Let Your Big Sister Take Care Of Everything

"Ahh... Step-Lyra, you're stroking my dick," Carl let out a soft, low groan, his knuckles turning white as his hands gripped the armrests of his chair.

"I am," Lyra murmured, her palm warm and firm against his erection. "Your dick is rock hard, and your attention clearly wasn't on the paper on the desk, but on another paper entirely." She continued to stroke his shaft steadily through the fabric of his trousers.

"Step-sister..."

"Do you want me to stroke it faster?" Lyra asked, a subtle spark of amusement in her eyes as her younger stepbrother squirmed under her touch.

"Y-Yes... your handjob feels incredible. I love it," Carl admitted, closing his eyes as a wave of intense pleasure rushed straight to his brain.

"Don't worry, I've got you," she whispered softly.

Stroke... stroke... stroke...

"Carl, do you still remember when you were younger?" she asked gently, keeping her rhythm steady.