[No, no, exactly that! Of course, she can't suggest that, it would take a ridiculous amount of obfuscation for no red flags to come up on that. She just needed to evoke the image, though. If she evokes the image, planted the idea in Relm's head about finishing that little jerk-off session on her big sister's tits...]
[She could play the long game.]
I just think it would be fun! [she giggles, shoulders and breasts bouncing with the movement. After that, he'll go for one of the brushes. It's not quite a comparable size but it was something closely associated with Relm herself. That had to be worth something, too. Before returning to her spot, she experimentally rests it between her breasts and squeezes them together. Perfect.]
Baby oil is pretty fun to use for something like that. [Just that hint of experience to taunt Relm with, to make her imagine it,] There's lotion in my room but, well... I wouldn't want to upset the flow of your work. [She settles back down, tits resting on the sheets, idly swirling the paintbrush with a finger as if it were a straw in a drink.]
Maybe... yeah, I think you're right. [It's so not fair that she can jiggle on command like that. It makes Relm's head feel light and her cock want to strain. God, how she wants to grab it and start yanking right now, there's a huge pair of luscious breasts right there, she could hit them from here with her cum...
But she can't. It's her sister. Camilla would never forgive her.]
Oh.
[But what if she never knows?]
I don't have any baby oil or anything... [The mental image of them glistening and slippery makes the idea she's getting all the more enticing. Relm does have a bottle of hand lotion in her nightstand, she uses it for exactly what Camilla walked in on her doing, but she doesn't mention it.]
I um... I've got an idea. But you have to close your eyes while I put it on you. It's, uh, a special formula of mixed up lotion and stuff, and I don't want you memorizing how I make it and selling it behind my back.
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[She could play the long game.]
I just think it would be fun! [she giggles, shoulders and breasts bouncing with the movement. After that, he'll go for one of the brushes. It's not quite a comparable size but it was something closely associated with Relm herself. That had to be worth something, too. Before returning to her spot, she experimentally rests it between her breasts and squeezes them together. Perfect.]
Baby oil is pretty fun to use for something like that. [Just that hint of experience to taunt Relm with, to make her imagine it,] There's lotion in my room but, well... I wouldn't want to upset the flow of your work. [She settles back down, tits resting on the sheets, idly swirling the paintbrush with a finger as if it were a straw in a drink.]
If only there were something more convenient...
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But she can't. It's her sister. Camilla would never forgive her.]
Oh.
[But what if she never knows?]
I don't have any baby oil or anything... [The mental image of them glistening and slippery makes the idea she's getting all the more enticing. Relm does have a bottle of hand lotion in her nightstand, she uses it for exactly what Camilla walked in on her doing, but she doesn't mention it.]
I um... I've got an idea. But you have to close your eyes while I put it on you. It's, uh, a special formula of mixed up lotion and stuff, and I don't want you memorizing how I make it and selling it behind my back.