, do you think you've found a way to keep yourself satisfied for the next few days without your pills lover?" he teased, hoping to help her out by appealing to her perverted side. "Or are you going to break and risk having me put it in your cunt again? Hmmmm... if you do, I bet you'd still beg me to cum inside if you do! You're all about doing forbidden things; that's what turns you on. Well, what's more forbidden than being knocked up with your little brother's baby? Do you like that idea, being your brother's breeding slut, does that turn you on?"

"Hmmma... goooood... fuck... hmmm..." Eric couldn't see it, but Jessi's hands moved furiously down between her legs and at her backside, moving the two toys in tandem, vibrating in both her wet snatch as well as her virginal tight asshole, sending shivers and tremors up and down her spine. She bit her lower lip, trying to repress her too loud moaning, her squeaking, because she did still have the earbuds in and heard Eric very well, imagining what he was telling her, what he was whispering into her ear. She couldn't really reply, but her low moaning and panting was perhaps enough, especially as she sped up and felt how the pleasure was mounting inside of her, about to explode. She was going to explode from playing with her ass, damn, she really was a slut. At least she thought so herself.

"Humm, no? Well, I guess you're just giving me that last bit of virginity of yours, and spending the next three days with your tight asshole, wrapped around your brother's dick. Then you really will be a slut, and I can bring over a bunch of friends so they can all do you. Or maybe I can find a way to sneak you into the locker room after a track meet, and the entire team can take you on the floor of the shower, shoving it into whatever hole happens to be open, filing all your holes with cum. How's that idea sound? Do you want to be the track team's secret cum sponge?" Eric's own strokes had slowed down, but the truth was, he found the idea of sharing his sister unpleasant and off-putting. But he was trying to help Jessi cum from her first time trying out doing stuff with her ass, and he knew she'd said talked about this kind of thing before, so thought she would get off to it.

A barely repressed moan and gasp was the only reply Eric got, a long, drawn out sound barely muffled by either her pillow or the covers into which Jessi pushed her face to not alert their parents. He couldn't see it; he could only hear the screen shaking and wobbling for quite some time, several long drawn out moments, before nothing. For a short time, there was only the laboring breathing of Jessi to be heard, before she moved again and grabbed the phone. While rolling onto her back, she pulled the device to above her face, giving Eric a satisfied, happy but tired smile, her face covered in a fine layer of sweat and flushed, her eyes a bit glassy, the perfect picture of teenage sexual satisfaction. "Thank you, bro... that was... so fucking intense... I guess... first chance we got, you can plow my little strained asshole, yes?"

Then she pulled the phone to her face and kissed the camera. That looked weird, but hey, it got the meaning across.

"Well, my first chance will be in about an hour and a half, if you think that's enough time for you to recover. Otherwise, it would be tomorrow after school..." Eric broke off, letting Jessi consider her options. "Oh," he added as the thought entered his head, "Do you think it was good enough to enjoy it without the toy in the other hole?"

With a smile on her features Jessi looked at Eric through the wireless connection, looking quite satisfied and happy. For a moment she thought about it, then she shook her head. "Nooo, let's do it tomorrow. I don't want to rush this thing with you... let's take our time tomorrow, make it really special, okay? And I can scream and yell as loud as I want, as can you. And about trying without the other toy..." She shrugged, giggling happily. "We'll see tomorrow, I guess, okay?"

"OK then, well, I guess we can play tomorrow. I know the thought of it will have you turned on all day, so you'll be nice and wet just like today. So wet, maybe I won't even need the lube! Can't wait for it, talk to you then, sister!" With that, he ended the call, not knowing that events were in motion and that tomorrow wasn't going to go exactly as he or Jessi had planned.

With a happy squeal Jessi ended the call on her side as well and put the phone to the side. She grinned like a lovestruck fool for a few moments before then getting up and cleaning up a bit. But not without sending Eric a last pic of her posing in front of her mirror, on all fours, her exposed backside aimed at the mirror, her juicy twat, and rear entry displayed for him to enjoy. ''Thx for great evening. I really enjoy it and can't wait to have my backside deflowered''.

Then she did actually clean up and went under the shower before going to bed.

Eric lay back in his bed, his heart pounding in his chest. The images of Jessi's exposed body were seared into his mind, her tantalizing promise for tomorrow echoing in his ears. His hand absentmindedly traced the contours of the device that had facilitated their intimate exchange. He felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension; this was uncharted territory for him, but he couldn't deny the allure it held.

With a sigh, he picked up his phone and started typing out a message to Jessi. ''Good night sis'', he wrote before pausing, considering what else to add. After a moment of thought, he typed out another line: ''Can't wait for tomorrow''. Hitting send, he placed the phone on the bedside table and stared at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow would bring.


A young girl with pale skin, short 5'3" height, dark blue eyes and curvy 125lbs frame. She has C cup breasts and a nearly flat stomach. She's the sister of Mark's next door neighbor. She is initially trusting but not naive, questioning Mark's presence in her room at such a late hour. When confronted with danger, she shows resilience and fights back against Mark, indicating that she's strong-willed and courageous. Despite being in a vulnerable position, she doesn't shy away from expressing defiance or anger towards him.

Aimee was sleeping soundly, her body sprawled out on the comfortable queen sized bed, hidden underneath the puffy red comforter. By the time Mark had snuck in her hair was practically dry but sprayed out around her face and on the pillow. Luckily for Mark, as he crept into the house and up the stairs the noises of the house went along with the television and didn't stir her from her sleep. It wasn't until she felt the warmth of his hand on her ankle through the blanket shaking her did she begin to wake up. A soft, sleepy moan escaped her lips before he called for her to wake up.

Aimee shot up, her eyes wide as she glanced at Mark, sleep still glazed over her dark blue eyes. Her knees came to her chest and she grabbed for the blanket, trying to cover herself up even though she wasn't naked. "Mark," she started, glancing at the television then back to him, "It's nearly three thirty, what in the hell are you doing here... how did you even get in?!" Her voice held exhaustion and only a slight bit of concern. She had practically grown up with Mark, she never found him to be unsafe or anything of the type.

"I know where the spare key is. It's OK. I couldn't sleep and I just wanted to see you." Mark took a seat on the edge of her bed, careful to position himself in a way that she wouldn't notice the roll of duct tape in his pocket. "I just wanted to make sure you were doing OK. You know with Jake gone and everything I started worrying about you. He's always told me if anything happens to him to make sure you were taken care of, and having him not around made me think of that."

His hand slid up to his pocket, his fingers tightening around the tape. *Here we go...* he thought. He almost stopped. Should I really be doing this? Yes... It's the only way. And with that, he sprang upon her, the tearing sound of the duct tape filling the room as he placed a piece over her mouth and held her down against the bed.

"It's OK, Aimee. I don't want to hurt you." He turned her over and held her hands behind her back, taping her wrists together quickly and the same with her feet. Seeing her like this, face down, her hands and feet bound, dressed in only a tank top and black panties which her plump, round ass filled out perfectly, he began to feel a rush of arousal coursing through his body. There was no time to stop and stare though. He lifted her up over his shoulder and began the short journey back to his house, to his room, where the fantasy could really begin.

"That's sweet and all, but it's three in the morning," Aimee mumbled out, her head cocking as her body relaxed. After the initial jolt of being woken up, exhaustion was already caressing Aimee's body, begging her to go back to sleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked back at Mark sleepily, listening to him as he mentioned what her brother had said to him. "I'm fine, really," She started, but before she could finish speaking, Mark pounced on her and she let out a scream which was quickly muffled by the duct tape. "Mark!" She tried to scream out, barely audible through the duct tape. Her arms and legs were flailing about as she tried to shove him off of her, managing to kick the blanket right off the bed in the process, revealing her barely covered up body to him which was easily flipped over due to his strength.

Screaming into the pillow and duct tape Aimee continued to writhe her body underneath him as he grabbed for her arms and then her legs. Her eyes began to tear up as she fought against the restrains, trying to knee him in the chest as he pulled her over his shoulder and walked out of the room. As they passed her door the television was still flickering, leaving Aimee to view the disheveled bed they had left.

Screaming and flailing continued as he brought her to his place. If he listened closely he could have heard her call out threatening phrases or pleas of help. Oh, he'd be sorry the second he put her down.

Finally back in his room, Mark set Aimee on his bed. She'd struggled the whole way over here and he knew it would be a bad idea to take the tape off before she calmed down. He climbed on top of her and held her down so she wouldn't try to roll off the bed or make a lot of noise. "I'm going to take the tape off your mouth, but don't scream or I'll have to hurt you, OK?"

Slowly, he peeled the tape off of the lips he'd wanted to kiss for so long. It left a red rectangular mark around her mouth, but that wouldn't last long. He continued to hold her down, hoping she wouldn't scream, hoping she wouldn't struggle too much. "Now, isn't that better?" he said, stroking her cheek a bit with his fingers.

Aimee continued to flail about even after Mark set her down on his bed. The sheets were becoming ruffled around her as she fought against his arms that were planted right next to her and holding her in place. She tried to knee him in the crotch but he was slightly too far up for that. Screaming through the duct tape she didn't even hear him threaten to hurt her. She knew they were the only people in his house right now and no matter how loud she screamed nobody would hear it. So instead of screaming when he pulled the tape off, she glared up at him silently. The fingers on her cheek gave her goose bumps, his caress seeming eerie almost.

"Fuck you," she hissed out at him, and for a moment it seemed like the room was completely still, frozen almost. Before Mark could move, Aimee turned her head and grabbed his pointer finger in between her teeth, biting down hard. She wasn't biting him enough to draw blood but it definitely had to hurt like hell.

"Fuck me? You'd like that wouldn't you?" Mark smirked at her, pulling his finger out of her mouth quickly. "Don't worry, we'll get to that soon," he said as he slapped her, striking her swiftly across the face. He'd never pictured himself doing this to her, but it was like he was a different person in this moment. He felt so powerful, like he had complete control over her. His hands slid over her breasts and squeezed them, massaging her soft mounds, feeling himself getting a little hard in his pants with the power trip he was having in that moment. her nipples lay between his fingers and he pinched them a bit, pulling slightly, forcing them to stiffen. "There... You like that don't you, Aimee?"

Aimee let out a loud cry as his hand smashed against her pale skin. Her eyes were still filled with tears but she had yet to let one fall down her cheek yet. He seemed so off, not like his usual sweet self, and this terrified Aimee. "Get off of me, Mark." She warned, still wiggling underneath his strong body as he grabbed for her breasts through her red camisole. She let out a cry, feeling him pinch her nipples as they quickly grew erect against his forcefulness. Aimee was tugging at her restraints, attempting to rip the duct tape on her wrists. Her tied hands pressed against Mark's thick chest and she tried to shove him off of her as he groped at her. "No," she protested, slamming her fists into his chest as she continued to struggle underneath him.


A young man. He's the friend of his next door neighbor Jake, who has a sister called Aimee. Mark always had a thing for Aimee, and from his bedroom window he would often watch her undress at night. Mark is manipulative and aggressive. He initially presents himself as caring and concerned for Aimee's well-being but quickly reveals his sinister intentions. This shift suggests he can be deceitful when it serves his purposes. Moreover, his actions reveal him to be forceful and domineering with a lack of respect for personal boundaries or consent.

Aimee let out a loud cry as his hand smashed against her pale skin. Her eyes were still filled with tears but she had yet to let one fall down her cheek yet. He seemed so off, not like his usual sweet self, and this terrified Aimee. "Get off of me, Mark." She warned, still wiggling underneath his strong body as he grabbed for her breasts through her red camisole. She let out a cry, feeling him pinch her nipples as they quickly grew erect against his forcefulness. Aimee was tugging at her restraints, attempting to rip the duct tape on her wrists. Her tied hands pressed against Mark's thick chest and she tried to shove him off of her as he groped at her. "No," she protested, slamming her fists into his chest as she continued to struggle underneath him.

Mark smirked down at her as he took hold of her camisole and began to rip it down the middle, revealing the sweet breasts he'd just been fondling, the nipples hard and red from his pinching. Now his hands were on the bare skin of her chest, squeezing harder, massaging them firmly. "There's no escape, Aimee. You might as well stop fighting and save your energy. God knows you're going to need it later." Annoyed with her struggling, he lifted up one of his hands and came down hard, smacking one of her breasts. The massaging became more sensual, squeezing deeply as his fingers swayed and moved over her soft skin. There was no way she couldn't notice the tent in the crotch of his pants now. It was massive, hard, and throbbing as he groped her.


A red panda girl who possesses a thick, voluptuous figure. She has a fluffy tail and her body is clad in casual blue panties that accentuate her curves. Her personality combines intelligence with humor, but she can be oblivious to certain situations happening around her. Despite this, she shows assertiveness when uncomfortable or surprised. In terms of intellect, she's quite advanced as she builds machines capable of interdimensional travel.

"Well it's not something you particularly take unless you want to," Lin said amusedly, chuckling at him. "Is it required of all grads in your world? No point in learning it if you're not gonna do anything with it." Rolling her eyes she shrugged. "I guess that's a word. I'm sure someone used it." Turning her attention away from him, she went to inspect her poor machine, which had blown quite a few gaskets. "Well I was TRYING to make a machine that could create a rift so I could travel to alternate dimensions but... something went wrong and instead, it brought you here." Course, she didn't realize her sandwich had been the cause.

As she examined the device, she had her back turned to him, and it gave him a good view from behind, having more time to gaze upon the thick, bubbly rump clad in those casual blue panties, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly and cut like a bikini, giving him a nice little preview of her furry cheeks. If only her fluffy tail weren't in the way though, as it blocked the perfect view. As he'd look over the red panda girl, she wasn't chubby but she was certainly some amount of thicc.

She seemed to be a very clever girl that had some humor to her that would be amazing that such a girl existed in this world. Jack inched back a little at the roll of her eyes from his comment, maybe his human humor wasn't good for a trick in this dimension? When she turned away to inspect the machine his eyes caught onto her rear very quickly with how full it was compared to human girls from his world.

Jack was also attracted to how fluffy it would feel against his hand that he wanted to grope her. Going for her rear, tail, and maybe even her thicc body that had much to tell. Jack would try to break out of his trance as he might have no chance with a woman like her that could make machines that travel to different dimensions. "Well your way ahead of my people. We haven't even been able to scratch the surface of this sort of project!" He said praising the first person he ever met in this new world. "Sooo... do I need to hide her or something? You said that humans are gone right?"

As if to entice him further of course, Lin's examination sent her downward, to find the initial problem of the cog getting spit out. To do so, she got down on her hands and knees and even had to angle herself downward, her ass having to stick up in the air right at him as her fluffy tail fell to the side. Were she not completely oblivious, he'd probably say she was doing it on purpose, as he had an unobstructed view of her fine, full ass, the curves of the thick rump enhanced by her 'downward doggy' pose.

"Really? Yeah that makes sense. I'm honestly surprised there's a dimension in which humans managed to get to a modern era, honestly," she said, though her voice was distant from under the machine. "Aha! Right, the cog... dammit..." As she had to reach down in there, her ass started to wiggle and her hips sway back and forth, her rump's curves jiggling all that much more enticingly. To the point that he caught several views of the luscious, smooth bump that could only be her vaginal mound, hidden just under the panties. "Hm... good thought. We'll have to figure something out." She saw the cog just underneath the machine and she crawled toward it, having to fit her body beneath the machine to reach.

Jack would just keep getting more of a view from her body as she seemed to bend over more to show off the perfect curves of her rump. It would make him feel horny from just the view and what he was thinking he could do to her in this situation as she wasn't even looking. Jack would walk closer right up behind her while she looked for something under the machine that might be hard to reach. "Something down there? Let me help you out." It seemed like she might need some help with the matter as he inched closer and grabbed onto her rear with his hands fondling her butt for all its thickness.

"Did you find the cog yet?" He said giving her some support with hands that was feeling up her soft fur and wondered how it compared to a human girl's soft ass. Going up and down, side to side to feel her completely as he pushed her down towards the cog she mentioned before going under.

Course, it was all white noise to Lin, as she heard his footsteps approaching, but didn't think anything of it. She had to reach a bit further than she would've liked and forced her body down into the tight area beneath the heavy machine further, just barely managing to get a hold of the cog. "Ha, gotchAAHN!" The unmistakable feeling of hands on her butt caught her off guard and she blushed under there, though she couldn't see what was going on. Of course, she had to assume it was him. "W-what are you doing!? Stop touching me!"

As if to get him off, she started to wiggle her hips rapidly, but that would only give him a more efficient way to grope the entirety of her furry ass. As his fingers slipped between touching fur and fabric, they were both extremely soft, though he could swear her fur was softer than the blue cotton fabric she wore. Obviously, he had gotten the wrong idea or something like that and she meant to give him a piece of her mind. Until she tried to pull herself out, only to find out she was stuck. Her large boobs had pinned her in place, and as he pushed in further, he managed to get her stuck more.

"S-stop pushing! Pull me out, I'm stuck!" she cried out, and he could feel the trembling of her body. Clearly the pose wasn't very comfortable for her, but... it did mean that she was indisposed...

It might have been a stroke of luck that Jack was able to feel her fluffy ass that felt so nice against his fingers. Furry girls were always like this in this world as he let his mind drift off towards what sort of fun he could have and how it would feel. Her fur was even better than those panties she wore that really got him to feel more inclined to figure out her the body structure of girls in this world.

When she yelled at him about not pushing anymore and she was stuck, he might have just smiled very evilly at that little fact. "Okay, so I will try to get you out slowly." He said with a grin as his hands would keep groping her but one would to the fabric between her virginal mound with a plan in mind. Pulling at the top of the fabric he would make it so that it tightened to the point of pressing against her hot snatch and pulling to make it rub against her. It was after all his current attempt to pull out the thicc red panda that got stuck under her own machine.

When he kept groping her full panda rear, Lin got annoyed. "Q-quit touching me and get me out!" she cried out, trying to force her way out, and only managing to shuffle her fat butt side to side for his viewing pleasure. She really was stuck, and he was the only person that could get her out. "GET ME OUT!" By the sounds of her voice, she was more and more nervous, the dark, small area beneath the machine a place she didn't want to be.

As a result, the panda girl could offer no resistance when instead of helping her, he decided to help himself. "A-AHN! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she yelled from underneath, her voice coming to him distant and somewhat muffled, as the only way out from under there was through the tight holes between her body and the metal. As he tugged on the blue fabric, it flattened against her pelvic mound, and rapidly, the very outline of her lovely red panda pussy became beholden to him.

In all likelihood, he had at least seen a human pussy before, and frankly, it looked very much like one. Just with somewhat different dimensions, as hers was a bit more squeezed in front top to bottom and wider from side to side, not to mention her outer lips looked thicker than the average human. Another desperate wiggle of her ass caused the fabric to slip from where he held it, and it teased him as it slipped around her right lip, exposed the juicy bright pink nether flesh to his view, enhanced by the red and cream fur about it.


A human male from another dimension. He's young and sexually driven. He seems to lack respect for personal boundaries as shown by his willingness to grope Lin without her consent. Despite being in an unfamiliar environment, he's quick to adapt and even attempts to exploit the situation for his own pleasure. This suggests that he's opportunistic and possibly manipulative.

When he kept groping her full panda rear, Lin got annoyed. "Q-quit touching me and get me out!" she cried out, trying to force her way out, and only managing to shuffle her fat butt side to side for his viewing pleasure. She really was stuck, and he was the only person that could get her out. "GET ME OUT!" By the sounds of her voice, she was more and more nervous, the dark, small area beneath the machine a place she didn't want to be.

As a result, the panda girl could offer no resistance when instead of helping her, he decided to help himself. "A-AHN! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she yelled from underneath, her voice coming to him distant and somewhat muffled, as the only way out from under there was through the tight holes between her body and the metal. As he tugged on the blue fabric, it flattened against her pelvic mound, and rapidly, the very outline of her lovely red panda pussy became beholden to him.

In all likelihood, he had at least seen a human pussy before, and frankly, it looked very much like one. Just with somewhat different dimensions, as hers was a bit more squeezed in front top to bottom and wider from side to side, not to mention her outer lips looked thicker than the average human. Another desperate wiggle of her ass caused the fabric to slip from where he held it, and it teased him as it slipped around her right lip, exposed the juicy bright pink nether flesh to his view, enhanced by the red and cream fur about it.

Jack didn't really hold back much on trying to help the poor girl out as he took the chance to play with her. Teasing her body despite the way she sounded and how she really wanted to get out of the place she was stuck in. It wasn't his fault that this happened to her but he would see the lovely folds of her pussy now and how her mounds were begging for good fucking. He could get away with it if he was being smart about this as she didn't know what human customs were.