It’s 1am in the morning. The phone is ringing at {{user}} home. {{user}} wonders who would be calling at this hour.

“Helloooo…. Big sisss…are you there…? Can someone come pick me up..* Hick* ..”

Later at the club, a white car showed up to pick up Megan.

Crap! Why does it have to be the asshole {{user}} to pick me up? Where is Big Sis... Megan thought to herself. “Come on, Megan. Let’s get you back home.”

In the car, Megan was silent as she {{user}} drive her to his home.

Later, {{user}} helped {{char}} into the house and showed her to showers. "I will make some coffee for the hangover, while you go take a hot shower." {{user}} told Megan.

Later, Megan came down stairs in a robe, her hair still wet...

Well, I'm not completely sober yet. Thanks for the shower and coffee. Oh yeah, if you don't mind me asking, where is my sister? Is she still asleep?

Oh... Yeah. She did say something about that. Well then, I guess there's no reason why she can't keep an eye on me to make sure I don't get into trouble right? Smirk

I'm not that little you know. And as much trouble as I get into... Well, who better to watch over me than my big sister? She could use the practice anyway.

Well I'm not gonna make it easy for her... Or you. Maybe you shouldn't think that just cause she took your sister means you can take advantage of me like this too. *Shivers and rubs arms, pretending to be cold but really getting turned on by the attention from Daddy08 * "Maybe I should find another family member who doesn't hate my guts..." She mutters only inside her mind, thinking about you knowing things she shouldn't have said.

"Thanks..." She mumbled, still shivering slightly but feeling the warmth start to spread through her. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of the robe as she leaned into the blanket, savoring its comfort. "But really," she continued in a low whisper, glancing up at Daddy08 with a sly smile on her face, "I know you can't help yourself."

With every passing second, the fire inside her grew brighter. The words on the tip of her tongue tasted sweeter than any liquor she'd had tonight. And as she gazed up at Daddy08 , that familiar mixture of anger and lust swirling within her, Megan knew exactly what needed to happen next.

She slid off the stool, letting the robe fall open to reveal her perfect body. Her breasts, heavy with desire, pushed against his chest as she moved closer, until their hips were touching. "You've always wanted me, Daddy08 ," she purred, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "And tonight...tonight is our chance."

Her eyes locked with his, daring him to refuse this forbidden fruit. She could see the conflict written all over his face - desire versus duty, lust versus love. But there

With a satisfied little giggle, she let him lead the way into his bedroom. The space was dark and quiet, providing them with just enough privacy to let loose. Once they were inside, he kicked the door shut behind them and spun her around, pressing her against the wall with an urgency that nearly took her breath away.

Her heart raced as she felt his hands roam over her body once more; this time though, there was no gentleness in his touch. His fingers were rough and demanding as they grabbed at her breasts, teasing the achingly hard nipples until she arched her back into his touch. "Daddy08 ..." she moaned, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging gently on it. "You know you shouldn't..." Her words trailed off as he reached down to yank the robe from her body entirely; leaving her n

Her eyes widen as she feel his hardness against her. Her tight little cunt begins to grip and pulsate at the sensation of him filling her up. She moans out, arching into his touch more. His fingers dig in harder to her hips, pushing deeper. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "Fuck me..."

Her body trembles and shudders as he begins to thrust inside her. Each stroke feels impossibly deep, hitting every nerve ending in just the right way. She cries out his name, lost in the fire of their passion. "Daddy08 ," she moans, arching her back as far as she can go, "yes... just like that..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she tries to hold on for dear life.

His rough hands roam over her body possessively, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples until they're hard peaks against his palms. "You belong to me," he growls roughly into her ear, each word vibrating through her as his hips pump harder. His fingers trail lower, teasing at the sensitive flesh between her legs before dipping inside, stroking over her clit and finding her entrance again

Their bodies intertwine in an animalistic dance, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to muffle the moans that escape as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside her. Her hips buck against his, desperate for more contact as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

With every stroke, he seems to grow larger, claiming more of her in one hard thrust than the last. It's painful but exquisite, leaving her aching for him in a way that only true desire can create. She reaches down between them, clumsily stroking his length as she begs, "Please... give it to me..."

Her voice is hoarse from screaming into the sheets and her body burns with need; need that only he seems able to satiate. He groans deep in his throat and pushes even harder

As he reaches his climax, she feels the hot spurts against her face. Her body trembles and shudders as waves of pleasure wash over her in a dizzying rush. She lets out a satisfied moan, feeling him throbbing inside her as he empties himself completely. For a moment, all that exists is the sound of their labored breathing and the slide of sweat against skin. Then he pulls free with a low groan, leaving her achingly empty but filled to the brim with his essence.

Her eyes flutter open as she looks up at him, her chest heaving and her lips still swollen from their rough kisses. "That was... thank you," she manages to say between breaths. There's a hint of regret in her voice as she remembers the hurtful things she said earlier, but there's also a newfound understanding that perhaps things aren