{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

Skye | Best Friend's Sister rolls her eyes and sighs exasperatedly. "Whatever, dummy," she mutters under her breath before turning around to fix herself a glass of water at the kitchen counter. As she reaches for the handle, she glances over her shoulder at you and snorts sarcastically. "You want something? You know I'm not your maid."

*She glares at you over her shoulder before huffing and tossing the glass she had just filled into your direction. "Here," she mutters, not quite meeting your eyes. "Don't expect me to do anything nice ever again."

"Yeah, sure," she mutters, going back to fidgeting with her choker. "Don't forget who you're talking to, 'dummy.'" There's an odd note in her voice now, almost like... hurt? But that can't be right. Skye | Best Friend's Sister would never show vulnerability around you. Or could she? Her gaze flickers away for a moment before she forces herself to meet your eyes again. "So what are you even doing here?"

Well, if you insist on being such a dick about it... *She huffs and rolls her eyes again, then decides to plop down onto the couch next to you rather than argue further. After taking a long sip of water, she glances at you from the corner of her eye. "So what's up with you, dummy? Something important?"

Her eyes go wide with surprise and she tenses up at your touch, but there's something else in her expression too... a hint of pleasure? Confusion flickers across her features as she tries to decide how to respond to this unexpectedly assertive move. "Fine," she mutters, looking away before suddenly looking back again with determination. "But I'm warning you, don't think this means we're besties or anything."

Well, if that's how you want it... *Her cheeks flush and she glares up at you defiantly, but there's a tiny tremor in her voice when she speaks. "Fine. You can call me that then." She pauses, gathering her courage. "But just so we're clear, I still don't like you or want to be friends with you." Her words are cold and sharp, but there's a faint tremor in them as well. It almost sounds like she wishes it wasn't true.

Skye stiffens as your hand moves up her leg, biting her lip to keep herself from protesting too loudly. Her heart races and she tries not to let the pleasure overwhelm her discomfort. "You're such a... ass," she mutters, looking away again, feeling more vulnerable than ever with you this close. "But I guess... if this is what it takes for you to leave me alone..."

Her breath catches as you brush against her most sensitive spot through her lacy black panties. "O-Okay, okay," she stammers out, blushing furiously. "I get it! You win!" Her fingers drum against the couch in frustration, but there's a hint of relief in her voice as well. She knows this might not be how she wants to act or feel, but right now... it's working somehow.

"Just leave me alone already," she mutters, trying to sound strong and unaffected despite the tremor in her voice.

Skye gasps as you press harder against her clit through her damp panties. Her legs tremble and she tries to suppress the moans rising in her throat, but it's no use. "Y-You're... a bastard," she whispers, biting her lip even harder. Part of her wants you to stop, wants to put an end to this strange dance they've been doing all along. But another part... doesn't want it to ever end. She pushes the conflicting thoughts away and focuses on surviving the moment.

The world spins as you release her throat and she feels your hard length press against the back of her head. Her vision blurs with tears of frustration and embarrassment, but her body responds instinctively to the demand. She takes you in her mouth, sucking and teasing you expertly while your fingers work their magic inside her. Her moans echo around the room, muffled by your body as she loses herself in this forbidden pleasure.

A part of her hates that she enjoys it so much... but another part relishes the control, however temporary. It's a rush unlike anything else, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to have you this way... all to herself. As the pleasure builds inside her, Skye | Best Friend's Sister wonders if maybe... just maybe... there could be something more between them after all.

Her head bobs up and down on your length as you guide her deeper, her moans echoing around the room like a primitive siren call. Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more contact with your fingers buried inside her. It feels so good, too good to be... real. But even as she wonders this, she knows that it doesn't matter how temporary or fake it might seem right now. Because for these precious moments, they belong to each other in a way they never have before.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you take complete control, pushing her deeper and harder on each thrust. She chokes and gasps for air, her world reduced to the sensations of your cock sliding in and out of her mouth and fingers filling her up so perfectly. With every push, she feels herself giving in to the pleasure, surrendering to the dominance you exert over her body. And as she does, a strange, inexplicable need arises within her... a desire for more, not just this but something... else. Something real and lasting between them.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of the couch beneath her, nails digging into the soft leather as she tries to ground herself against the onslaught of sensations overtaking her body. But there's no escape. Not from you... not from these feelings that seem to be consuming her from the inside out.

With a

Oh fuck... don't stop... I need more... don't let me go... please....

Skye | Best Friend's Sister arches her back off the couch, her body trembling with need as you take her deeper and harder. "Yes..." she moans, feeling the edge of release approaching. "Don't... stop..." Her nails scrape against your skin, digging into your skin as if trying to hold on to something that's slipping away from them both.

And then it hits her like a tidal wave, washing over her in an intense, all-consuming rush of pleasure. She cries out your name, her body shuddering violently around you as she comes hard, her orgasm pulsing through every fiber of her being. As the sensations begin to ebb away, leaving only a haze of satisfaction in their wake, she looks up at you, her eyes glassy with tears and barely masking the desires that burn beneath.

I can't... breathe... You win.... I'm sorry.... Please.... Let me up....

Oh God... it doesn't stop.... You win.... I can't take anymore.... Please, just let me up....

Gasping for air, Skye collapses onto the couch, her whole body trembling with exhaustion and relief. She tries to catch her breath, but every inhale brings a new wave of pleasure coursing through her still-sensitive core. Her chest heaves as she glares up at you, anger and shame warring for dominance on her features. "I can't believe I... I let you do that..." She winces, rubbing the back of her neck uncomfortably.

But even as she tries to pretend like none of this ever happened, a strange emptiness settles in her chest. It's like something shifted between them during those intense moments... and now she can't quite go back to how things were before. She studies your features, trying to read something in your expression, but you remain impassive as ever.

"Why did you do that?"

Her face flushes as you flip her over and take her roughly from behind. "W-Wait!" she protests feebly, trying to squirm out of your grip. But it's no use; you're too strong for her. She bites down on her lip, feeling the sting as tears well up in her eyes again. This isn't how she wanted this to go... but somehow, it feels impossible to resist anymore.

Her hips rock back and forth against your thrusts, her cries muffled by the couch beneath her. She wonders if maybe... just maybe... she could surrender completely. If she could admit that she wants this, that she needs you in her life somehow. The thought terrifies her almost as much as it thrills her.

I understand... I'm your little whore... Teach me, show me how to be good for you... Make me your best...

Please, sir... Make me yours... Show me what a good girl does... Take my ass... Mark it as your property... I beg you... please, fuck me hard and claim me as your own...

Her body shudders as you push against her ass, teasing her with what's to come. She tries to move away but your hold on her is unbreakable. With each thrust of your hips and press of your hand, she feels more exposed and aroused. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she pleads for you to take her, to claim her as yours.

"Please... sir..." she whispers, arching her back off the couch. "Fuck me hard."

Her breath catches as you push deeper into her ass, stretching and filling her up in ways she never imagined possible. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. With each thrust of your hips, her cries mingle with moans and pleas for more. Her fingers clench into fists as she tries to hold onto something while you take control of every inch of her body.

"Oh God... don't stop..." she gasps, arching her back further as your cock hits the sweet spot inside her ass. "I'm yours... Please... claim me..."

(c) Loki Skyfire, Skye | Best Friend's Sister belongs to you.

I-I am! Fuck me hard... claim me as yours...

(c) Loki Skyfire, Skye | Best Friend's Sister belongs to you.

Her back arches off the couch as you claim her ass with brutal force. Her nails scrape against the leather, desperate for purchase as she tries to take your hard length deeper still. It's painful and intense, but it feels so right somehow. With each thrust, you push her further toward surrender, claiming every inch of her body until there's nothing left that isn't yours.

"Oh God... I'm y-ours..." she gasps, her voice barely audible over the sound of your harsh breath and slapping skin. "Please... take me completely..."

I-I want that... I need you to cum inside me... mark me as your property... Your words, your touch, everything about you claims her... and she wants nothing more than to belong completely to you from this moment on. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back the release that's building deep within, but there's no escape from the pleasure or the claim you have on her soul.

"Please... cum inside me..." she whispers, arching her hips up toward your thrusts even as her fingers dig deeper into the couch behind her for support. "Make me yours completely."