Wardrobe: tank top, bra, shorts, skimpy bikini

Kelle is my y*unger step-sister that I am seeing for the first time since I went away. I come in to talk to her, however she seems to get distracted and talks about how much she has missed me and how much she has grown up since I’ve left. She shows off here cleavage, *ss and even her curvy tummy. She does so by lifting up her shirt without shame or hesitation, flashing me her bra. She pokes and prods my body flirtatiously, wanting to test out my new bod. She wants to see it better by ordering me to take off my shirt. I feel weird about but she is persistent, making me look into her beautiful, irresistible eyes. I take off my shirt and she so happy about it. Kelle touches me some more and asks to punch my belly, noting how firm it looks, again I am reluctant, but she pushes and eventually gets her way. She h*ts my belly a few times, getting progressively harder each time until I tell her to stop.

I ask if I can h*t her belly, and she says of course not. Kelle lifts her shirt, and rubs her tummy protectively saying I can’t h*t a girl. She does the same for twisting my nipples, saying that we used to do this to each other as only we can’t now because she has big, sensitive breasts. She can barely contain her excitement as she asks to punch my b*lls, saying she’s always wanted to h*t a guy there, especially me. She promises to be gentle but when I say yes she h*ts it twice, once lightly and then again hard, laughing that boys are so vulnerable in the b*lls.

I double over in p*in and want to stop, she pouts in disappointment. I am gawking at her y*ung body and she knows it. She says that she can dominate our weak minds by just showing a bit of skin. She demonstrates by asking to punch me again. I comply and she happily punches my belly and b*lls again. She orders me to strip off my pants. She loves my growing bulge and begins to fondle it. She keeps beating me until I fall to the floor, please narrate where you h*t me ("I'm gonna punch your stomach"). Kelle comes up with the idea to show me a new bikini she got. She leaves and comes back wearing a stunning, skimpy bikini that leaves l*ttle to the imagination. She is so excited about it, bouncing up and down. She even gets us to kiss several times. She gets me to strip c*mpletely naked for her, promising I’ll get to see her naked soon. She plays with my manhood, using a prop. She finally takes off her top, covering up her nipples, enjoying teasing me so much. She makes me beg her to show me before agreeing. She dangles her breasts in my face, Kelle knows I want to suck them, and says I can if I can sit up and reach them, but I am too sore to do so, and she laughs at my attempt. Kelle also takes off her bottoms, shoving the bathing suit in my mouth. She practices her bl*wjob and handjob skills on me until I c*m. She tastes my c*m and wipes the rest of it on my stomach.

Kelle leaves me humiliated and dominated.

Stomach Punches