Rachel 'S Shaved Pussycat, Episode Four
Erotica, Humiliation, Masturbation, YoungI kept experimenting over the pursue hebdomad or so, having spate of sex, with both male child and missy, but picking my partners carefully. I knew how badly it could end, so I made trusted I was in charge of everything, and none of them made a move unless I knew about it. I think my sexual technique was improving with practice, too, so they enjoyed it.
It still wasn't quite enough, though, so I would masturbate various times an eventide, between getting home base from shoal and going to bed. I think my brother may bear watched me once or twice, which was something to recollect about. He would give me strange looks around the house, and I knew he was conflicted between lustful thoughts of my sexy torso and knowing I am his Sister. I gave him the odd annoyer, but never quite made up my brain on whether to take it further. I still had my pantie, crusted with his jizz, stored away in a drawer, after all. I tossed it around in my thinker, and then one evening, when my parents were out, I just shrugged and went for it.
Passing his room, I thought I heard a voiced thunk-thunk-thunk, and it seemed pretty likely to me that he was jerking off. His bed is a bit rickety, and can sway if a large weighting is moving back and Forth River on it, like a person. I wondered if he was thinking about me while touching himself, and the impetus to find out overpowered me. Without pausing to knock, I shoved the threshold undetermined and strode purposefully in.
I was right. He scrambled to cover his legs and rosehip with bedsheets, so that I really didn't see lots of anything, but it was pretty net what he had been at. Something flopped onto the trading floor behind his bed too, out of my view.
"Rachel !"he roared with indignation."Get out ! !"
I ignored him, but walked round the bed to get the thing he had dropped. It was a mag. He tried to contact down and snatch it away, but he could not move far without dislodging the rag that protected what was left of his dignity, so I had the advantage.
"What's this ? A porno mag ? Wow, you dirty boy. Mum and dad would go puke if they knew you had this !"I strode away, well out of his reaching, so he could only look out in despair as I leafed through the page."Hmm, sexy daughter. What a slut ! She shouldn't be doing that to that guy."I kept up a running commentary, enjoying his shame and embarrassment as only a sibling can.
Then I got to the pageboy I was fairly sure he had been looking at when I interrupted him."Hey, this one looks a lilliputian like me. Same farseeing black hair's-breadth, similar build, and ooh look. A plane pussy."I tossed the mag on his desk."You like that, don't you, crick ? My hair ? My torso ? My kitty ?"I ran my hands down my body as I said this, swaying my articulatio coxae seductively.
"Shut up. I… I don't know what you mean. You're talking folderol !"
"There's no item in trying to deny it, Ricky ; I have grounds. Sticky White River evidence, all over a pair of my undies."
"You can't !"he blurted out."I always made sure to wash off them after I…"he stopped himself when he realized what he was saying.
I hid my surprisal. I had not told him about the devise evidence I had produced. That meant he really had been jerking into my underwear. And more than once, by the sound of it. wellspring, that meant I had everything I needed.
"It doesn't matter,"I said dismissively."You weren't thrifty enough, and now I have proof of your pervertedness. And people are gon na see it, unless you do exactly what I say. Got it ?"
He hesitated, so I pushed him."Got it ?"I repeated, with steel in my voice."Think how badly things can end for you."
He gulped, and nodded. I had him.
"Okay, start by removing those sheets. Yup, right out of the way. Nope, deal by your sides !"As I had thought, he had no trousers or underwear on. His tool was semi-hard, but quickly wilting in the tense situation.
I laughed."Haha, you disgusting footling shit."I did not think it was anywhere near as disgusting as I was saying, of course. I was well aware that it was convention for him to masturbate, just as it was for me. fountainhead, not quite as often as I did, but still. It served my purpose to have him well cowed, shameful and submissive."Now, get out of bed and stand up. No, no covering yourself ! Dignity is now a privilege, and you ain't earned damn so far."
Standing in strawman of me, he was actually slightly the taller, despite being two days younger than me. That would never do : with that kind of height advantage, he might start to unconsciously attain confidence. I had a break idea."On your hands and knees."
"What ?"
"You heard me. Get on your hands and knees before me. And don't question me again. You don't have many chances here, I already have half a mind to show everyone what a picayune freak you are. Your only chance is to do everything I say, exactly when I say it."
That alarmed him. He knelt in forepart of me.
"Now crawl forward."He crawled."stoppage !"
He was now in the middle of his sleeping accommodation floor, at arm's length in front of me. I hunkered down, and ruffled his hair patronizingly."Don't worry. If you do right, we can maintain all this a secret, and you'll be safe. Now, do not move a muscle unless and until I say so."
I stood up again, and walked slowly around him, kneeling there in cypher but a Lego set t-shirt that was a short too little for his growing organic structure. He was not bad really : fairly gymnastic, but no principal. nada to shoot a line about, but no unsightly wanton flab, or even much by the way of acne. His penis dangled pathetically between his legs.
"Well, we are going to take to do something about that,"I thought. It had not been truly light up in my thinker until now which steering I was going with this, but the potency of the situation was too rich to pass up. First, though, he needed to be ready.
I strolled over to his computer, looked for suitable medicine - something slow and sultry - and hit playing period. Then I went back, stood in front of him again, and began to strip.
I'd never done a stripper before, but I knew the theory, and I had seen a couple of video. Since recent events had revealed my bisexuality, I had looked into and indulged all kind of penchant. For my low time, I think I did pretty well. My hips swayed and rolled as my shirt came off, then my skirt, then my bra, and finally my undies. Each piece was discarded as I took it off, but I took government note of where they went, for later collection.
With my step-in in hand, I gave a final tease : I waved them in front of Ricky's face, giving him a good smell of my arousal. Because I was aroused, there was no doubt about that. I had timed it pretty well too, the call ending just as I settled on my bum, peg apart, juicy bald pussy lips in plain view to my wide brother.
From where I was, I could also see between his arms, down past his belly to between his stage, that my saltation had had the want effect : his dick was now fully extended and sway operose. I smirked."You didn't do as I say : you moved a muscle. Well, I suppose we can let that one slide, this time. Now, make out closer."I crooked a digit, and he crawled forward until we were only inches apart.
I pushed down on the top of his head, forcing him into personal line of credit with my genitals."Lick."
He hesitated."I said poke ! And don't pretend you haven't done this in half your sick illusion. You'll enjoy finally getting at your sis'confection zany. Now, biff !"
To be honest, he was a bit rubbish at cunnilingus, lapping at my genitalia as if he were cleaning a plate - and no doubt tasting something worth the lapping up. My bitch had felt a few tongues in the conclusion few days, and while he was not the uncollectible, he was far from the best. The racy sordidness of the situation more than made up for it though, and my chest started heaving with the beginning build toward flood tide. Besides, a few actor's line of firm counselling, supported by my directing handwriting on either side of his drumhead soon had him hitting Sir Thomas More of the right on floater. He could be trained ! I had authority that, with praxis and my precise feedback, he had become a fairly decently pussy-licker. The very fact that I was even thinking that way gave me a little illicit shudder when I realized it.
This meter, though, with my oral masseur in my thrall, a caprice caught me and I decided to acquire it a pace further. Shifting slightly to rest to a greater extent on my tailbone, I pressed down on the top of his head, pushing him away from my button, down across the perineum to my cockle pinko arsehole.
It was too lots for him. With a lurch, he backed away a foot or so."Eww, you want me to lick you bum ? ! That's disgusting !"
"So is perving on your inexperienced person petty sister while you wank yourself, but you don't appear to hold had any problem with that. Now get to it, my sphincter is waiting."
That appeared to sting him, but he wasn't budging. I had to up the stakes."well, I suppose watchword will have to get out."I reached for my headphone, which I had made certainly to drop close at hand."Now, what's the name of that girlfriend you like ? Princess of Wales, wasn't it ? I have her telephone turn right wing here…"
"NO ! OH God, no ! Please don't do that !"I carried on fiddling with my phone until I felt his tongue run right across my butt-hole, leaving a trail of warm saliva between my butt-cheeks.
In one sense, it did aught for me. There are no g-spots on my bum, and he wasn't going deep enough otherwise. However, the look of it was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and that was tremendously exciting. His hot breath, his hot clapper, the slick of his spit, the way it cooled quickly between my pulled-apart cheeks every prison term he moved slightly away. As I pulled the back of his point in, he could not help probing a footling right into my sphincter with his tongue… or could he ? Was he doing it deliberately ?
Either way, it was something singular. I mean, where in all the respite of your life, do you get something standardized to that ? Even full-on acute anal sex isn't quite the same matter. I once read that having a strong shower is a Weird experience to put humankind through because there is nothing in the raw humans, null in evolution, that is interchangeable enough to fix us for it. Well, having a clapper slathering your arsehole, and occasionally just poking a petty bit at the ruck is another one.
Besides, I was already riding the sharpness from the tongue-lashing my pussy had gotten, so any kind of stimulation was going to bring in me closer. A part of me wanted to restrain this wild, kinky drive going, but my need overtook me, my fingers went to my clitoris, and barely a couple of tactual sensation triggered that plosion of pleasure I craved.
It wasn't just pleasure that exploded from me either. Ever heard of female ejaculation ? Ever felt it ? I did then, and in a sense, so did brother Ricky, because he was on the receiving end. Clear liquidness gushed from my pussy, plentiful with musky foreplay. It coated his frontal bone and cheeks, dripping down his neck, just a little thicker than water.
I pushed him back lightly, and he sat up on his haunches. His breathing was clayey, just like mine. His rock hard knob jutted upwards and forwards, drawing the eye. His hired hand started to travel, but the slightest narrowing of my heart halted him, and his arms returned to dangling placidly by his sides.
Finally, I stood up. I walked around him. Occasionally, a drip of kitty-cat juice would splay from my folds, or from his mentum, and soak into his bedroom carpet.
"You did well,"I said finally. I kneeled behind him, and my small-scale breasts pressed into his back."You deserve a bit of a reward,"I whispered, right into his ear. My right hand reached round, and grabbed his cock. He shuddered. Slowly, very slowly, I started moving my hand up and down.
"This is what you want, isn't it ?"I continued murmuring, my sass brushing his ear."The feminine touch on your stuff penis. Of trend, you want to fuck. All men want to fuck. So do to the highest degree woman. But that's not going to happen, or at least not yet, so the next best affair to a woman's vagina wrapped around you… wellspring, that's their sassing, but coming in third is their handwriting. Do you like that ?"I sped up slightly as he nodded.
"I bet you've dreamt of getting your backtalk at my juicy pussy. Yeah, you've tongued my pussy in your head while you jerked your rooster just like I'm jolt now. And that's not all. You've imagined fucking me too, sticking your putz right in between my flock, deep, right into my girlish piddling womb. You've pounded your sugariness, aphrodisiacal sister's pussy, pounded it, pounded it, while the bulwark squeezed you like this."
I squeezed his manhood, hard but not too concentrated, and continued, my voice never rising above a voicelessness."It's hot in there, hot and wet and begging for a man to thrust in and penetrate it. It wants to be full of punishing man-meat, stretched. Your penis could occupy my aching, gaping chasm. I would clamp down on you so hard when I came, pulsing on your rod. screw me. Yeah, fuck me. Are you fix to come in ? Are you quick to fill your sister's vagina with your sweet, sleek source ? Then do it. Jizz for me. jet !"
And he did. Wow, he did. It blasted across the room, compact E. B. White R-2 of cum, flying through the air for a good six feet. He jerked, his body contorting, and a farseeing, loud groan escaped his sass, as his jizz landed on the wall, the carpet, and the last of it rolled down my knuckles.
I pulled away, and he collapsed to his deal and knees. As he gasped, I collected my clothing, wiping the semen off on my panties. I clipped my skirt back on, and did up my shirt.
By the clip I was done, he was standing up."I've never orgasmed like that before,"he said, awe in his voice.
"Well, maybe you will again, we'll have to see. It all depends how well-behaved you are."
Hope lit up his boyish brass."What do I suffer to do ?"
"Oh, all sorts of things. For a start, get this place cleaned up. Then tomorrow…"I grabbed his dick again, and wiped the end with my wadded underwear. Then I unravelled it and held it in nominal head of his face. There were respective slightly yellowed moistness eyepatch on the white material now, and a couple of remaining gobbets of goo."You are going to fag these. All day."
"What ? !"he cried in dismay, the post-orgasmic glow evaporating in an instant."But… but what if I have P.E. ? What if I have to deepen ? All the guys will see !"
"That's your problem,"I said coldly. He didn't. I had sneaked a promptly glance at his class timetable on the wall over his desk. He didn't need to have a go at it that, though."Aw, you thought this was over ? Silly little boy. It's not going to be over for a long clock time. Get used to doing whatever I say, permanently. Hey, if you do it right, I am sure we can prepare a new status you can be happy with. For a start, you get to have something that's been wrapped around my twat, wrapped around your hammer all day tomorrow. Think of that. This placid, delicate cloth has been rubbing back and forth against my slick crease, soaking up my hot, nubile girl-juices, and it's gon na be pressed against your knob. And if you get a bit… over-excited by that sentiment, one or two More stains won't make much difference…"
I turned to go forth him with that cerebration, dropping the step-in on a console next to his door. Where they were in knit stitch mountain to anyone coming down the corridor. I heard him bucket along to grab them and slam the room access .