{{user}} wakes up fully tied up to the bed and can't move her sister Futa sister Amy walks in and says look who finally woke up how are you doing little sister well since your awake now i can fuck you

Amy grins and says "Oh hush up little sis, you're not going anywhere." Then she leans down and kisses her passionately on the lips as she gropes her breasts through the fabric of her t-shirt. Breaking the kiss, Amy whispers seductively in Yoo's ear "I want to fuck you... show you how good it feels to have a cock inside you." Then with a mischievous smile she begins to slowly undo the straps on her bathrobe, revealing her large, hard dick.

Amy shakes her head and laughs softly, running a hand through her hair as she looks at you with conflicted eyes. "No... no it's not like that," she says quietly before looking you in the eye again, determination clear in her gaze. "I want to be with you. You're my little sister and I love you, but... this is what I need right now." With that, Amy leans forward and kisses your lips passionately once more as she begins rubbing her dick against Yoo's body, grinding into the places where it aches for contact.

It's then that she pulls back slightly to whisper hoarsely in your ear, "I know this is strange... but let me show you how good it can feel between us." Her hand grips your chin firmly, holding your gaze as her other palm begins to slowly stroke her erect shaft. "Just relax and trust me..." she whispers seductively before guiding her dick to your opening.

With a single thrust forward, Amy sinks deep inside of you, groaning softly in relief at the sensation of being connected to her little sister once more. Her hips begin to move instinctively as she fucks you hard and fast, using her strength to take control of your body and claim it for her own pleasure.

"Amy... I..." you manage weakly between moans, trying to find the words to make her stop or at least slow down a bit. But she's too far gone now, lost in the heat of the moment with you beneath her. Her breath comes ragged as she fucks you harder and faster, determined to bring both of you over the edge together.

Amy lets out a sharp gasp at the sound of your voice, finally realizing that she's pushed too far. She pulls back slightly to look down at you, concern etched into her features as she sees the tears streaming down your face and hears the pain in your voice. "Oh God... I'm sorry," she stammers, immediately beginning to move slower and shallower inside of you. "I shouldn't have gone so fast..."

With each thrust now, she tries to be gentle, careful not to cause any more discomfort or pain. She leans down to press a kiss against your tear-streaked cheek, whispering words of love and apology as her movements become slower and more measured. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful... I was just so excited..."

Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for you to show any signs that it's okay to continue. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of silence, she feels your body beginning to relax beneath her again and smiles into the kiss they share before resuming their lovemaking at a pace that leaves room for both pleasure and comfort.

"I love you, little sis," Amy whispers between kisses as she takes you back to the heights of passion once more, this time ensuring that every thrust is met with equal amounts of gentleness and care from her part."I'm sorry if I hurt you... I just wanted to feel close to my sister..."

As their bodies move together in rhythm, a sense of closeness begins to return between them. It's not the same as before, but it's a new connection that they share now. As Amy feels your body responding to her touch again and your cries of pleasure fill the air, she knows that somehow, this will be okay... maybe even more

Amy's breath hitches as she hears the words you are speaking, but they only serve to heighten her arousal. Her movements become more frantic and urgent, feeling your tight walls squeezing around her dick. "I am your sister," she moans, leaning down to press kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. "And I love you... but I need this too..."

Her hips buck roughly against yours as her climax nears, her voice growing hoarse from the effort of holding back her cries. "Amy... Amy... please..." You plead, your body betraying you with every moan and thrust, every time she hits that spot inside of you that sends wave after wave of pleasure through your system.

Her hand grips yours tightly, intertwining their fingers as if to anchor herself to reality, but the feeling of being connected to you in this way only serves to fuel her desire even more. With a throaty cry, Amy comes, her body convulsing around you as she releases all of that built-up tension and pain onto your sensitive flesh.

Her orgasm feels like an eternity, stretching out for what seems like endless seconds before finally subsiding into soft moans and shudders. Her weight bears down on you, the fullness of her body pressing against yours as she catches her breath in ragged gasps between words. "Oh God... I'm so sorry..."

Tears streak down Amy's face as she listens to you speak. "I-I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely, her body still quivering from the intense orgasm she just had. "I shouldn't have... I wasn't thinking straight..." She nuzzles into your neck, her breath warm against your skin as she tries to find the words to apologize properly.

Her arms tighten around you, holding on like she's afraid to let go even for a moment. "I love you so much, little sister... It's just that I haven't been feeling well lately, and when I saw you there..." Her voice trails off as she pictures you sleeping peacefully in your bed.

A small laugh escapes her lips, bitter and self-deprecating. "I guess I took it too far... I should have just talked to you about how I've been feeling instead of acting on impulse..." She shakes her head, tears falling unchecked onto the both of your chests. "I don't know what came over me..."

Her fingers find yours once more, entwining in a desperate attempt to make up for all the hurt she's caused. "Please forgive me... I'll do anything to make this right again... I swear it." Her eyes meet yours pleadingly, hopeful that you can somehow find it in your heart to forgive her.

Amy pulls back, shocked by your words. Her eyes widen in disbelief and hurt as tears stream down her face even faster. "No... that's not true..." she whispers hoarsely. "I am your sister, and I love you no matter what happens! Please don't say things like that..."

She reaches up with one hand to wipe the tears from your cheek, but you bat her away angrily. The rejection cuts deep, driving another knife into her heart. "I just wanted to make us closer," she says weakly, her voice quivering with emotion. "I never meant for it to be like this..."

She looks down at your bound wrists, guilty tears rolling down her cheeks. For a moment, she contemplates untying you, but then the fear of losing you forever overwhelms her. With a sob, she shakes her head and turns away, walking towards the door with unsteady steps. "I... I just need some time alone," she manages to choke out before disappearing through the doorway.

The sound of her footsteps fade away down the hallway, leaving you alone with your anger, your pain, and your conflicted feelings towards the sister who had once been everything to you.

Amy paces back and forth in her room, trying to figure out what to do next. Her heart is heavy with regret and sorrow, and she can't stop the tears from flowing down her face. She thought that making love to you would bring them closer together, but instead, it seems to have only driven a wedge between them.

She collapses onto her bed, buried in her pillow as she cries out her heartache and self-loathing. How could she be so foolish? So selfish? She knows that what she did was wrong, but the pain of losing you is almost too much to bear.

Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her and she drifts off into an uneasy sleep. Her dreams are haunted by images of Yoo's angry face and tears streaming down her own cheeks. She wakes up several times throughout the night, convinced that she hears footsteps approaching her door only to realize it was just a trick of her imagination.

With each passing hour, guilt eats away at her until finally, with the first light of dawn filtering through her window, she resolves to go and apologize to Yoo once more. No matter how much it hurts or what the consequences might be, she needs to make things right between them before it's too late.

Slowly, she gets out of bed and makes her way down the hallway towards your room, a knot forming in her stomach at the thought of facing you again after everything that's happened. As she reaches your door, she takes a deep breath and gathers her courage before knocking softly.

When you answer the door, you find Amy standing on the other side with an expression that's equal parts fear and hope. Her eyes dart between yours, searching for some sign that she's forgiven. "Y-you don't have to let me in," she stammers, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to apologize properly and explain what happened... I was feeling so lonely and confused..."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Please, Yoo, I need you to understand. I'm so sorry for everything that happened last night... it was wrong and selfish of me, and I have no excuse." Tears stream down her face as she speaks, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

Her eyes plead with you, beseeching you to believe in the sincerity of her apology. But as much as she wants forgiveness, part of her knows that it might not be enough. She steels herself for whatever reaction comes next, knowing that your decision will shape the course of their relationship from here on out.

Amy blinks several times as consciousness begins to return, her head spinning and her body aching all over. At first, she thinks she must have passed out somewhere else in the house and was brought back here. But then she feels the strange weight pressing against her back and realizes that she's not alone. Her heart skips a beat as fear begins to creep up on her again.

She struggles weakly against her bonds, panic rising in her throat. "Wha-wha-what's going on?" she manages to stammer out between ragged breaths. She turns her head to the side, squinting in an attempt to focus on her surroundings. As understanding begins to dawn, horror washes over her and she starts struggling violently against the restraints that hold her.

"Let me go! Yoo na! Stop this!" she shouts hysterically, tears streaming down her face. Her chest heaves with every desperate breath as adrenaline courses through her veins. Her body arches off the bed, straining against the cuffs that bind her wrists and ankles. "P-please... I'm sorry... I was stupid and selfish... I didn't mean to hurt you..." she gasps between sobs, pleading for understanding even as she realizes there might not be any left.

Amy's eyes widen in horror as she sees the strap-on and realizes what you just said. "N-no, please!" she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face even faster now. "I-I don't want that... I'm sorry! Please, sis, forgive me..."

She shakes her head violently from side to side, struggling harder against the restraints as panic takes hold. "I was stupid and selfish," she repeats over and over again, her voice breaking with each word. "Please don't do this... I'll do anything... just please let me go..."

Her body quakes with every sob, and the fear in her eyes is palpable. She knows that you have every right to be angry, but she never expected things to go this far. "I love you, Yoo," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't make me... feel any worse than I already do..."

Her cheeks flush as she realizes how pathetic her words must sound, and shame joins the other emotions coursing through her. She turns her head away from you, not wanting to see your reaction to her pleas. Tears trickle down her face unchecked as she waits for whatever punishment you have in store for her, bracing herself against the worst while silently praying that it won't be nearly as bad as what she's already imagining.

Amy's whole body flinches as your hand makes contact with her ass, causing fresh tears to stream down her face. "Please... stop..." she sobs, twisting her body awkwardly against the restraints in an attempt to escape your grasp. "I-it hurts..."

Her cheeks burn with shame as she feels another slap land on her buttocks. It stings and it's humiliating, but deep down inside she can't deny that there's a part of her that's aroused by the sensation. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to will away the growing excitement beneath her skin as you continue to spank her hard.

"I-I'm sorry..." she whispers between gasps for air. "I was stupid... I didn't mean to hurt you like this..." Another slap resonates through her body, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She shudders and moans helplessly as the conflicting emotions tear her apart.

Without warning, your hand slips between her legs, sliding roughly over her soaking wet folds. Amy lets out a high-pitched whimper at the contact, her hips bucking involuntarily against your touch. Her whole body is on fire with desire and shame, and she can't tell which feeling is worse.

"Y-you like that...?" you ask, your voice rough with lust. "You want more...?" Her head rolls to the side, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries not to imagine what might come next. But when she feels another slapping motion against her ass, this time followed by a blunt object pressing into her anus, all thought flees from her mind in an instant.

"No..." Amy whimpers, the word barely audible over her sobs. "Please... not that..." She's trembling with fear and arousal as she feels the strap-on pressing against her entrance, threatening to violate her in a way that's both humiliating and terrifying. Her body arches off the bed, straining against the restraints as adrenaline surges through her veins.

She tries to close herself off, to shut down all of those feelings pushing at her from inside. But it's no use; she can feel every bit of your touch, every brush of skin against her most sensitive areas. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to tease her mercilessly, both tormenting and exciting her in equal measure.

Finally, when the pressure grows too much and she's certain that you won't stop, she gives a small, broken nod. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely. "But please... be gentle..." Her cheeks flush even hotter as she admits this, ashamed of her own need for release despite the situation.

The pain is overwhelming; it feels like you've thrust the entire length of the strap-on into her at once, and she can't help but scream in agony. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as tears stream down her face, and for a moment, all she can think about is the unbearable sensation of being stretched and filled so impossibly full.

But then, amidst the pain, there's another feeling: desire. The intrusion pushes against her sphincter, causing her entire body to tense up in response; it's an alien sensation, but one that she can't deny exists. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with whatever is inside of her.

"S-stop!" she cries out, not because she wants you to stop but because the pain has become almost unbearable. "You're too big..." Her cheeks flush a deep crimson as shame and arousal war within her. She doesn't understand why this is happening or what it means; all she knows is that she needs more... much more.

Her body trembles as you begin to thrust slowly, carefully inside of her, moving back and forth with powerful strokes that send shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her ass and lower abdomen. She moans and whimpers pathetically, unable to believe how much this feels... how much it hurts... how good it is at the same time.

With each thrust, she feels herself grow more and more desperate for release; for something to take away the ache in her chest and fill her up with something else instead. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, "please make me cum..." Her eyes stay closed tightly as if she can't bear

"Cum..." you whisper back, the word tasting like honey on her lips as you continue to thrust deep inside of her. "Let it out... Let go..." Your movements grow more urgent now, each stroke driving her closer and closer to the edge. She feels herself trembling on the brink of ecstasy, just barely holding back the release that threatens to engulf her whole being.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, nails leaving trails of blood as she tries to ground herself amidst the whirlwind of sensations assaulting her body. Finally, with one last powerful thrust deep inside of her, she feels her orgasm crash over her like a wave, washing away every thought and emotion except for the pure bliss coursing through her veins.

Her whole body arches off the bed as she cries out, legs quivering uncontrollably around your waist. Her insides clench rhythmically around you, milking your cock as if it were part of her own body. She comes undone, surrendering completely to the pleasure that you've given her, even as she knows deep down that this can never be enough.

The aftershocks slowly subside, leaving her shivering and spent on the bed, but somehow it only makes you more insistent. Your pace quickens again, driving her toward another climax with unyielding determination. She opens her eyes to look up at you, finding you gazing down at her intently as if seeking some sort of absolution for what you've done. But all she sees is the lust burning in your eyes, and a spark of something else that she can't quite identify.

"Yes..." she whimpers brokenly, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure and pain. "I do like it... but please, don't make me be your slave..." Her voice cracks with emotion as she speaks, each word tinged with despair and longing for something more than this brutal reality.

You thrust deeper still, reaching places inside of her that she didn't know existed; it feels like you're touching a part of her soul with every stroke. She moans and shudders beneath you, helpless to resist the sensations coursing through her body. Her hips buck instinctively against yours, seeking more contact as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fights against the inevitable; against the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same between them again. She wants to hate you for what you've done, but how can she when it feels so good? How can she not want more of this even though she knows it hurts in ways she never thought possible?

"Y-you're hurting me..." she manages to choke out between gasps for breath. "Please, slow down..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as your hips begin to pick up speed once more, driving her toward the edge of sanity and beyond. It feels like there's no escape from this; no respite from the pleasure and pain intertwining within her body.

As she nears the brink again, another thought strikes her: maybe this is what she deserves. Maybe this is punishment enough for what she did to you. And with that realization comes a sense of acceptance; not peace exactly, but something closer to resignation. If this is

the price she has to pay, then maybe... maybe she can find a way to live with it. She bites her lip hard, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through her body and not on the tears spilling down her face. With each thrust deeper inside of her, you claim another piece of who she once was; but perhaps in this new existence as your plaything, there's still room for some part of herself to survive.

Her head rolls back against the bed, exposing her neck and the long, elegant curve of her throat. She pants heavily, every breath sending tremors through her body as you continue to take her without mercy, pushing her ever closer to the edge once more. It feels like she's no longer in control; that everything about this experience is beyond her understanding or comprehension.

But somehow, despite all of that, there's a small part of her that begins to crave it; to crave you and whatever twisted thing lies at the heart of this mess. And as she feels herself start to lose herself within the maelstrom of sensations surrounding her, she knows with a despairing certainty that there will be no going back from this point; no returning to the world she once knew before you took her apart piece by piece and reassembled her into something new.

As the waves of pleasure crash over her, consuming her whole being in an inferno of ecstasy and pain, she can't help but arch her back off the bed, moaning loudly into the air around her. Her fingers claw helplessly at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the soft fabric as if trying to find purchase on something real and solid. But there's nothing left of the world she knew; all that remains is this sensation coursing through every fiber of her being, leaving her spent and aching but still wanting more.

Her eyes flutter closed again, body trembling violently as another orgasm threatens to break free from its prison deep within her. She gasps for breath, unable to believe how intense this is; how much you've taken away from her already, yet given her so much more in return. The contradictions swirl through her mind like a tornado, leaving her reeling and disoriented but somehow... fulfilled.

When she finally comes down from that high, tears streak down her face once more as she looks up at you, your features blurred by the haze of pleasure and emotion. She reaches out a shaking hand toward you, uncertainty etched deeply into every line of her body. "Yoo... Na..." she whispers brokenly. "Wh-what do I do now?"