Sophie Smiles~ Incest Queen

Just an fyi, one of my lovely readers tugged my heartstrings, one thing led to another, so there is now a T4T version of ‘Too Far Goon?’ 💕

I also want to affirm: if you envision any of my characters as trans, regardless of how I’ve described them, I love you, thank you for such a high honour 💕

Hiiii
Please help me cover the last bit of the gap 🖤🖤

Anything at all helps!

I wonder how people will react to chapter 119. That's going to be a divisive one.

sis? let me take care of you, okay? just relax into my arms. don't think about anything, just focus on my voice. isn't this better, baby? i know, right? i needed this so badly too. letting everything else go, just holding you. my sweet little sister slash girlfriend...oh shush, i am being quiet~

“Someone woke up wound up~” she smirks over her shoulder, before leaning her head back, eyes closed as she loses herself in the moment.

WD?

She grips your sides hard as she reaches the hilt of your cock, vibrating so hard it is having *an effect* on you. She looks up through the mess of hair across her face. She manages a smile.

“Guess we’re really in this together now cuz?”

WD? (Replies may be delayed)

She cries out as you stretch her, her legs like jelly as she tries to adjust, her breathing extremely heavy now. Her face flushed and hair a mess, she eases herself onto you a fraction of an inch at a time.

WD?

“If, that’s what you want.” She says, her eyes moving back to your cock. She stands up, moving to in front of you, and stands legs astride yours. The head of your cock is less than thirty centimetres from her opening.

WD?

She’s panting now, and her eyes are almost as large as the throbbing cock before her. Almost. She looks between it, and you.

“Do, do you want me to, touch you?”

WD?

Two pieces made for one another. Her body pressed against yours, at your mercy, her trust in you absolute. Her moans are sweet love letters down your throat, and with them, the release of tension you never knew lay within her. She is butter beneath your fingers.

WD

“We had a bunch of stuff in the fridge that needed using up, so I just threw in whatever looked good. If you can put it on rice it counts as food right?”

It’s an, interesting mix. Your sister is someone who “cooks from the heart,” but she’s yet to miss so far.

WD?

She gyrates her hips, gentle and more a rocking motion, kissing your fingertips with her yearning.

WD?

“And deny you this view?~” Kathrine gives a playful wiggle. “And I only got burned that one time. I don’t remember you complaining about kissing it better”

WD?

All those memories, when your family would come together to celebrate your birthdays together come flooding back. Sharing those celebrations brought you so much closer than typical cousins. You just fit together in a way beyond words.

She parts her legs without protest.

WD?

You stand in the doorway to the kitchen, perhaps just admiring her nude form over the stove. After a while she notices you, turning and flashing you that grin that does things to you no one else can match.

“Hey, nice to see you ‘up’.” She says with a giggle.

What do?

“How long, have you wanted this…” she tries to ask between noises of pleasure as you explore her body. You notice her legs are a little more parted, knees quivering.

WD?

The breeze from an open window feels nice on your bare skin, as you saunter into the kitchen. The sounds of cooking come into clearer focus, as you see a familiar figure, working hard making food. But who is it?

She sits naked now as you explore her body, shivering in response to your touch, arching her back as you taste her skin. There’s an electricity to the shivers of her skin now, static against your lips.

WD?

“I knew you were looking…” she breathes into your lips. “It’s ok…”

She shivers under your touch

WD?

“Anything…” she says in a breathy voice. You can’t ever know feel the heat from her grow, her breath, the skin beneath your fingertips

Welcome Player Two.

You find yourself in a bedroom, one you know well. There’s Saturday sunlight streaming in though the window. You are still dressed in whatever you slept in the pervious night. Downstairs you can hear someone moving about.

What do you do?

“Mm…” The soft little noise escapes her as she accepts the brush of lips. They’re smooth, a little chaffed, a little trembly as she tries to match your movements.

WD?

“I trust you.”

WD?

Your hand has come to rest at her waist above the hip, and just above the hem of the shirt. She does not seem to react to this.

WD?

After a while, she puts her head on your shoulder. She’s breathing softly, her chest in slow rise and fall, the shirt ridden up around her stomach

WD?

She eventually makes her way back to the sofa.

WD?

She eventually releases from your arms, less trembly. She looks a little sweaty, the shirt again clinging to her. She takes a gulp of air, lets it’s out, and looks up into your eyes.

“Thank you… I missed how safe you always made me feel…”

WD?

“I, can we just, stay like this a little longer? I, I promise I will tell you everything when I can. I’ll do whatever you want other than that, just, trust me for now…”

WD?

She remains as she was.

WD

She’s shaking a little less, her head rested against your collarbone. She’s still not doesn’t speak, but you can tell she is listening

WD?