Rose

"You can talk?!" you say in shock as the tiny fairy smiles and you and absentmindedly plays with her left nipple.

"Of course I can, dummy!" she squeaks and giggles, "Haven't you ever met a sex fairy before?"

"Uh..."

"Never mind. Stupid question," she says, waving her free hand in the air, as if wiping the question from the record, "So? What do you want to do? How about that chick downstairs? She looked hot."

"What do you mean? Rose? Hot?" you're still dumbfounded that this conversation is even happening.

"I know, right? Soooooo hot!" the fairy's hand drops from her nipple and slides down to her clitoris, "Like, those tits, and those lips. I didn't get a good look at it because she was sitting, but how's her ass?"

"Rose's ass? I mean..."

"Doesn't matter. I can fix it if we need." the fairy's wings begin to beat and she lifts from the dresser, her hand furiously masturbating, "I'll get a start on it. Meet you downstairs, boss!"

In a flash, the fairy has flown through the wall, leaving you alone in the room.

"But," you say, panic in your throat, as you scramble to your feet, pull up your pants, and rush out of the room, "she's my sister!"