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Chapter 5 by Murakami Murakami

Like what?

Pleasantly Distracted

Matt didn't finish that thought, because as he turned around, he realized that his room wasn't the way he left it. For one, it was about twice as big. For another, a large king sized bed had replaced his, there were extra dressers, a vanity... and Clair, sitting sideways at her desk, naked from the waist down, reading a book with one hand while the other worked a large double ended dildo into and out of her bare cunt.

As he came in, she looked up, not stopping her self-pleasure. "Something wrong, bro?" she asked, turning towards him slightly and spreading her long, toned legs even further apart, nonchalantly making sure he had the best possible view of her pistoning the plastic cock into and out of her clearly wet hole.

"Um, ah... Nnno... Nothing..." Matt said, captivated by the sight of his sister, a real girl, sitting there and nonchalantly fucking herself while they talked, something he had only before seen on a computer screen. At this point, he pretty much gave up on looking for any sense in the situation. Almost since he had gotten home, it had been one thing after another. 'When in Rome...' he thought. "I just need to unpack," he said, gesturing weakly toward his bags, which were by his original dressers, now moved next to the door.

Clair shrugged and went back to reading, while Matt, his eyes never leaving the junction of her legs, tried to unpack blind. He nearly fell over several times, and did fall over when a particularly loud scream of pleasure came through the door, although he couldn't tell whose it was. His dick had been rock solid the whole time, and was making his pants quite uncomfortable. Finally finished, he sat down on the bed next to Clair, felling the bed move slightly in time with her steady thrusting.

"You done unpacking, bro?" Asked Clair. "I'm kinda sleepy; I think it's time for bed. Can you give me a hand?"

"Um yeah, sure, I'm done over here," replied Matt, his eyes still glued to her privates as he stared at her cunt lips alternately stretching and caving in on the dildo, not really paying attention to what she had said.

What kind of hand does she need?

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