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She moans slightly, and starts kissing your neck in response.  You take the opportunity and lift her shirt, exposing her bra-clad breasts.  Oddly, you've never seen her breasts.  Exposing them in your current situation would be extremely problematic . . . unless you totally disregard keeping the bra intact.  You use your super strength and super speed to snap the straps so you can pull the bra violently off of your sister without injuring her.  She gasps again as her breasts are exposed to the dusty air of the abandoned factory.  The beautiful D-Cup orbs are already sagging slightly.  It must be genetic.  That's not a problem though.
She moans slightly, and starts kissing your neck in response.  You take the opportunity and lift her shirt, exposing her bra-clad breasts.  Oddly, you've never seen her breasts.  Exposing them in your current situation would be extremely problematic . . . unless you totally disregard keeping the bra intact.  You use your super strength and super speed to snap the straps so you can pull the bra violently off of your sister without injuring her.  She gasps again as her breasts are exposed to the dusty air of the abandoned factory.  The beautiful B-Cup orbs are perfectly formed, perky and pert.




"Have your breasts always been immune to sagging?" you ask your sister in a repeat of the question you used to fix your mother's breasts.
She smiles softly as you gaze at them, asking, "Do you like them?"
 
 
"Yes," she says softly as they raise and firm ever so slightly to become perfect, "do you like them?"





Revision as of 23:44, 28 February 2017

"My rebel sister," you say as you pull her in close, "that's what I want to do."


You kiss her passionately as you put each of your hands onto the perfectly firm globes of her ass. You pull slightly and lift her off of the ground while pushing your hips forward, rubbing the bulge of your crotch against her vulnerable teen box. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, kissing you hard; then wraps her legs around you as you lift her up. You walk her over to a beam, and press her against it, still kissing her.


She grunts slightly as she contacts the beam, rubbing her crotch over your own. Her skirt rides up to expose the fact that she never put her panties back on as she grinds her bare, dewy cunt over the bulge of your jeans. You reach down, and quickly fish yourself out of your pants. You place your cock between the folds of her cunt like a hotdog in a bun. Last time was too quick. You're going to do the work to make her cum this time. You begin sliding your cock across her box as you thrust your hips. The sneaky little minx has other plans, trying to adjust herself so you slip in, but you're having none of that.


"Not so fast, Gwen," you say. "I'm in charge here."


She moans slightly, and starts kissing your neck in response. You take the opportunity and lift her shirt, exposing her bra-clad breasts. Oddly, you've never seen her breasts. Exposing them in your current situation would be extremely problematic . . . unless you totally disregard keeping the bra intact. You use your super strength and super speed to snap the straps so you can pull the bra violently off of your sister without injuring her. She gasps again as her breasts are exposed to the dusty air of the abandoned factory. The beautiful B-Cup orbs are perfectly formed, perky and pert.


She smiles softly as you gaze at them, asking, "Do you like them?"


"They are amazing. I love them." You rely on the pressure of your union and the strength in Gwen's legs to keep the two of you in position as you move your hands to her newly exposed breasts. You softly cup them in your hands and kneed them softly as you continue to grind your cock against her cunt. With her recently gained leverage, Gen tries once more to get your cock into her twat. While you could stop her with your superhuman reflexes, you decide the time is right. as she gets herself lined up, you thrust into her, quickly bottoming out. You keep your hips there for a moment so she can adjust while you continue to massage her tits, and play with her soft pink nipples.


After a brief pause, you begin to piston into your sister, each thrust bushing her back against the beam. You start kissing her neck while you fuck her, moving gradually upward until you reach her earlobes. Taking one in between your lips, you gently suck, making her writhe in pleasure. It seems that she has sensitive earlobes . . . that's good to know. You gradually increase your speed, fucking your sister passionately. You feel her body start to quiver as her orgasm draws near. You adjust your pace in an attempt to prolong her orgasm. Your superhuman senses are giving you quite an edge in reading her and responding in kind. Soon she is bucking and panting in the throes of a powerful orgasm.


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