Deal with your morning wood

Arya's young face is fixed upon your well-toned body as you retrieve your clothes from the floor and a thought flashes through your mind.

This is an opportunity too good to miss.

Placing your clothes in jumbled heap on a table in the corner, you sit yourself on the comforter at the end of the bed. Still naked, the cool breeze plays across your skin as you regard the look on your younger sisters face as she realises the impoliteness of her staring. You wait a second or two before breaking the silence.

"Apologies, little sister, but as is often the case, I've awoken in somewhat of a predicament and I won't currently be able to comfortably get my drawers on over my morning wood. Would you mind if I released my tension before we head down to the training grounds? It won't take long. You can relax just there whilst I sort myself out, sweet thing."

You wait. And wait. And wait. Before she gives the most imperceptible of nods.

Slowly, you take hold of your engorged cock, and fight the urge to ferociously piston it at the sight of your younger sister standing before you.

You begin to raise and lower your hand around your cock as your sister watches. With a slight lick of her lips, her composure quickly returns, but you know you have her.