Punishing the Brats

That was it, he decided, looking her over, her jeans down, panties to the side, top tugged up, looking like a hot, sexy mess.

He had to have her.

He reached down to his shirt, tugged it up off his body, revealing all those valleys and ridges of his abs and pecs, the bulging muscles that she’d seen before, but never quite like this. Not undulating with his lusty breathes, holding a light sheen as he brought his hands back down to work at his fly, get his pants undone… show her that immense bulge in his boxer-briefs.

“You’re my pet for this next week,” he growled again, reinforcing that point upon her as he pushed his thumbs down the runners-v towards his groin, tugging his underwear down to let that hefty dick bob out.

Proportionately as big as the man himself, it was a thick, rigid pole, pulsating with blood and desire, ribbed with prominent veins as it climbed up at a gentle curve towards his thick, purple crown.

She’d never seen one up close. Or at least, not one so big. He could tell, with the way she moved in, trying to get a better look at it. All her lusty motions, the fact that she’d cum on his hand so many times, it couldn’t compare with the expression on his bratty sister’s face.

It was awe.

Seeing her there before him, helplessly his, he wanted nothing more than to pound her into the couch, fuck her raw and cum inside her again and again. But he was in control, he reminded himself. He’d make her work for it.

“Suck it,” he commanded, reaching out after he tugged his jeans down those few inches more, let his heavy, cum-laden balls dangle freely. He grasped at her ponytail, tugged her in towards his dick. “Be a good pet, lick your treat.”

It wasn’t what she expected, and that made him feel even better about his decision. He looked down on his sister as she glanced up at him, before her eyes returned to that throbbing pole in front of her.

She was breathing harder already, and she reached out, so gingerly. So torturously slow.

But then her hand was wrapped around his shaft, and she was looking at it like she barely knew what to do before she took her hand away.

“I can’t do this,” she protested, but her eyes kept going back to his cock.

“Yes you can,” he said, his back arched, broad shoulders angling down as he pulled her back in. “You can and you will. And when you’re done sucking my dick off, little sister…” he took such pleasure in torturing her with that title. It had no less of an effect upon him, that first chill of the taboo, but then it was followed by the excitement. The thrill.

His dick twitched before her, bobbing with his excitement. The tip disgorging some slick, clear precum.

“When you’re done,” he continued, licking his dry lips, “I’m going to pop you’re lil’ cherry and fuck you raw. Y’hear me?” he said, so bossy and commanding.

He wished he was recording it all. The way her face contorted, like she wanted so badly to protest, but he knew she wanted it. She wanted him even more than he wanted her, he was positive of it. Hell, she’d probably been thinking of him as she got herself off the other day.

The thought made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t hide the growl from her, so he covered it up, with a, “Now, princess.”

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Sylvia

She leaned in at last, though the pull of his strong forearm at her head certainly helped. She stared at that big, bulging girth, so big compared to her tiny form, and wondered what depraved rabbit hole she was gone down… how he’d fit it all inside her once the time came.

Though as her mind raced with such thoughts, instincts took over, and she licked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tasted the musky flavour of his dick, right up to the tip, where his salty precum greeted her taste buds. Her first taste of cock.

“There you go,” he said, his voice a half growl, half groan as his dick jumped with excitement.

She’d just licked her brother’s dick.

There was no way she was ever going to get over this. She’d likely need therapy for life.

But even then, her face moved in, and that innocent little gymnast turned into a wanton whore. She was too hor

ny for moralizing, for questioning if this was right or wrong. She brought her lips around his head like she’d seen the girls do in pornos, but it felt weird. She held him still, but she had no idea what she was doing.

Luckily her brother seemed to know exactly what he wanted, because he gave the back of her head a nudge, pushing her down that thick length of his further, making her mouth stretch wide to accommodate all that meaty girth.

It solicited a deep, throaty groan from him even. A satisfied noise that she’d coaxed from him!

“Fuck sis,” he moaned out the words, tugging at her ponytail to draw her back, but then pushing her down around his dick again, deeper this time.