Incest Thread-Coffee Overdose (Sunset) by AnonalplugAnon

>"A-Anon, come here a sec!"
>You obey, following your sister over to that nice leather couch you have in your tiny apartment's living room.
>You are Anon, and your sister Sunset has finally discovered coffee.
>She spent half her paycheck (nearly shorting you on her half of the rent) on what must have been over a dozen blends.
>You can just see the faces of those smug, hipster assholes a the coffee shop now.
>>"Try this blend, sister! I made it myself, AND it's organic!"
>You'll show THEM something organic that you made yourself.
>Sunset motions for you to sit down, which you do.
>Immediately after, your sister plops herself down and lays her head on your lap.
>"My stomach hurts and I have a headache," she moans, rolling around a bit on her back to try and find a comfortable position
"Well, what did you expect after that stunt you pulled, Sunny?
>Sunset didn't like the idea of her friends wasting her more expensive purchases, so she drank whatever her friends were about to toss away.
>You... never said that your sister was normal.
>Sunset moans pitifully and rolls onto her tummy.
>"Rub my baaack~" she whines into your crotch, "Oh, where did everybody go?"
>The party, to Sunset's surprise, only lasted a couple of hours.
>Either her friends didn't like coffee as much as she did, or they just thought there'd be snacks and alcohol.
>And don't even get you STARTED on that one friend of her's that wanted us to help her set up a coffee enema station...
>Eaugh.
>Still, she's your sister, and you're there to help her out when she fucks up.
>You guess a backrub isn't out of the question.
>She's ditched her leather jacket, leaving you with an entire back's worth of smooth cotton shirt to rub.
>You start at the small of her back and move up towards the shoulders, and are surprised when you don't feel bra straps on the way up to her neck.

>"Mmmm..."
>You shiver and halt your rubbing as her moan rumbles through your cock.
>"Mmmm? Why'd you stop?"
>You cough and try to adjust your hips a bit, but your sister's head is in the way.
>All you end up doing is pressing your half-chub into her face.
>"Oh!"
>Sh-shit.
"No reason! I just, uh... thought I was sitting on something."
>Without giving her time to reply, you start rubbing her back again.
>If you had bothered looking at her face, you'd see Sunset smiling deviously.
>Sunset surprises you by wrapping her arms around your waist and holding you tight against her.
>"Keep it up, Anon. Your hands feel so good~"
>What is she, trying to imitate bad porn dialogue?
>The moment you touch her back again, Sunset starts moaning again and rubs her face back and forth against your groin.
>Once again, you can feel the vibrations of her voice going through your dick.
>You've graduated from half-chub to a tent-pitcher, which your sister is content to rub against her face; bathing herself in your scent.
>Not too long after, the two of you retire to her bedroom.
>Sunset thinks you'll need all the room you can get for "rubbing" her