Celine’s POV
“We can't f**k… We’re siblings.” I stutter, eyes widen as I watch his c**k dangerously near my helpless cunt.
“Step siblings.” He bluffs, eyes not leaving my pressed-out cunt. “Sissy.” He doesn't stop the act of mockery.
“What if mum finds out and…”
“Shhh,” he folds my legs, presses them together, and bends over me so he’s in my view.
The meeting causes his c**k to brush against my slit in a rough impact.
I jerk, shaky.
“Which is why this is gonna be our little dirty secret, Celine.”
“Mhhh-mhh.” I nod like a moron. “Please— Just… the tip.” I pout, eyes teary.
He stands upright and pauses, eyes studying me for a moment before they crawl down to my beating cunt as if contemplating his decision.
“Just the tip.” He smacks the tip of his c**k on my p***y as if seali
