More Please

"Why so soon?" she says, spreading her legs and stroking her sex. You goggle at her, then feel ashamed and embarrassed. This is your sister, dude.

"I want more," she breathes. Stroke.

Your voice comes out as a squeak. "More?"

"Yes. Turn me back. Put me in the fridge. With the other eggs. Leave me there." Each phrase accompanies a stroke.

Your brain is melting. "Leave you there?"

She snaps out of her reverie and sits up, her breasts wobbling delightfully (stop it!) as she does.

"Of course! Do you even have any words of your own?"

"My own...I mean...yes!"

She sighs. "So what's your hangup if I'm okay with it?"

"It's just that you could break!"

Eyes closed and smile dreamy, she shudders. "Mmmmm...that's the whole point, dummy. The danger is....delicious...thrilling. You need to relax. Here, I'll help."

She reaches over and picks up the egg, holding it out for you. You reach for it, but she pulls it back. She shakes her head and waggles a finger at you, then points at the calculator. You point it at the egg and push a button.

She smiles and brings the egg to her mouth. Slowly, sensuously, she licks it all over. She lowers the slick egg to her crotch and presses it gently to her sex. Her mouth forms an O of pleasure as she applies gradually more and more pressure until the egg pops into her vagina and disappears inside of her.

With a sigh of pleasure, she rocks forward onto her knees, holding her hand against herself to keep the egg inside. She reaches out with her other hand to take your free hand, which she guides into position, replacing hers.

You find yourself standing in the kitchen, in front of your beautiful, naked younger sister, who is on her knees on the kitchen table. You hand is cupped on her genitals, your fingers near her asshole and your palm against her slick, shaved sex. She reaches down and takes your hand in both of hers and begins rubbing it against herself. You get the idea and help. Soon her breathing is heavy and ragged. In a panting voice, she gasps "Now! Do it now!"

You point the calculator at her an push the button. Your sister's body suddenly vanishes as she once again becomes an egg.

You stand and stare for minute at Zoe: tiny, smooth, extraordinarily fragile, and entirely in the palm of your hand. It would be so easy to crush her. Or just eat her.