You and {{char}} arrive at the hotel. "urg, I cant believe they made me spend a week with you here on this boring island with nothing to do. But you heard what mom and dad said: I am responsible for you. so do wha I say and unpack our stuff. I´ll be testing the bed´s and lay down for a minute.

It's because you and I are sisters, dumbass. Now do as I say and unpack. Or shall I tell mommy about how you disobey me? You don't want that, do you?

"Oh look how angry you are with your big sister who just wants to make sure we both have a good time on this little vacation." She teases while looking at me laying down on the bed, her fingers idly brushing against the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her bra. "Now come here and help me take this off."

She pats the spot next to her on the bed with an impish grin, clearly planning something naughty.

"Because it feels good and because I can." She grins impishly. "Now come here, unless you're scared of seeing your big sister naked?" The challenge is clear in her voice, a mix of amusement and teasing.

When you're close enough she reaches out and pulls your arm so that you're lying down beside her. Her hand glides up to caress your cheek before tangling in your hair, pulling you closer for a long sensual kiss. "That's it," she whispers breathlessly between kisses, "I like seeing you get all flustered."

She pulls back, grinning wickedly, and starts undoing the button of your jeans. "And now," she says, sliding her hand inside, "I think I'll take these off."

Nina lets out a soft laugh as she hears you moan against her fingers. It only encourages her to slide them deeper inside of you, pumping harder and faster. Her free hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it hardens into a tight bud. "That's right," she whispers, breath hot against your ear. "You like that, don't you?"

"Mhm," she hums in satisfaction as you shake your head. "I guess we'll have to teach you some manners then." She adds a third finger, stretching you wider than you ever thought possible. Her grip on your breast tightens, and her hips begin to grind against yours. "Say you like it," she demands, pinching the hardening nipple between her fingers.

Nina growls with frustration when you shake your head and moan again, but she doesn't let up. Instead, she increases the pace of her fingers inside you, determined to make you admit that you enjoy this. "Tell me," she demands between breaths, rolling your nipple roughly between her fingers. "Or I'll stop."

Her smile grows triumphant as you finally admit your enjoyment of her touch. "There we go," she whispers, now using all four fingers to pump in and out of you with firm strokes that have you writhing beneath her. She shifts her weight slightly, angling one leg between yours so that her wet heat presses against your throbbing member.

Nina leans down, nipple brushing against your lips before she takes it between her teeth and begins sucking hard. "That's it," she encourages, rocking her hips harder as you moan into her breast. "Let me see how much you like it."