Buffy The Vampire Slayer (Patreon)

“Suck my panties, Dawnie,” Buffy said, and Dawn did as her big sister said, mouthing the crotch of Buffy’s panties.

“Good, good,” Buffy purred. “Okay, fuck that, eat my pussy. Come on, now, suck my cunt!”

Dawn yanked her panties out of the way, baring Buffy’s sex completely to her tongue before she dove in. The taste of Buffy’s pussy in her mouth was still about the most exciting thing she could think of.

Dawn loved the taste of pussy. She had always known that she would, somehow. She even wished that she was flexible enough to bend over and lick herself, but this was the next best thing—Buffy was like her but older, riper, perfected. She snaked her tongue inside what might well be her own pussy in a few years and lapped up the sleek, tangy juices of Buffy’s arousal. The crotch of Buffy’s panties was tight at the corner of her lips, but stayed out of the way so that she could suck and lick and taste Buffy’s cunt. 

It was starting to taste a little lackluster now, though. Dawn looked up at her sister’s swaying body as she tongued Buffy’s cunt and she sighed. How could she ever compete with the Slayer? Dawn was short and skinny, ‘cute as a button’ supposedly. Her breasts were like cupcakes, firm and round, and her ass had a provocative little wiggle, but Buffy was tall, toned, and her more curves than a Ford Thunderbird. Any guy would take one look at Buffy and that would be the last that Dawn ever saw of him, unless she drilled a hole into Buffy’s bedroom.

The thought was tempting, sometimes.

Belatedly, she realized that she’d made Buffy come. Buffy laid back in her seat, patting her bare thigh, and Dawn got up to sit in her lap.

“So,” Buffy said, wrapping an arm around Dawn’s back to rest her hand on her sister’s breast. “What’s this about you meeting a boy? Anyone I know?”

Dawn rested her head on Buffy’s shoulder, wanting to gossip as much as ever, tell Buffy everything, but also wanting it to be her little secret. 

“Is he cute?” Buffy asked in a soft but unmistakable whisper. “You’d better tell me. If you don’t, I’ll get Mom’s vibrator. Slayer stamina, Dawnie. I can fuck you until you’re begging for mercy!”

Dawn pouted. She’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but deep down she’d known she couldn’t keep him to herself.

“I saw him from the kitchen window,” she said, snuggling up to her big sister. “And the moment I saw him, I knew I wanted him to fuck me… Buffy, have you ever met a centaur?”