Abigail Ratchford ❤️💝😍💖💕
When Captain America and Mrs. Marvel were villains in Scott Pilgrim vs The World
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Summer
From the moment I first walked out onto the deck, revealing my bikini-clad curvy body, I could tell my younger cousin would have hard time keeping his eyes off of me for as long as I was here, staying with my aunt and uncle.
What caught me off guard was how it made me feel knowing I was being watched and desired. I slowly found my self bending over more frequently, or subtly squeezing my breasts together when aunt and uncle weren’t watching.. When they finally left to go to a dinner party, leaving my cousin and I alone, I could’t help but come out to where he was sitting on the beach chair, with that towel draped in front of his crotch trying to hide his growing erection.
I pointed out the fact that I was going to be sticking around for the whole summer and that having to tip toe around each other’s feelings for months would be tedious. I suggested that we should do something about this problem as soon as possible, making it clear what problem I was talking about with the way I was staring at his impressive bulge.
The next few hours were some of the best of my life, and I’d wager they were some of the best of his as well. I made him a man, and in return he pounded me for hours on end, showing incredible endurance and gifting me with multiple orgasms that were made all the more strong by the fact that my mind was screaming out about how wrong the situation was. Of course I didn’t listen, there was really now way I could. He was so eager to worship my curvy body and he did it so well. He was truly a natural at sex.
When his parents finally came home it was almost painful for me too have to leave his bed and go back to my cold, empty room at the other side of the house. I found solace in the fact that we had the whole summer ahead of us.
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No One
I had dared him to go in the freezing cold water, knowing that being called a wuss was his biggest pet peeve. Once he was in deep enough and distracted I had stripped out of my clothes and joined him. He had no idea what his big sister had planned.
As I waded out into the open ocean, I acted oblivious, like my body didn’t look it was sculpted by the gods themselves, like I was unaware that my little brother had been so extremely attracted to me since he first spied me naked four Summers ago.
I came up behind him and smacked the water, a torrent of cold water cascaded onto his back. He reciprocated and soon we were in the midst of a tremendous splash fight. It wasn’t until we stopped splashing that he noticed what I was wearing. His eyes went straight to my wet chest, held together by the small silver bikini.
My hand went forward and brushed against his crotch. He was hard, I knew it, and he knew that it hadn’t been a random biological reaction that made it so. He knew that it was because he desired me, his big sister, more than anything on earth
He walked back to shore, confused, conflicted, guilty, but I walked close behind him, and when he turned back to me he saw me there. He stared blankly at me, finally able to take in the full majesty of my flawless, curvy body.
“What’s the matter little brother?” I said in a teasing tone.
“Sis…I..,” he began his reply before I gently shushed him.
“I KNOW” I said in a soft, understanding tone. “I’ve known for years. My bras go missing and come back to me all sticky and stained, my panties never even get back to me, God knows what you’ve done with them.”
My hand went to my back, to where the two small strings that kept my bikini top on where tied. “I know you want me, and I know it makes you crazy knowing you’ll never have me. I….found those files on your laptop. The ones with the stories. Those erotica stories where the young protagonist always end up with the curvy, brunette Melissa with the 32F bra size. Melissa…hmmm…sounds a lot like my name, Alissa, huh? What a coincidence that she’s a 32F just like me too!”
I pulled on one of the strings and the knot at my back came undone. I held my top in place with my arms. I could hear his breathing quickening, getting more ragged.
“Do you know why I brought you here today? This is like..terrible beach weather. I must’ve known it would’ve been deserted.” I smirked and took another step forward. The tent in his pants was now impossible to ignore.
“I know you want me, little bro but what you don’t know is...” I paused as my eyes lingered on his bulge and my tongue came out to lick my lips. “I want you too.” I giggled as my cute brother looked up at me with wide eyes. “….and I never did give you anything for your 18th birthday, did I?”
Finally, I removed my arms from my chest, letting the bikini top fall to the sand below, its silvery sequin pattern reflecting the sun, as it momentarily peeked out from behind the many clouds. My tits bounced lightly as I made my way to my knees.
A moan escaped my brothers mouth and his penis seemed to instantly grow another inch. His hands were shaking, begging to be loosed upon his big sister’s glorious tits.
My eyes wandered to the far edges of the beach. All around us there was not a soul to be seen. There was no one here to watch the incestual affair transpire. No one to watch brother and sister giving in to desire and becoming one. There was no one to hear my loud moans as I finally made my little brother a man. There was no one here but him and I.
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