"Yeah bro, I am," said a mostly naked Zoe, clad only in a lacy, pick lingerie set that completely failed to conceal her boobs, not that is was supposed to. "Now would you stop saying obvious stuff and come and fuck your sister-slave?" she pouted, and reaching behind her, pulled off her bra.
She reached out and guided Jon's hand to one of her breasts. He automatically started kneading her breasts, knowing just what she liked from all the practice he had. After all, ever since she had come of age, they'd been fucking like rabbits. He knew just how to please her, and she him, he thought, moving his other hand to start getting his pants off. She was his sister as well as his slave, and he loved to get her off as much as he loved getting off with her. His only complaint about her was her obsession with pink, but he had never had the heart to order her to wear something else.
All thought of his still untested wish gone for the moment, he moved his hand down from her breast, tracing a pattern across her toned middle, earning a giggle from Zoe (she was ticklish there), before suddenly dropping his hands inside the flimsy lace at her waist and shoving two fingers right up her cunt, causing her to cry out in pleasure. This cry was quickly stifled as he leaned in, kissing her.
As he pulled back, Zoe noticed that he had gotten his dick clear of his pants. "Ooo, goody," she said, licking her lips, and she dived down, deep throating his rock hard manhood in one, well practiced maneuver, Jon fighting not to immediately lose it from the sensation of exquisite pleasure he was receiving from his slave's talented mouth. As she fellated him, she worked his pants the rest of the way down, and Jon was still just barely cogent enough to step out of them, his dick never leaving her mouth, leaving him naked except for his shirt.
After a moment, she pulled up for air, looking up at him...
