You turn around. Cerise is standing before you. She's holding the cucumber you picked out for her.
"Is this... really like yours?" she asks.
"Pretty close," you say, feeling a thrill of adrenaline course through you.
"It seems so much bigger than I remember... fatter..." Cerise says. She cocks her head and stares at it from the side, transfixed. "Holding it in my hand like this is-- different, somehow."
Despite how dusty this little cabin is, you can actually smell her growing arousal, mingled with the slightly sour odor of her sweaty body.
>What will you do?
[X] Compare and contrast
"We could do a side-by-side comparison if you want."
Cerise's eyes sparkle in the dim half-light of the boathouse.
"H-here?" she says.
"You're the one who came in here asking about it," you say. "And you closed that door for a reason, didn't you?"
Cerise twists around to look at the closed boathouse door. "I guess I did," she says, turning back to face you.
"Go on, then," you tell her. "Take a look."
Cerise approaches you. Her hand is trembling as she reaches out and hooks a finger in the elastic of your trunks. The back of her hand brushes against your hips as she tugs the shorts slowly down. The contact tickles. And knowing that it's her hand -- thinking about what's going to happen -- makes your member twitch, filling with blood.
The trunks slide past your rapidly hardening penis. Free of its confines it springs up, bouncing obscenely in the warm air.
Cerise gasps when she sees it, holding her hand to her mouth. Your shorts crumple around your ankles and you step out of them, pressing your body to hers. Both of you are slick with sweat.
"I showed you mine..." you say. You undo the string on her bikini. She stands rigid as the garment splits apart and falls to the ground.
The tiny boathouse reeks of your collective horniness. The musk of your cock mingles with the womanly scent of her leaking pussy and makes a heady odor that almost overpowers you.
You hold her by her slender shoulders and kiss her -- not the gentle kiss from under the bridge, but forcefully, roughly, forcing your tongue into her mouth. She accepts it all, breathing in your passion. You pet her lustrous hair and cradle her delicate neck. She sighs in pain as your hand rubs against a raw spot on the back of her neck -- the beginning of a sunburn.
Cerise goes to her knees. She lays one palm flat against your calf, and with the other she juxtaposes the cucumber to your pulsing shaft.
Her eyes dart back and forth between the two.
"I think I did pretty good," you say. "Don't you?"
Cerise takes her free hand and runs a forefinger across the length of your cock. You revel in a delicious but frustratingly brief burst of carnal pleasure.
"It even has the same little curve to it," she says. Her breath comes out hot against your aching cock.
"I... want to test something..." she says. She leans her neck way back, baring the tiny, vulnerable, and pale hollow of her collarbone. Opening wide, she slides the cucumber past her pink lips and into her yawning mouth, coating the vegetable with her saliva. She pushes it back, inch by inch, as far as she can take it. She makes it about two thirds of the way, until she begins to gag and sputter around it. Her narrow throat bulges from the invading object.
When she pulls it out, it makes a delightfully nasty wet squelch.
You run your hands once more through her jet black hair, rubbing her from from forehead to crown and back again. She stares up at you, waiting for what comes next.
"I-- I think I'm losing my mind..." she says.
"Me too..."
You buck your hips forward, touching your cockhead to her lips. She parts her mouth and lets you in.
The warmth and wetness sends shudders up your spine. Cerise's mouth is better than a million cocksleeves, better than any mouth or any pussy you've ever had. Her saliva, her limber tongue, her smooth cheeks -- and her eyes that never, not for a second, look away from yours -- it's paradise.
You let Cerise control the pace, simply petting her as she does the work. She bobs her head, taking you in slowly, almost agonizingly so. At the same time, you see her reach down and rub the cucumber against her sopping pussy, letting her the cream from her labia run down its length.
When Cerise has your shaft as deep as she can tolerate, your glans resting against the back of her tongue and her clenching gullet, she rises to her haunches and penetrates herself with the makeshift toy.
"Mmfff~~" she moans around you, the vibration traveling through your manhood in ripples. She wags the tip of her tongue, just barely brushing it against your balls, as she humps herself against the cucumber that has become the vehicle of your ersatz incest.
There's something lovably perverted and yet heart-rendingly pure about this. Cerise's needful cunt makes an audible sound -- 'schlick' is an appropriate onomatopoeia -- as she slides it in and out of herself at an increasingly erratic pace. So too does her cocksucking produce truly filthy noises that make you grit your teeth and grunt as she violates her own throat with your leaking prick.
But the way she stares into your eyes, as if looking into your very soul -- there's something still sisterlike underneath the animal desire, a bond between the two of you different from anything else. You love your older sister. She loves her younger brother. And because of that, you're about to cum directly in her throat.
Who said you're not a romantic?
"Cerise!" you cry. "Cerise, I'm going to cum!"
"Mmf-- mmff!" she mumbles. The tone sounds like encouragement, and her eyes smolder impishly, so you decide this is the all-clear. As Cerise vaults off the cliff and into her own messy orgasm, spraying her juices all across the ancient wooden floor in geyserlike blasts around the fucking cucumber inside her, you paint her throat with every drop of semen you have. You cum inside of her, completely, in her mouth, down her throat, into her stomach. You empty yourself inside of her as you hold her by the ears and gaze longingly into your eyes.
"I love you!" you yell. "I love you!"
And her mumbled grunts are not intelligible as English speech, but you know she's saying the same thing back to you.