"I think this is the first time you've actually asked me to tease you," he says, laughing a little. He has always been a terrible tease of a brother, after all, but this...
He scoots closer to her, but his fingers stop teasing her labia, giving her mons a soft, condescending pat with his hand. He's close enough now that it's easy to shift so he's not on the edge of the bed, to put his hands under his little sister's armpits and lift, shifting her, smiling at her for a moment before he sets her in his lap, straddling him.
"You want to be teased?" he asks, something warm and possessive in his voice. "I can tease." He puts his hands on her breasts, and tweaks her nipples, playful, but hard, enough to redefine that edge between pleasure and pain. "No more playing with yourself. You want to feel something, you better grind. You want to be touched, you'd better beg... and find a way to pay for it. Is that what you need?"
His conscience, his worries, have vanished. There's a lithe, willing girl in his lap who wants to learn, wants to be tormented, wants better orgasms in her life. He's never ever turned that down. The age gap doesn't matter (he wonders if she knows how many of her friends he's fucked). The fact that she's his sister doesn't matter. Or... maybe it does. Maybe it makes this all better.
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He scoots closer to her, but his fingers stop teasing her labia, giving her mons a soft, condescending pat with his hand. He's close enough now that it's easy to shift so he's not on the edge of the bed, to put his hands under his little sister's armpits and lift, shifting her, smiling at her for a moment before he sets her in his lap, straddling him.
"You want to be teased?" he asks, something warm and possessive in his voice. "I can tease." He puts his hands on her breasts, and tweaks her nipples, playful, but hard, enough to redefine that edge between pleasure and pain. "No more playing with yourself. You want to feel something, you better grind. You want to be touched, you'd better beg... and find a way to pay for it. Is that what you need?"
His conscience, his worries, have vanished. There's a lithe, willing girl in his lap who wants to learn, wants to be tormented, wants better orgasms in her life. He's never ever turned that down. The age gap doesn't matter (he wonders if she knows how many of her friends he's fucked). The fact that she's his sister doesn't matter. Or... maybe it does. Maybe it makes this all better.