URVRSP-461 [VR] “Forget About My Sister, Just Think About My Pussy, Okay?” Her Little Sister Tactics Whispers Advice Talk, Seduces Me, And Makes Me Cr
Movie Information:
ID Code: URVRSP-461
Release Date: 02/08/2025
Category: Censored , Big boob , Older Sister , Slut , Cuckold , VR
Actress: Aizawa Miyu
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Studio Label: Unfinished
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The cicadas sang
louder than ever the day I came back.
I had planned on unpacking slowly, maybe grabbing a drink later with old
friends. What I hadn’t planned was Miu showing up at my door by sunset,
barefoot, wearing the same mischievous grin I remembered from when she was just
my neighbor’s tag-along little sister.
“You forgot me,” she
said, as if accusing me of something cruel.
“No, I didn’t,” I replied, eyes scanning her—different now, but still familiar.
“You remembered my sister though, right?”
“…She’s the one who told me the house was available.”
Miu stepped inside
before I could answer further. “Well, forget about her,” she said, voice
lowering as she turned around, brushing past me. “You’re the reason I stayed in
this town.”
She walked through
the house like it was hers, fingers grazing the edge of the table, the corner
of the doorway, the frame of my jacket hanging by the stairs.
“You always looked
away from me,” she said, standing close—too close. “Even when I wanted you to
notice me.”
I swallowed hard.
“You were—young.”
“I’m not anymore.”
Her words were a whisper, but her eyes were sharp.
The Tension Builds
The days that
followed were strange.
She kept visiting—bringing cold tea, excuses to use the shower, dropping by
late after her shifts. Every moment stretched between suggestion and restraint.
I told myself I was too old, that she was too reckless.
But she leaned in
more. Sat closer. Talked softer.
One night, she brought a book she said she “couldn’t focus on.”
She laid on the tatami, head on her elbow, looking up at me.
“Can you read to me?
Just the way you used to help me with school?”
I did. And she listened,
eyes half-closed, breathing shallow.
“Miu…” I whispered.
She opened her eyes
slowly. “You know, you’re the only one I’ve ever really wanted.”
Then she stood, barefoot again, stepping close enough for me to feel her
warmth.
She didn’t kiss me.
She just stayed there, waiting.
A Line Crossed
The moment hung,
suspended between memory and desire. I brushed her hair back behind her
ear—soft, trembling hands. She leaned into my touch, eyes locked on mine.
That was the moment
the line broke—not loudly, not violently, but like thread snapping under gentle
tension.~