<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/350/3/b/leo_by_jennyverse-d8a4zeh.jpg)</div>Leonardo looked at Mikey like he thought she was crazy as she suddenly stopped working her oral magic on his cock; wrestling with his need to get off versus his sudden interest to see what his little sister had planned as she allowed her huge rack to hang ever closer to his erection. He groaned as she pressed her breasts together around him, quivering in both pleasure and frustration as she gave him an excruciatingly slow titfuck. It wasn't long before her saliva had coated the length of his shaft, and his mouth hung open as her slippery breasts pumped up and down. "You're...ahh...killing me...Mikey...haaah..."<br/><br/>Leo could feel himself slowly but surely building closer and closer to an orgasm, but was once again left unfulfilled as Mikey paused and began shifting position again. He panted and gasped for breath as she kissed her way back up his body, instinctively taking hold of her hips as she settled herself over the tip of his cock. Her sudden request caught him off-guard, as did her even more sudden plunge down onto his cock. "Hnnng! Mikey!"  He grunted as he felt her pussy taking him in completely, her hot and wet inner walls wrapping around him in a way that made his blood boil.<br/><br/>For several seconds he was too enraptured by the sensation to respond to Mikey's words. But once he had had time to get used to the feeling of his little sister's pussy, he pushed himself upwards and caught her lips with his own for a long moment. "I love you, Mikey."  He smiled once he broke the kiss; falling back onto the mattress. "Even more than I love training and bossing all of you around."  He winked up at her teasingly, and soon began gyrating his hips beneath her; working to thrust his cock up into her tight pussy over and over. What could he say? Mikey's playfulness was just so contagious sometimes.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/5ca1/f/2015/070/3/0/raph_by_pixeldust86-d8ld69h.jpg)</div>As Raph watched the masked vigilante handle the remaining thug, he had to admit; she wasn't half bad. He thought that they had been about to have a problem as the thief suddenly pulled out a firearm, but even that didn't seem to be a problem for her. She had taken care of the situation in record time, and soon had the punk running off with his tail between his legs. "Hmph. I could have done that."  Raphael folded his arms over his chest as the girl rounded on him to lecture him some more, but quickly placed his hand over his face with a muffled curse as she saw through his cover. "Dammit, Mikey. That's the last time I listen to you about disguises."<br/><br/>"I could ask you the same thing. What kind of nut goes around fighting punks on the street in a hockey mask?"  Raphael lowered his hand and gave the girl an appraising look, now that they weren't busy fighting. He hadn't been able to tell before, but now that he had the chance to examine her, he could see that she was really hot. Her lean and toned body was impossible to ignore, and her large breasts made his shell grow just a little tighter. Were they even bigger than Mikey's? He never thought he'd see the day. He couldn't see any of her face with that mask on though. Did she have a pretty face to match that body of hers?<br/><br/>Raph noticed that she still had her hockey stick ready though, and tensed slightly. Was this girl still looking for a fight? "Easy there. You don't want to get yourself hurt."  While he tried to talk the girl down in his own special way, the turtle failed to notice that the thug he'd flung into the trash earlier was beginning to come to. He hadn't seemed to have learned his lesson yet, and after he got back on his feet, suddenly rushed towards Raphael with his switchblade clutching in his hands. And as skilled a fighter as Raphael was, even someone like him could be caught by surprise every so often...