Mitch and Sharon

Mitch and Sharon were as different as night and day. She knew that. They weren't bad people after all. Just different in their interests. Mitch was big and well built, with broad sloping shoulders that exemplified his buff physique. Sharon by comparison could not be more different. Having a different dad meant that while Mitch was a tanned guy with pitch black hair. Sharon was a pale little shortstack with the figure of a pagan fertility idol.

They were both fans of the store for different things, but he'd wanted to take her to this? She was a little taken aback at the idea given their mom's unusually high fertility. Sharon petted her slightly pot belly, breathing heavily as she took off the baggy hoodie she hid her stubbornly porcine physique. She looked up at Mitch, looking for his approval as she massaged the bulge in his jeans.

He was quite big... bigger than she'd imagined and she definitely had the cleavage to make the most of this round. She sandwiched that uncut diamond between her porcelain mounds, biting her lips as she felt his 8 inches warm against her chest.

Her caramel eyes looked uncertain as she began to happily squeeze the shaft between her F cups, tweaking her berry red nips moaning. Trying to sell the experience to her half brother.