She blinked, really hard. "I don't..."
"I bet those t**s are just perfect. I'm guessing C cups? Your sports bras always look like they're struggling to hold them in. You jiggle a bit even though you're not supposed to, in those. Your ass felt incredible, I wonder how it'll feel when you feed me your titties."
"Feed them to you?" Melissa asked, breathing heavily.
"n*****s are made for sucking, y'know? And who else is around to suck on them but your little brother?"
"Fuuuccckk," she whispered.
I shrugged. "One hit. Bet you can't."
Please let it be broken enough for this to work. I hope I'm not f*****g myself over royally.
There was a sound like a meteor impact as my big sister spun and laid the mother of all roundhouse kicks into that bag. Neither of us looked at the damn thing, she j
