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The room is dark except for the nightlight Daddy had set up for them, a sickly green moon faintly illuminating their princess playset and piles of stuffed animals. Velvette’s gasps turns into a squeal as Charlie grinds her slippery cunt onto Velvette’s crotch.
Her legs are splayed impossibly wide, one leg in the air as Charlie uses it for leverage, bouncing up and down. Her snow-white tits bounce up and down, purple with bite marks and shining with saliva; her pussy lips are fat and puffy, untrimmed blonde pubes soaked to a dark brown.
“Be quiet, Vettie,” whispers Charlie, "You’ll wake--.”
The door swings open; Velvette squints at the sudden onslaught of light.
Vox’s unmistakable silhouette stands in the entryway, arms crossed. Charlie freezes, staring at Vox with her enormous, tear-filled eyes. “It wasn’t me, Daddy, Vettie made me!”
Vox takes deliberate, slow, steps to the side of the bed. Charlie clutches Velvette’s leg like a teddy bear.
Vox raises an eyebrow, unable to completely hide his smug, eager grin. “Oh, really? Your sister made you climb into her bed and hump her in her sleep?”
Charlie casts her eyes down, lip trembling, though her hips stutter, her stiff clit kissing Velvette's with a jolt. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just-”
“You’re the older sister, Char-Char, you should know better. What kind of nasty little girl wants her sister’s pussy this badly?”
Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Vox tsks. “Is ‘sorry’ going to unrape your sister?”
Charlie shakes her head no.
“That’s right. Do you think you deserve to cum after this kind of behavior?”
Charlie shakes her head again.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Good. Get on the floor.”
Charlie slides off the bed and kneels on the floor; Vox repositions Velvette so that her legs are hanging off the bed. His enormous claws gently grasp Charlie’s braid like a leash, holding it taut just out of reach of Velvette’s cunt. She’s actually drooling, her freakishly huge tongue lolling out like a dog’s.
“Do you want to apologize to your baby sister, Char-Char?”
Charlie nods. “Yes, Daddy!”
“What are you sorry for, Charlie?”
“I’m sorry I’m a disgusting freak,” she whines, “I’m a just a dyke pervert who can’t help it, I’m so sorry, Vettie.”
She strains against his hold on her braid now, desperate and panting.
“Do you want to taste your baby sister’s cunt, Charlie?”
Charlie nods frantically. “Yes, yes, Daddy, please-!”
Vox chuckles. “Alright, go on then. Make her scream.”
Charlie dives in without hesitation, nose bumping Velvette’s clit as she laps up Velvette’s slick. Velvette screams as Charlie slides two fingers into her cunt and curls them just so--
It's too much, too fast. After hours of being teased to the edge by Charlie's clumsy humping. Fluid erupts from Velvette's pussy, soaking Charlie's face and hair. It doesn't seem to phase her in the slightest-- she just adds another finger.
"Holy shit," says Vox, momentarily breaking character. “That was-- wow.”
Velvette shoots him a dirty look. He clears this throat and adjusts his stance.
"Charlie, do not let up. If Vettie doesn't squirt again in the next fifteen minutes you're both getting a spanking."