Tiny Tim полностью

Trying to finally reach any kind of conclusion in my inner debate, I took a closer look at her and was surprised about her state. Her face was clearly still streaked with my dried cum, and, looking down at her, so were her thighs and butt. Going by how sticky my own skin felt, I wasn’t in any better state. No matter how tiresome our session was, how could I just fall asleep like that!? I sighed a little when I realized that I would have to wash my sheets for the second day in a row. At least I wouldn’t have to air out the mattress again.

Desperately craving a thorough scrubbing, I carefully extracted myself from Ava’s hold on me, grabbed a pair of fresh shorts, and made my way to get a nice, long, hot shower. When I walked back to my bedroom afterwards, though, I could hear Ava’s giggle as I reached for the door handle, and quickly decided to try and listen to what she was doing. As it turned out, she was on the phone, and it became apparent that she was talking with Claire.

“Sorry Mom, it’s true.” she said in an obviously fake apologetic voice. “I don’t know, yours has more stuff in it, but maybe it was the wine ... No, he put it in the Lasagna...” she giggled “Yes, really ... I’m telling you, last time I ate something so good was when you took us to that restaurant for Logan’s graduation ... That’s what I said, too! He just keeps surprising us ... No, he’s in the shower ... I know because I’m in his bed... “ she giggled some more “Oh, Mom! I didn’t just sleep with him, he fucked me! ... For hours, Mom! I’m, like, seriously sore! I came so much, my stomach feels like I did a thousand crunches. My belly is full o...” She abruptly stopped. When she spoke again, it was in a hurried voice. “ ... uh, Mom, sorry, but I gotta check on something. I’ll call you back later!”

The next thing I heard was her feet hitting the ground, and a lot of shuffling I couldn’t place. So, I decided to check and finally enter my bedroom.

Have you ever seen one of those “Help me Step-Bro, I’m stuck!”-Videos? That was the first thing going through my mind when I saw my sister on her knees, with her head and arms underneath my bed, presenting me with a perfect view of her naked sex. Instead of kneeling behind her and fucking her then and there, however, I just leaned down and gave her ass a good smack, causing her to cry out in surprise.

“WHAT THE ... when did you come back!?” she asked, agitated, while turning so she was now kneeling in front of me.

The view she gifted me before had caused a noticeable bulge to form in my shorts, and now her new position wasn’t in any way less suggestive. The look on her face made any lingering thoughts about simply pulling out my dick and shoving it in her face vanish. She was agitated all right, but not because of me surprising her.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying to figure out what had her on edge.

“I’m just ... well...” Her eyes darted around the room. Not in shame, but instead like she was searching for something.

I noticed the bag with the fake pills sticking out from under the blanket. I walked around the bed to pick it up, and the way Ava’s eyes widened in recognition told me that this was what she had been looking for. Instead of giving them to her, I walked to my nightstand and placed the bag back in the drawer.

“I take it, now that you can think clearly again, you regret what happened last night and want your pills back?” I smirked.

“No ... Yes ... I don’t know.” She looked defeated.

“Keep taking the pills you have in your bathroom.”

“What!? Then ... those aren’t...?” There was hope in her voice. Apparently, she didn’t notice the differences when I showed them to her last night.

“Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t.” I answered in an aloof tone, shrugging my shoulders as I walked to stand behind her. I reached around her, started gently circling her belly button with my fingertips, and whispered in her ear.

“Maybe the pills in your dialpak are fake. In that case, I would have told you to keep taking them so you’d have plausible deniability when your belly starts swelling. After all, the pill only gives you 99% security, so if the parents asked, you could truthfully claim to have never stopped taking your pills.” I proposed, and moved my hand downwards to start slowly massaging her surprisingly hard little knob, causing her to moan and shiver immediately Then I continued talking.

“Or, maybe, the pills in that ZipLock bag are fake, and the ones in your dialpak are real. In that case, I would have lied about switching them out, to provide you with a convincing fantasy of the ultimate submission to your brother. In either case, you should keep taking the pills you have in your bathroom. After all, my little Princess seems to have a serious breeding kink, and I’m sure that little piece of uncertainty makes it just so much better every time your Babybrother’s fertile seed floods your womb.”