Standard fuck procedure

"Let me ask you a question, Gemma. Do you have a standard fuck procedure?"

Gemma widens her eyes and although she knows you are trying to be funny, she lowers her head in embarrassment. Regardless, she answers your question, knowing exactly what "catching up" means. She figured it would come to this, but not this soon.

"N-no."

You grin as she follows you into your "room." You find yourself wanting to redden her face even further.

"Then we'll have to make one up, won't we? Since you're the police girl, you should be the one to define it."

Gemma quivers and grows nervous, but she can't disobey your suggestion.

"U-uh...well, a hug would be a good start," she begins.

You nod your head, your cock quivering in anticipation. "Okay, okay. We've already done that."

Gemma frowns but continues. "...T-then, a kiss would--Umph!"

Without delay, you take her into your arms and kiss her, leaning down to match her height. She shivers, and you can feel the warmth coming off her crotch as your tongue intertwines with hers. She utters several grunts as you remain attached to her, even taking a moment to grab a boob and feel it up.

After thirty seconds or so you pull away, and she falls to her knees shaking as her libido reaches the peak of what she can handle.

"Next?" You breathe out slowly, feeling your heart pumping faster.

Gemma is panting too. "Th-then... Then... P-please just fuck me already!"

You grin and scoop her into your arms, causing her to yelp. You carry her to the bedside, then let her go. She bounces a little on the spring bed, letting out another gasp as she stares up at you. Once she comes to her senses, she begins tugging at her pants, desperately trying to get them off.

"It sounds like we're breaking procedure here," you comment as you assist her in pulling down her pants. Her panties are soaking wet.

"I don't care anymore," she exclaims as you tug the panties off and throw them to the floor, revealing her dripping pussy.

"So... Fuck the police?"

"Fuck the police!"

You can tell that Gemma's done with the questions and foreplay. The poor girl has been tortured by Melanie's care and your teasing, but it doesn't look like she dislikes it... How could she? This is probably more stimulation than she's ever received in her life.

As you position your hard, twitching cock between her legs, she tenses up and grips the sheets. Even when you push yourself inside her warm wetness, she still looks up at you like a puppy, and you can't bring yourself to get rough straightaway.

Slowly you begin to move your hips, and Gemma lets out small, sweet moans as the rest of her body jiggles, particularly her large chest. You lean down and grasp both tits in your hands, feeling them up while sighing with satisfaction.

"Gemma... You're so much tighter than I thought you'd be..."

She squirms at first but soon eases into your rhythm, loosening her grip on the sheets and raising her arms with a beautiful smile.

"H-hug me again. W-we... Ah! I want another one!"

You scream in your mind, unable to do anything but please her. "You're such a cute little sister!"

"J-John... Aaah!"

Leaning further forward, you thrust a little faster and lie fully on top of her. Your larger body covers her entirely, and the way her large chest jiggles near your stomach is beyond comforting. You just want to eat her up!

Downstairs, Melanie and Erica are both listening to the moans of the "siblings" above them. As the voluptuous mother holds her new daughter tightly, she bites her lip, unable to think of anything but you. All the love and pleasure you're giving Gemma, she wants for herself.

As for Erica, hearing her friend and cousin making love only adds to her growing arousal as she suckles on her mother's chest with ferocity, milk dripping down her body and all over the couch.