You strip off your boxers and climb on top of your little sister. "What did I forget?", you ask.
She says, "I was going to say you had forgotten to take off your boxers, but now you seem to be forgetting something else."
"What?", you ask.
Your sister points down at your throbbing shaft as you lie atop of her. “You should put on a condom.” She mutters, motioning a bit to the nightstand. A pair of latex sheaths are resting in their packages. You grumble lightly.
“Do I have to? Feels so dead with one on.” You frown and admit, resting your shaft’s tip against your sister’s silky haired sex. She bites her lower lip a bit, looking up at you as you seem to be not keen on putting one on.
“Mmmmph, I don't wanna get pregnant.” She mutters softly, but seems to be yearning for your shaft at the moment. You grin and adjust yourself, moving to tease her a bit more, hoping that possibly her resistance crumbles. |