“Hey dumbass, did you take my fucking perfume again?”
You prepare to verbally skewer me, but the sight of your big sister in nothing but a towel pins your tongue to the bottom of your mouth.
“H-hey, sis. I uh,” you sputter, cheeks red as neon. You look adorable in your baby blue nightgown, a hand-me-down from yours truly after my breasts grew too large to fit. Your little antbites strain to make an impact against the thin fabric, but they will soon. HRT and puberty blockers have already made such a difference for you.
“I uh,” I repeat like a mockingbird, walking towards you with a swing in my hips. My saccharine grin sends your stomach into a tailspin. “What, is the towel too distracting? I could take it off for you if you prefer.”
My goading makes your breath hitch. Your words continue to fail you as close the distance from the door and lean over you. My hands are on my hips and my breasts are in your face and I’m so close and warm and you can smell my shampoo and-
I snap my fingers in your face.
“Uh, hello! Earth to Lizzie! God you’re such a hopeless little pervert, aren’t you?” I laugh and place my knee between your open legs. You want to back away but your bed’s only a twin and all the plushies lining your wall are blocking your escape route.
“I-I’m not a pervert! You’re j-just.”
My eyes narrow. “Just what, Lizzie?”
“U-uh, well. You see. You’re just so…”
Fuck you’re so obviously looking for a way out. I see your hazel eyes darting left and right like a scared rabbit. Looking for any way out. I see your attempt coming seconds before you make it.
You try to evade to your right but I grab your hand and pin it behind your back. Suddenly my face is centimeters from yours. My breath smells like mint. The sensation makes your lips tingle.
“Oh no you don’t,” I exclaim, my breaths hot and wet against your flushed face. “Where are you gonna go sis? Gonna go cry to mommy? Gonna tell her about all the fun things we’ve gotten up to lately?”
My other hand skims up your waist and slides against the side of your breast. I slide my thumb over your nipple. It’s hard, of course. Predictably, you moan.
I bend you over, using your continued weakness to pin both arms above your head with one hand. Your arousal is so obvious. I look down and see a wet spot growing where your dick is struggling against my old nightgown.
“Where. Is. My. Perfume?” I ask, near growling. I brush my lips against your cheek and you gasp out. I feel you struggling not to roll your hips against my warm cunt.
Knowing I’m not going to get anywhere without any pressure, I bring my free hand up and grasp your nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.
I pinch it hard to make a point. You moan as your eyes roll back halfway.
“I’m not going to ask nicely again, Lizzie.”
“It’s under my pillow!” You gasp out, cheeks blushing furiously as tears peak from your eyes.
“Is it now?” I answer with a cruel smile, sweet but dripping with animosity. “And why, pray tell, is it under your pillow?”
You look away from me, answering in the smallest voice you can summon. “Smelling it helps me fall to sleep….”
I giggle in your face. “Gosh, you’re so hopeless, sis.”
I release your hands and swipe my perfume from under your pillow. My towel falls to the floor as I rise, leaving me fully exposed. It’s too much to take in; you look away in shame of your arousal and desire.
I pay the scrap of fabric no mind as I saunter over to the door.
As I reach for the door handle, I turn to face you, looking divine in the sunlight of your window.
“The next time you’re having trouble sleeping, I’m just a text away,” I say with a wink. Then I slide through the doorway and close the door behind me with a slam.
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