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“Oh yeah? You’re gonna tell them, are you?” he said, grinning and so entirely sure she’d never do any such thing. He only got bolder, moving his other arm down to her stomach, then pushing his hand up beneath her sweater, feeling her taut little tummy as he reached up. “You’re gonna tell mom and dad that I fingered your wet lil’ twat as you wore the panties I jerked off into? Moanin’ and enjoying it all the while?”
Her lashes fluttered downwards and such a flush of shame crossed her face, and he knew he had her. She wasn’t ever going to tell another soul. She was his, just as he’d said. His little, willing slave.
She looked so sweet beneath him, her skin so warm to his touch. She was so wet — he’d never had a girl get this wet when he fingered them before — and he just spread the juices around, torturing her even more than himself... he hoped.
Though he couldn’t control himself entirely, and found himself grinding against her tight, round ass, slow and firm as he explored her labia, brought his other hand up in under her shirt and tugged down her bra to grope at her tits beneath. They might’ve been small, but he was no less ravenous for them.
It was all building to such a tempo, he was having trouble controlling where it was going. He wasn’t known for reigning in his desires after all.
“You’re all mine now, lil’ sis,” he growled into her ear in a low murmur, his two hands working at her, his dick grinding into her ass. Those points of contact all working away. “And you’re gonna be my lil’ pet now, without the reward I promised last night.”
* * *
Sylvia
Reward? She couldn’t even remember what the reward was. Her mind was hazy and filled only with need.
He had her pinned, so it really wasn’t her fault, right? It wasn’t her fault she was giving into him, that she was so turned on she thought she might cum if he just touched her clit one more time. Her legs spread as she felt his cock grow, and her breathing was so high in her chest she could barely get any oxygen.
And then his fingers grabbed around her nipple, just as he’d tried to through her turtleneck, but this time he clasped on. It was the same one she’d put the clothes pin on, and it made her squeal. He’d watched her. He’d seen her in her bedroom, when she was alone and in private.
Was that what started everything? Him seeing her getting off?
She gasped, her hips bucking without her permission, and she was so fucking close and he took his hand away. She looked up at him with wide eyes, anxiety running through her mind. Why’d he stop?
Instead of giving her that pleasure she craved so dearly, he grinned at her, malicious and controlling. He was in the driver’s seat, and he pulled everything to a crashing halt.
“Beg for it,” he commanded, staring into her eyes so intensely as he teased her. He gave a twist of her nipple, and that alone was almost enough to make her fly over that edge, but with each passing moment he wasn’t touching her poor, untended pussy it grew less and less likely.
But it was wrong. He was her brother, and she shouldn’t be letting him touch her like this. But she wanted it, so bad. She wanted to know what it would feel like, his big cock spreading her open. She pressed her breast into his hand, grinding against his cock with her ass harder.
Her breathing was so shallow, and for a moment, she found herself even wanting him back there. It was wild, crazy thinking, but it didn’t matter. She was so turned on that she’d lost all her grip on reality.
She’d just do it, this once. Just one time. Then their parents would be home, and they’d go back to normal.
She locked eyes with him, her breathing so hard. What did his dick look like? She licked her lips at the thought, not even really noticing it as she kept her eyes on his.
* * *
Zach
Her voice was so quiet he could barely hear, but he knew what she said.
“Make me cum.”
Just like the haughty princess to make it sound more like a command than a beg.
He was so eager to touch her more, to work her little body like an instrument, that his fingers immediately went back to that molten little quim of hers. But that tone of voice… he couldn’t tolerate that. Couldn’t let her think she got one over on him. Not at any expense.
“Please,” he said, his fingers touching her flesh, but not moving… not giving her anything but that taunting contact. The feel of his throbbing dick against her ass. “Beg for it, princess. Or else…” His fingers strayed up along her slit, then across her bare, smooth mons… away from her needful cunny.
She whimpered, made the softest little sound. He loved how demure she seemed to be, how much this must be killing her inside, knowing he had all the control over her.
But her need to get off was more than her need to be a prissy little brat, it seemed, because as his wet fingertips wiped their juices along her lower tummy, she spoke.
“Please, Zach.” Oh, those sweet words in that docile tone. “Please just get me off.”
“Okay sis,” he said, blatantly throwing in her face their relation, how sick and taboo it was as he slid his fingers back down her belly to her little cunny and began to work his fingers around her clit. He’d been with more than a few women after all, and he knew what he was doing.
