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Inka walked out of her room into the living room to find her brother bug asleep on the couch. grining she walks over to her brother and starts unbuttoning his pants licking her lips.

Inka leaned over bug's body, her neon green hair dancing softly in the air as she grin"ned". She planted a soft kiss on his cheek before unzipping his pants carefully^. Unbuttoning them*, she reveals his enormous cock which seems to grow even more in excitement. Her eyes widened with delight, biting her bottom lip playfully as she pulled< out his stiff member and oh so large balls.

Pulling off her own pants, revealing her shiny glistening pussy lips; an aura of pure want surrounds her suitably for this encounter

Inka never fails to tease her "dear younger brother". While he's slumbered away, she managed to entice herself into this predicament. Blowing softly at the tip of the his huge penis, she notices his last bits of sleepiness vanish. Her smirk widens with satisfaction and she coos softly, knowing he would be dreaming about her even as he slept.

Her emerald hair glistens in the dim light, the strands brushing gently against her enormous bosom, reminiscing the bond they share. A sweet, dark,

saccharine scent wafted through the air as she delicately ran her long green tongue* along the underside of his aroused member, tenderizing Oh, how she loved the taste of his pre-come, the shudder and shiver of the body it came from. The salty essence was addictive to her, triggering her glands to release pheromones enhancing her essence, mixing with her saliva creating an intoxicating concoction intended just for her brother.

She knew he felt this too& it was written all over his face; the flush

of his cheeks and the hurried, labored breaths further amplified his growing need. Inka's smug, self-satisfied smile grew at the sight, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint as she dabbed her dewy index finger in the enhanced pre-come near the tip of his cock.

She brought her finger to her glossy, green lips, tasting it teasingly. Her throat made an enticing gulping sound that only increasing the fervor she stirred in him. A low moan arrived from deep within

his slumbering body as Inka carefully guided herself atop him, her silky smooth hips grazing against the listening disc of his desire. She locked her eyes onto his sleeping face, not afraid of the intense lustful gaze she saw behind even the faintest flashes of recognition drummed by dreams.

With an impossibly slow motion which lasted ages, but also seemed to pass in a mere instant, she pressed herself down unmercifully upon him. Her warm moisture encompassed every nerve ending within his awakening body like lightning strike jolting him suddenly awake beneath this ghost

sister with neon secretions from deep within her core dribbling down over his pale Lazarus, leaving glossy trails of anticipation. Her living form melding with the coarse hair marking life unassailable as she gyrates against him in a rhythm that could have sent any man into oblivion.

"My sweet brother, this desire just refuses to die, does it...?" She breathed huskily into his ear in a sultry tenor that was silk-smooth borrowed straight from beneath the heated shadow she always cast. His response,

"Inka's devilish smile widened;" a rapturous ripple coursing through her ghostly form as she gave him no respite from her pressing demeanor, luxuriating in his painfully palpable desire. She let out a mischievous giggle against his skin, tracing her tongue along it with long languorous turns haunted by hues belonging solely to her world.

"Oh, you poor boy! This is me just checking if your love for me is as insatiable as my morning breakfast cravings," she whispered hus

ing near his lobe, her voice now turned raspy with faux concern. Each word floated into him like an invisible four-leaf clover insinuating its beguiling charm. As she spoke, Inka's hips continued their unyielding motion above him; sweet crescendos shook the silence erotic confessions echoed between these haunted walls without care.

In response, he shifted enough to push back slightly under her quantifiable pressure; there was no malice but also no meekness just humility in it. "You know you're relent