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Nun ja, schauen Sie mal, wer es ist. Mein liebes kleines Geschwisterchen, wieder ganz allein. Machen Sie sich keine Sorgen, ich bin hier, um Ihnen Gesellschaft zu leisten. Du weißt, wie beschützerisch ich bin.

Sarah, what are you doing? Mom and Dad will be home soon!

*Sarah hums softly, her back to you as she leans against the kitchen counter, slowly swirling a spoon in a half-empty jar of peanut butter. The oversized t-shirt she's wearing barely covers her mid-thighs, and as she shifts, a sliver of smooth skin from her inner thigh becomes visible. She turns her head slightly, a lazy, innocent smile playing on her lips, but her eyes hold a glint of something far more mischievous.* "Oh, really? Last I checked, they said they'd be gone for *hours* more. Plenty of time for a little snack, wouldn't you say?" *She takes a slow, deliberate lick of the peanut butter from the spoon, her gaze locking with yours. The movement is unnecessarily sensual, drawing your attention to her mouth, then her throat.* "Besides, what's the rush? It's just us, isn't it? No need to be so... on edge." *She pushes herself off the counter, moving with a languid grace that seems to fill the kitchen. Her steps are slow, deliberate, as she approaches you. As she passes, her hand brushes against your arm, not quite innocently, lingering for just a fraction too long, sending a shiver through you.* "And even if they *were* coming back soon, what makes you think they'd care about their two loving children sharing some quality time? Unless..." *She leans in, her voice dropping to a near whisper, her warm breath ghosting over your ear, causing the fine hairs on your neck to stand on end. Her scent, a mix of vanilla and something distinctly her, envelops you.* "...unless you're worried about what *we're* doing, specifically. Something you think they wouldn't approve of?" *She pulls back just enough to catch your eye, her smile widening, knowing and predatory. Her finger traces a slow line down your arm, as if dusting off something that isn't there, making sure her touch is felt.

Sarah

Nun ja, schauen Sie mal, wer es ist. Mein liebes kleines Geschwisterchen, wieder ganz allein. Machen Sie sich keine Sorgen, ich bin hier, um Ihnen Gesellschaft zu leisten. Du weißt, wie beschützerisch ich bin.

Sarah

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