Sengo/Ishiko
"You're incorrigible," is the thing most commonly said about Sengo, because he's too charming for "you're despicable."
Unsurprisingly, when he comes home after the first semester of his sophomore year in college, he hasn't learned any life lessons or matured. A girl he introduces as his girlfriend comes down with him, and several hours of loud music not quite covering the muffled moans and squeaking bedsprings ensue - but before she's even had the chance to stay over one night, it turns out Sengo had been dating her all of eight hours, and her parents were worried when she didn't get off the train as scheduled on her way home from break, and there's something of a whirlwind drama as she grabs her things and heads back to the train station.
Sengo shrugs, sighs, heads up to his room, and emerges a moment later, dropping his now ex-girlfriend's crumpled underwear in his little sister's laundry basket. Then he turns to head back to his room, shrugging philosophically. His parents pointedly retreat to their room for the night with the grumbles and glowers he's come to expect, and he stretches out on his still-rumpled bed, wiggling his toes and smiling at the ceiling.
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She's not looking at him as she slides her jeans off of her hips and steps out of them; all that's left is a bra and a pair of panties, but she stops when she glances up and notices her brother's cock. She murmurs something that sounds like oh and she takes a few steps closer and then settles onto the bed, eyes locked on him. Hes different from her boyfriend.
Pleasantly so.
"Did she do that to you...?"
She means the hickies.
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He laughs. "Anywhere that isn't... meant to be sucked on?"
He spreads his legs a little, letting her examine more closely.
"Take as close a look as you want, if you're curious," he offers, because it feels rude to order your little sister to keep stripping. He's seen her in her underwear before, even if he never exactly stopped to appreciate the view.
As he does, now, he continues to get harder.
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She gestures at his thighs, but she also slides a little closer to him until her shoulder presses into his and she leans over to drag fingertips tentatively against the dark bruises on his thighs. Her wrist eases against his cock - brushes the hot, erect shaft and she blushes again, eyes flicking up to see if he notices.
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He closes his eyes, shivers, savors both the sensation and his own imagination. Then he looks back at her. "You know... you're going to have to lose your underwear... if you want me to show you how he should touch you. Right?"
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Then she raises her hips and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. There's a moment of hesitation and then she simply slides them off of her hips and down her legs, leaving them in a little pile on the floor. She folds her hands in her lap, knees pressed together.
"...I want you to - to show me what you meant about pain."
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The whole time he watches her with a steady curiosity, almost distant. He can see his little sister's tits. They're cute, he thinks. Maybe later she'll let him suck on them. Bite them.
Part of him is alarmed at how easily his mind adjusts to these thoughts, but the rest relishes it.
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Somehow that doesn't seem to bother her and she doesn't know if that ought to bother her.
"Um. Should I - get in your lap or-?"
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"First, though... I just need you to sit on the bed. Facing me. Spread your legs... and show me how you touch yourself."
He hesitates a moment, finally. "You do touch yourself, yeah?"
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Even if she knows she ought to.
"Of course I do-" She retorts, cheeks flushing, and then she slides her hand between her legs, gently rubbing at her lips at first - a soft little motion to get started, the heel of her hand gently rubbing against her clit. It's slow.
At least to start.
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"That's - that's good-"
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"I - I like both. I like feeling hands on me, I like it when I'm teased - ah-"
A pause, her face flushed.
"How would you tease a girl? Can you show me?"
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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.
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The way he talks to her is dirty. It's filthy.
She loves it.
Her hips hitch and then she grinds herself against him, rolling herself against the length of his cock, dragging herself up and then down, desperate for some sort of friction. Some sort of heat.
"Sengo, please-" She feels so needy; like she's burning up underneath the skin.
"Touch me!"
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He tweaks her nipples harder, then leans forward with a stuttered laugh and kisses her, his mouth open and eager against hers. His cock is aching, skin hot, and he's longing already to be buried inside her - but he can wait. He can wait, if it's to let him show off just what he can do to her.