[NSFW, Incest] Little Sis Moondancer


                                            >"H-hey Anon, I've noticed you only fapped once today. You usually do it thrice a day according to my stats. D-do you maybe need me to help with that? I have compiled a list of videos based on your internet history if you don't think I'm good enough. It's okay, I'd understand..."

                                            "M-moon?"

                                            >What the hell did she just say?

                                            "Um, stats?"

                                            >You have fapped once today, though.

                                            >Is she spying on you?...

                                            >"Y-yeah. I've been trying to make your life more healthy, and there's nothing healthier for a..."


                                            >Moondancer stops for a second, her eyes darting around all over the place.

                                            >"M-man... Than a steady fap cycle."


                                            >That much is true.

                                            >Hm.

                                            "I suppose that's true."

                                            >Her eyes light up a deep purple, with an "I was right!" look in them.

                                            >Her clasped together hands press deeper into her chest, sinking in her braless goodness.

                                            >"S-so I can help?"


                                            >Wait a second.

                                            >She's your damn sister.

                                            >T-that's not right.

                                            >And you know it, Anon.

                                            >And you, Little Anon.

                                            >"T-though I must say that your latest tendencies were kinda too weird for me to find out in the open. Y-you should really let your steam out."

                                            >Ah, so that's why you haven't fapped that much today.


                                            >You've always noticed that the more you fap, the weirder your "appetite" becomes.

                                            >Really, you should look this up.

                                            >It's kinda weird.


                                            >"Um... Anon?"

                                            "Yes?"

                                            >"I-I've been researching that, you know, 'letting your steam out', and the fastest way to do that is..."

                                            >Oh, well that's useful.

                                            >You have your little sister to research shit like that, you almost forgot.

                                            >"W-with a real... W-woman."

                                            >She swallows the gallons of saliva that her mouth had generated during that last sentence.


                                            >Moondancer's thighs unintentionally rubbed against each other right in front of you, while you were still sitting, mouth agape, in your chair.

                                            >You felt as if the room got hotter.

                                            >Even though the window directly behind you was wide open, you could still smell the slight musky scent coming from somewhere that wasn't you, for once.


                                            >You were now staring at the absolute territory.

                                            >Her couple-sizes-too-big sweater covers up the parts that the thigh-high socks don't, though just slightly.

                                            >And as far as you can tell, she's not wearing any underwear.


                                            >You swear if you were a couple of inches shorter, you could see her--

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            >Hold the fuck up.

                                            >You don't wanna fuck your sister.


                                            >You look up at her face.

                                            >Bottom lip bit.

                                            >Eyebrows dancing around, like two hairy caterpillars above her eyes.

                                            >You've always thought they were kinda cute.

                                            >But now...

                                            >This is weird.


                                            >Now all you're seeing is an actual woman, not your cute little sister.

                                            >A woman who you'd gladly grab by the buns and do whateve--

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >"I-if all this is too weird, I c-could go."

                                            >Her stuttering seems somewhat different now.

                                            >It's not the "I-I'm j-just s-shy" kind, it's the "My heart is s-skipping beats 'cause I can't h-hold on for any l-longer".


                                            >Alright Anon, time to decide.

                                            >If she's serious about this, and all the signs are telling you that she is, this could easily make your entire year.

                                            >Or even be the best day of your life...

                                            >Wait.

                                            >I-is she...


                                            >You stare at her face again, slit-eyed, trying to make out the one thing that's different about Moondancer today.

                                            >...


                                            >She's not wearing glasses!


                                            >ALERT!

                                            >DICK ALERT!

                                            >DICK RISING!

                                            >PLEASE CLEAR DICK PARKING SPACE!


                                            "Uh, n-no, it's fine."

                                            >If this was an anime, Moondancer's pupils would've turned into hearts.

                                            >But instead she just seems really excited.

                                            >So all this was actually for real, huh.


                                            >"Um."

                                            >Right.

                                            >Where do you start, again?

                                            >Moondancer takes a step forward, and her sweater-covered crotch practically covers half of your field of vision.

                                            >Your heart starts racing, pumping blood to all the places that matter in this situation.


                                            >All the things you want to do to her emerge out of the depths of your imagination.


                                            >Press your head into her loins, staining both the sweater and your nose...


                                            >Pull her in by her soft, curvy hips, your fingers digging into her yummy buns...


                                            >You can't decide.

                                            >And by the looks of things, neither can she.

                                            >Her hands, probably feeling pretty uncomfortable after being in the same position for all this time, were still half-sunk in her chest.

                                            >You never noticed how curvy your sister is, until now.


                                            >Moondancer takes a deep breath, and opens her mouth, the inside of her small lips dripping with saliva.

                                            >"I'll... S-start, then."

                                            >She spreads her legs wider, and climbs onto your legs.

                                            >You look down, just to see her sweater lifted up from being spread, and notice a bit of lighter-coloured skin sticking out the middle.

                                            >She also notices that.

                                            >And blushes, hard.

                                            >Before pushing the bottom of her sweater down.

                                            >Killjoy.


                                            >With her hands already at the needed height, Moondancer hastily tries to unzip your pants.

                                            >One of her fingers lightly touches your already anticipating tip through your jeans, sending a little shock down your spine and chest.


                                            >When your pants are undone, she remembers about the existence of the button.

                                            >And undoes it, on the third attempt.

                                            >Her eyes widen when she sees the tent rise from being released from the prison that are tight trousers.

                                            >Both her hands pull your boxers down, and release your Little Anon.


                                            >She gasps, increasing your mental ego points a bit more.

                                            >The total's finally out of the negative.

                                            >You smirk like a proper piece of shit, glancing over at her beet red face.

                                            >But she gets the better of you, and scores a gasp from you too.


                                            >Her cold, small hands clasp your dick a little too hard.

                                            >She does notice the crooked smile you develop, and loosens her grip a bit.

                                            >You feel the two ice cubes go down the shaft, and you finally get some sort of relief for your tensed up muscles.

                                            >This sure does feel kinda different to when you do it yourself.

                                            >Up and down, up and down, your sister's little hands bringing you waves of pleasure with each stroke.

                                            >You look her in the face, 'cause that's not creepy, r-right?...

                                            >But she seems to be entirely focused on the hypnotizing movements that she's making instinctively at this point.


                                            >So you decide to spice it up a bit.

                                            >Your hands, like two snakes, make their way under her prickly old sweater and grasp the smooth skin of her butt.

                                            >"Eep!"

                                            >You pull her in closer to you.

                                            >Your cheek now feels the firmness of her cheek, as well as the hot, moist breath directed at your ear.

                                            >The smell of her rarely washed hair overpowers you, and you feel the seed coming up the stem, Moondancer's strokes getting it up further and further, before...

                                            >You stop her.

                                            >Catch her hands mid-stroke.


                                            >"Uh?"

                                            >You guess she's not exactly experienced with this sort of thing.

                                            >Oh, little sis, you still have so much to learn.


                                            >You take a deep whiff of her hair one last time, and distance your face from hers.

                                            "Let's not ruin your only sweater, hmm?"

                                            >She looks at you, wide eyed, and back at your throbbing cock, and back at you.

                                            >"Y-yeah."


                                            >Then she realises what you meant.

                                            >"Wait, what?"

                                            >But you were faster than that.

                                            >Grabbing the corners of her sweatshirt, you forcefully pull it up, exposing her fleshy body, and get her tits to bounce up and down her chest, only resting when she realises what happened.


                                            >You examine her again.

                                            >Well, you've surely never seen your sister like this.

                                            >Sweat sparkling on her skin, her moist lips looking straight at you, and her chest bags, sagging a bit with their cute perky nipples just pulling you towards them.

                                            >Your dick's had the time to cool off for a bit while she was still in shock.

                                            >"Anon..."

                                            >Her current disbelief can't even let her cover herself up, so her arms awkwardly hang in the air, moved by the loose sleeves of her sweater getting pulled off of them.


                                            >You could exploit this situation, you thought to yourself.

                                            >So you did.

                                            >By grabbing her plump butt again (not forgetting to give it a good firm squeeze), and pulling her in even closer to you.

                                            >The front of her vulva is now pressing against your hot dick.

                                            >The slipperiness of it just invited you in to take a look.

                                            >Your snaky fingers come into play again, pulling her lips apart from the back and teasing her more and more.

                                            >You're not done yet, though.

                                            >Stretching her thighs out, you pull her up on the chair so that her weak spot is right above your cock.


                                            >She pulls you into a soft embrace.

                                            >It's soft mostly because of her jugs pressing against your face.

                                            >You rub your face in the soft skin covering the, arguably, best part of a woman.

                                            >Your mouth insctincively finds the firm nipple and starts sucking on it.

                                            >Moondancer gasps, shivering in your face.


                                            >Time to get to the meat.


                                            >You start slowly lowering her, being careful to line up the shot.

                                            >The moistness and heat radiating from the hole guides you, while your sis's sighs and deep breaths guide your tongue around her soaked wet nipple.

                                            >Suddenly, you both feel contact.

                                            >And the both of you begin getting into a more comfortable spot, Moondancer by adjusting her knee on your chair, and you by getting into a lie-down position.


                                            >Without stopping stimulating her, you look at Moondancer one more time, just to confirm if she's ready.

                                            >She looks back at you with heart-shaped pupils and gives you a nod.

                                            >So you release her thighs, and thrust yourself into the wetness.

                                            >You slip in for about an inch, before meeting an impenetrable barrier.


                                            >...


                                            >Of course she's a virgin.

                                            >A really hot and intimacy-deprived virgin.

                                            >You push one last time, doing what many men before (and probably after) you will only dream of.


                                            >"Aah!"

                                            >With a schlick and a slap, she takes almost all of you in one go, launching your sis into a sex craze.

                                            >Her eyebrows shoot up, mouth opens, dripping saliva (and her tongue) and letting out a moan of pleasure from the depths of her throat.

                                            >Her thighs harden up.

                                            >She collapses onto you, almost drowning your face in her breasts.

                                            >Not that you'd be against it.


                                            >Their smell is just killing you, in a good way.

                                            >It's her familiar musk, and something else, the same "something else" that you've caught a whiff of earlier.


                                            >Moondancer's lower parts begin riding you along your full length, slowly coming up to your tip, before crashing back down with a lustful moan accompanying every one of those actions.

                                            >You don't get to even react before all this sends you over the edge.

                                            >You grab your sis's hips yet again, and push as far into her as you possibly can.

                                            >Your throbbing cock launches thick blobs of cum, firmly pressed against her cervix.

                                            >Her moans stop, turning into deep, long gasps.


                                            >You decide to stay like this for a while.

                                            >"Y-you just came inside me, didn't you?..."

                                            >You did, didn't you.

                                            >It sure is gonna be a fun year.