>You knock on your little sister's door. For a few seconds you hear the sound of empty cups, napkins, and fast food wrappers shifting around. Then the door opens, and there she is - your vtuber imouto, Gawr Gura.
>"Got some more for me?" she asks, clearly enjoying the guilty look on your face. She's wearing her hoodie and smells like a mix of girly shampoo and Taco Bell nacho fries. Her room is lit only by her TV and monitor, and it's an absolute mess. She has the day off from streaming, so you've already stopped by twice now - but just knowing she's next door has brought you back again.
>Gura locks the door behind you, and - with a surreptitious smile - pulls the jar out from under her bed. It's not even ten percent full yet, but it's starting to look more and more like she was telling the truth. This magic jar has kept your collected cum from becoming one of those horror stories off the internet. In fact, if anything it's made it look even more white and pure than it was when it first came out of you. They sure invented some interesting things in Atlantis.
>While you were thinking about the powers of the chum jar, Gura has impatiently pulled down on your shorts. "Holy moley," she says as your hard cock pops out over the waistband. "You really do get hard just thinkin' about me."
>She removes the lid and, steadying the jar on her bed with one hand, she angles your cock down toward it with the other. Once the tip is just inside the rim, she begins to stroke you slowly. Her hand is small and warm as it works its way up and down from the head to the base of the shaft. It's not really a handjob. It's more like you're being milked. She isn't making any special effort to make this feel sexy, but she's enjoying herself - as well as the fact that you're enjoying it too. "Remember how the first five times we tried doing this, we gave up halfway through?" she recalls, looking up at you with an amused grin on her face. "I kicked you out a bunch of times, then there was that one time you ran off because you lost your boner."
>For a moment she closes her knees around the jar to hold it steady and uses her now-free hand to cup your balls and squeeze them gently. "We were both so embarrassed but you kept coming back, and I was thinkin' like...wow, maybe he really means it? Maybe he's really that much of a weirdo," she says, looking back down at your cock. It's oozing so much precum that a long strand of it is just dangling off the very tip, almost all the way to the bottom of the jar. "You really are...totally shameless..." she adds, slowly, losing her train of thought a little bit as she watches the rope of precum finally break off and fall into the pool of cum at the bottom of the jar. You think you hear one of her exhalations catch in her throat a little bit, as though she was a little bit excited by the sight, but you can't be sure. It's still hard to believe this is actually happening.
