Punishing the Brats

His beautifully boyish face contorted as he pleaded with her, “C’mon sis! All I’m askin’ is that you let me look at ‘em while I, y’know… stroke one out.” He stepped in a little closer, and she could smell the scent of his dick off him, that male musk so much like their father’s, albeit weaker. “I won’t touch you or nothin’. I’ll pretend you’re someone else if it helps,” he offered.

Though of course, that offer implied he hadn’t been doing that before.

Her eyes rose back to his as she nervously tucked some of her caramel coloured hair behind her ear. She glanced over her shoulder at the path she’d come, and something within her told her she could find the way back. Of course, then she’d have to deal with her father and whatever strange mood had gripped him.

She licked her lips briefly before she caught her brother’s eyes again. “I will if you give me your shirt.”

His eyes bulged in surprise at that counter offer, and he looked her over for just a moment, his dick still throbbing through his blue trunks, his own hard chest rising and falling quickly. “It’s the only one I got…” he remarked, though she could see the desperation in him. “Okay. But you gotta do this for me more than just o

nce,” he retorted, already tugging his shirt off him at the back of his neck, exposing his lean physique, reminding her of the athletic swimmer he was back in high school. “Once a day. At least,” he bargained.

She hesitated at his words, her hand floating in the air uncertainly. “Ew, Rob. God, how often do you do this?” No wonder they always took so long to do anything if Rob was jerking it at least once a day. Her face contorted in annoyance and frustration, and she looked so lost and confused.

She suddenly just wanted to go back to her old room and do nothing but play video games and flirt with boys. But instead, she was stranded with nothing but two apparently very pent up men who had no other distraction.

And the way she’d caught the two men looking at her, it wouldn’t hurt to cover up a little more.

Angel yanked the wife-beater from her brother’s hand. “You haven’t heard the last of this, Rob.”

He took the way she yanked his shirt from him as an unspoken signing of their contract and gave a wide, toothy grin. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to, sis,” he said, one hand already stroking the protrusion in his blue speedo, which looked even more skimpy without the aid of his shirt hanging down over part of his loins. The tight fabric highlighted every vein in his thick cock.

“Now c’mon,” he said anxiously, sounding so excited to see her bare tits, “lemme see ‘em, I’m dyin’ here!”

Her fingers curled into the damp, white shirt as if confirming that it was real, and she swallowed back her anxiety. It was just skin. He’d seen it before, when they were kids sharing a bath, or a glimpse here and there when they were changing. It was innocent back then, though.

This was anything but, and she folded the shirt before placing it down on the ground. “Just...” she stammered, trying to come up with something that would make this okay, but it wasn’t. The way her blood was pumping through her veins, the way her delicate sex throbbed, it wasn’t okay. But still, her finger went to the middle of her back and she closed her eyes as she tugged that little bow.

The material immediately gave under the release of the fabric’s strain, and the bikini gathered around her neck. Tears stung her eyes and her pussy pulsed harder, faster, as she lifted the swim top from around her head and let it flutter to the ground.

She wasn’t looking to see the wide-eyed expression on her twin’s face, the way surprise and lust mixed on his tanned features. But she did hear the gasp, the utter of “Fuck” in astonishment, and then the stretch of his blue speedo as he yanked it away from his thick, throbbing cock so he could grasp his manhood once more.

Rob pressed one hand to the rock beside him as he stared at her two large tits, those thick, soft mounds so full and ripe, capped with the pink round areolas and erect nipples. His own strong, hard hand hugged his cock and he began to pump his shaft excitedly.

Angel could hear his shuddering breaths even if she couldn’t see the way his chest heaved with his heavy breathing. His cock grew so fiery red as it swelled, the crown bulging out through his fingers as he tugged back the foreskin, then let it roll back over the purpled tip again.

Her own breathing was ragged and uncertain, and she had to fight the urge to give in to her curiosity. To glance again, to take in her brother’s body. This was wrong, and she knew it, but she needed the shirt. She needed him to show her the way back.

Or so she told herself as she tried to not notice how her body was reacting to this. She was used to teasing guys, to getting them out of control for her, for her body, and it always turned her on.

But never like this.

It didn’t end as quickly as she thought it might. It made her wonder: was he drawing it out? Was he savouring the moment as he beat off to her tits?

It was sick to think on her brother doing that, but flattering in a way she didn't want to admit.

She could hear his breathing, so heavy, and beneath his groans of pleasure and panting breaths were soft little utterances. She swore she heard his name on his lips, murmured so very softly she could barely hear it, even as they stood but a couple feet apart in the quiet grotto. She squirmed at the noises, her body trembling with fear and something darker, and she bit down on her lower lip to steel her resolve.

His body grew tense and Rob squeezed his fist about his dick tighter as his heavy balls swayed beneath him, his blue speedo down around his ankles as the incredibly toned and fit man pleasured himself to the sight of his sister’s large tits. “Fuck… yes,” he muttered, his balls beginning to tighten beneath him as his dick throbbed thicker.

She inhaled, deeply, and his scent mingled with the salt water spray. It was an intense sensation that had no comparison, and a heavy lump formed in her throat. Oh god, this is so wrong. She knew it, and she squirmed, her arms folding around her stomach as if to protect herself from him even though it just squeezed her heavy breasts together, so invitingly.

His breath caught, and she heard him mutter, “Oh shit… it’s cummi--” Rob’s words were cut off, his immature six-pack abs clenching as his body first stiffened, then convulsed. His thick, feverishly red cock swelling as it expelled its rich, creamy seed.

Such a torrent of virile cum erupted from her brother’s dick, and at such a high pressure volume! It shot across the gap that separated them, much of it landing in grass beneath their feet, but some went so far as to strike upon her skin. A splatter of the creamy spunk struck her thigh, her arms over her stomach, and even a little landed on her plump tits as his eyes rolled back into his head and he beat his dick wildly through his throes of ecstasy.

“Rob!” she half shouted, half gasped, and she couldn’t resist glaring at him.

Glaring at him, and stealing a quick look that she prayed he didn't notice.