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Living in a Vorish World - Page 386 - Sex [Incest] - By kaledeen - Overview
Nearly half an hour passes, and you feel no closer to sleep. Mira still lies beside you, gently stroking one hand over your shoulder as you each listen to the other’s breathing.

“…Max…?”

“Yeah?”

“When I got the key from Leah, she said you’d been talking with her and Taryn in the morning…”

“…yeah…?”

“She said you’ve never been laid. And that if you could wish for anything, you wanted to fuck a girl and not get eaten by her afterwards…?”

“Mira… where are you going with this?” you asked, turning back to face her as she propped herself on one arm.

“I… Well, I am going to eat you…” you nod nervously, waiting for her to continue “…but… until then… I mean, you aren’t sleeping anyway…”
Outwardly silent, you may be, but internally your mind was going haywire. Mira was family, and… and she was going to eat you tomorrow. You would die. And you would die a virgin, which you did not want...

…But, she was still family. And hot. Very hot. And you had been thinking about her all week. And… and even though you wanted to feel bad about it, your hand reached upward to rest on her abdomen.

Calmly stroking her bare skin with your thumb as you held her, you stopped and slid your hand upwards, beneath the loose child-sized Ms. Pac Man t-shirt where your hand found her breast. Soft and uncovered, you began to rub at the underside of her breast with your thumb, and Mira reached down with her free hand to take your hand and press it firmly against her tit, squeezing the soft flesh as it compressed in your grip.

Before you speak, Mira is kissing you, her tongue licking at your lips, and then over your own tongue as you open your mouth and kiss her back. In moments, you’re beneath her, the flannel of her pajama bottoms soft and warm against your hardening cock as she straddles you, grinning down at you as she feels your boner poking against her thigh.

“Have you ever thought about me this way?”

“…Yes…”

“Last night?”

“No, that was… I was dreaming I was with someone…”

“Ah,” Mira whispers back, removing her shirt and letting her breasts hang free. “She probably has bigger boobs than me, huh?” she asks you, wriggling her chest back and forth cutely as she brushes her hair back from her face.

“Your boobs are perfect.” You reach forward and touch them, taking one in each hand, groping, squeezing, rubbing, all the while Mira grins and giggles down at you.

“I’m glad you like them. I’m hoping you’ll make them bigger.” She holds your hands against her chest and shifts her hips, grinding against your cock and laughing quietly as you moan. “I guess I should let you fuck me now, huh?”
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