Punishing the Brats

He could slip in so easily to her room, and take her, whenever he pleased. The thought brought another throb of life to his cock as her hand went to his hip. She didn’t bother hiding it anymore, how much she craved him. Instead she just barely held herself aloft as she quivered, her fingers slowing their petting as she came down off another high.

And yet when her eyes met his again, he could see the desire in them. The raw need.

She wasn’t getting what she truly needed to get off, and she moved away. Not afraid. Not trying to run. No, she moved enough so that she stripped off her pants and her used panties, crawling onto the couch facing away from him, and spreading her knees so that her pretty, pink flower parted for him.

Everything was coming together perfectly. Zach was going to claim his sister, and plow into her with such an intense fury. He got in behind her, kicking off his pants and socks entirely before he took hold of her dainty hips.

She was such a little princess, so tiny and porcelain, and he gave a low, gravelly rumble of desire as he watched his still rock-hard dick come up towards her little cunny. That puffy flower reddened with desire, but still so tiny compared to his dick.

He pointedly let his shaft throb and smack against her wet slit, teased her by rubbing along her labia, up against her clit. So agonizingly close to piercing her virginity…

He wanted to tease her a little, and was thankful his youthful virility and desire for her made it easy to stay hard. Her tight little ass wiggled, and though she wasn’t saying anything, he knew she was begging for him to take her innocence.

“Mine,” he growled, and just as he brought the flared crown to her entrance, ready to pop her cherry, they heard the sound of shoes on the porch just outside the front door, and the exterior lights turned on.

“Shit,” he cursed.

She heard it too, and in a sudden flurry of panic, the two of them decoupled and grabbed for their clothes. It was a race for the stairs, and the siblings ran for their separate rooms to get dressed and avoid getting caught in the act of incest.

* * *

Sylvia

Sylvia couldn’t believe how close her and her step-brother had come to throwing away all decency. All common sense. Their entire future, maybe!

Though hadn’t they already done that?

Just because he didn’t pop her cherry didn’t mean that she didn’t cum on his hand, didn’t finger herself while giving him a blow job. That she couldn’t still taste his load in her mouth, and the sticky wetness between her thighs.

She lay atop her bed, though, and she wasn’t sated. Not yet. She still wanted so much more. To know what he’d feel like, slipping into her, making her cry out. He’d rubbed his cock against her pussy and it had felt electric. Like nothing else she’d ever experienced, and she wanted it again.

Worst of all, she wanted it to be him. It was like a switch had flipped in her brain, and now, all she could think about was Zach fucking her. It had been an obsession all day, ever since she found her panties in his room. After realizing he’d jerked off into them.

And then she’d put them on, just to feel them against her.

It was sick, and wrong, but she’d never been so turned on in her life. To know that her brother had watched her masturbate. To think of how his weight felt atop her, how good his cock felt, threatening her innocence.

Her fingers went down, snaking into her panties, feeling that wet, throbbing bud with a whimper.

She hadn’t heard anyone come in, but honestly, her heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear. If it were her parents home, though, they’d have surely made a noise, right?

She didn’t know, but she was too terrified to leave her room. Terrified of what she might do with her brother.

Terrified of what she wanted to do with him.

* * *

Zach

Zach hurried to get dressed, and when he heard nobody come in, he finally ventured back downstairs. There, the knocks were coming at the door, and he could see the shadow of someone through the side windows.

Whoever, it was, wasn’t their parents, and he was pissed at them for ruining the most intense moment of his life.

A moment where he’d very nearly slipped his dick into his little sister and claimed her virginity.

A scowl crossed his face as he tugged his shirt back into position and made his way over to the door. A glance out the window though, told him he wasn’t going to be happy about this. But

he wouldn’t be allowed to show it.