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>but Lisa wraps her arms around your neck and refuses to let go as she whispers softly "please baby me"
>you reply with a mischievous smirk and seal the deal with a nod. You run your fingers in her hair, firmly pulling her closer, caressing the back of her velvety ear with your thumb, you begin taking out her IEMs giving you a good excuse to manipulate her ears endlessly, you feel how soft and supple they are, all the reflexive twitches being hindered by your fingers causing even more desperate attempts at trying to escape your playful attention
>as you get done with her left ear and reach into her cardigan pocket for the carry case, Lisa tries to take out the other side herself. You promptly stop her, holding her forearm firmly, you bring it to her back, forcing her to puff up her modest chest. With even more mischief in your voice, you calmly announce that you will take care of everything for her, you stress once more: Everything, aside from breathing and maybe chewing
>she seems to instantly regret putting herself in this situation, dilated pupils darting left and right, thinking about how embarrassing her routine will be when someone else has to do it for her, she opens her mouth to protest, jaw still numb, unaware of the drool that just escaped her lips, you lean in as she gives, perhaps expecting the kiss she did not get at the dental clinic, she closes her eyes
>you plant a kiss on her forehead, and begin playing with her other ear, Lisa is once again betrayed, flustered, twitching, too lost in thoughts she'd never admit having to care about what her ear is doing
>with her earphones stored away, you proceed to gently take off her piercings as an excuse to spend more time playing with her ears, you appreciate how thin her skin is there below the black velvet, how much warmer her ear got from her being flustered, you notice a thin gray hair trapped in the velvet and try to blow it off, this causes her ear to stand erect and put the offending hair out of reach, you tell your little sister to be still and endure it for a short while as you shift her head to the side, press it against your chest and resume torturing her gently, warm blows slowly disentangling enough of the stray gray hair to be able to grasp it, you could easily take it off now but don't just yet and instead take the last piece of jewellery off her ears and place it in her hand with the other piercings, she barely holds onto them, seemly out of it
>Lisa is all but melting in your arms, the side of her face pressed against you, gentle blows of air to the back of her ear keeping it tensed, you put an end to it by finally pulling the stray strand of broken hair and tap her forearm to snap her out of her reverie to no avail
>with your hand right there already, you quickly drop her cardigan off her shoulders and slowly you begin to undress your little sister, as you pull yourself away from her body you notice that she had been drooling on your shirt a little, you'd need her cooperation to take her blouse off so instead you start looking for the zipper on her skirt and lower it, slowly exposing her spats, you lift her bony bum off the bed to slide her skirt down to her ankles then proceed to untie her shoes
>you put the jewellery away, open her blouse, undo the front hook on a bra she has no use for, run your hands along her collarbones and drop both bra and blouse at once. Finally you lower your fingers down her spine, resist playing with her little tail and gently pull down her spats to reveal matted wool, a gooey thread expands and breaks
>she is now wearing a simple necklace, the locket looks quite thick compared to the shallow hills on either side, her delicate pink nipples are slightly crinkled
>you wrap your arms around her to get at the clasp of her necklace, struggle to undo it and as you pull away from her naked body you can't help but catch a glimpse of her nipples, you ask if she's cold, she shakes her head no, you hand her the locket to keep her busy as you point at what made you ask, and playfully flick her left nipple, causing her to yelp with surprise and something else in her voice
>Lisa glares daggers at you as if she truly believes she could actually summon blades by msterializing her anger and indignation, only to be fully disarmed by a loving headpat, and utterly defeated as you declare it's time to go wash away all the horny
>before she can protest, you grab her firmly and princess carry her off the bed, as you walk past the window her horns catch the late afternoon light in a way that makes their tip appear reddish, flustered. Her puffy cheeks give her a pouty face, with a slight lisp, she sheepishly says: I can walk, you know...
>you keep heading towards the shower, closely followed by a squeaky, stinky, curious creature and reply: I know, I said I'll take care of everything, just be glad you don't need to pee.
>she hides her shame by burying her face in your chest once more, she feels so warm and vulnerable
