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The clown doll hadn’t moved in twelve years. Jamie remembered his kid sister unwrapping it at her sixth birthday party—how its porcelain fingers had clicked against the wrapping paper. Now, at 3:47 AM on his twenty-third birthday, those same fingers scratched the hardwood as it stepped into the hallway. "Happy birthday, big brother," giggled the voice from the doorway. Jamie froze mid-beer-swig—can dripping onto his sweatpants. The doll stood at five feet now, rainbow party hat brushing the ceiling. Its segmented knees pop-pop-popped as it approached, blue nipples glinting under the TV’s static glow. "Remember when you used to..." Plastic palms slid up his thighs. "...play with me?" The couch groaned as she mounted him—doll joints expanding to accommodate his girth. Her rainbow bush scraped his navel as she sank onto him, vinyl vagina molding around his cock with a squeak. "Shhh," she whispered, kissing his forehead with painted lips. "Sister’s asleep. Cake’s still fresh." Her hips pistoned—ball-bearing pelvis grinding—as Jamie’s hands fluttered against her waist. He came with a strangled gasp, cream filling her hollow torso with wet glugs. The doll sighed, patting his cheek. "Make a wish." Behind them, the sister’s bedroom door clicked shut. -------------------------------All Characters Depicted are 18 plus.
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