Her figure is surprisingly similar to Sophie’s; she’s tall, thin and somewhat fit. “Daddy! You still have to make me cream!” She says, unwrapping her legs from me and sliding out from underneath. But she eventually stirs, and sits back up. Once again, it’s all I can do to not cum right then and there, but I push on. I originally became attracted to her because she always seemed pure and innocent, free from the corruption of the world. I fling off the sheets and turn my body so that my legs are hanging over the side of my bed, facing her. “David?” My sister calls from downstairs. Besides, I have plenty of girth. You still have to make me cream!” She says, unwrapping her legs from me and sliding out from underneath. I feel the coldness seeping into my hand and progressing up my arm. Seeing the desire in my eyes, it clicks. Whoever they are. A few hours go by, dinner comes and goes and still I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling
