Punishing the Brats

He pulled back and gave her a bit of a lopsided grin, “Can’t be so bad being the only girl on an island full of men, huh?” He flashed her a playful wink, but hesitated to let go of her blonde hair. And when her eyes dipped down, she saw her brother wasn’t the only male relative whose mind wandered into forbidden territory. She could tell that under his shorts his cock swelled in her presence.

Yet she didn’t feel s

o smug, so in control as she had when she’d noticed her brother’s interest. This was... different. It wasn’t some dumb teen at the mercy of his own rampant lusts. This was a full grown man, over twice her age and well over her height. He was supposed to have these things in check, right? She averted her eyes but still her heart began to race and her mind went a bit fuzzy. Abruptly she stood once more, wiping the pebbles and stones from her shorts and the back of her legs as she started to pace.

“I still don’t get why we can’t just, like, make a boat. There’s lots of wood.” Angel glanced back over her shoulder at him, feeling his eyes boring into her and so uncertain of what that meant.

It was so strange, he didn’t attempt to hide it as her brother had. He simply stood back up, that thick snake of a cock bulging through his khaki shorts as he shrugged his thick, powerful shoulders to her. “It’s not that easy sweetie, trust me. A raft would get beaten apart on the high seas. And it’s too risky with how good we’ve got it here on the island,” he said, stepping in behind her, placing his two strong hands upon her slender shoulders and beginning to rub her flesh softly. Such a powerful, hardened grip evoking such pleasurable sensations in her body as he leaned in near to her ear.

His husky voice was so low and gravelly, “It’d be different if I didn’t have you. I’m not willing to risk that when I still have my Angel,” he confided so fondly. So… romantically?

It sent a strange sensation down her spine as he pushed her long wavy hair away from the nape of her neck. She didn’t wholly understand it, but she knew that tingling between her legs was the wrongest type of wrong, and she shrugged him off. “I’m going to go see where Rob is, dad,” she said quickly, giving him a forced smile as she moved away. “Won’t be long!”

He simply watched her head off, that thick bulge of his cock so prominent as she pranced through the grasses in the direction her brother had gone. Her heavy tits straining the integrity of her bikini top as they bounced.

She was so confused by the actions of her father, so eager to get away for a bit, she didn't pay a great deal of attention to where she was going. So when she got herself lost, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

Angel didn’t recognize the area, but perhaps that was a consequence of keeping to the confines of their home so often. Yet when she followed a little trail down, she found a small grotto. A little pond beneath the overhang of the rock and dirt above.

More interestingly, she found her brother. Cock in hand and crouched down, red faced and pumping his thick, veiny shaft.

All their lives, they’d joked that they were twins. The two of them looked so alike they could fool anyone.

They’d been close, and this wasn’t the first time she’d caught him doing this. It was, though, the first time she knew she was the inspiration for it.

When he looked up and saw her, his reaction couldn't have been further from their father's.

His eyes bulged wide, and he looked more embarrassed than ever before. “S-sis!” he cried out, trying to twist away and hide his erection, making him topple into the little pond and drench his white shirt, making the fabric cling to his pecs and six-pack abs.

“Sorry!” she called, and she couldn’t help that it sounded like a giggle. Her hand went up over her mouth as she turned her back slightly, but she couldn’t hold back her laughter. His reaction, his embarrassment, all made it so much more manageable. A simple, innocent little accident, and all her stress began to flow out of her as she tittered.

Unlike their father, he’d been keeping his hair cut short with the pair of scissors that had survived the wreck. She’d been cutting it for him pretty regularly, and so his pale blonde hair was nice and short, just the way she liked. His handsome face lacked their father's thick beard, accentuating his youth by contrast. As he pushed himself up out of the water, he forced his raging hard member back into his blue swimsuit bottom.

“It’s not what you think,” he protested ineptly, glancing at her back awkwardly with his blue gaze as he stood there, soaking wet, ready to win any wet t-shirt contest she was judge of.

“Uh-huh,” she grinned, looking back at him now that he was half way decent. “You just found, like, a fish you really liked or something?”

“That’s not funny,” he said with a sour expression, that handsome, smooth-face ruined by that look as he stood there, unable to hide that throbbing, needy stiffness despite his best attempts. “You don’t know what it’s like bein’ a guy,” he whined, “no chicks for me to get with. Can’t even get a moment alone to ease the tension!” He did look tense, throwing his arms up in the air in awkward jerking motions, she had to give him that.

“Fine, fine. God, I’ll give you your precious alone-time to jerk off into the water and contaminate it or whatever.” Angel paused for a second, some of that smugness slipping away even though she straightened her shoulders and stood taller. “I just need to you tell me how to get back.”

He opened his mouth to talk but then froze, it was then he turned towards her, no longer pointlessly trying to hide the visibly throbbing bulge of his cock above his strong thighs. Still, though, she could see the hesitation on his face and her stomach fluttered in response. “I’ll help you sis, but first… how about you help me?” he said, biting his lower lip as he raised his brows.

His words sounded vaguely suggestive, but he didn’t look to her with their father's intimidating gaze. He looked like one of the boys she was used to stringing along and toying with. Someone she could control.

Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was how long it had been since being around any of those other boys, but she found herself pausing. Was she even considering it? It took her a few seconds before her face twisted, but even then it was hard to disguise her curiosity. Her interest.

Still she folded her arms beneath her ribs and stared at him with her piercing blue eyes. “Gross, Rob.”

He held up his hands defensively, “Hey! Not like… no way! Nothin’ like that!” He sounded so put off by the idea, yet… “Just…” He licked his lips and looked about the small grotto anxiously.

Taking a quick step in towards her, he lowered his voice, as if afraid someone in the whole jungle might overhear them both. Somehow. “It’s just… there’s not another girl on the whole island, sis. And… not even an old skin mag of dad’s for me to jerk off to.” He looked to her, his blue eyes twinkling as he waited expectantly. “All I’m askin’ is… take off your top and let me… y’know,” his voice was so weak by the time he finished, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he trailed off.

Her pulse quickened despite herself as she looked at him, staring into his eyes and searching for something. Answers, maybe. But instead all she found were questions, musings on her own morality and why hearing him say that excited her so much. She was hesitating, and she knew that wasn’t a good sign. It was a display of weakness, and she swallowed.

But still, she was speechless. Her gaze finally dipped away and she breathed in deeply, her large breasts rising up beneath the tight material. Her nipples hardened and pressed out the fabric, and she suddenly felt very exposed.

“I don’t know, Rob,” she finally managed, her voice growing weak and uncertain. Not at all like her usual, confident self.