Sarah

Sam looked up at his sister from the floor. Currently, she wore some baggy sweat pants and a white tank top that allowed Sam to see her hardening nipples. Then, Sarah’s gaping mouth morphed into a slight smirk.

Immediately remembering that he was in a different body and was covered in cum, Sam tried to explain himself. But the moment he opened his mouth, Sarah pressed her foot onto Sam’s mouth.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? A cute little futanari got a little too excited, huh?”

Sam couldn’t understand why his sister was taking this so easily. And where was this dominant side of her coming from?

Unable to speak with the foot pressing on his mouth, Sam found himself nodding. Wait, what? He had meant to shake his head!

Smirking, Sarah shifting to stick her big toe into Sam’s mouth, which he began to suck against his will.

Sarah moaned from Sam’s ministrations. “That’s right. Who’s a good little futanari? You are girl.”

Sam found the praise made him excited, despite the wording. One word particularly stuck out to him. Girl? No she was a boy… right?