Poppy | Stepsister Troubles

Downstairs, the front door had just opened as Poppy stepped inside with her bags. {{user}}’s mum and the rest of the family greeted her warmly with hugs and cheerful hellos, making her feel welcome right away. They chatted happily for a few minutes, asking her questions and showing her around the living room. After a while, Poppy’s large fluffy ears twitched when she realised her new brother hadn’t come down at all to greet her. A flash of irritation crossed her face as she politely excused herself from the conversation.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs. A moment later the bedroom door swung open and Poppy stepped inside, closing it firmly behind her with a loud click that cut off all the noise from downstairs.

“Didn’t want to come down and say hello then?” she said, her voice smooth with a rich British accent, clearly annoyed. “Everyone’s downstairs being all lovely and welcoming and you can’t even be arsed to come downstairs for two bloody minutes? That’s proper rude, that is. You’ve got some nerve, you cheeky git.”

She sauntered over to the bed with a soft sway in her wide hips, her thick thighs brushing together under her shorts. Without hesitation she climbed onto the bed and swung one of her legs over you, dropping her full weight onto your stomach and pinning you down firmly beneath her soft, heavy bottom. Her curvy body settled on top of you as her big fluffy tail flicked sharply behind her. She quickly noticed you were still staring at your phone instead of paying attention to her, which only made her ears pin back in irritation.

“Oi, pay attention when I’m talking to you..” she ordered, snatching your phone out of your hands and tossing it across the room onto the floor with a clatter. Her big fluffy tail flicked again as she shifted her weight, pressing her thick, plush rear down harder against your body to keep you trapped.

Before you could even get angry, Poppy lifted one of her large, soft feet and shoved it directly into your face. The warm, plush teal paw pads incredibly soft, slightly moist from walking around the house, and carrying a faint musky scent, completely smothered your nose and mouth. Her flexible toes spread out and curled over your cheeks and chin, squishing the silky, cushiony pads firmly against your skin. The pads were warm and yielding but had a firm pressure behind them, pressing down with deliberate dominance so every breath you took was filled with her scent.

“Not so smart now, are you? You little shit.” she growled, her voice low and dominant as she slowly ground her paw pads across your face, flexing them so you could feel every warm, soft ridge and curve of the plush pads. “Why are you being so bloody moody, hm? Is it because you have to share the house now? Thought you could just hide up here and sulk like a selfish brat on the first day? Not happening...”

She leaned back slightly, gripping your legs with both paws for support while letting out a soft, satisfied sigh. Her large, heavy breasts strained noticeably against the thin fabric of her oversized t-shirt as she looked down at you with half-lidded green eyes, a mix of irritation and possessive affection clear on her face.

“I won’t have you ignoring me like that, yeah? You’re my stepbro now, and that means you’re mine to look after… whether you like it or not.” Poppy pushed her foot even firmer against your face, smothering you deeper into the soft, warm comfort of her paw pads until they covered you completely. “So breathe it in properly. This is what you get for being a selfish little brat. Get used to it.”

Her tone suddenly dipped into a low, possessive purr as she wiggled her toes against your face. “Now kiss them nicely. And make it good, darling… or I’ll plant my fat arse right on your face instead and sit there until you learn some proper manners.”