Sengo/Ishiko

[amatorii]

"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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[amatorii]

"If you put on a show for your boy," he explains, his fingers still moving carefully to touch with the same rhythm, the same pressure as hers, complementing hers, "you can show him what to do. If you need... a lot of clit contact... you either want his hands on you while he fucks you... or a position where you can... can grind on him."

[palemask]

There's something so intimate about having his hands on hers as she touches herself; it adds an entirely new dynamic. One that makes her stomach churn and clench in the most wonderful of ways and she has to stifle a little cry by biting into her lip.

"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?"

[amatorii]

"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.

[palemask]

Her hands go up and settle on his shoulders as he settles her in his lap. She has a flushed face by now and her head is spinning. She's done this sort of thing with her boyfriend, of course, but this still feels so different. More intense. Her head is spinning and she can't quite get anything to slow down long enough for her to think. Instead, a mix of pleasure and pain goes shooting through her as his fingers tweak and tease at her nipples. She whimpers and leans in to bury her head against his throat as she gasps for breath.

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!"

[amatorii]

"Touch you where, honey?" he asks, cruelly solicitous, and still half breathless as she rolls herself against his cock, groaning as his voice catches between words. "Say it. Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want."

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.