This choice: Mike, average teen with annoying sister, Brenda • Go Back... You dreams are realized with you right where you finally where you wanted to be, as you enter a large bedroom with an open balcony with the vista of the rest of the kingdom. In the middle of the room is a giant heartshape bed covered with a dozen sexy young women of every kind butt naked or in various color lingerie or sexualized themed outfits from maids to nurses, all cropped to show their tits and pussys ready for your embrace. Jumping into bed, they giggle as they’re tits shower you.
Your dream quickly twists into a nightmare when you hear a familiar dreaded female bratty voice among them call out, “What do you think you’re doing napping? I’m hungry.” You look up and eyes widen in shock when you see your little bratty sister Bertha (name she hates and prefers her nickname Brenda), standing over you and the girls, with her also in cropped out lingerie, something you didn’t want to see. She teases, “Is that a hard on. Don’t tell me you’re dreaming of me? Fine, but I’ll just be taking this… Perv.”
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You wake from your dream yelling out in shock. You find yourself alone in your bedroom with morning wood, or night wood maybe since it’s dark out the window. Did you take a nap? You wonder why you’re in bed until you remember you were checking nudes on your phone and must have dozed off. It’s missing though and recalling what your sister said in your dream, you gasp and immediately race to find her.
You’re suppose to be babysitting her being that you’re the oldest of the siblings, just turning 18 (technically by the end of next week) so practically are. You should be hanging out with your friends but apparently everyone thinks good ol’ Michael’s old enough to take care of his sister while their parents are on an anniversary honeymoon cruise ship to Hawaii.
You have a younger brother Dave who while 17 could’ve totally helped but he’s with your Aunt’s in California to care for their pets while they’re on a double trip with your parents. He on the other hand is probably having the time of his life, having invited friends since your relatives are loaded and offered them year round cards to Disneyland, Six flags, and Universal Studios. Told you can get a chance if he’s able to come back early to trade places as he promised but you’re not holding your breadth.
You spot your sister lying on the living room couch in her short shorts, loose blouse, and blond pigtails, and chewing a pockey stick in her mouth as she taps away on a hentai game you were last playing on your phone before you conked out. You dived for the phone but she’s able to roll away in time, giggling maniacally at your feeble attempt. You cry out, “Give it back Bertha!
She makes with the sofa between you, giddy at first but stomping her foot at the name, “It’s Brenda! Now you’re really in for it! Wait till Mom and Dad find out what you’ve been doing instead of taking care of your lil’ defenseless sis!” While her name is Bertha, everyone agreed it didn’t really fit her. Mom says reason is she was thinking of having more kids but after three, had enough and passed on the responsibility to daughter with this name. Real reason is while Bertha’s birthday is about a week away, she’s technically already 11. Mom had a rare case of prolonged overdue pregnancy of 15 months, finally birthing a giant baby at 12 pounds and 21 inches. She regretted naming her that after finding out she’s short of both records by a few months and inches. You tease Brenda all the same with her actual name instead of Bre which she prefers most.
You dive again surprising her as you tumble over the sofa, though not without miracously snatching back the phone. She sticks out her tongue at you and runs off to probably cause more trouble elsewhere. Looking at your phone worried with how much she messed your run, you’re instead surprise by how far she leveled up your angel magical girl character you maining right now, even unlocking her lewd, semi nude outfit that shows nipple. You wouldn’t mind sis do this more often than causing trouble, but she’d probably snitch on you at some point.
You follow her at the base of the stairs while she already reach the top as you call out to her, “Oh, don’t forget Mom says to do your Homework!”
“Fine MOM! Jeez, you’re bossier than she is”
“Don’t call me mom”, you complain back. “Also stay out of my stuff next time!”
“Oh right! Not unless you play dolls at least! Or mom’s going to find out! I even have a picture of your boner to prove it!” Then pulling out a doll she has it act along, pointing at you, “Probably tell her how you’re pervin on me too. Better be careful or the Guardian angel girl will punish you too!”
“Picture… No you don’t”, you retort but with less confidence. Then you realize that was one of your limited edition 6 inch tall magical girl action doll girls with sensitive movable joints (and not to mention rubbery tits with actual nipples and insertable vagina. You yell as you chase after her, “Hey, and give that back!”, but she’s too fast and shuts her door lock before you reach her, giggling more in her obnoxious bratty way.
After a half hour of sulking, you eventually figure you can lure her out with dinner. Lazily microwaving hot pockets with soda and gushers for desert, you finish up setting the table. While you’re told to cook better food, this is the one thing you both agree on and know she’d keep a secret.
You call to her that’s food done and wait at the table with checking your phone. It began raining out about a half hour but now it’s a full on storm. Just more to make your night feel gloomier you suppose. She eventually came to the smell of hot pockets, setting your action figure on the table, with a crayon inserted in it’s pussy. You immediately grab it and carefully clean off the crayon marks. She’s lucky it isn’t damage, but not like you could really do anything.
After eating, you let her do whatever she does as she lazily sit on the couch, swiping through livestreams while playing that game in the background. The phone dies shortly in however… “Jesus Christ, really this right now?” you grumble as you fish around the cushions for the charger cord.
The storm picks up outside with thunder in the distance. Bertha enters, refueled by hot pockets to go off how you promise to play dolls with her. You’re about to complain why you’re not to her when plugging your phone just as a flash of lightning hit just outside your window. The shock must have went through the house wires your phone (and your hentai angel girl girl) lights up like a bulb and everything goes white!
You find yourself on your back, opening your eyes slowly to readjust to the brighter surrounding to find yourself…
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