“Emotional growth.” Daria grumbled back in her bed as she tugged her thin foreskin back and forth over her thick shaft,”What about THIS fucking growth, you prude. You said yourself you thought of it too.”
It had been too long since she’d enjoyed a nice pussy around her shaft. Losing her virginity to that boyslut Eric Green had lit a fire of need inside her ever since and only pussy could quell it.
Mom herself had called it a “game”, didn’t that imply some kind of acceptance of it on her part? Daria could play it, she just had to make sure to not get caught is all. If she “won” she’d get a nice ripe boycherry and reliable pussy, if she lost she’d lose her precious foreskin, which would be utterly humiliating and would probably keep her from getting as many dates since most boys tended to hate clipped girlmeat.
“Mmmm…..” Daria sighed as she massaged her delicate tip through her sheath,”Its worth the risk. Just have to not get caught!”
Nate would benefit from it too. He’d receive some much needed practical sex ed from someone he could trust, or at least trust more than anyone else. Daria thought nothing of fibbing and white lies to get a boy to part his legs for her and Nate wasn’t going to be the exception to it, especially if part of her dick was on the line. She’d just need to be careful.
“Oooohhhh fuck!” The idea was finally too much for Daria and her body stiffened and arched as her cock squirted a few thick ropes of cum up over her belly and tits before softening and shrinking.
The idea was no less appealing in the afterglow.
Daria was resolved.
She was going to fuck her brother.