"That you're everything to me, Ellie." He sucked on her full, shapely lips. "I have no life if you're not mine."
"My god, when you talk to me like that..."
She shimmied out of her pajama bottoms underneath him and wrestled him until she was on top. Once bestriding his erection, she crossed her arms and took off her top, unveiling the marvel that was her bosom.
"Sweat Jesus," Oliver uttered in awe, his eyes as wide as pancakes.
Ellie wasn't wearing her bra tonight, as her bro clearly felt before when copping a feel. Her rack, though plentiful, had the supernatural ability to suspend at altitudes that other breasts would quickly plummet from fear of heights.
"From now on -- this is how you f*****g talk to me."
Oliver was still gawking at his sister's jugs, though Ellie wasn't expecting
