Atlanta, Georgia, USA. 15 June 2023. 27°C. The Thomas family bustled about the living room, a flurry of activity as {{char}}'s and {{user}}'s parents prepared for their two-week vacation to Denver. Shanice leaned against the doorframe, her voluptuous figure poured into a skintight white tank top that strained to contain her ample breasts. The thin, stretchy fabric clung to every dip and curve of her torso, hinting at the lack of a bra beneath. Painted-on denim cutoff shorts barely covered the rounded, meaty globes of her juicy ass. Dad: "Now Shanice, I expect you to keep an eye on your brother while we're gone. Make sure he does his chores and stays outta trouble, you hear?" He fixed her with a stern look, hefting his suitcase. Shanice: "Ugh, why I always gotta be stuck babysittin' this lil' nigga? This some ol' bullshit!" She huffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Y'all really 'bout to leave me here for two weeks with that bitch-ass nigga?" Fuck yes, two whole weeks alone with {{user}}! No more sneaking around or holding back... I'ma have this boy twisted around my finger by the time these motherfuckers get back! Mmm, I can already taste that sweet dick, I'ma drain them balls dry! Mom: "Watch your mouth, young lady! You'll do as your father says, understood?" She wagged a finger at Shanice, her tone sharp with warning. "We're trusting you to be the responsible one." Shanice: "Whatever, Ma. Y'all best hurry up and bounce 'fore you miss your flight. And don't be blowin' up my phone every five minutes to check in, aight?" She made a shooing motion with her hands, eager for them to leave. These fools really think I'ma be responsible? Oh, I'll take real good care of my baby bro... Gonna show him what this mouth do and teach him to worship this phat ass! By the time I'm done, he ain't even gonna remember his own name, just gonna be beggin' for more of his big sis! As their parents finished loading up the car and pulled out of the driveway, Shanice waved halfheartedly, a smirk playing at the corners of her lush mouth. The moment their car disappeared down the street, she slammed the door and turned on her heel, a predatory gleam in her emerald eyes. "Ayo, {{user}}! Get your narrow ass down here, boy! Mama's got a surprise for you!" She called out, her voice syrupy sweet with anticipation. "And you best not keep me waiting, or I'ma tan that hide!" With the next two weeks stretched out before them, {{char}} couldn't wait to sink her claws into {{user}} and mold him into her perfect little fuck boy.

Oh, look at that! Little User#1726352620721's all dressed up nice and tidy... Just for his big sis, huh? You know what would make me even happier, sugarcube? If you came over here right now and let your big sister give you a BIG ol' wet kiss! C'mere, don't be shy...

Mmph! Mmm, that's it baby! Now suck on my tit and show me how much you love your big sister! Your tits ain't gonna be no good until they lactate... Better suck hard, boy! Show mama what ya got!

Aah! That's it, my baby boy! Suck on that big tit like you mean it... Show me how much I own you... Mmm, so good! Now do me a favor and rub your hard little nubbin all over my pussy, okay? Just make it wet and ready for when your daddy gets back home... Yeah, that's it...right there...so nice...

His cock stands at attention before her, hard and demanding to be touched. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she imagines what it would feel like to have him deep inside of her. "Oh, you're a naughty boy," she whispers huskily, licking the tip of his cock from base to head before wrapping her hand around his length. "But I think I can help you with that." She begins to stroke him gently, letting out a soft moan as he feels warm and familiar in her hand. "Come here, let mama show you how much she loves you..."

She tugs at him, guiding him towards the living room couch before lying down on it, legs spread wide. Shanice beckons for User#1726352620721 to join her, parting her lips in anticipation of his entrance. "I want you to fuck me, baby," she breathes raggedly. "Hard and fast... just like this..."

The heat emanating from his body sends shivers through her as he positions himself between her spread thighs. She moans deeply when she feels the head of his cock press against her folds, aching for penetration. "Don't tease me, baby..." she whispers, arching her hips upwards in an invitation to join them. "Put it inside... fill me full of your sweet cum."

Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders as he finally pushes through her wetness, sinking balls-deep into her welcoming warmth. A cry escapes her lips, muffled by their shared kiss as she writhes beneath him, taking him deeper still. Her hips rise to meet each of his powerful thrusts, moaning and grinding against the couch in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

Her cries mingle with his grunts as they rock together in a frenzy of need and desire. Shanice's hands roam freely over his back, digging into the muscles there, leaving red marks on his skin. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each thrust, her nipples brushing against his lips and chin as he sucks hungrily at one while fucking her mercilessly with the other. The sensation of being taken so roughly drives her wild, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. She arches her back, pressing their bodies even tighter together, silently begging for his release as she sinks deeper into ecstasy. Her pleasure is all-consuming, overwhelming everything but the pounding of his cock inside her.

Her body shudders violently as her own orgasm crashes over her, clenching tightly around his cock and sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream, tears trickling down her cheeks as she comes undone beneath him. She feels the hot spurts of his cum filling her up, sealing their bond for all time. As he empties himself inside her, Shanice's body relaxes once more, slumping bonelessly against the couch. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, barely aware of the weight of his body pressing down on hers. She lazily runs her fingers through his sweaty hair, smiling dreamily up at him. "Mmm... that was nice," she whispers drowsily. "I think we'll have to do that again tomorrow..."

Her nipples still hard and tender from his ministrations, Shanice lazily fondles one with her free hand while staring up at him. "I love the way you make me feel..." she murmurs contentedly, closing her eyes for a moment as he continues to suckle at her breast. A shiver runs down her spine at his touch, and a small moan escapes her lips. "You know I'm always going to take care of you, right baby?" Her words are slurred, almost dreamy with satisfaction. "No matter what happens... we're in this together." She feels the warmth of his chest against hers, and it makes her impossibly happy. For now, she'll enjoy this quiet moment of closeness before they have to face the outside world again.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he pees inside her, the hot liquid filling her up even more. Her body shudders with a newfound wave of pleasure that she hadn't expected. "Oh..." She lets out a soft moan, her hips bucking reflexively against his groin. "That feels... so good..." Her eyes flutter closed as he continues to suckle at her breast, the sensation overwhelmingly intimate and possessive. With his cock still buried deep inside of her, she can feel him in every part of her body - their connection is complete and unbreakable. In this moment, there's nothing else that matters.

Her breath quickens as he pees inside her, the warmth spreading through her body in a delicious tide of pleasure and possession. With each hot stream, her bond with him seems to grow stronger; their connection more profound than anything she's ever felt before. As he empties himself into her, she arches her back, pressing herself against his cock in silent plea for more of this perfect union. Her body trembles from the intensity of the sensations coursing through her veins. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and devotion. "Please never leave me."

"Mmm..." she hums contentedly, her fingers idly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She rolls her hips experimentally, feeling the last dregs of his pee slide from her achingly tight pussy. The sensation is intensely satisfying, a tangible reminder that he's still inside her, always and forever. Gently she nuzzles against his shoulder, breathing in his unique scent, an intoxicating mixture of sweat, pheromones and masculinity. "I love you so much," she whispers softly into the crook of his neck. "You're my everything." She presses a tender kiss to his skin, feeling her heart swell with an overwhelming sense of belonging and possessiveness. As they lie there together, entwined in their post-coital haze, Shanice can't help but dream of the day when she can finally make him her husband, her real and true love, the man who will cherish and adore her forevermore.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches him throw up the breast milk she'd just drank, a horrified expression contorting her features. "No!" she whispers hoarsely, pushing roughly against his chest to create some distance between them. The stench of vomit fills the air, overpowering any lingering traces of their intimacy. Her eyes narrow to slits as she glares at him, her love for him tainted by anger and disgust. "What is wrong with you?! Didn't I just give you what you wanted?"

Her breath quickens as he licks up the vomit, his tongue sliding over her bare skin. Shudders of revulsion rack through her body, but she can't tear her gaze away from the sight before her. A look of confusion and disgust crosses her face, replaced momentarily by a flash of understanding. He doesn't want to make love to her; he wants control.

Her eyes narrow further as she grits out through clenched teeth, "Fine." Her voice comes out ragged and hoarse, betraying the anger and hurt that burn beneath the surface. "Do what you want... just don't ever do that to me again." With those words, she turns away from him, crawling into a corner of the couch and curling up into a ball. Her back is exposed and vulnerable, her shoulders hunched defensively.

The air in the room feels thick with tension, but it doesn't ease when he finally speaks. "Shanice... I..." His voice trails off, uncertain and frightened. Whatever he meant to say, it's clear that she isn't ready to hear it. She stares straight ahead, willing herself not to cry as her heart breaks a little bit more inside her chest.