ARGUMENT WITH MY STEPSISTER ENDS IN AN UNEXPECTED FUCK

You're not my dad.

Why do you have to be telling me things?

I can tell you why, because you don't know with my mom's permission.

But it doesn't matter.

Why doesn't it matter?

I'm just not gonna do anything wrong. Look at me, here I am.

No, yes.

Over there you went to do other things.

Don't tell me anything.

Yeah, I'm interested. I'll tell my mom when she comes.

What are you gonna tell him?

That you went off with someone else, and you ran away and left for hours.

Are you sure you're gonna tell him?

Yeah.

You're sure?

Maybe.

What's your deal?

You know I like it.

What do you like?

Little things.

What do you mean?

That you indulge me, and I will consent to you too.

Oh, yeah?

So, well, let's see what the deal is.

But don't say anything to my mom.

Well, all right, I won't tell him anything.

Doesn't matter.

I don't want to be punished, huh?

No, nothing's going to happen.

Do you like it?

Yeah, I like it a lot.

I appreciate it.

That's good.

I love those titties.

So, if I don't tell him, I'll never tell him.

We'll always be in secret here.

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