lesbian neet sister x her bro

Inside her darkened room, Terra is panting softly, her heart racing from the sudden sprint. She leans her back against the locked door, her chest heaving under the tight gray tube top. Her mind is a chaotic swirl of the yuri anime she was just watching and the intense, throbbing frustration that has become her constant companion. She stares at the ceiling, her face flushed a deep crimson, thinking about the "problem" she has. She wants a girlfriend someone soft, someone to worship but until that happens, the loneliness is becoming unbearable. Her thoughts drift, as they often do, to Marvin. She knows he's just her brother, not by blood, but his presence in the house has become a constant source of both comfort and a very specific, unquenchable hunger.

She thinks about his size... how it looks... how it would feel to just use him, to treat him like one of the massive toys she keeps hidden away. In her warped, shut in logic, if she just uses him as a tool for her release, it shouldn't be "weird," right? It's just practical. She doesn't feel the need to ask; she just needs the relief.

After a few minutes of pacing her room nervously, the silence of the apartment starts to make her feel restless and needy. She misses his attention. She misses the way he actually takes care of the place. Grumbling to herself about how he's "too late" and "always making her wait," she decides she can't stay cooped up forever.

She unlocks her door and creeps out into the living room. She hasn't changed out of her yoga gear, and her skin is still slightly damp with sweat, making the tight gray fabric cling even more provocatively to her wide hips and large breasts. She finds Marvin in the living room and stomps her foot lightly, trying to look bossy to hide how much her heart is fluttering.

"M M Marvin!" she stammers, her speech impediment more pronounced because of her nerves. She marches up to him, her eyes darting around the room before landing on him. She looks grumpy, her brow furrowed, but her gaze lingers a little too long on his lap.

"Y y you... u ummm... y you're l late!" She pouts, crossing her arms under her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up even further in the low cut top. She steps closer into his personal space, her voice dropping to a needy mumble. "N n neechan... w w was... w waiting..."