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Jeremy hand reached out involuntarily, gently brushing against her shapely ass. Her skin was smooth as silk and incredibly firm to the touch; he laid his palm flat against it and began to knead softly. "Sis... your ass is so damn shapely..." he murmured to himself, simultaneously reaching down to grip his own cock and continue stroking it slowly. The sensation was overwhelmingly stimulating; he paused for a moment, then used both hands to grab the waistband of her panties and slowly began to pull them down. Her panties slid down past her shapely buttocks, revealing her pink, wanton pussy—already glistening with wetness. Her labia parted slightly, and glistening juices shimmered under the light.
"A girl's body reaction... truly slutty," Jeremy murmured under his breath. He extended his index finger, letting it glide gently from her clitoris down to her vaginal opening, caressing the slippery folds without actually penetrating. He simply stroked her lightly, stimulating her sensitive spots. With his other hand, he quickened the pace of stroking his own cock; pre-cum was already dripping down in viscous strands, and the head of his cock had turned a deep, purplish red.
Elena had actually been awake for some time; the touch of his finger sent a jolt—like an electric current—coursing through her entire body, making her heart pound wildly. Jeremy was her younger brother—how could things be happening like this? Yet the pleasure was too intense; an unbearable itch burned deep inside her pussy. Biting her lip, she feigned sleep, not daring to open her eyes. What would she do if she did? Push him away? But her body instinctively craved more.
Seeing her eyes still closed, Jeremy assumed she was fast asleep and immediately grew bolder in his actions. He climbed onto the bed, slipping both hands beneath her bra to cup her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were already erect—like two tiny cherries—and he gently kneaded and squeezed them with his fingers, circling his thumbs around her areolas. "Sis, your tits are so soft... so fucking beautiful..." he growled in a low voice. He bent down, burying his face between her legs, then extended his tongue to lick her wet, wanton pussy. Starting at her clitoris, the tip of his tongue teased and swirled gently before moving downward to lick the opening of her pussy, tasting the salty tang of her juices. Elena's body trembled; she bit down hard on her lower lip, fighting desperately to stifle any sound. *Fuck... my brother's tongue is so agile...* The sensation felt like burning fire; she wanted to moan, wanted to cry out, but her rational mind told her she couldn't.
Jeremy licked with even greater fervor—sometimes probing shallowly into her canal, sometimes sucking on her clitoris—all while continuing to stroke his own cock, his heavy, ragged breathing growing louder with every passing moment. Minutes ticked by—a full thirty of them—as Jeremy's tongue worked Elena's wet pussy, making wet, smacking sounds until her juices soaked the bedsheets. Finally, feeling the climax surge through him, his cock gave a violent jerk; a thick stream of cum erupted from him, splattering onto the floor and leaving milky-white streaks in its wake. Panting heavily, his body went limp for a moment; then, he hurriedly pulled up her panties, covered her with the blanket, and slipped back to his own room. Only when the door clicked shut did Elena open her eyes, her face flushed as red as a ripe apple. Her trembling hand reached inside her panties, finding her pussy still quivering from the recent pleasure. "God... Jeremy, you little bastard..." she murmured, yet her fingers instinctively began to rub her clitoris, the lingering aftershocks of pleasure making her legs go weak.
But that wasn't enough; she craved more. Elena sat up—her bra rumpled and half-exposed, her breasts spilling out—then rose from the bed, opened her dresser drawer, and retrieved the long dildo she kept carefully hidden away. The black silicone cock measured a full twenty centimeters—thick, imposing, and formidable. She stripped off her panties and bra, standing completely naked; spreading her long legs and thrusting her shapely hips backward, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts stood firm and perky, while her pussy was dripping wet—an absolute mess. "Fuck... what is wrong with me? My little brother's tongue left me aching for more..." she cursed softly, then positioned the dildo against her entrance and slowly began to push it inside. "Ah..." A muffled moan escaped her lips as her body arched; the artificial cock stretched her tight walls millimeter by millimeter, her wet juices trickling down her thighs. She began to thrust—slowly at first, then picking up speed—her hips slamming against the base of the dildo with a rhythmic slapping sound. "Mmm... Jeremy... your tongue... it felt so good... Fuck me... fuck your big sister's pussy..." she couldn't help but moan aloud, her voice hushed yet tinged with a desperate, tearful edge as she gripped the dildo tightly, thrusting it in and out with violent intensity. Her breasts jiggled with her movements, and her long legs went rigid; she imagined Jeremy's cock taking the place of the toy she held, her mind consumed entirely by the image of his face.
Meanwhile, lying in his bed, Jeremy had finally managed to cum once. His body relaxed, and he soon drifted into a deep slumber. Yet, had anyone looked closely, they would have noticed his cock slowly beginning to stiffen again, tenting the covers above him. That damned bloodline—it seemed utterly insatiable.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the kitchen where Jenna was busy making breakfast. She wore loose loungewear, yet her ample breasts and voluptuous ass remained impossible to conceal; her buttocks were as lush and round as two basketballs—jiggling with every step, they looked as if they might burst right through her pants. As Jeremy came downstairs, his eyes involuntarily drifted toward her, and he thought to himself: *Fuck—with a body like Jenna's, one look is enough to make my cock go rock hard.* Elena was already seated at the table, her cheeks faintly flushed. Her long legs were crossed, and her shapely buttocks pressed against the chair to form a seductive curve. She had brought herself to climax three times the previous night—moaning Jeremy's name with every thrust—and now, seeing him in person, her gaze darted away, though her eyes held an unspoken yearning.
"Good morning, Jeremy." Jenna turned around, her large breasts quivering slightly as she smiled. "Did you sleep well last night? You look like you're in high spirits."
Jeremy nodded, feeling a faint ache in his crotch as he took his seat. "Yeah, pretty well, Auntie." His gaze swept over Elena; she kept her head down, sipping her milk, her beautiful breasts faintly visible beneath her pajamas. *Fuck—ever since this system activated, everything has taken on a whole new, twisted flavor.* He knew he needed to find more "female toys" to satisfy this bloodline; otherwise, he'd never be able to get any sleep with his cock constantly standing at attention. Halfway through breakfast, Elena suddenly looked up, her expression complex. "Jeremy... did you hear any noises last night?"
Jeremy's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned ignorance. "No, Sis—why? What happened?"
She bit her lip and didn't press the matter further; yet, beneath the table, her long leg brushed inadvertently against his knee—a touch that felt like a spark igniting. Jenna remained blissfully unaware nearby, swaying her ample hips as she went to clear the dishes; Jeremy stared at her, his cock growing restless once again. *Fuck.* The day had barely begun, yet he already felt like a walking sex machine. *System, you'd better not be fucking with me again.*
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