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Hunter is laying in his bed with a book held in front of him when Amity storms in, stomps over, and wrestles herself on top of him to bury her face against his chest.

“H’I wann’fh n’w,” she grumbles against his skin.

“Shhhh.” Hunter doesn’t look up from his book. “Wait a minute.” It takes him a second to find his place again, but he quickly finishes the page and dog-ears his place. He shuts the book with a sigh. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I want it now.”

“‘It’?” Before she can answer, he realizes for himself what she means. “Ohhh, right. You’re lonely like me now and you want some attention.”

Amity growls. It’s kittenish and adorable and makes Hunter laugh. It’s not that he doesn’t feel bad for her—Luz breaking up with her has left her heartbroken for weeks—but enough time has passed that she’s less of a crying mess now and more of a horny mess. She’d gotten used to a certain level of attention with Luz, it seems, but isn’t willing to make herself open to girls at school yet. Why that means it’s suddenly his responsibility, he still isn’t sure, but Amity supposedly finds him nice and “not ugly”, so whatever. He’s not about to complain about his pretty step-sister wanting a piece.

“Okay,” he says more kindly. “Mean stuff? Or just to cum?”

Amity shrugs. 

“I can’t give you anything you don’t ask for.”

Annoyed, Amity sighs. “Just to cum, I guess. I’m too sad for anything fun.”

Hunter nods. “I’ve been there.” He stretches to place his book on his bedside table before returning his attentions to his sister. “Okay, spread. And do you want over your panties?” 

“Over or under.” She straddles his hips, her skirt rising to show her cute bone-print panties. “Just nothing inside. I don’t want that right now.”

“Alright.” 

Hunter wastes no time in getting his hands on her. One hand moves to push her skirt up further, the other to press his thumb against her clit through the panties. The little noise she makes is one of contentment, a whiny sigh that gets him interested too. He can feel himself getting hard, but he won’t be doing anything about that for now.

For right now, Amity is all his, and he’s going to happily take advantage of the opportunity. 

He rubs his thumb in wide circles around her clit to make her moan. He grabs her ass with his free hand to make her laugh. He invites her to lean down for a kiss, so he can lick his way into her mouth and taste the shape of her teeth. He can feel her pussy getting wetter under his hand. There’s going to be a wet spot on his stomach where she’s sitting, he knows. If he ends up sniffing his shirt while he jerks off later, he’ll be sure to keep it a secret.

“Take your shirt off,” he demands.

Amity is happy to listen, stripping her shirt off and her bra next; she likes the way he toys with her nipples, rolling them and pinching them deftly, bringing them to his mouth to suck and gently graze with his teeth. Her happy sighs sound above him and Hunter smiles.

“F-Faster,” Amity is gasping. “I wanna cum.”

Instead, Hunter pulls his hand away and, before she can protest, flips them over in his bed so she’s back against the bed with her legs on either side of his hips. Before she can get onto him for it, he’s shimmying down until his face is pressed against her panties.

“Play with your tits while I eat you out.” He hooks a finger in the crotch of her underwear to pull them aside, displaying the plush lips of her pussy and the swollen clit he’s been teasing. “I know you like it that way.”

Amity scoffs, but her hands move to her nipples and a sigh leaves her next.

Hunter licks his step-sister’s pussy not for the first time. Still, the taste is a little new to him, and lovely. He licks her a few more times for himself alone, just to pick up the flavor of her sex. It's a little uncomfortable on his belly because of his binder, but the scent of her is so strong that he very nearly doesn’t notice. Musky and sweet, it moves him to press his face further against her, moaning.

“Get on with it,” Amity moans herself. “If you’re going to edge me, at least do it right.”

Hunter laughs before sucking her clit into his mouth. He laves a hard lick against it and says, “Alright, alright. So impatient.”

Still, he does as his sister bids and starts to eat her out properly. He licks and sucks at her inner lips, trying to show as much attention to her clit as the rest, careful to avoid the tantalizing holes beneath—after all, Amity said no penetration, and he’s not going to be an asshole, even if he really wants to dip inside and feel her pussy stretch around his tongue. There will be time for that again, he’s sure, as her appetite has grown and grown since she’s been made single. For now, he enjoys what he’s getting, and enjoys the sounds she makes too. Sucking her swollen clit and hearing her nearly bark, licking up and down and hearing her pant like a dog… It’s intoxicating. He's getting hard, his own sex throbbing, but he ignores it, enjoying the lusty haze instead of pushing his hand down his pants.

Soon, one of Amity’s hands buries itself in his hair and she starts to moan in earnest. 

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna—” she’s crying out, tugging one of her tits. 

Her hips humps up against his mouth and he attempts to follow the tidal wave of her grinding to continue sucking hard at her clit, rolling the tip of his tongue in a circle as he does, one hand moving to massage her pussy lips until—

“Fuck! Yes! Fuu—ck!”

Hunter keeps sucking as Amity cums, trying to make her orgasm as good as it can be, soaking in the moaning shouts of her pleasure as he does so.

Finally, Amity pushes him away, panting. She falls limp against his bed and catches her breath. “Shit, Deamonne,” she gasps.

Hunter laughs. “I hope I get a kiss for that performance.”

“Gross,” Amity teases. “Kissing boys is gross.”

“But fucking one is fine?”

Amity hums happily. “Only when it’s your brother.”

Hunter leans over her to bracket her pretty face with his hands. “Does that mean your big brother gets a kiss?”

“I guess so.”

“Don’t worry,” he assures her jokingly. “I have a feeling my mouth tastes like girl right now.”

Hunter kisses her gently, almost chaste in how softly he presses their lips together, but Amity deepens it, enjoying the taste of her own sex.

“That’s good girl taste.” Her eyes are closed, a smile on her lips alongside the taste of her own pussy.

Adoringly, Hunter laughs. “Freak.” He says it like a compliment. Then, more sweetly, “Feeling better, Mittens?”

Amity hums happily. “Much better. Thanks, Hunter.”

“Anytime.”