Confront that ass

you snuck up behind your sister quite conspicuously, whether Sarah noticed or not, she took no time to turn around and instead allowed the loud vacuum to continue to devour the carpet dust.

With your hands wrapped around Sarah's midriff you pressed your crotch into her butt cheeks, allowing yourself to be wrapped in the elasticity of her jean-covered butt. It elicited a clenched moan from the party girl.

it seemed your dear sister wanted to avoid acknowledging your owner ship.

As you placed your hands over her crotch, you happen to feel vibrations coming from it.

A thought came to you that perhaps your Sarah's **** to acknowledge your ownership was that your sister was using it and also that Sarah regular stole things from you. with that you felt that an appropriate punishment was in stock. with a single hand raised high into the air a load slap came followed quickly by a loud squeaky yelp.

as the party girl swerved her chest to look at you, your sister's usual cheeky face and sharp smug eyes was broken with a red blush, lightly gasping breaths, and nervous wide eyes somewhat like a horny deer caught in headlights in an illicit relationship with a hairy moose named 'ben'.

You had never seen her this embarrassed and horny side of her, it made you hold on to her tighter as if you were trying to etch your rising cock into her pussy.

"hey big sis"

"yes lil' bro?"

"I didn't think you would be using my pussy this way" you said as you patted her privates.

"I was just, uhm, I can use what I want..." her words trailed into quiet defeat. It seemed like Sarah didn't know what to say. But you answered by pulling down her shorts, eliciting another yelp as well as a shameful cover up as she tried to hide the small pink wire string that seemed to climb up to a small vibrating nub within Sarah's blue panties. however you were a little surprised it seemed that your sister had repossessed your mother's string panties. you would know because you often had peeking sessions.

your sister bent down trying to pull up her hotpants. Just before you could pull on the lace you heard tell-tale sounds of your mother's key jingle, stopping you from committing to any more actions. quickly you and Sarah began to clean up the house as best you can, dumping left over food and tossing dirty and grimy plates into the white dish washer.