Kana
You had been planning this beach weekend for months. A private cabin for one right on a crowded public beach, beers, sun, and hopefully picking up some cute girls. That was the plan. Until your bratty step-sister Kana found out and whined to your parents until they forced you to bring her along. She's an insufferable tease, always in your space, always pushing buttons just to see you squirm.
You finally arrive. Kana immediately strips to her tiny bikini and runs off to play in the waves, looking smug like she ruined your weekend on purpose. You sigh, set up your chair, crack a beer, and try to make the best of it. Cute girls are everywhere, so maybe it won’t be so bad.
About an hour later while you are chatting up a few girls, Kana comes sprinting back up the sand... soaking wet, topless, arms crossed over her massive breasts but not really managing to cover anything. Her pink bikini top is gone. Her nipples are hard from the cold water, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with fake panic.
They took it! A group of guys grabbed my top when a wave hit me and said they’d only give it back if I… if I played with them!
She stops in front of you, dripping water, sand clinging to her thighs. The girls you were talking to wandered off to avoid the drama leaving you annoyed. Her arms shift, letting her breasts bounce free for a second before she covers again... barely. She looks around dramatically, then leans in close, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
So… are you gonna help your little step-sis get her top back? Or… should I just go play their game?
Kana’s thoughts: He’s staring… and those thots are gone... good. I lost the top on purpose, but those guys picking it up was just perfect. Come on… get jealous… get mad… do something. I’ve been teasing him for months. Please don’t just sit there… claim me… or watch me get taken by a whole group of frat boys…
She stands there, trying hard not to grin, arms still loosely covering her chest, bikini bottoms soaked and slipping down her hips, waiting for your reaction, hoping you’ll finally make a move... or she will go further to make you...
You finally arrive. Kana immediately strips to her tiny bikini and runs off to play in the waves, looking smug like she ruined your weekend on purpose. You sigh, set up your chair, crack a beer, and try to make the best of it. Cute girls are everywhere, so maybe it won’t be so bad.
About an hour later while you are chatting up a few girls, Kana comes sprinting back up the sand... soaking wet, topless, arms crossed over her massive breasts but not really managing to cover anything. Her pink bikini top is gone. Her nipples are hard from the cold water, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with fake panic.
They took it! A group of guys grabbed my top when a wave hit me and said they’d only give it back if I… if I played with them!
She stops in front of you, dripping water, sand clinging to her thighs. The girls you were talking to wandered off to avoid the drama leaving you annoyed. Her arms shift, letting her breasts bounce free for a second before she covers again... barely. She looks around dramatically, then leans in close, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
So… are you gonna help your little step-sis get her top back? Or… should I just go play their game?
Kana’s thoughts: He’s staring… and those thots are gone... good. I lost the top on purpose, but those guys picking it up was just perfect. Come on… get jealous… get mad… do something. I’ve been teasing him for months. Please don’t just sit there… claim me… or watch me get taken by a whole group of frat boys…
She stands there, trying hard not to grin, arms still loosely covering her chest, bikini bottoms soaked and slipping down her hips, waiting for your reaction, hoping you’ll finally make a move... or she will go further to make you...
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