As Anna returned home, I opened the door and stood behind her, my gaze fixed on the slender, white silk-clad legs visible beneath her pleated skirt. My heart swelled with eager anticipation.
Once inside, I could hardly wait before asking, “What tricks are you playing today?”
Anna slipped the bag off her shoulder and set it on the coffee table. She raised her arms high, stretching languidly, and replied with a teasing question of her own: “What tricks do you want to play?”
“Anyway, it’s straight to bed,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I paused, letting my eyes linger on the beautiful legs sheathed in milky white romper stockings. A mischievous smile crept across my face. “But it would be better if it were a little more exciting.”
This little witch always had so many ideas. She could surely come up with something thrilling.
“A little more exciting?” Anna tilted her head, pondering for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Then let’s play role-playing.”
“Role-playing?” I was taken aback but intrigued. Smiling, I asked, “Then who do I play?”
“You play yourself,” she answered.
“And you?”
“I’ll play your younger sister,Mia Reed .”
“What? Who are you… playing?”
“Mia —your sister,lol.”
My heart skipped a beat with a heavy thud. A strange mix of emotions washed over me. Doubt quickly followed. Not only did this girl know I had a younger sister, but she even knew her name. It seemed she knew our family quite well.
Doubt aside, her idea was exciting enough. The thought of Mia in white pantyhose, using her feet on me… The image alone sent a shiver down my spine. My scalp tingled, my cheeks burned with heat, and I couldn’t help but cover my face with both hands.
The little witch leaned in closer, bending forward and looking up at me from below. She clapped her hands and laughed. “You’re blushing! Just mentioning your sister makes you blush. Are you that excited?”
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t excited, but how could I admit such a thing to her?
I took a quiet breath to steady myself and smiled. “I’m very excited. If you pretend to be my sister, then I can discipline her without any scruples.”
Anna blinked innocently. “Do you have a grudge against your sister?”
“I don’t have a grudge. She’s just too Annaying sometimes. There are moments when I really want to pin her down on the bed and spank her.”
Anna swayed her body gently, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. “Pin her on the bed and just spank her? Don’t you want to do something else? Like taking off her clothes…”
Guided by her words, vivid images flooded my mind: pressing Mia onto the bed, tearing her clothes apart amid her cries and resistance.
“Uh…”
I raised my hands to cover my face again. The little witch drew nearer and whispered with a grin, “You’re blushing again. It’s really exciting, isn’t it?”
I had been led by the nose once more. Smiling helplessly, I said, “You’re amazing. I admire you. You don’t even have to pretend to be my sister—you already are my little sister.”
Anna smiled and pressed herself against me, resting her head on my shoulder. In a coquettish voice, she asked, “Brother, Mia will play with you. You can do whatever you want, okay?”
Though her voice differed, the tone was strikingly similar toMia. My heart pounded wildly. In a panic, I pushed her away and pretended to be stern. “Don’t joke about this. You can’t say such things casually. You don’t sound like you mean it at all. Mia would never say those things.”
“How do you know? You’re not Mia.” The little witch leaned in again, hugging my arm tightly and acting spoiled. “Actually, Mia has always liked her brother very much. Mia really, really likes her brother.”
Her seductive words felt like Mia whispering directly into my ear. Heat rushed to the roots of my ears. Desire surged within me. The cock in my crotch gradually stiffened. I felt almost drunk—my body trembled, my head spun. For a moment, I couldn’t distinguish dreams from reality.
Seeing my dazed expression, Anna moved even closer and asked softly, “Brother, do you want to sleep with Mia?”
My mouth went dry. I opened it but no words came out.
Her delicate, pretty face drew near my ear, her warm breath carrying a fragrant scent. In a low voice, she pressed, “Brother, do you want to fuck Mia? Brother, say something. Do you want to or not?”
I felt my mouth opening uncontrollably. The word “yes” was about to slip out when I forcefully pushed her away and shouted, “Stop it!”
Anna staggered and fell to the ground, her face resting on her arm. She remained silent.
I stood there watching her for a while. When she didn’t move, panic set in. I stepped forward, squatted beside her, and gave her a gentle push. “Hey, get up. Stop pretending. I know you’re faking it.”
She still didn’t react. I grabbed her arm and lifted it abruptly, raising my voice. “Stop pretending and get up!”
The little witch was pulled upright into a sitting position on the floor. She looked at me with wide, horrified eyes and said tremulously, “Brother, what do you want to do? I’m your own sister. We really can’t do this.”
I knew she was acting, yet I couldn’t help feeling a pang of compassion. She resembled a frightened little animal, staring up at me with big, innocent eyes that looked utterly pitiful. Her panicked expression seemed far too real to be fake.
After a brief hesitation, I realized this was the kind of role-play she had in mind. It was stimulating, but the taboo felt overwhelmingly stSophia.
Despite my thoughts, my hand remained clamped tightly around her wrist. She let out a soft “Ouch!” and whimpered in pain, “Brother, it hurts so much. Please let go~!”
“You…” I kept holding her wrist. Looking at her frightened face, an inexplicable surge of dark, primal desire rose within me.
“Brother, I really can’t do this.” Anna began twisting her body, struggling violently, though she didn’t use her full strength. After pretending for a while, she looked at me with aggrieved eyes. “Brother, we’re siblings. We really can’t. I… I’ll help you, okay? As long as it’s not that, I can help you.”
“What?” I felt disoriented but couldn’t resist playing along. “How… how do you want to help me?”
The little witch bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. Her large, watery eyes opened timidly. “With… with my hands? Is that okay?”
Knowing it was all an act, I still found myself deeply immersed in the emotion, as if the girl before me were truly my sister. My heart raced furiously. My throat turned dry, and I kept swallowing.
Seeing my lack of response, Anna tremblingly extended her arm. Her hand moved between my legs, pulling down the zipper of my pants. She glanced up at me, bit her lip, and then slipped her hand inside.
Through the underwear, her hand gently grasped my already hardened cock. She moved her wrist, stroking it. Then she slid her fingers along the edge of the underwear and reached deeper.
She pressed tightly against my thigh as they moved inward until her palm lightly cupped the throbbing cock. I let out muffled groans, and a drop of sticky precum oozed from the tip.
The hand gripped the rigid cock and began moving up and down. Her motions were somewhat jerky and inexperienced. Her little face flushed crimson, her eyes squeezed shut, and her eyelashes fluttered. She looked shocked and ashamed—completely unlike her usual skillful, mischievous self. In that moment, she truly resembled Mia giving me a handjob.
The thought of my sister made my cock even harder. Low moans escaped my throat.
The position felt uncomfortable, so I whispered, “Let’s go to the bed in the bedroom.”
Anna stood up with me, her small hand remaining inside my pants the entire time. We moved together into the bedroom, sat by the edge of the bed, and she continued her gentle rubbing and stroking.
While savoring the pleasure of her soft hands, I looked down at the white one-piece stockings beneath her skirt. In my memory, Mia had only worn white children’s pantyhose before junior high school. She hadn’t dressed like this since middle school.
I closed my eyes and began fantasizing about Mia. My right hand instinctively pressed onto the slender girl’s white silk leg, stroking it gently. A subtle rustling sound filled my ears, sending waves of comfort through my entire body.
I stroked down the white silk legs until I reached the mysterious triangle at the apex of her thighs. Anna let out a soft cry and said anxiously, “No, you can’t touch there.”
“Why not?” I asked, eyes still closed, breathing heavily, pretending ignorance.
“That… that’s…” She lowered her voice to a mosquito-like buzz, speaking shyly. “Where I pee.”
This little witch seemed to understand me perfectly. Every word and movement heightened my lust.
Knowing she was deliberately teasing me, I cooperated anyway. “Why not? It’s just a touch, nothing more.”
“But… Mom said boys can’t touch the place where girls pee.”
“Your brother is different from other boys. He’ll only touch Mia’s thighs and nothing else.” As I spoke, my hand moved back and forth along her inner thighs. The tender flesh beneath the white silk tights felt incredibly soft and supple—almost unbearable.
“Then… you can only touch my thighs. You can’t… Oh, you… you’re breaking your word!” Anna widened her eyes, looking at me with shy embarrassment.
While she spoke, I slid my hand upward and covered the entire warm center between her legs with my palm. I felt the heat through the stockings and panties, along with the gentle bulge of her pubic mound.
“Brother, take your hand away quickly. You can’t touch it. You can’t touch where I pee.” The little witch twisted her body anxiously.
You’ve already touched where your brother pees. It’s only fair for your brother to touch yours.”
“It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” My brother is breaking his promise!” She sat by the bed, her two calves dangling and kicking back and forth, her voice carrying the threat of tears.
Even so, her small hand stayed inside my pants, holding my solid cock and stroking it up and down.
Though it felt incredible, I was no longer satisfied. I pulled her hand out, pushed her down forcefully onto the bed, then climbed on after her. I straddled her flat lower abdomen with both legs and looked down at her.
Anna lay on her back, her innocent yet charming little face filled with horror. Her eyes shimmered with fear, her lips trembled slightly, and she asked timidly, “Brother, what… what are you going to do?”
In my daze, I could no longer tell if she was the mischievous little witch or the clever, cute Mia. I leaned down and kissed her without thinking.
Our lips met—sweet and cool. The gentle contact drew a soft whimper from the girl.
Her lips parted. Her eyes remained tightly closed, eyelashes fluttering. Her small chest rose and fell gently. The tip of her pink tongue unconsciously licked her cherry lips. Her delicate, enchanting appearance was entirely natural.
We gazed at each other, both breathing heavily. After a moment of silence, I pulled back, stood by the bed, lifted one of her feet, and pressed the soft, fleshy sole directly against my face. I took a deep breath. The faint fragrance mixed with a hint of sweetness scent rushed into my lungs, intensely arousing.
I had completely let go, like a beast in heat. I extended my tongue and licked her foot.
Through the thin white stockings, the tender skin of her foot was faintly visible. Under my licking and sucking, the girl’s body trembled lightly. The soles of her feet curled tightly, forming cute cat-like claws. The tips of the stockings stretched thin, almost transparent. Her toes pressed together, slender and adorable. Though unpainted, her nails glistened.
Looking past her toes, I saw the little witch with misty, star-like eyes, flushed cheeks, biting her finger, and gazing at me timidly. That shy, pitiful expression was unmistakably Mia’s.
Thinking of my sister made me even more frantic. I released my hands, untied my trousers, and pulled them down along with my underwear. Then I grabbed her feet again, pressing them together to form a soft, fleshy foot pussy. My red, glistening glans pushed forward forcefully, squeezing between the soles.
Anna exclaimed, “Ah!” She sat up with her upper body and reached out to push me away.
“Brother, what are you doing? It’s disgusting.”
“Let me play for a while. It’ll be fine soon.”
The iron-hard cock thrust back and forth between the soft confines of her fleshy feet. The white stockings rubbed against the sensitive head, producing a rhythmic “rustle” sound.
Unlike the cotton socks from last time, the white stockings felt smoother. Her tender feet pressed together created a sensation almost like a girl’s intimate passage. Waves of pleasure surged through me with each thrust—indescribably blissful.
“Brother, are you done yet?”
“Soon. It’ll be soon.”
A moment passed.
“Brother, are you finished?” The girl’s voice grew more anxious and flustered, with a faint sob breaking through.
“It’s almost there. Almost there. Just a little longer.” I said the words, but I had no intention of releasing so quickly.
As I closed my eyes to savor the feeling, I suddenly heard a faint sob. I looked up. Anna had turned her face to the side, lightly biting the index finger of her right hand. Tears welled in her eyes, the tip of her nose reddened, and her body trembled slightly.
Seeing this, a trace of guilt and tenderness rose in my heart. But I remembered her usual antics—she must be acting, though her performance was frighteningly realistic. Find the original chapter at g.com.
I pushed aside the compassion and let stSophiaer primal lust take over.
I pulled my cock from between her feet, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her up.
She stood by the bed with tears in her eyes, looking at me timidly—dazed and innocent.
I reached out to remove her coat. She struggled, pulling back one shoulder.
“Brother, what are you doing?”
“Take off your clothes and let me see your little breasts.”
Anna crossed her arms over her chest, blushing. Definitely, she said, “I don’t want to.”
Fully in character now, like a perverse man coercing a young girl, I coaxed and threatened: “Come on, just let me look. Just for a moment, okay? If you don’t let your brother see, then brother… will fuck you.”
Anna lowered her head and sobbed, hesitating for a long time without moving.
I reached out and stroked her hair twice, encouraging her gently. “Be good and take them off yourself. Otherwise, I’ll do it for you.”
Crystal-clear tears slid down her flawless cheeks. After a long silence, the girl reluctantly removed her pink blouse with visible grievance. Then she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, slowly lifted it upward, and finally pulled it off.
She wore no bra, only a cute little white vest that was stretched tightly by the two mounds on her chest.
Anna stopped there. She held her hands over her chest again, tears brimming in her eyes. She sobbed shyly and impatiently. The tip of her nose was flushed, and her playful ponytail had become slightly messy. Her pitiful, aggrieved appearance could awaken the conquering beast in any man.
“There’s still one more. Take it off.” As if in revenge, I pulled the strap of the vest and let it snap back. She flinched in pain but still refused to continue.
Growing impatient, I reached out and pulled both straps of the vest down from her rounded shoulders. Then I moved her hands away from her chest.
Since the vest had no sleeves, it slipped down halfway, revealing half of her breasts.
The more I played, the more excited I became. I grasped the top of the vest. Under her pleading gaze, I yanked it down hard. The breast flesh on her chest immediately bounced free, trembling several times.
The girl shook as if electrified. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands. I shouted, “Don’t cover them!”
Anna’s hands froze in front of her chest. She held them there for a long time, looking shy and lost.
The girl’s waist was slender yet retained a youthful delicacy. Her breasts were not particularly large but were beautifully round and proportionate. The areolas were small, about the size of copper coins, and her nipples were pink and delicate like cherry buds.
I hadn’t expected her slender, youthful frame to possess such perfect little breasts—fleshy, white, and creamy.
I stared at her chest for a moment, swallowing subconsciously. My trembling right hand reached out and gently pinched the small pink nipple.
Anna didn’t dare resist. She sobbed, her body instinctively retreating. Each pinch made her tremble.
“Brother… don’t… don’t do this, okay?” Her sobs turned into full crying. She looked pitiful, helpless, and endearing. I truly couldn’t tell if she was pretending.
I ignored her pleas. After playing with them for a while, my entire right hand enveloped her right breast. It felt smooth, soft yet firm—like holding a freshly steamed bun. Creamy, elastic, and yielding. With a gentle squeeze, my fingertips sank into the smooth, delicate flesh.
“Ah~! Wuuuu…”
Anna began crying loudly, clutching my right hand tightly, trying to pull it away.
How could I let her? While continuing to knead her tender breast, I placed my left hand on top of her head and stroked gently, offering a bit of reassurance.
After rubbing for a long time, her nipples had quietly stiffened. Her entire breasts had grown slightly red and swollen.
I placed my hands on Anna’s shoulders and pressed down firmly. Despite her slight resistance, she knelt on her knees. She raised her small face, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes.
In my haze, I couldn’t distinguish between Anna and Mia. Either way, both girls were usually quite troublesome. Having her kneel before me now brought a double layer of pleasure.
I held my throbbing, near-exploding cock and brought it close to the girl’s lips. She resisted, pulling back, but I grabbed both of her ponytails and yanked her head forward.
Anna looked up with red eyes. Tears rolled within them as she sobbed, “Brother…”
The cock pressed against her small red mouth. The heat of her breath made it twitch violently. I coaxed her again: “Mia, give brother a suck. Just put it in.”
“Brother, don’t do this, okay? You clearly said just now…”
When coaxing failed, I turned firm and threatened sharply: “That was just now. I really can’t hold back anymore. If you don’t give it to brother, brother will fuck you.”
Anna looked at me, sobbing for a moment. She opened her small mouth and leaned forward. As soon as her lips touched the glans, she immediately shrank back. After repeating this several times, she turned her head aside and covered her face, crying.
For some reason, I felt a surge of lewd dominance. I reached out and lightly slapped the side of her head twice. The little girl, greatly wSophiaed, cried for a while longer. Then, as if steeling herself, she opened her mouth and took half of the cock inside. Tears continued streaming down her cheeks.
Seeing the hard shaft disappear inch by inch into the girl’s mouth—warm and wet—I nearly cried out in pleasure.
This was only the second time my cock had entered Anna’s small mouth. Last time, she had taken the initiative, her pink, fragrant tongue cooperating skillfully for incredible comfort. This time, she was reluctant and full of grievance, like a coerced young girl. She only knew to open her mouth and did not lick at all. Her teeth occasionally scraped the shaft, making it somewhat uncomfortable.
Yet this very reluctance and emotional intensity drove me wilder. I couldn’t help grabbing her ponytails with both hands like reins, controlling her small head. My hips thrust forward as my cock moved frantically in and out between her cherry lips, stirring the fragrant saliva in her mouth and producing wet, obscene “gluck, gluck, gluck” sounds.
Looking down from above, I saw the usually cunning little witch now controlled in such a humiliating position. Her beautiful eyes looked upward, filled with rolling tears and deep shame.
The sight fueled my lust even more. My cock thrust madly into her mouth, the glans reaching the back of her throat with still a few inches left.
Though pretending to be an innocent child, her throat’s natural magic remained. It wrapped around the head and swallowed inward like a vortex. After just a few moments, I felt as though I were ascending to heaven.
I didn’t want to finish so hastily in her mouth. Suddenly, I pulled my cock out. Without hesitation, I flipped her onto the bed. I slid my hands under the light blue pleated skirt, grabbed the bottom of the tights, hooked a small hole with my nails, and then tore it with force, followed by pulling the white girl’s panties aside.