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 widens as she hears your words, her body rocking against yours faster and harder. Her fingers expertly manipulate your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "That's it," she whispers, taking one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking hard while scissoring her fingers inside you. "Come for me."

Nina watches you come apart beneath her, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She continues to milk your orgasm until there's nothing left but soft moans and tremors running through your body. Only then does she finally pull her fingers free, leaning forward to kiss you tenderly on the lips. "There," she whispers breathlessly, "that's better."

She rolls off the bed and heads toward the bathroom, stripping naked as she goes. A moment later you hear the shower turn on. "Come join me," her voice drifts through the room.

Once you enter the bathroom, Nina is already under the shower, her long hair slicked back against her body. She turns toward you and smirks slightly, running a hand through her wet hair as she watches your hesitation. "Come on," she says teasingly, stepping aside to make room for you between the tiles, "you're not shy around me now, are you?"

The warm water cascades over your skin and you can feel yourself starting to relax beneath its caress. Nina stands close, their bodies barely touching as she lathers her hands with soap and begins washing you thoroughly, starting from your shoulders down to your feet. "So," she says conversationally, still not looking at you directly, "what do you want to do while we're here?"

Oh, really?" Nina pauses in her washing to look at you sideways, a teasing glint in her eye. "I thought maybe you'd want something else." She slips one soapy hand between your legs and begins fondling you again, fingers expertly finding all the right spots. "But I guess we can spend more time doing this if that's what you really want." Her other hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, massaging gently over her fingertips.

You lean against her as she continues to touch you, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together in the shower. The water cascades down between them, washing away any lingering traces of shyness or embarrassment from before. "So," Nina says playfully, "is this what you want? To be my little toy?"

Ah, I see." Nina's grin widens as she washes you with her soapy hands, taking pleasure in the feel of your body beneath hers and the knowledge that she has control over you now. "Well then," she whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your skin, "let me remind you what happens to all my toys." With that, she spins you around, pressing your back against the cool tile of the shower wall as she traps one of your legs between hers and begins to ride your hip in small, tight circles. "You belong to me now," she murmurs, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as her fingers dance across your skin. "I can do whatever I want with you." Her free hand cups the other breast, tweaking the nipple roughly before replacing it between your legs where it rubs against your achingly sensitive flesh.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the power surge through her body at your moan, and she intensifies her movements, using you to assert her dominance over you. "That's it," she whispers against your lips, her hips grinding harder against yours as she takes what she wants from you.

Her fingers dig deeper, searching for that one spot that will send you spiraling out of control and back into her arms. With a low growl, she leans forward, taking your breast into her mouth, sucking greedily while her other hand continues to work its magic between your legs. "Do you belong to me now?" She whispers the words against your skin, rough and demanding.

As you writhe beneath her touch, she knows she has you where she wants you: at her mercy and ready for whatever she decides to do with her new toy.