Rachel's Fun to Bug

Rachel cursing you out and storming off to her room only makes you want to bother her more. Your balls are straining for morning relief, and your younger step-sister clearly does not get enough protein in her breakfast.

You toss a pancake on a fresh plate and jerk your dick over it, squeezing out a huge dollop of precum that almost looks like a heart. You then go up the stairs to Rachel's room. Her door is shut. You bang it open without knocking.

Rachel is wearing a baggy sweater dress and slouchy white socks. She's curled up on a big pouf beanbag chair with her phone. "What the fuck do you want, David? Go do disgusting things with Mel. I have the worst brother and sister in the entire universe!"

"I hate to see my fun-size sister upset. I brought you a peace offering," you bullshit and hold out the plate with the pancake. She looks suspiciously down at the runny white heart on top.

"What's that?"

You shift from foot to foot. It's becoming hard to stand with your morning wood. You need regular relief in the Blowjob Universe. "Whipped cream. Love ya, sis."

Rachel reluctantly takes the plate and the fork. She cuts off a piece of the pancake, swirls it in your precum, and puts it in her mouth. Her facial expression turns delightfully mad. She throws the plate past you, making herself a mess to clean up later. "That's not whipped cream, you fucking asshole! Get lost, David. I have no brother."

This is the perfect time to let your heavy cock spring up and rest it on her shoulder. "But Rachel, I need relief. I was nice to you. Won't you be nice to me?"

Her pout is furious.