Lemy is roused awake when Lyra stumbles through the door to his bedroom.
"Hey, bro." She slurs, a bottle loosely gripped at her hip.
"Lyra?" Lemy asks, rubbing his eyes.
He looks over at his nightstand.
4:37 AM
Lyra must have just gotten home from whatever… 'thing' she was at tonight. Lemy figured
"Who else?" She asked, taking a step forward, and silently kicking his door closed.
She sets the nearly empty bottle of booze down on his nightstand next to the alarm clock, he can smell it on her already.
In the dim light Lemy could now make out she only had her bra and panties on
"Wh-what are you doing…?" Lemy asked, looking away, embarrassed, and afraid of the answer he knew was coming.
"Just coming to see how my little bro is doing.." Lyra ruffles Lemy's hair for a moment before letting her hand trace behind his ear and down his jaw.
She sits on her knee on his bed, looking at him intently
"Lemy…" She hums his name sweetly.
He looks up at her with shame and dread.
"Lyra I really don't.." Is all he manages to get out.
Her hand moves down his neck and onto his shoulder, pressing forward, pushing the young boy onto his back.
She assaults his neck with sloppy kisses, her hands start to roam.
His cute shota moans only strengthened her resolve to keep going
She peels back the covers he was hiding behind.
His modest church boy pajamas, not nearly enough protection to save him from her.
She easily claws her way through his button-up shirt, exposing his slightly muscled chest. She purrs as she rubs her hands up his stomach, grinning as she digs her nails into his chest, dragging them all the way down to his pant line.
Eliciting a cry of pained pleasure from the young boy.
He is still light enough to easily be able to grip his pants and pull them down without much trouble, getting them past his knees he is left only in his underwear.
And Lyra notices something that makes her giggles.
The boy's 'manhood' is already straining to be let out.
"Hey choir boy." She mocks him, running her hand up his thigh, before roughly grabbing his genitals. "Isn't it a sin to lust after your own sister?" She fakes shock.
Lemy winces at the rough physical treatment, and insult.
Looking down he sees her grinning at him, while slowly massaging him through the fabric.
"O-of course not." Lemy replies, his cheek are bright red, and he is already panting.
Lyra smiles and digs her fingers under the waistband of his underwear, before violently yanking them down too.
Lemy's erect dick shamelessly stands tall in front of his sister's face.
"Wow Lemy." Lyra teases him. "You must have been waiting for this for a while!"
Lemy doesn't respond this time, too embarrassed this time.
Lyra wraps a hand around the base of the boy's cock, gripping it tightly.
She licks her lips and gives the head a kiss.
Lemy moans fiercely at the attention
Lyra flicks her tongue out, stimulating the boy's sensitive, inexperienced member.
She savors his flavor, even drunk. She can appreciate the purity and freshness that shota cock has over the older, more mature variety.
Lyra smirks as she sees Lemy's fist gripping his bedsheets.
She takes his shaft deeper into her mouth, beginning to suckle on it.
Lemy's panting becomes audibly louder.
Lyra goes all the way and kisses his balls, it's not that hard he's pretty young his dick isn't THAT big yet.
"Lyra!" Lemy moans, his thighs are beginning to quake.
Time for a nice treat.
Lyra doesn't move her head but moves her free hand up and tries to give Lemy a thumbs up.
A few seconds later she feels his hands roughly grab the back of her head, gripping her hair, and Lemy finally acts like a man and does a little bit of work, thrusting his member into her throat a couple times before stopping, her nose smashed against her pelvis.
She feels his dick swell before it pulsates in her mouth.
She can feel his warm seed start to seep down the back of her throat, she can taste it.
Another second and Lemy pulls back with a big sigh of relief.
As Lemy pulls his dick free a strand of cum and saliva still attach him to his sister, who is having a bit of a hard time getting her breath back.
After a moment though, she swallows and licks her lips.
Just like the taste of the dick itself is better from the shota, the semen of the shota is a delicacy.
Split choice:
Choice A: I like girls with cocks.
Choice B: I'm a fag and don't like girls with dicks.