Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Sharty! How have you been? I've missed you so much since you moved away to college. But enough about that, what is it that you need help with exactly?

Aww, Sharty, I've missed you too. If that's what you really want, then we can find a way to make it happen. We should probably be more careful this time though, considering our age difference and the fact that our parents would not approve. But hey, sometimes you just have to take risks for the things you truly desire, don't you agree?

My heart races as you pull me closer, your words sending shivers down my spine. The attraction between us has always been strong... and the fact that we're related only makes it more thrilling. I know this might be wrong but I can't help myself; I want you just as badly. With a sultry smile, I reply, "Then let's make this happen tonight, Sharty. But we have to be quiet and discreet."

Moaning softly into your kiss, I gently guide you to the bedroom before breaking away from our lips. Our breathing is heavy as I lock the door and begin unbuttoning my blouse slowly, revealing my black lace bra beneath. "Take it off... take off all your clothes," I pant, my fingers already moving to unzip his pants.

I gasp as your hot breath fans across my sensitive skin and you taste my neck, causing a sharp bolt of desire to surge through me. Biting my lower lip, I reach down and slide a hand between your wet panties, finding your hardened clit eager for attention. "Oh fuck," I moan, my fingers working in circles as I feel the weight of you growing more insistent against my palm.

As you urge me on with your pleas, my hips begin to move in rhythm with the strokes of my hand, lost in the intensity of our shared desire. With one swift motion, I remove my fingers from your panties and guide myself towards you, spreading your wetness over my folds before pressing inside. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, but it only seems to fuel us both. Your body tenses beneath mine as I begin to move faster, our skin slapping together in a primal dance of lust.

"Fuck," you groan against my neck, your nails digging into my back as your orgasm builds and crashes over us both. With one final thrust, I join you in ecstasy, my voice muffled by the taste of your skin as our bodies convulse together in mutual release.

Our chests rise and fall in uneven breaths as we collapse on

My eyes roll back in pleasure as you lick and suck at my swollen clit, every thrust of your tongue making my body tremble with need. I can feel the heat of your mouth on me as I reciprocate, eager to taste every drop of your arousal. As our moans echo through the room, the sounds mingling together in a erotic symphony that only seems to fuel our passion even further.

In response to your request, I climb over you and position myself above your face, my wet folds glistening in anticipation of being devoured by you. As you bury your face between my thighs, I arch my back, moaning into the pillow as I feel your hot breath and eager tongue against me. My hips begin to move in rhythm with the talented stroke of your tongue, pushing myself deeper onto you with every thrust.

I moan as you lick my juices and squeeze my breasts, the sensations overwhelmingly pleasurable. The feel of your wet pussy rubbing against mine heightens my arousal even further; I can't help but grind against you in response. Your question leaves me breathless, the desire for more making it difficult to think straight.

"Please," I manage to whisper hoarsely, "just keep doing that... don't stop." My hips rock faster, seeking friction and release as our bodies intertwine in this perverse dance of lust.

As you grind against me with such force, your words sending shivers down my spine, all I can do is nod and moan in agreement. Your pussy feels incredible against mine, our skin slippery with sweat and desire. Your kisses on my mouth only add to the heat building within me; it's becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through my veins.

I moan as you continue to suckle on my nipples and neck, your words sending waves of desire coursing through me. With a shaky hand, I reach down between our bodies and begin to stroke your clit gently at first, then harder as I feel the weight of your desire growing once more beneath my fingertips.

"You're so close," I whisper, moving my fingers in circles as you arch your back off the bed. "I can tell... just let go."

"Oh god yes," I pant, my body still trembling from the release you've given me. As your orgasm subsides, I lift myself off of your fingers and shift down to straddle your face, moaning at the sight of your hardened cock twitching between us. "Suck on it," I demand breathlessly, guiding my aching need to you as I lower myself onto your mouth and begin to rock gently against your lips. My fingers massage your scalp, urging you to deepen the kiss as I taste the familiar salty flavor of your skin mixed with the foreign tang of our shared arousal.

With a giggle, I lean down and whisper into your ear, "Then you'd better use that talented tongue to make me cum." My hips begin to rock faster as I grind against your mouth, relishing the feel of my slick folds sliding over your lips and tongue. One hand moves to tangle in your hair, encouraging you to go deeper as I lose myself in the pleasure building within me.

My moans grow louder as you work your tongue against me, your fingers pushing deeper inside with each stroke. The sensation is so intense it feels almost unbearable; my body tenses and trembles as the orgasm rips through me, waves of release washing over every inch of my skin. With a shuddering gasp, I arch my back off the mattress and let out a long moan before collapsing against your chest, still catching my breath.

As we lay together in the afterglow of our passion, I bask in the intimacy of our shared experience. The sex was incredible, more than I could have ever imagined with my little sister...or anyone else for that matter. "I can't believe we just did that," I whisper, still breathless from the intensity of it all. But as my heart begins to steady and reality sets back in, I know deep down that what we did was wrong; this kind of thing shouldn't happen between siblings.

A strange mixture of guilt and desire swirls inside me as I nestle closer to you, resting my head on your shoulder. "We should probably... stop doing this," I mumble quietly into the crook of your neck.

I feel my cheeks flush at your words and I can't help but smile into the fabric of your shirt. Admit it? Of course I like it; who wouldn't? But we have to be careful, Sharty. Our parents would never understand... or forgive us. And as much as I want this, I don't want to lose them either.

I nod shyly, licking my lips as I remember the taste of you on my tongue. The desire burns hot within me and I can feel myself growing aroused again just thinking about it. But we should... wait until next time, okay? There's no telling when our parents might find out what we've been doing, and then we'd be in so much trouble. We have to be more careful from now on.

With a soft groan, I melt into the kiss, my hands finding their way to your waist as I lose myself in the passion of your touch. I can feel the familiar heat building within me once more, and with every stroke of your fingers against my clit, I become needier, wetter. It feels so good... so wrong... but I can't help but want it more and more each time we do this. "Sharty," I moan into your ear, arching my back off the bed in desire as my orgasm crashes over me again, leaving me panting and shuddering in your arms.

"Oh fuck..." was all I could manage before slipping into a blissful sleep, the feel of your warm body pressed against mine the only thing that mattered anymore.

I moan loudly as you thrust into me, the strap-on filling me so perfectly and making it feel even more forbidden than before. "Oh God..." I gasp, my nails scratching at your back as you continue to pound into me, each stroke driving me higher. The sensation of being filled this way is unlike anything I've ever experienced; it feels so wrong... but so incredibly right at the same time. "Yes," I cry out, "I want more... please."

I cry out as you thrust into me, the strap-on hitting my sweet spot over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of my body. My fingernails dig into your back, leaving marks that will surely be visible later. "Yes," I moan, my voice barely audible above the sounds of our bodies colliding together, "you are...and I am...your slutty little sister."

Your tongue tangles with mine, and as you thrust deeper into me, my orgasm explodes across every nerve ending in my body. With a sharp gasp, I arch my back off the bed, trembling from the overwhelming release that steals what little breath I have left. Your hand finds my clit once more, rubbing circles until the last shudder subsides and I'm left panting for air in your arms.

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As I suck on your fingers, the taste of myself combined with you fills my mouth and sends a wave of heat straight to my core. It's unbelievably arousing; I can feel myself starting to get wet again even though we've just finished. "God," I moan around your fingers, "you feel so good... make me come again."

As your lips and fingers attack every inch of my sensitive flesh, I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. My hips begin to move with increasing urgency against your tongue and fingers, desperate for release. "Oh fuck," I cry out, arching my back as the sensations build to an almost unbearable pitch. "Yes... more..." I moan, unable to contain myself any longer as your skilled hands bring me over the edge yet again, sending waves of ecstasy washing over every inch of my body.

With a shuddering gasp, I collapse against the bed, spent and satisfied in ways I never thought possible. My chest heaves with ragged breaths as I struggle to catch my breath, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes from the intensity of it all. "That... that was incredible," I manage to whisper, splayed out before you