Isekai Milf Story - General Store Edition (28)
Eli tried out various poses every few minutes, perfectly blending cuteness and sexiness. Even as she struck poses that highlighted specific sexy areas, her expression felt a bit clumsy or oddly stiff—probably because she still didn't know men that well. She was right at that stage just before fully letting loose. If she understood sex, it'd be a different story, but as she was now, Eli was like a girl awkwardly mimicking adult makeup. Her body was incredibly mature for her age, yet still fresh and innocent.
"…………."
"Hng. Then this time……."
Since I wasn't saying a word, just sneaking glances at her figure while blushing, Eli got even more excited and struck bolder poses.
"Uht."
My sister might not know sex, but she nailed the key points. She picked up that most of my gaze was locked on her lower body and was delivering exactly what I wanted. She turned around, spread her legs, and planted her ass firmly on the chair, giving me a raw view of her taut butt flesh. And she kept her head turned away from me, as if saying, Go ahead and stare all you like. Intentional or not, she had serious service spirit. As I ogled her lewdly squished ass and thighs, my pencil slowed, and a heavy silence settled over the room. Sensing the scratching sounds drag to a halt, Eli shivered faintly—probably from that thrilling chill of knowing I was still watching. She kept rotating poses to feast my eyes, but I couldn't shake the nagging sense that it was missing just 2%.
Was my brain too warped from all the sticky daily indulgence? Still, she was damn cute.
………
………
By the time the sun neared its zenith, we still had plenty of time before Cecilia came home for lunch. With the drawing session done, we lounged leisurely in the living room. I sat primly at one end of the sofa when Eli approached, her face still flushed from the lingering naughty vibe. She flopped down at the other end, propping her head there and thrusting her tempting, toned legs my way.
"Raoul. Like I said before… my legs. They feel a bit thicker lately. Not ugly, right?"
Eli shot me a cheeky look.
"N-No, not at all!"
"Really? You've been dodging my eyes… I heard confidence is everything in modeling classes, but with no feedback, I got kinda anxious…."
"I wanna help too… maybe comment while I draw?"
"Hehe, dunno. That'd be tough, right? So tell me the usual way."
"…Your face is pretty?"
"Mm. That's nice too, but not that…."
"Whoa…."
Eli slowly lifted one leg, hooking her foot by the sofa edge, baring her smooth thigh right up to the inner flesh. Her tight pants rode up instantly from the spread, turning into extreme micro-shorts—almost too much—exposing her full ass cheek. And the fabric wedged deep in her crotch, outlining her pussy mound so clearly anyone could tell.
"…How's this?"
"Gulp. Uh, super… pretty. The, legs… uh, ass too…."
"H-Hng… R-Really…."
Her foxy expression returned, but then the suggestion kicked in again; she quivered softly, letting out a sweet sound. Toes curling just a bit, she locked eyes with me, her aroused face pulling off that pretty, sassy look.
"D-Do you wanna… see more…?"
Being young, huh—no filter, just diving right in. Her lively navel danced in my view as she tensely awaited my reply. Teasing her by flushing beet red, I watched Eli fidget her ass in the brief silence.
"I…."
"Kyat?"
Before I could get the words out, Eli squeaked cutely and clenched her thighs. Flustered, she dropped her leg, sat up straight, and cupped her hands between her legs.
"Sis, you okay?"
What the hell? Tough to keep pace. Not like she pissed herself out of nowhere. Ah… the suggestion got her wet?
"………Hng."
Not a flood—just a slight dampness. Meeting my worried eyes, she brushed it off as nothing and straightened up properly.
"……."
The pink mood shattered; now she sat all prim beside me, fidgeting like she was replaying the moment. Snapping back to reality, embarrassment hit hard—she flushed from neck to ears and ducked her head. Her crop top baring her navel suddenly bugged her; she rubbed her belly. No wonder she was mortified. Teasing her little bro in that slutty outfit, legs spread, and soaking herself solo.
"…Should we call it here for today? It, it was too much, yeah?"
Damn. Wasn't there more? We had loads of alone time left this weekend; bailing now felt like a huge waste. Her face had that post-nut sage mode vibe—she might clam up next time. Cecilia pushed things forward on her own, but Eli, smack in puberty's prime, lacked the guts for that boldness yet. Lively personality or not, her age held her back….
Come to think of it, Cecilia put in insane effort. Shaking her no-panty ass, nursing me while moaning extra lewd on purpose… She truly believed she'd bloomed me into a stud with her own hands—beaming with pride and bliss. But that's adult savvy; expecting that proactivity from Eli was asking too much. If I'd kept the hypnosis simpler at first. Gotta prevent stagnation, but without progress, the suggestion could lock in—her flashing her body then sneaking off to masturbate later. Sex aside, the payoff satisfied urges decently….
Obviously, I had to step up more. Cecilia's recent nudges screamed it—the eternal keyword: want me.
"I wanna draw more though…."
"…Really?"
Eli's ears perked at my un-Raoul-like eagerness.
"Th-There's this part I can't nail…."
"Can't nail… Ah…."
Realizing my gaze's target, her eyes went all catty like Cecilia's. Embarrassment forgotten, her lips twitched slyly.
"You wanna draw it?"
"Yeah. Really wanna…."
"Re-Really… Then we gotta study hard this afternoon too."
Eli clasped her hands in delight, nodding like crazy.
………
At lunch, Eli threw on a simple top to fool Cecilia. Mom beamed approvingly, clueless that stripping it revealed insta-goddess ero-pic vibes. Once Cecilia headed back to the shop and we were alone again, we'd ramped up the heat rhythmically. She loved that I wanted it, coming at me even bolder than before.
"Hng… Lemme see…."
Eli dragged a chair by my easel, plopping down pressed right against me. The canvas overflowed with my earlier sketches of her—tell-tale eraser lint on the tits, legs, and ass spots, lines rough and crooked.
She eyed my drawings, unconsciously wetting her lips. She'd sussed how to "help."
"…These parts giving you trouble?"
"Yeah…."
She glanced briefly at her own chest and lower half, steadying her breath.
"Then… how 'bout touching the tricky spots directly?"
"T-T-Touch?!"
I flushed and jolted; Eli explained patiently, like she'd rehearsed.
"Yeah. Feeling the texture firsthand makes it easier to get… Ah, not getting weird ideas, right? Like I said yesterday?"
"Ah… Art isn't for shying away from…."
"Hehe, exactly. Good memory."
She smiled warmly, pressing close to flaunt her cleavage, then whispered softly.
"Touch all you need to understand—no pressure… Got it, Raoul?"
"…Got it, Sis."
Hng. That's the play. The botched spots screamed tits, ass, legs; she knew damn well but greenlit the groping. Where to start? Top to bottom, sequential.
"Then Sis… c-could you stand?"
"Sure."
She peeled off the chair, standing primly beside me. Seated and hesitating, I tentatively laid both hands on her outer thighs.
"Hng…!"
"S-Sis. No weird noises."
"O-Okay. Keep going?"
Caressing her bare legs softly, she quivered with a sweet peep. Her own words and not wanting to derail kept her clamping down after. Smooth… slide… I massaged her thighs like a pro. Her pretty legs dented plush under pressure, snapping back with elastic bounce. Sticking to legs without pushing, her initial rigid tension melted away. Glancing up, hands clasped behind her waist, she wore a hazy look. Cute lip-smacking, eyes shut, lashes fluttering—she was savoring every stroke. Unconsciously pursing for a kiss? Adorably erotic.
Women's bodies turn anywhere erogenous, huh. Super sultry face. Sweeping from back thigh to that near-butt crease drew sharp haahs tickling my ears. Savoring her reactions, I toyed up and down awhile, then decided to amp her pleasure, awaken those nerves proper—time to dive deeper. Hands naturally to inner back thighs, positioning so her pants' protruding taut ass-base swallowed my fingers. Outer grip, but prime real estate near pussy and backdoor. Palming firm, I kneaded rhythmic like dough. Horizontal sweeps, inner to outer. Squeeze soft flesh, then flick.
"Hing♥"
That fresh, naughty tingle flooding right under her ass—she couldn't stifle the sweet moan.
"Umm……."
"Hiat… Haaa……♥"
She'd handle volume herself, so I just eased skin and muscle for max feel; in trade, she leaked those pleased whimpers bit by bit. Gradually, her face turned full bitch-in-heat, panting into my grasp.