You beg her for forgiveness.

You are pretty sure you don't actually get a say in the matter, but in the off chance it wasn't a rhetorical question, you drop to your knees and prostrate yourself at your sadistic sister's feet. "Please SMOOCH forgive SMACK me." You plant pleading kisses between plaintive prostration. Ella doesn't say anything, but she doesn't stop you either. "I KISS promise SMOOCH never SMACK to SHHLP snoop SLURP again. Please LICK don't SUCK tell."

Chaste kisses give way to slobbery sucking as you sink deeper into submission. You take one toe after another into your mouth, kissing and licking and sucking them through her fishnet hose. You move up her foot to her calves, "I'll KISS do LICK anything SLURP to SHHLP make SUCK it SSSLP up LAP to SMOOCH you." Emma stifles a moan, but still doesn't say a word. You kiss your way up her thighs, woefully inexperienced, but so eager and earnest that she let's you work your way up to her glistening mound.

Emma seems to remember that she's supposed to be torturing you, because she manages a whimpery, "Whuh whu MOAN wai-" but you aren't through apologizing yet. You kiss her lips lightly, whispering apologies between pecks. You run your tongue up and down her wetness, cleaning her thoroughly and making her messier by way of apology. You slip your tongue inside her, trying to find the words that will make her forgive you, or at least the spot that will melt the cold cruelty she has shown you since she knew well enough to be embarrassed of you. You find something, because before you know it, Emma is grabbing your head and burying it as deeply between her thighs as it can go.

"Fuck! Why'd OOH you have to be so MOAN fucking NNH cute? Why did UH UNH you have AH AAAH to have such a WHIMPER nice tongue? God GUH dammit, you're OOOH going UNNH to AH AH AH make MOAAAN me PANT cum OOOOO you fuckEEEEEEEEEEE!" Emma explodes all over your face and pushes you away. You crash to the floor and look up at her panting and pleading with your eyes. You see a familiar look of frustrated fury in them, the look you always get when she remembers her twin is a lame loser. But there is something else in them this time too...lust.

"I can't believe you made me cum! Also, it is so not fair to keep that tongue a secret all this time! Hmmph!" She pouts prettily and you know you are in trouble. That's the look she always uses to get exactly what her twisted little heart desires, and what she desires at the moment, is you. She walks over towards her bed, bending over to tease you with a glimpse of her gorgeous glutes, knowing you are still straining in her panties.

She picks up her strap on and you realize too late the awful inevitability of this moment. You were scared out of your mind and maybe the molly was already fucking with your head, but how did you let your sister dress you up like a slut and think it would lead to anything but getting fucked with Checkov's rubber cock?

But maybe you can still turn the tables? Maybe it's not too late to avoid ending up as a lil' sis'sy slut **** to your twisted sister? Or do you even want to try breaking free of her seductive spell? It's all been fun so far, right?