Plot hole time*Side story*

I missed April Fool's Day *shame*

I get distracted while writing on chyoa mostly because I get horny and jack off, so I decided to write a slightly less steamy side sex story because I'm lazy and just like sex and not plots and magic and it's hard to remember what's going on.

So I just decided to write a very short influenced by other stories sex scene:

Sexy Mcstuffin was dreaming of her brother. After that day when he had really tamed her, she couldn't get off to anything else besides for him. She had broken up with her boyfriend because the dude no longer seemed as impressive, both in dick size and in character.

She licked her lips. Maybe there was something wrong about **** and she was a naughty girl. Well, she was a naughty girl in either case, but she suspected her obsession stemmed from how he had conquered her. She felt needed, loved, fulfilled, complete.

In her current dream, she was currently suspended in mid-air, with numerous vines wrapped tight around her arms and legs. They were violating all her holes at once, while also simultaneously whipping her plush ass cheeks and mercilessly groping and mauling her soft breasts. In reality, unbeknownst to her, she had already begun wetting her bed sheets and her already thin and only slightly opaque night gown was becoming clearer by the minute. Her brother was somehow controlling these vines to control her, tame her. She didn't know why or how, but everything felt so realistic. She opened her eyes and saw her brother, his dick standing at full mast, even larger than the last time she remembered. She gulped out of nervousness and hunger. She croaked, "Please let me service you."

She saw her brother's infuriating smirk. Strange, it looked great on him. He had never dared to smirk at her like that before. What had changed with him? The image of the haughty and smug queen of high school that shamelessly made demands of the her parents and teachers was shattered. Instead, she became what she was, a naive, sexy hole for her master, her brother. Again, she categorically denied the fact that he was her stepbrother turned her on in any way. That'd be ridiculous. She had that much wits and pride left about her.

He stuck his long, hot rod into her mouth, her hands restrained. She moaned, knowing the vibrations would make any man weak in the knees. Her brother's smirk never faltered and she despaired. Was there any way to please her master? She tenderly kissed it, the vines freeing her head so she could please his cock. She felt like a moving tongue, the vines positioning her exactly where her master next wanted to be licked. He let out a low growl, and she felt herself becoming even more wet, the vines teasing her clit, but never entering and providing relief. Her master was pleased with her work. She kissed the tip before carefully swishing her tongue around the head. The vines tightened around her breast, caressing her, showing her her master's love.

She treasured these dreams, writing them down every scrap that she remembered so she could furiously masturbate at every opportunity. It was almost interfering with her life, her infatuation with her brother. Her "private sessions" recorded for her master's possible pleasure had grown to take up an increasingly large portion of her time. If anyone ever caught her, her mouth hanging open on top of one of the second floor math toilets... she'd die from shame. But that only made her more **** to use there. After all, she knew her master had fucked another one of his sluts here. She could practically smell his cum in this place, the thick white substance never quite disappearing. She knew her mother had been getting onto her brother as well....................

Anything with her brother would make her feel the urge to start touching herself. Right now though, she started screaming as the tendrils finally offered her release.