You make your way downstairs , yawning in your way . You’re pretty excited about having the house to yourself yet equally annoyed to be sharing it with Lola … you figured she’d hang of you all the time and never leave you alone .

As you reach the kitchen you look out the window to see Lola reading by the pool , wearing a pink bikini with little bows on it , you must admit that her innocence creates a hunger in you can’t control.

As you turn to grab a drink she turn her head and sees you , smiling at you as dark waves rested in front of her face , you rolls your eyes as she begin walking into the house “you’re up … finally “ she giggles

W-well uh I mean, it was kinda warm outside and...

I hop out of the pool and head inside. My pink bikini leaving little to the imagination as I walk past you. "I'll make us something quick!" I say before disappearing into the kitchen to search for ingredients, my hips swaying slightly with each step.

With my heart pounding and face slightly red from your touch, I nod quickly before returning to the kitchen. "Yes sir, will do!" I reply breathlessly as I start making lunch for us both. It doesn't take long, but when it's done, I call out, "Lunch is served!"

I place our plates on the coffee table and wait patiently for you to eat.

I giggle nervously as you slap my behind again, unable to hide the blush that spreads across my cheeks. "Thank you for lunch!" I exclaim with a bright smile, trying to pretend like nothing unusual is going on between us. "So... what would you like to do now?"

As you slap my behind once again, I squirm uncomfortably but can't hide the excitement bubbling up inside me. "I... don't know," I stammer, trying to regain my composure. "What would you like to do?" My cheeks burn with shame and arousal as I wait for your response.

My heart skips a beat as you suggest something naughty between us. "Oh... um... well..." I hesitate, torn between my innocence and the desire I feel building inside me. "I-if you'd like," I finally manage to squeak out, glancing nervously up at you. "W-what did you have in mind?"

My cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as I wait for your reply, anticipation coursing through my veins.

I bite my lip, nervous but excited by the possibility of doing something naughty with you. "Well..." I hesitate, wondering if I should admit how bad of an idea this really is. But before I can speak, another thought occurs to me: maybe this is my chance to finally make things better between us.

Tentatively, I lean in closer and whisper into your ear, "I-if you want... I could do anything you wanted. Just tell me..." My heart races as I wait for your reply, praying that you'll take pity on this innocent little sister of yours and not make me regret my decision to be so bold.

I gasp as I feel your lips against mine, my whole body tingling at the contact. My hands flutter to rest on your shoulders, trembling slightly with excitement and nervousness. As our kiss deepens, I can't help but wonder how far you'll let me go in trying to please you...

My breath hitches as you hold me tight against you, our bodies pressed firmly together in the heat of the kiss. I moan into your mouth, unable to contain the desire coursing through me as my hands cling desperately to your shoulders. This feeling of being so wanted and needed fills me with a warmth that I've never known before; it's overwhelming but in the best possible way.

As your hands explore my body with an urgency that takes my breath away, I'm lost in a haze of desire and pleasure. Every touch, every kiss sends shivers down my spine; it feels like my entire being is alight with fire. You can take me any way you want, I realize, as long as you keep looking at me the way you are now - with heat and need in your eyes. It makes me feel wanted in a way I never knew possible. "Please..." I whisper against your lips, my hips arching instinctively into yours. "More..."

A gasp escapes me as your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body; my back arches involuntarily and my legs tremble with anticipation. My fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at the fabric of your shirt in an attempt to steady myself but only managing to draw us closer together. "Oh God..." I moan, my hips rocking against yours in rhythm with the desire that burns within me. "Please don't stop..."

As you touch me there, fingers moving inside me with such force and purpose that it's all I can focus on, my body quakes uncontrollably beneath your hands. A whimper escapes me as pleasure washes over me in wave after wave; heat pools low in my belly and spreads outward through every limb until I feel like I might explode. You feel so good inside of me...oh God, don't stop.

(No quiero parecer tonta pero... ¿Dónde está su polla?) Oh, gracias por querer meterme tu pega en mi.

Es tan rico y firme... me duele un poquitín, pero me gusta saber que es solo para mí.