Francesca and Samuel (Futa on Male)

Story by Eastep

Hello Futanaria Palace! I have always loved browsing the site and enjoying the AMAZING art and stories here! So I want to give something back, even if it is a half conplete story that really isn't as good as the rest here. Still, it's something, and maybe somebody can enjoy it.

Francesca diligently scribbled out the last few sums on her paper, writing out the answers neatly in the boxes provided on the homework assignment. Her eyes glanced up at the digital clock balanced so carefully on her desk, in between the desktop computer that was still whirring silently in the dark, and the dozens of textbooks she had laid out. It flashed "11:17" at her, and she shrugged, stretching in the near darkness of her room. Homework was finally done, and she rose to her feet for a moment, rewarding her hard efforts with a huge stretch. Francesca's clothes slid upwards as her arms did, sliding over her pert, large breasts that were the subject of many a stare, and the tight, round ass she still struggled to stuff into a pair of jeans. Hence why the girl wore skirts, of which was now coming back to it's usual height as her arms dropped back to her side, and a yawn issued from her.

"Time for a snack," She mused, rubbing her belly as it gave a fierce growl. The door to her room slid open without a sound, a habit she had yet to let go of even while her parents were away for the week. Francesca eyed the door of her brother's room as she journeyed down the hallway, noticing that the light was off and the door was shut closed. Samuel had a slew of homework that he needed to do, and then a veritable mound of makeup work that he was supposed to be working on over the week.

As of late, her little brother had been getting into more and more trouble, adopting a bad boy attitude along with a too cool for school mindset. He was a high commodity item in his mind, and would boast about various girls that he'd taken an interest in while they were peacefully eating dinner. All of this had accumulated into a punishment, in which he would lose every privilege that he had if he didn't finish his overdue homework while their parents were gone. Francesca found that the punishment was awfully light, when he simply went to his friend's house whenever he wanted beer or a few bucks.

She headed downstairs, padding along as she always did, trying not to wake the parents she consciously knew weren't home. She had made this trip many a time, to the computer in the living room that had much better porn viewing capabilities than the one she had just recently gotten in her bedroom. The stairs emptied out into that very living room, which at present, was occupied. Francesca froze on the stairs, crouching down to get a better look. Samuel was kicked back in the large, relaxing chair, nearly falling out of it as he stretched himself in the luxurious lap of the seat. His pants and boxers lay a few feet away, and the petroleum jelly laid out on the desk were only minor indications of the action at, or in, hand in comparison to the moist slapping sound echoing through the room. Francesca lifted an eyebrow as he wanked furiously at his cock, the lube smeared out over it giving it a sheen that reflected the light of the monitor. Even from this distance, she could see what was casting that light. A massive cock loomed over a poor, crying lady's abused asshole, ready to plunge ten inches deep again.

Fracesca watched for a moment more, trying to decide what she should do. He had probably been down here for an hour now, fitfully beating away at his cock while the parents were away, and his bookish sister studied and passed out. She had to admit that it was a decent plan, since she probably would have done just as he'd expected, but the sudden stirring in her skirt banished all thoughts of leaving him in peace.

He was going to pay.

She hurried up the stairs as quickly as she could, not allowing herself to come back downstairs moments after he had finished. She had something better in mind, and finishing was just too good for the spoiled, inconsiderate brat. Her parent's closet door opened, and she kicked away the few hanging shirts that were here, quickly finding the black box hidden away in the corner. The lid popped off in seconds, and her eyes scanned the kinky contents as fast as she could, quickly grabbing the several pairs of handcuffs her parents enjoyed, and then found the vibrator and three or four dildos. Francesca scooped the contents out, collected the ones she picked out, and then moved to the stair, a wide smile on her face, and an odd bob to her step.

Sam was still downstairs, panting as he sat still for a moment, wiping the jelly on his hand off into the tiny rag next to him. With his hand now clean, he leaned forward and clicked on a video that seemed interesting to him, and even more so to Sam's cock. Francesca on the other hand plodded down the stairs like a cat, making her way up behind the chair. She was less than a foot behind

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