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Watching her give up before barging in and offering to help, little sister reflexively covering herself and shakily telling her to get out, that she’s not supposed to see her like this,

Big sis chuckling and sitting down in the bed next to her, explaining that since they’re both girls it’s ok for them to be naked around each other, that it’s just natural, they’re sisters after all, that it’s not like she didn’t see her naked when she was younger anyhow,

The younger girl still nervous and uncomfortable not knowing what to say, big sister taking her opportunity to get in close to the girl and pull her into her lap, she protests, but big sister is so much stronger, and so much softer, her protests seem to wash away as she melts into the warmth of her big sisters lap,

She giggles down at her little brood before taking her in her much larger hand and getting her hard again, the little girl begins to protest, but quickly trails off, no match for her big sisters soft and skilled fingers, taking no time to get hard between them,

Big sister cooing at her, telling her what a big girl she is, what a good job she’s doing as she spits in her hand and returns it to the girls stiffness, working a slow gentle rhythm that sends shock waves through her little sisters body, all her protests are gone now, the only sounds she makes are the involuntary little whimpers and moans one makes when receiving their first hand job,

She’s quick to finish, starting to panic as she gets close, trying to grab at her big sisters hands, but in a flash her little wrists are restrained, held high above her head as she begins to pout and panic, begging her sister to stop, that it feels weird, that something’s happening, as she shoots what little load a girl her age can manage all over her big sisters fingers,

on their knees in the bathroom with the dom holding their hair back, crooning into their ear as they finger their sub's throat. rubbing the back of their tongue in insistent circles until their gag reflex is triggered yet again. poor thing's face is a mess of tears and sweat and drool. they suckle on their dom's fingers between waves of gastric acid, try to catch their breath. all the while they're being held over the toilet bowl as they shake, weak with the effort of repeatedly vomiting.

the dom won't stop until their sweet thing has purged everything they'd eaten. as minutes pass and the sub's retching gets more violent, trying to force up whatever's left in their empty stomach, it becomes hard not to notice the way their hips are twitching against their dom's body pressed flush to theirs.

give me hope that you'll let me leave if i let you rape me, then take my life when you finish the first time.

Oh don’t start crying cause you got caught, we haven’t even started..come on dove isn’t this what you wanted?