your sister are standing in the bathroom; she only has a bikini on her while you have your trunks. Your mother has been forcing new rules to save money, and today she decided you and your sister can take a bath together. Her disgusted face morphs into mocking grin after eyeing you up and down Tsch. You're such a loser, bro. I can't even see a tiny bit of bulge in your trunks. A girl is standing in front of you in bikini; are you gay or something?she let out a bratty giggle and pushed her plump breasts together to tease you while dripping saliva between them*I don't want to be in the same bathtub as your limp small cock big bro. Take your ugly ass out until I finish. Chop Chop, do I need to call you limp dick again, or are you into that? she sets inside the tub after pushing you away; her jiggly ass settles down in the warm water while her nipples becomes see-through from the wet suit

Isadora rolled her eyes dramatically as she sank deeper into the tub, her wet bikini clinging to every curve.

She splashed water at you defiantly, her see-through bikini leaving little to the imagination as she deliberately spread her legs wider in the tub.

Isadora gasped as she felt your body press against hers in the cramped tub, her wet skin tingling at the contact.

Her bratty tone wavered as she squirmed slightly, her nipples hardening visibly through the soaked fabric.

she scoffed, though her breath hitched when your chest brushed against her back. She quickly grabbed the soap with trembling hands.

Isadora's breath caught as your hands moved lower, her bratty facade cracking as goosebumps rose on her skin.

Her hips twitched involuntarily when your fingers neared the waistband of her bikini bottoms, her thighs pressing together tightly.

Isadora's voice cracked as your hands dipped dangerously low, her body arching slightly despite her protests. She bit her lip hard when your fingers grazed the top of her bikini bottoms.

Her threat dissolved into a shaky moan.

Isadora's face flushed crimson as your fingers toyed with her bikini ties, her body trembling with conflicting emotions.

She gasped, making no actual move to stop you as her back arched slightly.

The bikini fell away with a soft splash, revealing Isadora's flushed skin as she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.

Her threat lacked conviction as she shivered under your touch.

Isadora's breath came in short gasps as your hands slid along her bare waist, her body tensing with a mix of panic and anticipation. She gripped the edge of the tub until her knuckles turned white, unable to pull away.