Reporting back to Amelia

When you enter Amelia's room it is already late in the evening. She lies on her bed lazily, playing some videogame on a big TV, naked except for a loose t-shirt.

"So, how was it?" She ask with a playful voice, barely hearable over the sound of brutal carnage that comes from the TV.

"What?" You ask.

"My sis' cunt, silly! Was it tight or squishy?"

You try to answer something, still not fully assimilating that you are talking to your secret half-sister, but you only manage to mumble. The secrets that Lily told you are still too recent for you to fully accept them, and the constant arousal that you get for working in this house is too much for you to take in, you haven't even had time to think about the fact that you need to lie to this woman now, and lying is bad: that's not what a pure boy would do, but you promised Lily, and she was nice, and her boobs were nice too.

"Oh, for god's sake." She ends up saying, slightly annoyed. She then moves the controller to her side and spreads her legs wide for you to see. She directly points to her beautiful folds, which have already a wet glister, that she even seems to be proud of. "These lips: were they tight and close as mine or were they spread and opened, like this?" She spread her outer lips to show you what she means.

"I... I..."

"You, you, I know. Tell me, these other lips, were they symmetric or was the labia a little curved or hanging?"

You know better than to directly lie to a woman like her, but as you look into her expecting eyes, the real question comes to you clear as glass of shiny water. Suddenly you know exactly what to say to her, what she wants to hear.

"Yours look better."

Amelia's lips transform into a confident smile, and her hands leave her intimate parts, pleased with your words.

"Aren't you a wicked charmer...?" She says. "Come here." She goes back to her game and for a moment she seems to care more about it than you. At first you sit innocently at the edge of the bed, but she would not let you escape that easily. "Lie with me. I want your bulge right here." She points right next to her head with her usual smugness. You do not dare to disobey her and lie by her side, she moves her cushion and moves so that her head rest just beside your still covered but sinfully hard cock, so close to her mouth again.

You watch her play in silence for a time. She controls a knight-man lost in a really hostile and dark enviroment.

"Is it fun?" You ask trying to not think about her close body, of how warm it feels.

"Yeah, is good." She says while dodging the attack of another big knight.

"What's it about?" You ask.

"I don't know, the world is ending or something, and you are an undead knight and there is this queen Gwyn, who is an asshole, and you have to gid gud or something."

"You play as a man?"

"Yeah, well you can choose, Most don't like to play with a man, but I am of the opinion that if I'm going to expend a hundred hours looking at someone's ass, it better be an ass that I like... Also, you guys have so much more varied dresses." She briefly turns to you and blinks playfully. She kills the other knight and screams with delight. "Yeah, fuck you, you fucking spammer!"

She then suddenly drops the controller and turns her head, her victory makes her ravenous, she undoes the laze covering your innocence with fast and expert hands and she then smashes her face against your cock, sniffing the smelly stench with even more intensity than she did this morning and producing a primal and gutural moan. "Mmmm... my dirty boy." She then looks at you with an smug smile. "You smell the same, silly. I knew you didn't fuck her."

"Well..."

"Did she make you eat her then? How did she tasted? Was it the usual fishy or was it more like sushi?" Her hand is jerking you again, with slow and teasing movements, her eyes are worryingly aggressive and seem to pierce your very soul from behind your cock. "Tell me."

"We... we didn't."

"Then what the hell did you do? You were in her room for four hours!" Her hand squeezes your dick with a little too much strength.

"We... we kissed!" You admit as you tell to yourself that's technically not a lie.

"A kiss?" Amelia's hand goes soft on you again, and for a moment you see an strange shadow crossing her eyes, an unexpected sight of jealousy. She smiles then, a victor's smile, her wicked mind already scheming something nefarious. "So... my little sis is in love... How very, very... cute."