A good half of a saturday

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Chapter 11

Our bodies collide quickly and hard in the dim darkness of our room. Rose has a lot of pent up anger, fear and pain to vent and the energy with which she bounces on her tiptoes, crouching on top of me, and catches and responds to my thrusts from below with her body just doesn't seem to let up.

"Fuck you're so tight sis" I moan loudly and feel her sweaty hand on my mouth.

"Shut up" she growls, want to sound angry but can't. Apparently I also have a lot of energy to release, in any case her voice is strained and brittle as I shoot my ass up again and again and sink myself deep into her.

This time it's just fucking. Maybe she's afraid of making love, maybe she just needs to let off some steam. Or she's turned on by my behavior earlier. At some point she takes her hand from my mouth and guides it to her bouncing tits. Her skin glistens in the light of the street lamps outside but before her fingers reach her stiff nipples my hand shoots up.

"Let me do it" I whisper but Rose slaps my hands away and rubs her nipples herself. Fast and hard in small circles. Her face visibly relaxes as she plays with her breasts and her teeth nibble gently on her lower lip while I fuck her like an animal. It's nice to see that Rose can relax. I? I fuck my sister in the dark of our room to get rid of the anger that she must also feel. So far I've been able to endure it well but now that I have a way out, I feel it all the more intensely.

"Is everything okay?" asks my sister and I notice that she is looking at me. Her body is jumping up and down, somehow funny, but her voice sounds worried.

"Yes," I whisper. "You feel so good." She giggles.

"You're already fucking me. No need... ah... to be nice now." Then her eyes open as I stop fucking her. She immediately starts rubbing herself on me to feel me inside her.

"This isn't so I can fuck you," I say seriously. "Rose, you're smoking fucking hot and fucking you is a real pleasure."

"Ooooh how sweet," she hums.

"You're tight and wet, shit, your body is made for my cock." My sister opens her mouth briefly to say something back, probably a bit sassy, ​​as I know her.

"You need this, don't you?" she asks and also stops moving. "Fucking me?"

"I need you," I confess without thinking. Until a few days ago, that would have been my downfall. Rose would have used me mercilessly or thrown me to my mother, or worse, my little sister like a piece of meat to the lion.

"I need you too."

Rose Lynchwood. +3 (PS-36)

Then we look at each other, wait, and I wonder which of us will move first. She grins. I grin. She's still the little bitch, only much, much nicer.

"Here. Come on." She sits up a little and gasps slightly as my cock rubs over her G-spot. Then she takes my hands and brings them to her ass. We look at each other again and I lose myself in her eyes. Just a little, a little bit, but... "Hold me while I get my orgasm."

"And what about meohohoho..." She's really good and my hands bury in the soft flesh of her ass.

"I'm not letting you come in me again," she says in a serious voice. "We don't have the money to keep going to the pharmacy. So..." She leans towards me a little and starts to throw her hips quickly at me. "Give me my orgasm and then... What do you think nutting on my face?"

"Rose I'm coming!" My sister is still a little dazed post orgasm and her lip is all bruised from how hard she bit it. But she reacts quickly, falls hard on me a few more times, lets me penetrate her as deeply as I can, then she stands up, sways slightly, and kneels in front of my cock.

"Paint me white brother" she demands as I take my cock and start to jerk like mad. My whole body stiffens and I reflexively close my eyes, but open them again when I feel my load starting to shoot out of my balls.

God, Rose is so fucking hot. She closes her eyes, comes right up to my cock and flinches hard when I hit her just below her eye. She giggles wildly as if she's laughing at a good joke and I notice that this is the first time she's done this. Then my cum hits her on the forehead and nose while my load runs down her face.

"See?" she asks a short time later and sinks down onto her knees. Naked, sweaty and beautiful, she sits there and runs her finger over her sticky face. "That's better."

"Fuck, you look so hot," I grin and Rose gets on all fours and crawls towards me.

"Then kiss me, brother."

It's been a long time since we played catch and luckily I win. Not because I don't have to kiss her, but because I hear my sister laughing more happily than she has in years.

“Shit.” There are very few moments when I’m really angry, and now is one of those moments. Okay, the fact that my sister fucked me last night helps, but when I see the prices on the beds, my stomach turns. You’re going to pay for that, Mom. No way I’m able to buy my sister a bed. Fuck, no way I’m even capable of buying her a better cushion. What is going on in the world that a pillow can cost so much? Finally, I scrape together the last of my dollar bills and buy her a power bank that she can charge at school and that can operate the lamp on her cell phone at night. At least I can do that for her. Today is Saturday, so I can spend the morning doing something nice for my sister.

Then I’ll have enough money for… I look around. I can’t afford much, but since I’m somehow sure that I won’t get dinner today… Rose is staying with a friend whose family knows what she’s going through. She’ll have enough to eat today. I can't afford this luxury with Lisa or Ryan, otherwise they'll end up at the MCD. So that leaves...

"Milky Heaven?" The shop is new in our mall. A white cloud with an anime cow sitting on it, sucking on a milkshake.

"Hey sir. How are you doing?"

"Fine. Thanks." I ignore the sign, nor do I look at the lady who greets me, but calculate in my head whether I can even afford the sugary drink while counting the last bills in my wallet.

"For real? It doesn't look like it." I raise my head and there she is again. Bella.

Her radiant smile blinds me and it seems as if she's been waiting for me all day.

"Well..." So much friendliness overwhelms me. Shit, it seems so easy to be happy with Bella.

"Let me guess. Hard day?" She looks at me, still grinning cheekily. "I have just the right thing for you. So tell me…” She looks at me conspiratorially. “Are you a big boy?” Her smoky voice is lit up by a bell-like giggle as I just stare at her and she holds up a large and a small cup. This damn bad mood! It’s almost a crime to be so shitty to a girl in such a good mood. Pull yourself together, Finn!

“You would be guessing right,” I say and only then remember to grin. “But no. I’m a little boy right now.” Fuck! What was that! Oh God… Oh no, she’s smiling anyway.

“No problem.” Shit, her smile. Her nose wrinkles every time she pulls the corners of her mouth up and her dark eyes shine through her thick glasses. Bella has that smile that makes you want to pinch her cheek, it looks so cute. “Chocolate or vanilla?”

“Chocolate.”

“Good choice,” she praises me and somehow I feel like I’ve done something good, something right, like building a house or saving the world. _Shit, I can’t even afford a mattress for my sister but this… That feels good. _I watch Bella in fascination as she makes me the milkshake. “Extra chocolate sprinkles for you,” she grins at me as she operates the machine as if she were piloting a spaceship. I watch her hands work, skillful and beautiful and delicate and… “Finn?”

“Hm?” I shake my head, which makes her laugh again. Bella really is a bundle of energy, cheerful sunshine and chocolate.

“What was so stressful about your day?” she repeats the question. I just wave her off casually.

“My sister. She…”

“Rose?”

“You know her?” She holds the cup with both hands… is that a big cup? She holds it with both hands and moves it gently in a circle while she spreads a thick layer of cream on the brown, obviously hot liquid. Her arms press her full, large, bulging breasts...

"From school. My little sister is in her class. She seems nice."

"Your little sister?"

"Your little sister," Bella smirks, then laughs really nicely. A little off in tone, actually, with a little nose and a lot of teeth. It's really sweet. She's a nice girl. Answer the nice girl, you moron!

"Yes. And she's not the problem either. Quite the opposite. We're doing great together. I want to do something nice for her but..." How am I supposed to tell her that at 21 I don't have enough money to buy her a damn mattress?

"What were you thinking of?" Bella asks, checking the cream, shrugging so that her apron moves over her body while adding more cream.

"Something we can..." No! Not that! "Something for her bedroom." That wasn't any better!

"Ooooh," Bella grins and hands me the surprisingly hot hot chocolate milkshake. "A nice brother. I like that.” She winks at me, then leans over the counter, stretches out her arm and my eyes slide over her body to her outstretched finger. “Try the store way down on the right side. I work part-time. I know what the prices can be like here.”

“You don’t say,” I snort and sip my shake. “Holy shit!”

“Good, right?” She folds her arms behind her back and stands on her tiptoes. So much energy in her body, just because I like the shake. Bella is really nice.

“Damn good. Thanks, Bella.” I smile at her and she fake salutes me. “And thanks for the good mood.” She tilts her head briefly, grins and nods.

“No problem.” I wave goodbye to her.

“Hey Finn!” I turn around. “How about paying?”

“Oh shit!” I have to laugh, heartily, freely. “Sorry.” Without thinking, I take out my money and hand it to her.

“You know that I’m charging you for a large shake for the price of a small one?” I just grin sheepishly. “And you still want to leave without paying?”

“I would never do that,” I say, only now realizing that I can’t afford a tip.

“Too bad,” mutters the girl, who is about my age. “Then I would have had to arrest you.”

“Only the police can do that.” I even stick my tongue out at her.

“But they won’t give out the gangsters’ phone number.”

“Wait… what?” But I’m already standing in front of the shop that Bella told me about and… “Fuck!” Okay, it’s not her fault. I bought the power bank and now… with the shake… “Rose is going to kill me.” But somehow I can only laugh about this situation. Shaking my head, I leave the station with a grin on my face, get my bus ticket and wait. I check the time on the MCD and... "Oh yes..."

Michelle Lynchwood / Petplay "Are you my owner?"

- As the subject progresses, he will take on more and more of the personality of a pet and become dependent on the user. Food, care and training fall into the hands of the user.

God little puppy

- The subject develops into a loyal, naive and always cheerful puppy that needs attention, time to play and a guiding hand. It will seek the proximity of the user and stand by him faithfully and loyally. Affection and time together will help it progress in the PS.

Bad little Kitty

- The subject develops into an independent, cheeky and sometimes lazy kitten that wants to be led with the right hand. The subject develops independence and self-confidence that does not depend on the user. Providing food and toys will bind the subject closer to the user.

Okay, that makes sense. I was already wondering if there was a special development for Mom.

So Michelle will either be a kitten with a mind of her own that I can*t train but will be able to punish, or she will be a puppy that respects me and that I can train in the right way with gentle ****.

https://strawpoll.com/ajnE18xB0nW

Those prospects aren't so bad, I decide as the bus turns the corner. I know where I can get something for Rose when I get my money, I can choose Michelle's path, and hey, Bella is really, like, really nice.

Actually, not such a bad half of Saturday.