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Dictaphone - chapter 23848

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Arthur wondered about what to do next. He wanted to see how his sister will act now, how life would be with a sister that really loved him. So he deleted the sentence about Zoey not noticing him, and about the changes applied to her only being noticed by himself. After all, the dictaphone is changing reality, so whatever is said in there is real for everyone, or so he thought. But to be safe, he recorded:

"Zoey isn't able to notice the dictaphone, nor is she able to notice when I'm using it or saying things in it."

As he said this, his little sister turned around, and saw him.

- AH! I didn't see you there. What did you say?
- N... Nothing. Said Arthur, instinctively putting the dictaphone behind his back.
- Hey, what are you hiding?
- Nothing !

But Zoey was too curious, and got up to try and grab whatever his brother was hiding. Arthur struggled, and felt his little sister's big breasts pressing on him... It was so weird, she was still a head smaller than him, but she had the body of a grown up woman. She had quite the early puberty! Anyway, Arthur showed his hands, hoping that the dictaphone had made his magic.

"Come on, you had nothing?"

Arthur was clearly holding the dictaphone in the air, but Zoey didn't see it. It worked! But Zoey didn't stay mad long, she jumped on her feet in a cute kind of way, grabbed his brother's hand, and asked:

"So... Wanna watch TV with me?"

Arthur nodded, a bit intimated by the way his sister acted, but he put back the dictaphone in his bag and followed Zoey. Damn, that silhouette! She had large hips and an ample butt, a bit out of proportion compared to her petite body. Even though she didn't have great taste in clothes, that large light pink short and that large T-Shirt didn't fit her very well. In fact, in this reality, their parents brought Zoe large clothes knowing that she would grow fast. Anyway, Zoey let her brother sit first on the couch, then... She sat on his lap. Did she realize what could happen...? He asked:

- You're sure you wanna sit on my lap...?
- What, you don't want me to...?

Zoey asked Arthur with big begging eyes, it was too cute, he couldn't refuse. He tried to focus on the TV screen, it showed some lame talent show. But he could only focus on the feeling of the weight of Zoey on his legs, and her large comfortable thighs squeezing him. He knew what would happen, and sure enough, he couldn't stop his massive erection make a large bulge on his pants. And like a machine, Zoey adjust herself to have her two big firms butt cheeks wrapping around Arthur's hard member. So tight, and yet so squishy! The dictaphone made him have memories of it happening, but now... He really realized how amazing it felt! He tried to move, but Zoey moved too to keep him trapped, still smothering his manliness. Arthur felt underpowered, under Zoey's massive rear. She was towering him, dominating him, but she was still watching her TV show like nothing was going on!

Arthur was turned on, but also embarrassed. He tried to embrace the situation and let himself go, but the embarrassment wasn't going away soon. Because his father had come home! He entered the living room to say hello.

- Hey kids! Watching TV I see. Huh. So you're still sitting on your brother's lap, Zoey? You don't think you're getting a bit old for this ?
- What? He's still my big brother. I don't care what you think.
Zoey answered, in her usual bratty way.
- Huh, and you don't mind it Arthur?
- It's... It's fine.
Arthur tried real hard to keep his poker face on.
- Well okay then, so, watcha watching?

Their father started watching the show with them. Arthur realized that he wasn't going away soon. He was trapped, he couldn't reach the dictaphone, he couldn't stop his erection, and it was still trapped by Zoey's butt! And it was... So... Damn... Arousing! His only hope is that his father wouldn't notice what's going on, and that Zoey wouldn't move. But then, something happened on that stupid talent show.

"Oh! It's my favorite singer. I hope she nails it!"

Zoey clapped her hands. She was excited, and when she is excited, she jumps around. So still keeping her firm grasp on Arthur's shaft, she moved around, swayed her hips... Which to Arthur was like a handjob, or more like an assjob. And it was even better!

"Guh..."

Arthur did his best to stay still and composed. His father didn't notice anything for now. But still, Zoey wouldn't stop jumping around! It was... Too much!

"Oh my god her voice is so amazing!"

"Gnn..."

Zoey moved and moved, and he felt her butt cheeks pumping him like a plunger...

"Now the jury's vote..."

She moved and moved that massive rear of her...

"Come one star... Two stars..."

Arthur felt the pressure rising, blood was leaving his head and stomach. He couldn't stop himself anymore!"

"Three stars... FOUR STARS! SHE MADE IT!"

Zoey eructed into joy the same time Arthur came, reaching the best orgasm he ever felt, cum squishing out of his dick, wetting his pants... And Zoey's shorts! He couldn't help but let out a loud satisfied cry.

"Well, you two seemed to be glad about that singer!"

Arhur nodded, saying : "Y... Yeah... I like her too.", his father sighed, and finally left the living room. Then, Zoey finally stood up, allowing him to catch his breath. It was only then that she noticed something was wrong. She put her hand on her butt cheeks, feeling something wet... She smelled it, turned around to see her brother, with his face red as a tomato, still with a big bulge on his pants... And a wet spot!

"Oh my god! I... I did it again! I... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Zoey was about to cry, fearing the reaction of her beloved brother. What she didn't notice, is that Arthur grabbed his dictaphone from his bag, pondering on what to do next.

  1. *More! Zoey has no shame anymore!
  2. *Incest is too far! Let's erase Zoey's love, but keep the benefits...
  3. *Zoey was such a brat, let's mess with her!
  4. Something else
  5. Something else
  6. Something else
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Mon Nov 06 00:00:00 2017

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