Bad Influence

Faith was out getting groceries; Douglas had just put his son down for a nap when Faith's sister, Jenny, entered the house, knowing that Faith tended to keep it unlocked. She made herself a daiquiri, and propped her feet up on the table.

While Faith was more innocent and naive, Jenny was the bad girl. She'd dropped out her senior year and made her living on the pole. She'd already bought a pair of DDs, and her bottle blonde hair was a stark contrast to Faith's dark red hair. She was inked and pierced, in ways visible and not. She was wearing daisy dukes, and a tank top that showed off her curves, and was cut off to show her firm midriff.

"Hey stranger," Jenny said, smirking when Douglas was startled by her surprise appearance.

"Jesus, Jenny," Douglas complained. "I keep telling Faith to lock the door."

"And she keeps ignoring you. Here, why don't you sit back and let Jenny destress you some." Douglas looked at her warily, then sat down in his recliner. Instead of a neck rub, Jenny plopped herself down on his lap, starting to grind against him.

"You know, you fucked up," she whispered. "Could have had me all to yourself, but you went with that fat cow of a sister of mine."

She took the cherry out of her drink, plopping it stem and all into her mouth, as she ground into Douglas. She could feel that small white pecker getting stiff, and she gave him the full treatment, rubbing her young fake tits against him, placing his hands on her ass, round with implants. When he came in his pants, she smirked, and pulled a tied cherry stem out of her mouth.

"You picked the wrong fucking sister, Douglas. See you around."