Life Hacks/Hallomod(gp-pre)/Tell March to go get a towel

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“Hey, go get her a towel man.” You say, sending something like an electric jolt through March’s entire body.


“Ah! Right!” He says, leaping up from the bed and taking two steps toward the door. “Oh Shit!” He stops, suddenly realizing he is about in the same state of undress as his sister and his underwear are soaked with cum. He discards the garment and dashes for his dresser as he pulls out a clean pair, quickly putting them on and then grabbing for his pants. He is most certainly in a hurry, but the fact that he stopped to do this, presumably due to the prudish nature of this household, fails to convey the sense of urgency he had before and you can see from Jan’s face that she is starting to calm down now just as March gets fully dressed and stalks single-mindedly straight for the door.


This leaves several silent awkward seconds as Jan stairs after her brother and then down at the thick slime that is now all over her lower body and still leaking from her snatch. You are taken in by the sight as well. It is just like a scene from some loli hentai with the volumous sperm leaking from her body and somehow all over her stomach and thighs as well. You always thought it was an absurd amount that was being depicted there, but now you have gone and produced that exact kind of absurd amount from your own balls and put every drop of it in your best friend’s 12 year old little sister.


“Hey,” Jan asks as you hear her brother starting on his way back. “How do boys make so much more cum?”


Before you can answer her question, March stalks back in and shoves the towel into Jan’s hands. “Here,” he says, “now cover yourself up and go get in the shower.”


“Hmmm...” Jan responds, apparently annoyed by her brother barking orders at her like this, but she complies anyway. She stands up as she spreads out the towel, but all does not go according to plan. Almost the second she stands she shrieks and jams the towel deep into her crotch and then shrinks back onto the bed with her cheeks flushed a very deep shade of scarlet. “It won’t stop leaking,” she says, leaving March looking rather antsy. You seem to pick up though that there is something a bit off about that. He is not an urgent and impatient sort of antsy. Rather, he seems to be turned on.


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