Maybe DC Sluts are Better than Marvel?

You have chosen Grace Caroline Curry as your older more mature sister. The story starts with you and her arguing over which superhero universe has the hottest females, until she leaves the room. Thinking that you've won, you turn on the television to watch some clips of Black Widow's cleavage. But unbeknownst to you she returns wearing the Mary Marvel suit from Shazam 2.

"So…you still think one of those Marvel Sluts are hotter?!" Grace asks, strutted her stuff before striking a pose. Which showcased her more than average cleavage and her talk of the town ass to you.

You've heard the rumors at school about her ass, but you didn't think much of it until she wore that suit showing her in a different light than before; a hotter, sexual light. Realizing that you almost drooled you turned around to focus back on to the video.

Not wanting her to rub it in your face that she did indeed bring out that suit with her figure, you proceeded to ignore her. Despite everything in you wanting to rip off her clothes and her way with your sister. "Eh, I've seen better."

"What the fuck?! I stole this outfit just to impress you!"Grace's voice is filled with anger and frustration as she stalks towards you, her eyes narrowed with a fierce glint. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as she stands before you, her body language radiating aggression and possessiveness. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she leans forward, her cleavage thrusting towards you.

"I know it makes my boobs look great and my ass even better so cum the fuck on and admit your sister is the hottest super hero!"Grace's voice is laced with a sultry tone as she continues to taunt you, her body language becoming more aggressive with each passing moment. You can feel your heart racing as she stands before you, her eyes locked onto yours. You can see the passion in her gaze, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

Deciding to act cool, you continue your act of ignoring her, despite having her cleavage in front of your face. Pretending to pay attention to Scarlett Johansson's breasts instead of your sister's. "Well all those 'Marvel sluts' get their tits out on screen already but not you ... so I'm afraid they still win out sis..."

In response to this, Grace rolls her eyes and crosses her hands under her bust, lifting them up a little more to make them more bigger than they actually were. “Come on… don’t be a pervert!”

"Pervert ? I'm not the one fishing for compliments from my own brother here ... not that you'd get one anyway. You're too much of a prude compared to the marvel gals" you responded back, your voice laced with disdain as you continue to ignore Grace's advances.

She gawks at you calling her out. “I’m not a prude! I…” she blushes and shakes her head a little. “And I’m not fishing for compliments either… I’m trying to make sure my little brother has good taste… which clearly isn’t true.”

"Well your little brother has a taste for some good tits . But like I said you're too much a prude to show yours off anyway so it's not like anyone will ever get to see what you 'taste' like ..."She blushes, looking away from you, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“It’s… fine! You just need to see my tits right? Fine...pervert.” She responds, rather rashly as she puts a hand over her tits, squeezing and rubbing them back and forth to entice you further. “Just ask me to see them first!”

"Well it's just not your tits that I need... but it would be a start towards convincing me . I mean you do want to convince me right?" Grace rolls her eyes, before nodding. You can feel your heart racing as she stands before you, her body language becoming more aggressive with each passing moment. Her hands are now cupped over her breasts, making her cleavage more prominent.

“Yeah…I guess that makes sense.” she says before reaching back to her outfit, trying to take the suit off. “Fuck… this thing is so difficult to get off!” But even in her **** attempts, it wouldn't come off. You continue watch as Grace struggles with the suit, her body language becoming more frustrated with each passing moment. Not before long she gives up, her breasts jiggling for a bit before standing back in place. Her eyes flicker towards you once again, and you can see the excitement in them in that moment to feel her brother's hands all over her cleavage.

Getting up from off the couch, you decide to be the nice brother for once and help her out with her situation. "Here, let me help you" You say before reaching over to help Grace unzip her outfit.

Taking your sweet time to feel each part of her lovely curves. As you feel Grace's body beneath your hands, you can feel the heat radiating off of her skin. Her body language is soft and inviting, and you can tell that she's enjoying the attention you're giving her. You take your time, exploring every inch of her body with your hands. Mom must have given her the curves in the family.You thought. Because there's no way you were given them in any way shape or form other than what's packing down there. "Can you hurry up?!" She barked.

"Jeez, someone took the wrong cup of coffee this morning." You say getting back to unzipping her suit. But despite your best effort, the thing was practically glued onto her, refusing to come off of her bulumpcious body. You could feel that it was a tight fit around her heavy curves as she begins to heavily blush from the zipper finally giving in to come down. You made it near her ass before she suddenly stops you midway down.