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=Zalvek= [Sister's Boyfriend] =Duragon=

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Duragon

Super-Earth
Joined
Feb 19, 2009
In most cases, sisters get along quite well. They play together, grow up together, share their magazines about boys, approve each other's dates and are usually their own best friends. It's a wonderful bond that only sisters could have. However, in the case of these two sisters, things did not run that smoothly.

"Hello? Hey, Vince... what's up honey? No no, I won't be doing anything tonight, yeah, if you want I'll come over?"

She paused, biting her lip in excitement of seeing her boyfriend later on that night, a boyfriend was regarded as one of the wealthiest and generally genuine people around. "You want to come over? But only me and my sister live here. Hah... you don't want to meet her... she's a total dirt bag. But alright, when will you be around? Six? Awesome. I love youuu babyy!" She sung happily into the phone, Vince feeling remotely embarassed and hanging up quickly. Then her face changed, walking over to her dear sister's room.

"Hey. Open the damn door, loser."
 
Potur groaned in frustration. The knock and voice was more than enough to let her know who it was. It was times like these that she wondered what happened to sweet innocent younger sisters? Well there was no point in trying to think about hypothetical situations... She set down her magazine and stood up from the bed before opening the door and kindly answering,

"Yes, what can I do for you runt?"

She made sure to do as she always did and thrust her large DD mounds of flesh straight into her little sisters face. That was on category in which she was quite stellar compared to her little sister, and she loved it. Her dark eyes gleamed with a sadistic grin at the little girl, at least little in her eyes.
 
Her sister didn't resemble her much at all. Apart from the hair and somewhat similar skin shades, the two were completely different. Nebila let her silver hair grow longer than her older sister, and what she lacked in body she made up with a false innocence that usually brought her the best looking guys. There's nothing like a closet whore.

Nebila's eyes widened as she brought her face back, "Jesus Christ... I hope you start straining your lower back and end up in a bed for a few years..." She murmured, trying to avoid her sisters grand breasts. Nebila had a solid body of her own, but it didn't compare to her elder sister's in the least. She figured the long hair would be easily chosen over the short hair by boys, and so far that theory's proven itself correctly.

"My boyfriend Vincent is dropping by, he's seen you and you've seen him, but he doesn't know you and doesn't want to know you. So I felt bad for you and decided to give you some insights on what kind of guy he is..." She said with a smile, her eyes closed as she spoke. "First, he's hung. Second, his body's just... so so tight. Third, makes me feel like melting when he goes down on me... and lastly... oh yeah... he's MY boyfriend. So that's what a typically day is like everytime I see him. And beside that, I took his virginity, AND we don't even use condoms... so I just want you to know how deeply involved in each other he and I truly are." She hugged her own arms. "So yeah. Don't try looking like a cunt-worn whore when he gets here... he's decent and I think you might want to try to not look like a prostitute when he's around."
 
Potur grinned wickedly as she proudly jutted out her chest further into her younger sister’s face. It was one of the main strong points she had against her sister and she loved to tease her with it. She was well aware that Nebila had a horrible case of being self-conscious, and what kind of sister would she be if she didn’t abuse that as much as possible? A good one, and she couldn’t possibly have that.

She blinked idly as her sister practically came herself when talking about her supposed boyfriend. Boyfriend… what a silly word. Men were useless in her opinion, aside from only one thing, and she could just as easily get that with just the smallest slip of alcohol, and a seductive pout of the bright pink lips. Still, she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t find herself interested in Vincent at all. Her eyes did wander over the boy from time to time, and he certainly was a pretty little one. Yet she certainly wouldn’t let her sister know that. “Hm. No condom is it? Well when you get knocked up and he loses interest, let me know, I’ll be sure to take good care of him in the mean time.” This was a total lie, since Potur couldn’t stand rubber herself.

An idea began to form in her mind, and as usual it revolved around making her sister miserable and broken. She smiled softly to herself before nodding softly. “Alright then sis, I’ll be sure to stay out of you two lovebird’s hair. I’ll even make you my famous Alfredo pasta tonight for the two of you.” She gave a much sweeter smile to the girl, and gently ruffled her hair. Before she could give a reply, she stepped out of the door frame and headed down the stairs to the kitchen.
 
Nebila frowned when Potur began speaking about her being pregnant. Although Potur wasn't that much older, Nebila found herself feeling as if she was, and it pissed her off. She didn't have time to worry about her sister's threats, massive breasts or slutty responses. She felt like cracking her big sister over the face with something until she mentioned the meal. "Re-really? You'll do that? Great. I'm going to take a shower really fast... Don't tell him that I told you that we screw without protection either." She said, assuming her already walking away sister had heard the instruction. She turned and smiled, rushing into the bathroom, the young closet whore undressed quickly, her nude, cute body hopping into the shower before pulling the curtains.


Minutes, and literally, minutes after she begun, there was a sturdy knock at the front door. It could have been the mailman, or a package delivery man. No one else lived there as the two sisters managed to live alone with their own ways of making money and financial help from a mother who lived fourteen countries to the east on constant business. She'd send her beloved daughters checks every so often to help them with the house and also have some pocket change for their own personal use.

Of course, behind the expensive red wood door was Vincent. Not the mailman or any other possible visitor.
 
Potur continued to smile all the way down the stairs. However by the time she reached the bottom, it was no longer the sweet smile from earlier. No, it was much more malevolent and sadistic. Oh the plans she had for her sister and her supposed love… She certainly would enjoy herself these next few days.

Once at the kitchen, Potur put on her apron. However she made sure to make it fit onto her body as tight as possibly, making the white fabric indent with the shape of her breasts. She hummed softly to herself while cooking the noodles in the boiling water when there came a knock on the door. She was almost positive on who it was, and grinned eagerly over the matter. With the water still boiling, and the slight fragrance of Alfredo filling the house, she headed to the door and opened it. She eyed the boy intently and gave that seductive smile she was ever so well known for.

“Ah, you must be Nebila’s date… I’m her sister Potur, please come in.” She winked playfully at the young man before beckoning him seductively with the curl of a slender finger.
 
Vincent brought his hand down to his side as he was about to knock again when the door opened. He listened to the marvel of a woman that was in front of him and smiled nervously. "Oh, hello. I'm..." His eyes quickly and easily detoured, particularly at her ample breasts. "I'm Vincent. Pleasure to meet you." He clarified, his eyes trying to stay north of her tempting juggs. He slowly walked inside, looking around the clean and modern home.

"I remember seeing you several times... we never really had the opportunity to talk. So.. where is Nebila? I don't see a problem with me spending some time with her sister, but I thought that people actually see each other on traditional visits." He remained at a calm standing, his mind battling to get the thoughts of Potur's naked body out of his head.
 
Potur looked back at the man with a sweet smile before nodding her head. She walked with a bit of a strut, letting Vincent get a nice view of the aesthetically appeasing rear as well. “You can just sit in the living room if you want for now. Nebila should be down in a few moments.”

She smiled at him once more before walking over to the kitchen. While dicing up chives, she looked up and spoke through the house. The living room and kitchen were luckily right across from each other. “Ah, she’s up stairs right now and showering. She should be down in a few moments though.” She slipped the diced herbs into the Alfredo mix before heating it up on the stove.
 
Vincent's eyes narrowed as he nodded. "Sure thing. Do you think that perhaps I can help you with something? I sit around at home for hours in my books... I don't really speak to too many other people besides a couple of close friends, and recently, your sister."

He approached her, doing otherwise was against his inner man begging him to get another glimpse of her. His chest bumped against her shoulder as he tried to get himself involved, secretly trying to filter out the smell of the tasty food, just to intake her scent. He had a decent aroma himself. "It's funny... I think you and I are relatively the same age. Does your sister stay with one boyfriend a long time..."

And there it was... her sister's potion... her remedy. It was almost begging for her to poison it before she serves it back to her.
 
He was eager to help. That certainly would make her work much easier. “Ah, of course. I’d love to have some extra help with all of this work…” She smiled and offered him a whisk for the creamy sauce. “Now… what I want you do to is take this whisk and beat this sauce as hard as you can, until it’s nice and rich and thick and creamy. Be sure to get a taste of it to make sure it’s just right, okay?”

She smiled warmly at him before going to finish up the cooking of the noodles. As he asked her about her age, she giggled softly to herself. “Really? I thought you were at least a year or two younger than I was…” She shrugged and didn’t think much of the matter. When Vincent began to question Nebila, she took the opportunity to make her comments. “Well… She tends to be a bit of a swinger, who jumps from boy to boy… she has no real commitment honestly… it’s a shame.” She shook her head in disappointment and sighed.
 
Vincent took the tool and smiled as she described how she wanted the result to be. Of cousre, his mind drifted off into thoughts of other thick and creamy substances, but it was a task he should be able to do.

His face however showed obvious damage when she answered him however, the beating of the ingredients intensified as he listened to her explanation. "That's not good news. She doesn't come off as the type." He said quietly, the sauce become a bit thick in a hurry.
 
“Yeah… I’m sorry to let you know this, but it’s better than her just leading you on and on.” Potur sighed before taking the bowl of sauce from him, and pouring it onto the plates of pasta. She added a bit of paprika to all of them for flavor. And a little extra something else for her sister… Narcotics were wonderful things after all. "She may not seem it, but she certainly is one wonderful actor."
 
"I'm sorry about that." He mentioned, perhaps he had beaten the ingredients a bit too hard. "I just can't believe that." He leaned against the counter as Nebila's voice echoed in the entire house.

"Hey honey!!" She yelled, rushing over towards him and hugging him.

Vincent really didn't want to be in her arms, but again, her breasts were rubbing against him and she smelled wonderful. He brought his arms around her, she then pulled away and kissed his lips a bit too passionately for the kitchen. Probably just to toss some sand in Potur's eyes. "I missed you honey..."

Vincent watched her as his grip on her eased, "We were just together yesterday..."

"I know, but... I had so much fun that I started missing you right away. I see you've met my sister. You could just stamp the letters CUNT right on her forehead." She laughed loudly, grabbing onto his arm.

Vincent turned away, keeping in mind what Potur said to him.

"Come on baby... let's go upstairs and do what we did at your house yesterday..."
 
Potur wasn’t phased at all by the words her sister had to offer. That was nothing compared to what she had done. She could already tell by the expression on Vincent’s face that she had done more than enough. Still, she’d play along with her sister for now to let her know not to mess with the older in the family.

“CUNT you say? Don’t forget who made you dinner tonight. And I don’t want the two of you doing anything of the sort while this meal gets cold.”

She crossed her arms and gave them a somber expression. “Also, I hope you have rubber Vincent. I don’t need my little sister getting in any trouble more so than usual.” She chuckled softly to herself before going to get the silverware for dinner.
 
"No... no actually... I was going to ask her to let us eat first. I don't think it's really polite to leave your meal to cool while we do something else." He turned back to Nebila, "It's also rude to do that when there are other people in the house...!" He didn't really want to, not after what he heard. "You shouldn't really call your sister that. She cooked for us." He said, making his way towards the table.

Nebila glared at her for a brief moment before Potur left to get the utensils.
 
Potur didn't take note of any looks or comments her sister made. She was much too busy humming to herself idly. She brought over the plates and set them all down, making sure Nebila had the "Special" plate of Alfredo. "Now... isn't this nice? I'll leave the two of you to eat at the dining table. I'll be in my room if you need anything at all." She smiled at Vincent, and forced herself to smile at her sister as well. It was all for the sake of the act...
 
"Wait up!" Vincent tried to call to see if she would stop for a moment. "You've prepared enough food, please have dinner with us. You cooked it after all." He insisted.

"No, you can let her leave. She doesn't cook very well anyway..."

Vincent looked back at his meal.
 
Potur looked behind from her stairs and shook her head at Vincent with that same smile. "No no, you two should have some alone time. Besides, you are here to see her, not me after all." Without another word she walked up the stairs in her room, leaving a small sliver of the door open in case she did happen to have another visitor.
 
"What the hell's your problem Vince?" Asked Nebila, her smile widening as she dug into the meal. "I got a free meal and alone time with my babyy..."

Vince's eyes narrowed. "Why are you so cold to your sister? She cooked you some dinner."

"Yeah, but she has this terrible habit..." She explained, Vincent already eating the delicious meal Potur cooked up.

"Yeah... and what's that? She wears somewhat tight clothing and is nice to your guests?"

"Shut up Vince... you're acting like a dick. I wanted you to come over so that we can have some fun..."
 
Alright, it was true that the slip in the door wasn’t just for the sake of getting a visitor. It was also for the sake of listening in on what was going on between the two. She found herself quite content with the end results. “Mmm…excellent,” she said to herself softly.

Potur sighed to herself softly as she chewed on a bit of pasta. If she had done everything properly, her cute little sister would be completely knocked out in twenty minutes. And then, she would have her chance…
 
"Hey, how many boys have you been with?" He asked, suddenly losing his apetite.

""I've gone out with six boys. Only had sex with two... you included."

Vincent liked that answer, though it could have been shorter. "I hope you're being honest. We screw without protection, I don't want any embarrassing disease later." He said with a calm smile.

Nebila but looked away.

"Nebila..."

"Oh? What? Yeah, sure... no diseases..." She sat closer to him to kiss him, Vincent pulling away slighlty.

"Wait up... you taste like Alfredo."
 
Potur wasn't going to lie, they were a very sweet couple. It was just such as shame that one end of it had to be that rotten little brat of a sister. Although saying it like that, perhaps a better way would be to state that Vincent seemed to be a very sweet guy. She purred softly to herself as she let her mind wander, her hand ever so gently sliding into her skin tight pants and wriggling into her undergarments, unable to control herself anymore. Perhaps just a few touches wouldn't hurt, just to warm herself up...
 
Vincent stood up after their meal and gathered the dishes. "So... I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie, or check to see if your sister wants to..." He turned to see Nebila wander onto the couch and cuddle up into a ball.

Vincent sighed, "She's acting awfully strange." He smiled, making his way up the steps, he felt it was awesome for the two sisters to live by themselves.
 
The steps approaching meant one of two things: one, Nebila could have figured out her scheme and was rushing to kill her now, or the much preferred two, Vincent was coming up to visit her. Whatever the reason, now would have been an excellent time to get her hands out of her pants. She had finished her own dish of pasta earlier on, and it was now sitting at her desk. She had returned to the magazine she was reading before any of these plots and schemes came to mind. Potur did her best to act as naive as possible of everything.
 
Although the door was partially opened, Vince wouldn't have just walked in. He knocked lightly, his fingertips touching his tongue as he tasted something bizzare.

"Um... are you in here...? Your sister's fallen asleep on the couch. She's acting a bit strange and spaced out... has she had anyone over recently? You can tell me the truth."
 
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