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Sibling Rivalry (FavoredFox & Bodman54)

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bodman54

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Alex shuts the door to the spare room firmly, making sure that it isn't going to fly open. He was finally alone, his sister Scarlet having gone out for some reason. The last few days had been horrible. He was so turned on and had no release. It was all because of that stupid rule she had in place. No masturbating in her house. Who has that kind of rule? That's even worse than his parents. And they kicked him out because he allegedly jerked off to much. He thought they just wanted to get rid of him. Luckily his older sister was kind enough to take him in while he got back on his feet.

He sits down on the bed with a sigh of satisfaction. He opens his laptop and surfs to his favorite site. He smiles as he fires up "My First Sex Teacher". The plot was garbage, but all porn plots were. He loved the actress. A big titted blonde who could take dicks with the best of them. He hits play, certain that no one is going to hear him so he doesn't bother turning down the volume. He watches as the guy gets asked to stay late. She threatens him with failure unless he gives her a reason to pass him. Soon the good parts start. The dick comes out and her clothes come off.

He grabs some lotion he stole from Scarlet, squeezing a generous portion onto his hand as he begins to stroke, watching the actress suck eagerly on the guy's dick. Some day Alex was going to find a slut like that. But today he just had to watch. He strokes eagerly, having not cum for a few days now. He couldn't wait to see the size of the load he made after he came.
 
"What a long day," Scarlet sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck with her free hand, the other holding a plastic bag. Alex had been keeping to her rule. She could tell by how sulky he was getting, so, she decided a bit a take out Chinese might be just the ticket to get her brother smiling again. It had to have been difficult. Their mother had warned her that he jerked off at least ten times a day, and while she was pretty sure it was an exaggeration, it still meant Alex was used to get off at least daily. Though, her mother really seemed worried. She even mailed a metal cock cage with the message 'Just in case.'

At the door she took a moment to stretch before pulling out the key and heading inside. Her ears were instantly assaulted by cheap moans and grainy voices calling for more. She clenched her teeth and slammed the food on the counter. She was more than tempted to go straight to his room, but she thought enough to go to her room and collect the 'just in case,' before stalking to her brother's room. It had no lock, she'd have no trouble, but she didn't open it right away. Oh no. She waited. She waited until he was moaning. She waited until his breath grew rapid. She waited until she was sure Alex was very close to the climax he wanted. Then she made her move.

Scarlet threw the door open with an echoing 'BAM' that could even drown out the porn on his screen. "What do you think you're doing?!" She howled, throwing her free hand into the air for emphasis. "I give you one rule. One. Rule. And you try to blow it after just a few days! How could you do this Alex?!"
 
He was close. Oh so close. His hand was flying up and down his cock, the squishing sound of the lotion mixing with the sounds from the video and his heavy breathing. It felt so good to get back to this. After everything that had happened, this brought a sense of normalcy. He was getting to the climax of the film which he'd oh so skillfully timed to coincide with his own climax. The actress was back on her knees, looking up, ready to get her face covered with the guy's cum. Alex was planning on adding his own cum to the mix. He'd cum on his screen so many times he'd lost count.

He starts to groan, his balls tightening to his body as his orgasm hits him. Then the door explodes up, Scarlet bursting in, screaming at him. He was so startled he literally jumped, dumping his laptop on the floor, his hand flying off his cock. The cock which wasn't going to stop for anything. But instead of the explosive pleasure he was expecting, he'd be startled at the right moment that all his orgasmic momentum came screeching to a halt. He groans as his cock dribbles his cum out, pooling on his stomach and running down onto the sheets. But he didn't get any of the pleasure he wanted. He'd heard about this, a ruined orgasm. He'd always scoffed at it. Who would subject themselves to something like that? Apparently Scarlet.

He reaches behind him, grabbing a pillow and covering his leaking cock. "Scarlet! What are you doing home? I thought you'd gone out." He knew he was sunk. There was no hiding what he was doing. And when she let him move in she was very serious about the no jerking off rule. He didn't see what was so bad about it. "I know this looks back. But you can't expect me to quit cold turkey, can you? I have to ease myself off of it."

His only hope was to appeal to her logical side. He couldn't be kicked out of another house. He had no where else to go.
 
She couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph and satisfaction as she watched that four day load dribble out in a pathetic attempt at an orgasm. It was difficult to keep the grin from her lips. She hadn't meant to ruin it. Just stop him before the edge, but this was much, much better. From what she'd been told, a ruined orgasm was worse than no orgasm.

"I did go out," she answered sternly, lifting her arms to cross over her modest breasts while gazing down at the pitiful man leaking semen. "I went out to get you a treat for sticking to my rule, and then I come home to... to this! Your filthy man juice is going to stain that pillow." Scarlet stalked over to the bed and snatched away the pillow hiding his shame, then dropping it to the floor.

After Alex's attempt to persuade her, the woman sighed and lifted a hand to her forehead. "You're right Alex. I can't expect you to quit cold turkey. That's why I told you not to masturbate in the house. You could have gone anywhere else, but instead you came here. I can't see that as anything other than disrespect. So..." Pretty purple eyes settled unwaveringly on the spent cock. "Now, the rules are going to change, and if you want to continue staying here you'll follow them this time."

Scarlet pulled her right hand from behind her back to show off the metal cage that would be his new accessory. It was a bit too small.... Oh well. "Because I can't trust you not to jerk off in my home, I can't let your dick continue to wobble around free. From now on, masturbation is strictly prohibited while you live here. You had your chance Alex. I hope it was worth it. Because you won't be busting a nut again anytime soon."
 
He flinches as she storms over, ripping the pillow out of his hands, exposing his slowly shrinking cock. She was angry and he was scared. He was terrified that she'd kick him out, giving him no options. He didn't have friends he could go to. None of his other family wanted him over. This was his last chance. He covers his cock with his hands, trying to avoid acknowledging the cum still running down him. It was a huge load, as expected. And it was ruined. All because he broke a rule.

"Where else could I go? It's not like there are porn theaters around anymore. I wasn't hurting anyone. You weren't even supposed to be home." He tries his best to shift the blame to her, saying that this was her fault for coming home when he didn't expect her to, leading to this confrontation.

His heart rides a rollercoaster through her next sentence. It drops when she mentions rule changes and then soars when he realizes that she isn't kicking him out. He's not going to be homeless after all. He nods quickly in agreement, desperate to do anything to continue to live here.

What he didn't expect was what she showed him next. He'd never seen one in person but he knew what it was. His eyes focus on it. The cold, unyielding steel bars, slightly curved with a giant ring on the back. A chastity cage. A thing for beta males and losers. "I can't wear that," he says indignantly. "That's for losers. No real man let's his cock get locked away in one of those things."
 
His objection had the snarl on her face gradually relaxing, and even forming a smile. She stood up straight, her eyes curving in a far too sweet expression. Long fingers lightly pet and stroked the cool metal before taking the two pieces apart. "A real man wouldn't lower himself to jerking off to bad porn. A real man could go for days without issue." Scarlet leaned down until her nose was only inches from his. "A real man doesn't slum it in his sister's home," she cooed, aiming for the low blow.

With a soft hum, the red head reached out to lightly press the tip of her finger over the still leaking slit, blocking it. "You're going to put this on, Alex. I mean it, I will throw you out." Long, thin fingers wrapped around the previously weeping head, giving it little squeezes. She had to test how sensitive he was. "It's for your own good, really. You waste so much time with your hand in your pants, and now, there won't be a reason to. If you're good, then I might give you some relief, but if you keep fighting me..." She squeezed harder, painfully so around the tender glands. "You won't have another orgasm until you move out. For good."
 
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He backs up as she gets a cruel grin on her face, advancing on him. She hits him with her words, stabbing into him, knocking him down until she is looming over him, reducing him to a shaking boy. He wasn't a man. He never was. She was more of a man than he was and she was a girl. It was crushing realizing that. He looks into her eyes, tearing up a bit as his world comes crashing down around his ears. How could he fight her? She had maneuvered him into a corner.

He gasps as she reaches out and grasps his cock, blocking his slit and playing with his super-sensitive head. He whimpers a bit at her ultimatum. He was terrified right now. Terrified of leaving and terrified of the metal contraption in her hands. The only thing that mattered was what he was more terrified of. He writhes a little as she plays with his cock, unable to sit still as the sensitive member drives him wild.

He cries out as she squeezes, her hand painful around his cock. "Ok ok. I'll wear it. I'll wear it." That last part came out in a whisper as he drops his head in shame.
 
"See? Now that wasn't so difficult, was it?" She cooed sweetly, her hand still wrapped around his sensitive dick. She did loosen her hold, turning the painful grip into nerve tingling pleasure. "You really are my little brother, aren't you. No wonder you can't keep a girlfriend. But don't worry, big sis will take care of everything.

Without releasing his shaft, Scarlet began to step back, pulling him along by his disobedient penis. "I can't put it on like that, you'll smell bad in the morning. So let's go get it all cleaned up and put away, then we can share the Chinese I brought home for you," she informed with a definitive nod while dragging Alex to her room, then into the bathroom before letting him go. After pulling back the curtains and taking the shower head, she started the warm water.

"Don't be shy Alex. Get undressed and let your big sister clean up your messy little penis."
 
He lets out a deep breath as she loosens her hold on his cock. The pain went down but he had to move fast. She didn't let go as she pulled him out of the room and into the bathroom. He can't even muster a response as she needles him about his size or lack of a dating life. That's what happens when someone comes in and expertly crushes your self-esteem.

He follows her into the bathroom, looking down as she walks in front of him. Her hand was still firmly around his cock, not allowing him to potentially escape. Or at least not with a lot of pain on his part. So he has to do what she says. He knows that she has taken years of martial arts classes while he has sat on his ass, so she could definitely kick his ass as well. They walk through her room and into her private bathroom. He had used the spare bathroom but he had been in here when he stole her lotion. What he didn't expect was her to do the washing herself.

He slowly takes his shirt off, stepping into the shower and standing there, humiliated as she cheerily washes him.
 
"Alright, let's clean this nasty thing," she cooed happily. The cage was set aside and Scarlet stood beside the tub. The shower head was used to rinse away the ruined seed, then the woman coated her right hand in strawberry scented soap, and held the tortured cock once more. "Who knows how often you clean it. I'll just have to be extra thorough in scrubbing you clean."

No longer painful, Scarlet expertly manipulated his cock, trying to waken it from its slumber. "Get your little dick hard for me again Alex. That will make it easier to clean." Amathest eyes fell happily on her stroking hand, watching the spent length rise up to the occasion all over again. In truth, he wasn't really that small. He was average, but he didn't need to know that.

"You know. Ma said you jerked off ten times a day," she stared with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Is that true?"
 
He's glad that his post ejaculation sensitivity has gone away. Because she is apparently an expert on stroking cocks. He never really cums multiple times in one session, unless he is really horny. But she is able to coax him back to hardness again relatively quickly. She takes some soap, stroking him and then washing him clean. Over and over again until she was satisfied. He didn't usually focus on cleaning it. Just letting the soap running down his body wash away any gunk. But she was focused pretty much on just his cock.

"No. That's not true. Why would she even think that?" He gets indignant as she brings up what their mom thinks about him.
 
Once he was nice and hard, Scarlet let out a soft hum and rinsed away the suds to get a good look at it. Her brother's cock... It had never been of any interest to her before, but now she wanted to get every detail and memorize it; the length, girth, and color. Excitement rolled through her belly and clenched her abdomen pleasantly. She was getting wet. How messed up she was, getting turned on by her little brother, but she just couldn't bring herself to care. With poised grace, the redhead lowered herself into a crouch to be at eye level with the cock and balls that now belonged to her.

Scarlet was well aware of her kink for denial. She did a lot of self and partnered exploration in Uni, but none of the men she'd ever experimented had made her this giddy. Perhaps it was because it was taboo, but she'd be willing to bet it was because, unlike all the other men, Alex was trapped. She could push him to his limits, then roll over them with a steam roller and keep pushing.

The woman curled her fingers a little tighter to offer more satisfying strokes. Her fingers teased at the tender glands as they puffed up to their full hardness. She caressed the tip sweetly, then returned to the pleasing strokes. Scarlet wanted to see precum. She wanted to watch him squirm and hear him pant and moan; though she would take her sweet time getting there.

"Mom works from home, remember?" She asked, looking up at her brother with a catty smile. "She called me every day to complain about your masturbation habit. She thinks you're addicted, which is why she sent me that," she motioned with her head to the counter where the chastity cage lay. "She does have the tendency to exaggerate though. So, how often do you jerk this little guy off? And don't lie. I'll know." Her strokes began to pick up speed, but only slightly. "If you're honest, and if you're really good tonight, I'll consider emptying your balls for you before I put your on your new penis cage. And trust me Alex. You don't want to know what I'll do if you lie to me." The stroking hand stopped, and moved down to his balls to give them a rough, but still pleasant squeeze. It was a brief warning before she returned to working her brother closer and closer to orgasm without tipping him over.
 
He groans as she starts to stroke him. The first time in months his cock has been touched by someone other than himself and it's his sister. She'd threatened him, blackmailed him, bullied him. And now she was stroking him, bringing him pleasure. And the worst part. He was enjoying it. He was still horny from the ruined orgasm, all the hormones bundled up inside him, ready for release.

Do to that, it didn't take him very long to start leaking, trailing long strings of precum from his slit to his fingers. He twitches, thrusting his hips into her hands, trying to get her to stroke faster and finish him off.

His brain was scrambled at the moment. All the horny thoughts were overriding any logical thought. "Not every day," he pants. "She's exaggerating." It was a lie. But not a malicious lie. He does it so often that they tend to blend together, making it hard to remember just how often he stroked himself before.
 
"How cute... How can you still have so much precum in you after you pissed out that giant load?" She wasn't complaining though. In fact, Scarlet hummed a happy tune while smearing the slick substance around with an almost childish delight. Clear, frustrated precum. The woman shifted her legs a little closer together, because just the thought of how much he'd be dripping after weeks, months... years without a proper squirt. With her imagination spurring her on, Scarlet strengthened her grip and started meeting his needy hip thrusts. She didn't want him to climb the wall, she wanted to yank him right up to the top, just far enough to see the other side before letting him go.

"Not every day huh?" She questioned dubiously, hand now furiously jacking him off. "I know that's not true. She put the phone to the door so I could hear you do it, just to make some kind of point, I guess. And that was daily. So try again little brother. How many times do you jerk yourself off in a day?"

Violate eyes were careful. They picked up every movement and expression, learning his body language. Then, when she saw his nuts starting to tense to shoot, she let go of the desperate cock to let it wallow in the agony of a monstrous orgasm being cruelly denied. "Don't touch!" She ordered in a pleasant chirp. If he tried to grab for himself, his face would be accosted by water from the shower head, and his pitiful attempt at release would be thwarted.
 
He is in glorious agony at the moment. She was so skilled, stroking him fast and hard enough to bring him right to the edge but then cruelly releasing him, letting his cock twitch with need. He is slowly being transformed into a whimpering mess.

Every time his hand strayed toward his cock she squirted him and slapped his hand away. "No. Not true," he mumbles, barely able to focus. He was so used to getting full release each time he jerked off, this denial was torture. He could only focus on the pleasure coming from his cock, nothing else. He couldn't even form full sentences anymore.
 
How cute he was... A grown man shouldn't be such an adorable whimpering mess. She snickered cruelly at his second attempt at a lie. "It still counts if it only lasted a few seconds," she taunted, releasing his throbbing cock one more time. Scarlet even moved the shower head to deny it even the fleeting pressure of water. A hum came from painted lips as she watched it twitch and drool. Like it was throwing a little temper tantrum. "For your sake, I hope that lie was just a misunderstanding, because otherwise you'd be calling me a liar."

Long fingers wrapped loosely around his hanging sack, then gave it a sharp, abrupt squeeze with everything she had. His nuts squished between her fingers and the sack was yanked down to send the strongest waves of agony she could through her brother's body. It was over in a split second, his groin once again left without stimulation, and still she slapped away any attempts to cup his battered balls. "Don't lie to me again Alex," she warned. "Now tell me honestly," The stroking began once more, "How many times a day did you jerk off?"
 
He let's out a long breath that he had been holding as she stops stroking him. His eyes are closed as he tries to recover so he doesn't see her hand move to his balls until she has squeezed and yanked them with a vice like grip. He cries out in pain, his knees buckling as he drops to the floor, curling up.

He looks up at her, seeing her looming over him with a cruel smile on her face. "I don't know," he whimpers, thoroughly cowed at this point. He'd never been one to take a lot of pain, so even that short assault caused him to try to do anything to please her. Just so she wouldn't do it again.
 
Amathest eyes sparkled as her brother fell to his knees in the tub. She let go of his dick and placed her hand on top of his head to gently pet over his hair while she cooed soothingly. "Poor thing," she taunted.

This time his answer pulled a wide smile to her lips, then pulled them apart in boisterous laughter. "Really?!" She called, her hilarity slowly dropping her to her own knees beside the tub. "You choked the chicken so often you can't even remember?!" Scarlet dropped the shower head, the metal clicking against porcelain, and wrapped both arms around her gut. It took her at least a full minute to calm down, tears in her eyes and her breath coming in quick pants. "Oh Alex, Sweet Heart, that's such a horrible answer for you. The number of times you jerked off in a day was going to be how many days you had to wait before your next one..." She cut herself off with a snorting snicker that once more became booming.

"How many day do you have to wait?" She managed through her cruel cackling. "I guess 'I don't know!'" she howled before falling onto her back and rolling from side to side. "Hope that one you got before was good! I may never let you cum again!"
 
He hauled himself up with one hand, leaning on the side of the tub as Scarlet doubles over in laughter. He didn't think it was very funny and was about to tell her off when she started talking again.

His demeanor went from annoyed and in pain to straight up terrified. "What!? No. Scarlet. This isn't funny anymore. You've made your point."

He struggles to his feet, needing to get the cage to keep it away from her. If he could get rid of it he wouldn't have to worry about losing his ability to jack off. Or at least that's what his fear addled mind told him.
 
Scarlet forced her laughter to settle, her belly aching from the force of it. She would have been happy to lay on the floor a few more moments to catch her breath, but Alex's desperate scramble for the cage had her up in seconds. The woman stepped into the tub, grabbed the man by the shoulder, and shoved his back into the tiled wall. She was smaller, but she was stronger, so it was easy to pin him down with just her left arm pressed horizontally against his chest. "Now now, I'm not done cleaning you yet," she cooed.

The woman's body was so close to being flush against his, but she kept at least an inch of space between them. Only the tip of his dick got the briefest of contact against her shirt. Her shoes and the legs of her pants were getting wet, but she didn't care. "If you try to escape, I'll have to kick your swollen nuts, and I know you don't want that," she taunted in a smooth purr as she gripped the needy length once more and began a slow pace of strokes. "Don't worry little brother, so long as you're a very good boy you'll get to cum again," she assured, gazing into his eyes. "But I don't know when that'll happen next, so I suggest you start practicing." Her hand sped up and her palm twisted pleasantly over the head. "Your cock, your balls, your cum... they all belong to me now. So if you want to squirt your man juice you'll have to ask me politely." With that her hand became a blur over his stiff cock as she jerked it with all the expertise of a porn actress. "So ask me little brother. Ask me to let out all of my sticky semen from my cock."
 
Alex almost made it to the cage, getting a fingertip on it before Scarlet jumps up and slams him into the wall. He is scared now, knowing his fate is sealed because he couldn't escape. She was pressing into him with her forearm, looking up at him as she steps into the shower with him, no regard for her clothes. He looks down at her as she taunts him, pressing close but not close enough to him. He could feel the head of his dick occasionally brushing up against her skirt, but it was not enough to get him hard.

He lets out a gasp as she grabs him again, slowly stroking him as she promises him a chance to cum again. But she won't tell him when, telling him he has to earn it. That he belongs to her now and will only cum when and how she says. He moans as she begins to stroke faster, palming the sensitive head of his cock. It feels so good, or it would if she didn't make sure to keep steady pressure on his chest so he couldn't move anywhere. Her hand speeds up, the sound of it slipping over his wet cock filling the bathroom as she told him to beg for it. He didn't even know where to start. How to ask for something he had been so used to basically his entire life.

"Pppp Please Scarlet," he says with a moan. "Please may I cum?"
 
"Really? That's it?" She asked with a scoff, her strokes slowing down but not stopping. Her fingers focused on the sensitive glands, squeezing and rubbing them. Twisting the thin digits around the head quickly and relentlessly with the intent to bring him closer to the edge. She wanted him to get so close he could see the top of the hill, but not quite have enough stimulation to get him over the top. "I'm going to lock your dick up in a cage and keep you from cumming for god knows how long, and that's all you've got?" A crimson brow was raised at her brother, but her expression softened a little. "But it was a good first try Alex. Keep going. If you can really make me believe you need to empty those balls before your chastity begins, I might just let you."
 
He groans as she switches tactics, going from long strokes to focusing on the most sensitive parts of the cock. The edge was approaching, not as rapidly as earlier. But approaching nonetheless. His hips were starting to move, trying to thrust to send himself over the edge. But she was holding him still so he was unable to get much going. "Scarlet. Please." She can hear the desperation in his voice. The need was creeping in. And the fear of never experiencing an orgasm again. "Please please please. I'll do anything. I swear."
 
"There now, that's a little better," she cooed, fingers holding tighter, bringing him closer but still not giving him enough. She wanted him on the verge, and she wanted to keep him there. "But it's still not enough. I don't believe it. Maybe you just don't know what you're getting into yet. Let me help you understand..."

Scarlet was quiet for a good 10 minutes, just holding him at the very brink of climax with expert touches. "I'm going to do this every day little brother," she cooed at him. "I'm going to take you out of your cage to wash your cock every morning and every night. I'm going to keep you here, right here, just like this. So close you can feel the spunk practically at the tip of your dick, waiting to explode free. I'm going to keep you right here until the hot water runs out." The woman leaned in close and pressed her lips to his ear. "That's a good hour and a half. Twice a day. Every. Single. Day." The words were whispered so prettily. "So keep trying."
 
"No no no no noooooo," he cries, not even able to imagine doing this for three hours every day. His legs were about to buckle as it was and it had only been ten minutes. "Please no Scarlet. I'll do anything. Anything. Please no." He was crying now, both in desperation and in fear. His cock was throbbing, turning and angry red color as she skillfully keeps him right on the edge. All it was take was one extra stroke. But she seemed to know exactly when to stop and let go, letting him cool down just enough until she started the whole sequence over again.
 
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