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

As soon as Vincent stepped out the door, his face changed. He looked surprised and a bit pissed off at the entire thing, but it didn't seem like Nebila was completely aware of what was going on, which was good. He got into his car, and started to drive away, upset at the fact that he had plans of things to do with Potur and or Nebila, and now they were out of the picture.

Nebila turned to Potur and sighed, "What did I do wrong? And what are you talking about my speaking habits? I talk what's on my mind, when I feel like it. I didn't know Vincent would burst to tears. It takes a lot away from what I liked about him." She glanced at her sister's unbelievably perfect breasts. "You did do anything with him right? Or am I being lied to by two people..."
 
Potur shook her head again. "See, that's precisely what I'm talking about." She made a tch-tch sound with her mouth before patting her sister on the back once more and heading up the stairs to her room, coffee mug still in head. "You assume to much. Learn to trust people more... He is your boyfriend after all."
 
"Yeah, he's my boyfriend and he gawks at you as if your tits are about to pop out of your shirt and jump right into his mouth. I'm not fucking stupid Potur." She gathered a few of her things, a cheap bag she bought with one of the checks their parents sent them, her cell phone of course, and quickly rushed out of the house. "I'm leaving."
 
As the door shut, Potur sighed to herself again before reclining in her chair. "Again... so spontaneous. That's your greatest flaw." With a frown she headed down stairs back to the TV. The weather was still on and she sat down to watch it. It was rather soothing to watch, and she always did so whenever something bothered her. Today just happened to be such a day...
 
Not even an hour later, Potur heard her home phone ringing. It was usually telemarketers, card services, or schools trying to ask for money. Hardly anyone called their house number anymore.
 
It had been a few hours, and the TV was turned onto a random channel showing a drama. She had heated up some soup from a can and set the bowl down in front of the TV. Potur groaned as the phone rang and picked it up reluctantly before answering, "Hello?"
 
"Potur, it's me, Vince. Sorry about earlier. I spoke to Neblia, so she's not home huh?" He asked calmly. "I didn't want to go that far... but that girl's getting smarter everyday."
 
"Oh, hey Vince..." She smiled and stood upright. Having someone she actually like call her was nice for a change. She set the soup down, having forgotten about it now that something else caught her attention. The girl laughed softly to herself before replying, "You give her too much credit. She's not nearly as bright as you think."
 
"Whatever the case... I'm a little upset about not being able to spend the day with you. So... what's say... I come pick you up... it's a nice day out so we'll hang at the boardwalk, shop around at the outlet stores and such... then we go to the beach, or a pool. If not, you can come over my place after, I have a big pool. Get's cleaned three times a day." He chuckled, looking at himself in the mirror, running his fingertips through his hair. "Would you like that?"
 
"Mmm... That does sound nice." Potur smiled softly before getting up from the couch and heading upstairs, already looking for something to wear. "Seems you're quick to forget, since you're already asking me out." She giggled softly as she took off her house-pants and wandered through the drawers to find a comfortable sexy pair to wear for the day. "Well, Nebila won't be coming back for a while, so just pick me up whenever, I'll be waiting~"
 
Vince grinned, "See you in a bit." He shut his phone and fixed himself up before heading towards Potur's house a second time around.
 
Potur decided to wear something a bit more sexy today for Vincent. Since it was so nice out today, she went to her summer garments and put on a white flared skirt and a blue blouse. She sat downstairs on the couch again with her bag at her siding eagerly waiting for him to show up.
 
Vince rolled around less than half an hour later. He wasn't going to come inside to get her, he simply waited outside for her, honking occassionally since she was probably expecting him. His cock was already semi-hard as he waited, but today wasn't so much about fucking her, he wanted to show her that he has more to offer her, and vice versa. Although if he could get a bit of pussy while the going's hot, he wouldn't deny it.
 
Potur could head the car from outside and stood up eagerly when she knew it was him. Putting herself into a pair of heels that only further exposed her long legs, she headed out the door. When she saw Vincent in his car she smiled broadly and went to the passener's seat to give him a small kiss on the cheek. "Mmm, good to see you again Vincent."
 
He smiled and squeezed her shoulder firmly. "Sorry about before. You look great." He said, sitting back before reaching for the wheel and lever, pulling away from the house quickly. "So, boardwalk?" His eyes read over her body, chocolate skin, wonderful eyes, perfect tits and goddess like legs. He had absolutely nothing to complain about.
 
"Come on stop worrying about it. Nothing went wrong." She smiled and leaned back comfortable in the back seat before nodding her head. "The boardwalk sounds great." Since there was such a nice breeze blowing today, Potur was sure it would be even nicer when they were close to the ocean side.
 
Vince nodded and continued driving, stopping several minutes later at a large parking lot. The ocean was right beside them and the boardwalk and it's many stores rested along it's edge.
 
As they reached the ocean, Potur stood up from the car seat and purred softly as a sea breeze gently covered her entire body. Oh how long it had been since she had been to the boardwalk. Eager to look around, she grabbed at Vincent's arm before hurrying to send the two of them to the boardwalk to explore.
 
A small army of people crowded the wooden walkways, traffic coming in from both sides. Shoe stores, small private restaurants, arcades, clothing stores and all sorts of little shops scattered all over the place. Guys, most with their girl or a friend joked and laughed about almost anything, some riding bikes or skateboarding, a large number of them just watching out to the beach. There was some sort of kite festival going on, hundreds of different kites were being flown over the blue sky, from dragons, to mascots and advertisements, some were just regular kites.

It would be pretty much impossible for Vince or Potur to get into the beach with this much crowd. Well, perhaps just Vince, Potur could easily sneak in with anyone she wanted to.

Vince was pulled out to the main walk, already seeing half a dozen guys gawking at Potur.
 
Potur can't say she was surprised by how busy the boardwalk was today, considering how absolutely beautiful the weather was today. She purred softy as she wriggled her arm into the loop that was Vincent's arm. Her eyes wandered up to the kites and found herself stuck there for a while. She was led just by Vincent, as her eyes were fixed on all of the different kites in the air.

Her eyes wandered over to see all of the different people gazing over her body. She smirked and snuggled up even more against Vincent, her breasts pressing up against his arm ever so gently.
 
Vincent didn't become angered by the gawking eyes, extending pupils and drooling mouthes. Fuck, they weren't touching her. If they would, eventually, that's a different story, right now she was with him, and that's all he cared about. He liked how she looked out to the kites though. Nebila must have had the worst impression of her sister ever. Wrong or write as he may be, Vince was really thinking of her as a sweetheart, just with an overwhelmingly strong sexual appetite, which may mislead some to thinking she's rowdy, eager, slutty.

Vince smirked as he looked at Potur, and the watchful eyes. "Babe you're going to get me stabbed..." He joked, kissing the high part of her cheek before walking on a bit. The walk was quite longer than a mile, and everything was cost-effective and of good quality. "I want to buy you something. I saw it the other day while I was out here with some friends." Vincent notices muscled assholes trying to talk loudly, flex and bump into Potur to get her attention. Although not massively muscular, Vince had enough of a body to show off on a hot day himself. For a moment, he thought about Potur being fucked by two or three of these guys and felt like hitting them, but her soft breasts pressing on his arm fixed the entire problem.
 
The girl giggled softly and teasingly pressed her breasts more firmly up against his arm. "Mmm, I'd like that though... We could sneak into one of these alleyways real quick..." She said jokingly. Potur blinked curiously when he mentioned wanting to get her something. "Oh? What's that?" Even though she asked, he didn't give an immediate reply. Her eyes wandered over to see the many men trying to grab her attention. Of course they didn't hold it since she had no interest in muscle-bound people like that. No, she was much more of a fan of handsome men like Vincent.
 
Vincent laughed quietly, "Don't worry, you'll find out what it is. You might even not like me for it." He scratched by his cheek and turned, unbuttoning his shirt, just to show a bit of his body as well, the guys were really pissing him off. They paid him little mind, their eyes still on Potur and her unreal breasts.

"I'd suck those tits until I got some nice warm chocolate milk..." Said one of the meatheads, Vincent's eyebrows twitched and he decided to walk on quickly before resorting to violence. Chances are he'd get in a lot of trouble, and he didn't want to ruin his potentially successful day with Potur.
 
"Mmm, I don't like waiting like that though! Come on, just tell me what it is..." She eyes his hands wandering to the buttons and watched as he undid a few. It was clear that the others were now bothering him. She was used to such comments though, but it was clear Vincent wasn't. Potur put a hand on his change softly before speaking, "Come on now, don't worry about them... Let's just have a nice date, okay?"
 
"Hm, alright. Come on, I want to show you what I want to buy you." He smiled and walked with her, seeing some of the stuff for sale, a wide variety of foods, and of course the still increasing number of kites down by the beach. He walked into a store, much like any other. There were T-shirts, shoes, sporting goods, toys, a mix of a ton of things. Vince walked towards the cashier, "Hey Megan. Do you still have that thing I asked you to hold for me?"

The dusty blonde haired girl scratched the side of her head, "What you asked me for yesterday?"

"Yeah. It's for her." He turned around to look at Potur.

The store worker sighed. "It's in the fitting rooms Vince."

"Thank you Megan. How much is it..."

Vince spoke to her a while longer, dropping two Franklin's crisp and new on her counter. "You keep the change Megan. Potur! C'mon." He walked towards the fitting rooms searching the booths for where they had her item.
 
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