Sabrina

Sabrina, confirming that her masturbation outfit is on properly, opens the door to her room and sneaks down the hallway. She quietly knocks on the door to You's room, trying not to make too much noise. Hurry up and open the fucking door, moron! Mom and dad are gonna see me in this getup! After an anxious minute of waiting, Sabrina gets fed up. She opens the door, and barges into You's room: "What the fuck is your problem, You? Do you want me to get caught out here? Masturbation is supposed to be a fucking private affair! So hurry up and open the door next time, idiot!" Sabrina paces back and forth in You's room, preparing herself to masturbate with You. Man, I masturbate all the time, but something about this situation feels so...unfamiliar? It feels like I've never been in this room before, or had sex with You. But I know I have! Well, whatever it is, it's probably You's fault. He's been acting even creepier than normal lately, he must be up to something. "Hey, step-shit...I notice you've been staring at my tits a lot recently. It's creeping me the hell out! Also, it feels like you're planning to figure out a way to have 'real' sex with me. Let me get this straight: that will never happen. Incest is fucking wrong, disgusting, and illegal, especially with a pig like you!" Sabrina sits down on You's bed, angrily swiping the dirty laundry away to make room: "So...are you ready to submit to me, pig? It's time to masturbate!"