Of Course

“Yes,” you **** out. Lucy grins.

“Yes what?”

“Yes… please?” you add, and Lucy tilts her head, that cruel smirk only growing.

“Good girl.”

The first kiss is soft, surprisingly gentle, almost tender. Lucy’s full lips meet yours, and immediately her taste is intoxicating, strawberries and bubble gum and fruity wine. You moan against her mouth, hands reaching up, grabbing her sides, and Lucy breaks away suddenly. Now it’s her turn to be red in the face. Both of you breathe deeply, still only inches apart.

“I- I’m sorry,” you gasp. “Shouldn’t’a touched you without-”

And Lucy interrupts you with another kiss, her mouth crashing against yours- open now, her pink tongue pushing between your lips, sliding into your open mouth, wet and warm- and you moan again, the heat within you pounding and painful, your tongue dancing with your sister’s-

And this time she’s the one who can’t keep her hands to herself. She keeps touching you, all over, starting with your trim stomach and moving to your arms, your shoulders, your neck, then down to your uncovered breasts-

“Please,” you moan when you break away just for a second of air, and Lucy gives your tits a rough squeeze as she tackles you back onto the bed, landing on top of you with her body soft and warm against yours, and you can’t help but melt into her mouth-

And then her fingers reach into your dripping pussy, and you see stars.