“You know, it’s supposed to be the younger sibling that’s the spoiled brat, sis,” I offered weakly, as I knelt between her legs.
The dark blonde tuft of pubic hair above her snatch was shaped like the most petite little heart– I don’t know how I didn’t notice earlier. It must be the angle, because staring directly into my big sister’s cooch, I realized how much I did actually love what my life had apparently become: a twisted sex-romp with a big sister who I might have turned into a baby-mama.
What can I say?
It just sorta happened.
