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Sibling Rivalry (FavoredFox & Bodman54)

"Oh!" Scarlet jumped and dropped the shower head as her brother came crumbling down into the tub. She watched him with a curiously tilted head and a small frown on her lips. This time, when she leaned forward the woman placed a comforting hand on his knee. "Move your hand, let me take a look." Her command was kind, but offered no room for argument.

After taking a moment to turn off the shower she scooted closer to the edge of the tub, and reached both hands in to oh so gently cradle his beaten cock and balls. The sack was just fine in her opinion. That little tint of blue was perfectly natural and encouraged. It was exciting to see how swollen and needy they'd become in just a few hours.

His cock, on the other hand... The divots were deep, and they were staying a lot longer than she wanted them to. Well, he was getting that bigger cage at least. "Well, the good news is that I won't be putting the cage back on for a while," she started, the very tips of her fingers dancing over the abused flesh in feather light brushes. "The bad news, is that I doubt you could take advantage of it. Now, think you can get hard one more time for your big sister? I'll be as quick and gentle as I can, but your dick really needs a wash."
 
He whimpered as he moved his hands. It felt like his cock was pulsating, the blood in his cock beating its way through the abused organ. She was right. He wouldn't be able to touch his cock for a while. He could barely look at it right now. He slowly uncurled from his fetal position and lay on his back. He kept his eyes closed, afraid to look at it.

"I'll try," he whispers. "Please be gentle." He could feel his cock protesting, the dried fluids sticking his cock in the caged position. It slowly fills with blood, the promise of freedom enough to overcome his reluctance.

It slowly crept upward, hardening a little at a time until it was standing straight up. The caged lines were stretched and deformed, making his cock look crooked and misshapen. It was an ugly sight and one he could barely bring himself to look at. "I'm ruined," he said. "I'll never be able to have sex again."
 
"I will," she promised gently, taking the shower head in hand once more. Scarlet coated her palm in a thick amount of rose scented body wash, and oh so gently wrapped her hand around the straining length. A slow, light pace of stroking and petting began, her own skin only barely coming in contact with the burning rod. The woman took great care in cleaning away all of the ruined cum and sweat from the night before, and she threw in a bit of light teasing, testing the waters of his sensitivity. Her thumb rubbed sweet circles over the frenulum and tickled over the tender head. With his dick in the condition it was in, going for a full hour 'cleaning' session wouldn't be an easy feat, and she did have work in a few hours... But getting in an edge or two couldn't hurt. Much.

Scarelt giggled at his woes. "Don't be so mellow dramatic Alex. It'll go back to looking normal soon... But you know, it's bad to lie to your big sister like that." Her wide, playful grin was accompanied by slightly more insisting touches to the swollen glands on his cock head. "'Again?' I know you're still a virgin little brother. The correct statement would be, "I'll never have sex. I'll be an orgasmless virgin forever."" She snickered again. "It's for your own good though. Think of all of the humiliation I'm sparing you? All those beautiful woman laughing at this little thingy you've got in your pants. I'm saving you so much trouble. In fact, you should thank me for hiding away your shameful little dicklit from the public eye."
 
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He lay there, whimpering in pain. His eyes were scrunched closed as she oh so gently cleaned his cock. He could feel the dried fluids starting to melt away. And he could feel every bump and valley of his cock as she ran her fingers over it. Even with his eyes closed he could picture what it looked like, just from the feel of her hand on it. It wasn't a pretty picture. He tried to pull away as she teased him, his cock still super sensitive.

Try as he might, he couldn't escape and his body was reacting accordingly to her touches. He didn't have a lot of energy and it took much longer than usual. But he could feel it coming. His orgasm loomed on the horizon like a thunder cloud. Storming and angry, promising pain and suffering with its passage. He was terrified. Something he never thought he'd experience when it came to orgasms. But he didn't want it. He foolishly told himself that he never wanted an orgasm again.

He opened his eyes, pleading with Scarlet to stop. "What? No. I I I I. I want to have sex. You can't keep me locked up forever. I don't deserve this." The thought of never getting to the promised land terrified him. To spend the rest of his life chained to his sister, cock forever locked behind bars. He could barely contemplate that thought.
 
A catty smiled pulled her lips, and the woman continued her merciless teasing with only the lightest of touches and a gentle spray of warm water. She couldn't help but wonder on his day, torn between the pain of his over sensitive dick, and the horrible weight of blue balls. She had plans for him, and this little hiccup would only make them all the sweeter. Scarlet traced the tip of her pointer finger along the underside of his cock from the tensed up sack to the drooling tip, then returned to the cruel rubbing.

The woman laughed cheerfully at Alex's denials, but her attention to his dick never wavered in the slightest. "It doesn't matter how much you want it Alex. It takes two to tango, and this little guy barely counts as a third of one," her words were devastating, but her tone was playful and happy. Like he was a kid asking such silly questions.

Scarlet leaned forward to rest her elbows on the side of the tub. "And you definitely deserve it. You need it too. I mean just look at your pathetic dick! Everything about it looks really painful, and yet you're still hard as a rock and trying to cum. Again! Your dick was already broken Alex, but your big sister will fix it. I'll teach this teeny weeny to behave, and you're going to thank me for it. Now then," The woman reached out a wet hand to tap her phone, then returned all attention back onto him.

"I was going to leave it alone after cleaning it, but if you have delusions of having sex with that thing, then you're too far gone for me to go easy on you." The tenderly petting fingers wrapped loosely around the abused flesh, and Scarlet stroked it with great care, but more pressure and friction than before. "I just set the hour timer, and I'm not going to stop cleaning your little jelly bean until the alarm goes off, or until your cock gets soft. So let's get started!"
 
Each word cut him to his very soul. He wanted to protest, needed to protest. But the only thing that came out of his mouth was pathetic whimpers. He was a man and he did have a regular sized dick. He'd done enough research to know that he was average size. But right now it felt like it had swelled up and been crushed at the same time. It was slowly turning back to its regular color but still not fast enough for him.

Her cheerful tone was terrifying. Because he had started to associate it with pain. He shook his head, not wanting it. Because he knew that she wasn't going to let him go soft until the hour was up. She was going to sit there and stroke and tease him until the alarm rang. And then who knows what would happen. Probably something to do with the cage. And the panties. He couldn't forget about the panties.

What other humiliations could she come up with?
 
He lay in the tub, incoherent. He didn't know how long it had been, but he knew time had passed. Something had changed. It took him a bit but he was able to pin down exactly what it was. The pain. It had stopped and was lessening. His cock no longer screamed at him, his balls didn't beg for the sweet release of death. He was at peace. Or at least what could be perceived as peace. In reality, it was just an interlude between the hell scenes that had become his life.

He opened his eyes and looked around. He was still in the tub but now he was alone. He rolled over with a groan, a choked out sob emanating from his lips. How did she make ever fiber of his being hurt just by stroking his cock? On shakey arms, he hauled him himself out of the tub. Or more precisely, he rolled over the edge and collapsed on the floor. He couldn't walk. He didn't even have the strength to sit up at the moment. All he could do was lay there, tears drying on his cheeks. His cock had fallen limp, laying on his stomach as it attempted to recover.

He looked at it and cried again. It was back to that angry shade of red from earlier. He was convinced that this was going to be its default state from now on. Angry, red, and in pain. A glint of metal caught his eye. He looked up and saw the cage. The damn cage. She left it, waiting for his cock to shrink so she could stuff him back in there. He hated it. He stared at it so hard, wishing he could melt it with his mind. But it just sat there, mocking him. She was going to walk back in here and lock him up and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't have the strength to resist. He didn't even know if he could move from this spot. Everything hurt and everything was tired. All his energy had gone into trying to cum, only to have it slowly drip from his slit, much to the delight of Scarlet.
 
Her little brother was more of a masochist than she'd first thought. Despite the constant pain in his dick, Alex kept an erection for the full hour of teasing. Well, not quite. He lasted around 45 minutes before passing out after an edge so close his precum spurted out like some mock orgasm. Thankfully, she'd managed to catch him before his head hit the tub. The thought to carry him to his bed was waved off, he was perfectly safe where he was, so she left him to recover while she went downstairs to begin breakfast. A very special breakfast.

Scarlet returned after a bit, the scent of freshly made pancakes, sausage, and eggs wafting in after her. She snatched up her panties before checking on her little brother. "Oh! Good, you're awake. I was afraid I'd have to leave for work before you came around. Here." The woman held out her lacy black panties. "Put these on. They're the only thing you're allowed to wear today. It's the least you can do, considering I'm not putting your cage back on yet."
 
He opened his eyes as she walked in, her cheery tone belaying the iron hard will she had bubbling under the surface. He groaned as he sat up, his whole body protesting. He couldn't focus on anything else, his whole body hurting. That was until the scent of breakfast hit his nose. He took a deep whiff, his stomach rumbling in appreciation. He hadn't eaten anything since dinner and the time in between had taken a lot out of him. He was starving.

He reached up and took the panties, slowly sliding them on. No protest, no hesitation. It seemed like a decent trade off. No cage all day and a feast for a breakfast. He'd wear anything if he could get those terms every day.

He gripped the vanity, slowly pulling himself upright with a groan. As he moved his cock rubbed against the lacy fabric, sending bolts of electricity through his body. He stopped, bent over at the waist as he waits for the feeling to go away. He was doing his best to try not to get to close to orgasm, knowing it will probably not be worth it. Once he was upright he looks at her. "Please can I have some food? I'm so hungry." As if to emphasize it, his stomach growled, loud enough to fill the bathroom.
 
"You look cute in those Alex. They really suit you, and they hold your little prick pretty well. Oh?" Scarlet's eyes widened in surprise as her brother doubled over as if in pain. "I guess I'll have to help cool you down before I go to work. Don't worry about a thing. If it doesn't go down by the time I'm done with my shower I'll just put an ice pack on it until it does," she assured with a slight nod.

Scarlet smiled the sweetest of smiles. "Of course you can. I made it just for you. After all, you went through quite a lot last night, so I thought it'd be nice to have a nice hot meal before your day begins. It'll be kind of a long one." The woman leaned in and pressed a light kiss to Alex's forehead before shooing him out of the bathroom so she could bathe in peace. She wasn't running late by any means, but she would be if she dilly dallied with her new cock anymore.

Down in the kitchen plates had already been set out on the table: A tower of still steaming flap jacks, three pieces of sausage, a big helping of scrambled eggs with chopped up ham and peppers mixed in, a glass bottle of warmed maple syrup, and a big glass of orange juice to pull it all together. Scarlet did love her brother very much, despite what their new dynamic might suggest. He'd had a hard night, and he'd have an even harder day, so a big tasty breakfast would give him the strength he needed to make it through.

Beside the glass of juice was a note left behind by Scarlet.

TO DO LIST
  • wash and put away dishes
  • wash, dry, and fold laundry
  • vacuum
  • mow the lawn (you may wear clothes for this, but keep those panties on!)
  • and most important CLEAN YOUR ROOM! It stinks.
  • and gather up all your porno and put it in the kitchen.
Get all of this done before I get home at 11pm. Don't test me.
P.S. Remember, no touching my dick!
P.P.S. I love you little bro. I believe in you!

This was his first day, and Scarlet wanted to go easy on him. Over time, the tasks would get harder and come in larger quantities. Baby steps. Alex would be quite distracted through the day. If he drank all of his orange juice, which she was sure he would. Alex loved the stuff. And this particular glass was lightly spiked with Spanish Fly. A slow acting aphrodisiac that would take full effect by noon at the latest. It wouldn't force an erection, but he'd be horny as hell despite the pain his dick was in. She didn't worry about unsupervised masturbation even without the cage. His dick was far too sore to be worth touching.
 
The walk down to the kitchen was hell for him. His cock was always moving in the panties, rubbing the sensitive head on the lacy fabric. He had to stop occasionally to calm down. He finally made it to the kitchen, his mouth watering as he sat down in front of the food. His stomach was growling, demanding to be filled with the delicious food that was set out in front of him. He took a cursory glance at the note before downing the whole glass of orange juice in one large gulp. It tasted a bit off, but he was so thirsty that he didn't care.

He put the glass down with a sigh of relief, already feeling much better. He picked up the utensils and began to eat. He threw away any sense of decorum, stuffing his face with pancakes and sausage before wolfing down the eggs and ham. The food disappears into his needy body, replenishing the energy he had lost during the nightmare edging sessions that Scarlet had put him through. He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands on his stomach as he sighed in satisfaction.

He picked up the paper, looking over it and groaning. The list wasn't bad but he hated chores like this. Cleaning and yard work? She might as well kill him now. But he didn't have much chance. And he figured that if he didn't she would stuff him back in the cage and somehow make his life even more miserable.

By now his cock had recovered, shrinking down to his normal size and resting comfortably in the black panties. He hauled himself upright, figuring that he should start on the list. He stands up, looking down to his cock. The panties bulged out, containing his cock. He blushed as he carried his dishes to the sink, turning the water on hot and waiting for it to warm up. He wanted to reach down and play with his cock, but memories of the pain, and the note, stopped him. But he couldn't stop fidgeting, the thong working its way into his ass crack. He didn't think that the list would take him till 11 so he figured that he would get a chance to relax.
 
While Alex was cleaning his plates, Scarlet came down from her room in her business attire; a blue, form fitting, knee length pencil skirt, a pair of black, flat dress shoes, nude stockings, a white blouse and a blue blazer that matched her skirt. The woman wasn't one for makeup, but she did add a little lip gloss that made her plush lips shine. "Did you enjoy breakfast Alex?" She asked, slipping into the kitchen and sliding in behind her little brother.

Long, thin arms wrapped around his naked torso and she nuzzled into the spot between his shoulder blades. "Love you little bro, have a good day today." With one tight squeeze she pulled away again to grab her purse off of a kitchen chair. "I left you a list of things to get done while I'm gone, you should have more than enough time to get everything done, then you can take a well earned rest," she offered with the sweetest of smiles. "But don't half-ass any of it, or I'll have to punish you for being lazy and disrespectful." Scarlet wagged her finger at him and stuck out her tongue playfully.

She started towards the door, but paused before opening it. "Oh! And Alex!" She called, voice elevated only enough to be heard in the kitchen. "Keep your phone on and near by! If I call you I expect an immediate response." Her hand touched the handle, and she paused one more time. "And take a picture of your dick in those panties and send it to me every time you get a boner. I have to make sure you don't cheat... though, even if you did jerk it you'd probably just hurt yourself. So be a good boy little brother. I'll send you a text when I get there." And that had nothing to do with their new pervy games. They were family, and naturally worried about each other. That text, was just to assure Alex that she arrived safely. The others he'd be getting? Well, she was going to have an entertaining day at work.
 
He was drying the former plate full of pancakes when she slipped into the kitchen, coming over to greet him. Her touch was soft and tender, very unlike earlier. She hugged him, reminding him of all the times they had played together when they were younger. She always wanted to show how strong she was by picking him up. But this time there weren't any attempts at lifting him, just a tight squeeze before she stepped away.

He turned to look at her, noticing the dichotomy between them. She was the powerful business woman, bringing in the money and controlling the house. He was the naked house husband, tasked with maintaining the house and entertaining her during the day. "I saw the list," he said quietly. He shivered at the thought of punishment if she thought he didn't do his best. That was the best motivation to give it his all. "I'll do my best."

He watched her heading out, resuming watching the dishes. He paused as she called to him, telling him to have his phone nearby. "How am I supposed to do that," he asked himself. He didn't have any pockets to hold it. He would just have to remember to take it whenever he moved rooms.

Now she wanted pictures of his hard cock in the panties? He shivered, not wanting to get hard at all. He couldn't even think about stroking himself, not wanting to even touch it at the moment.

"Drive safe," he shouted to her as the door slammed behind her. He was alone now. Just him, his injured cock, and her panties. He finished the dishes before looking at the next thing on his list. He figured he should start with the next easy task, which was starting the laundry. While that ran he could work on the other tasks.

He walked back into her room, grabbing her basket of dirty laundry and taking it to the washer. Luckily for him, she already separated her darks and lights so he just tossed the first load into the washer. Once that was started he grabbed the vacuum from the closet, starting in the kitchen and working his way around the ground floor. He kept the curtains closed, not wanting anyone to peek inside.

He could already tell that this was going to suck. Every time he moved the lacy part of the panties rubbed against his cock. He had to constantly stop and adjust, fighting off his inevitable erection.
 
Scarlet sent her promised 'I'm here!' text, then left Alex to his own devices for some time. Not that she didn't want to tease her little brother, but her work was too important to her not to be her priority. Though she couldn't deny the occasional, brief space-out into daydreams and fantasies of what her poor brother was up to. The redhead ran from meeting to meeting, and couldn't so much as glance at her phone until her late lunch break.

2 PM hit, and Scarlet groaned while flopping back into her comfy office chair. "Alone at last," she sighed, sinking into the soft leather and toeing off her heels. After a few moments rest, she pulled out her Penara Bread take-out bag and set her lunch out on her desk. Then, with a giddy little giggle, she pulled out her phone and turned it on to see all the lovely cock pictures Alex was meant to send her. With the amount of Spanish Fly she'd added to his orange juice, the four day denial, the edging, and massive amount of ruined orgasms, he was bound to be getting massive, throbbing, demanding erections; and because of the abuse his penis had suffered, any attempt at self-gratification would no doubt be too painful to bring relief.

She poked her plastic fork at her salad and clicked 'CALL.' The nature of their chat would depend on how many pictures were sent, and how many rings it took for her brother to pick up the phone. The first was free, of course, but for each following ring a punishment would be had.
 
Alex couldn't decide which was worse, the hell Scarlet put his cock through, or the tedium of the chores. He was leaning toward the chores because he just had the pain of his cock piled on top of how much they sucked. But he dutifully threw himself at every task, cleaning, vacuuming, folding. He got into a little bit of a groove, moving around the house, leaving a trail of cleanliness in his wake. It probably took him longer than it should have, but that was due to the fact that the panties were constantly stimulating his cock, causing him to stop and take a breather. And like the good, obedient little brother that she was so harshly turning him into he sent her a picture every time that he was forced to stop due to his straining erection. He lost track of how many he sent, but when she stopped to look at her phone there was the number 29 next to his name. Each picture was of his hard cock, straining through the black panties. The color wavered between the angry red he was seeing as his default state, and something more normal. Not fully normal mind you. Just a dark pink instead of the deep red.

He had finished the dishes, the vacuuming, and was folding the last of her laundry when she called. He had been carrying his phone with him wherever he went and had made sure the ringer was up as loud as possible so there was no chance that he would miss it. So when his phone started blaring "Sweet Caroline" at him, he literally jumped, his heart jackhammering in his chest. He put down the pink pair of lacy underwear he was folding and picked up the phone. "Hey Scarlet," he said quickly, not knowing if he'd picked up quickly enough.

"I've got the dishes done, the house vacuumed, and I'm almost done folding your laundry," he rushed on, wanting to show her how much he'd done today in hopes of getting some sort of relief. His pathetic rod was just begging to be left alone, if only for a few hours. But he still had to finish cleaning his room and put clothes on to go mow the lawn. That would be the worst of it.

He looked down at the panties he was forced to wear, seeing the sticky mess he'd created throughout the day. The lace brushed up against his sensitive head, causing it to leak. So all day the stickiness had been slowly expanding as his cock leaked like a dripping faucet. He wanted nothing more than a shower and to curl up in bed and sleep the rest of the day away.
 
How absolutely lovely. Scarlet scrolled through the 29 pictures of her brother's broken cock, each one his penis was in a different state of arousal and agony, and in each one the smearing of precum became more and more pronounced. She was pleased with his pictures, but it had taken Alex two and a half rings to pick up the phone. Still, she was left giggling when she couldn't get in a single word before the needy man blurted out his successes of the day.

"Look at that Alex," she started with an amused hum. "You've gotten more work done at the house today than you have since moving in. I'll make a good house guest out of you yet," she teased. Scarlet took a few moments to listen to his breath, gauging just how shaky it was. She couldn't help feeling it was too calm for her liking. "I'm proud of you Alex. So much, that I'm going to give you a little reprieve." Scarlet took the phone from her ear and placed it to video call, then set it on her desk while she relaxed back in her chair and placed an ear piece in. "Go ahead and take those panties off, then sit on the couch with your legs spread. Make sure I can get a good view of your little tick tack."
 
Hearing her giggle wasn't great for his confidence. It was never a good sign when a girl giggled at you. Unless you were being intentionally funny. Which he wasn't at this point. He was trying very hard not to be funny. Which was made all that more difficult by the black, precum stained panties that he'd been forced to wear. Even as he stood there on the phone he was reaching down to fidget with them, trying to pull them away from his cock so they weren't rubbing on it and stimulating him. Because if he thought his cock hurt now he was terrified to think of what she'd do to him if he accidentally came without permission.

When she complimented him he smiled, hoping that maybe he'd misjudged the giggle and she'd let him rest for a bit. Maybe tell him that he didn't have to clean his room today. His heart lept in his chest when she told him he could have a little break. There was some shuffling in his ear and he pulled his phone away as he looked confused. He was even more confused when he saw Scarlet's face staring back at him. He hadn't expected a video call. He blushed as she saw him in this state, even though she was the reason he was in this state and had seen him in an even more compromising position.

"Oh. Ok," he said. Holding the phone out so she could see what he was doing he slipped the panties off his cock, picking them up and putting them on the couch next to him so he didn't leave them on the floor. Leaning forward he arranged his phone on the table so it could clearly see his whole body, stiff cock at the forefront of the picture. He wasn't sure what she was doing but had a bad feeling about this. "Is this good," he asked, his voice trembling just a bit as he watched her reclining in her chair.
 
Scarlet's casual gaze was focused on her brother's cock as it was exposed to her. It was solid and pleading, dripping and twitching in the agonizing need for relief. It was just lovely. "Yes, just like that," she praised, resting her elbow on the arm of her chair, and her cheek on her closed fist. She was quiet at first; just looking him over and watching his dick bounce in the air, but eventually, Scarlet leaned over to grab her lunch.

A bag of chips was popped open, and Scarlet crunched at one before finally addressing him. "Does it hurt Alex?" she asked with a curious scrunch of her nose. "It looks like it should, but you're rock hard and drooling all over the place. Like it's begging you to jerk it off." Scarlet paused and lifted an eyebrow. "You haven't been touching my new toys without my permission, have you?"
 
She was quiet. Which just made him more worried. What was going on behind those hard eyes? What were her plans? He just sat there, humiliated as his sister watched him from his office, delighting in the misery that she was putting him through. He tried to keep his breathing even and calm but the longer she sat there without saying anything the more nervous he got. Which made him breathe a little faster, which made his dick wave around in the air more.

And just like that the silence was broken, chips appearing in her hand as she began to eat. His own stomach rumbled as it reminded him that he was also hungry. Maybe he'd have a chance to eat after whatever this call was. "KInda," he said in regards to her question. "It like aches and if I move too much it begins to throb a little." He hoped she'd take pity on him and say that he didn't have to wear the panties anymore. That would offer him at least some relief.

"Please no more," he said when she suggested that his cock wanted to be jerked. Even thinking about it made it hurt. "No of course not. The panties are rubbing it and making it hard. I haven't touched it at all today," he continued, praying that she believed him.

"I've learned my lesson. I promise." There was a note of desperation in his voice, pleading with her to believe that he was telling the truth.
 
She knew he was telling the truth, yet Scarlet tilted her head and released a hum of scrutiny. "I'm not so sure. Last time I trusted you not to diddle your dinky dick, I came home to a disaster." She placed her chips back down and sat up straight, crossing one leg over the other and cupping her knee with both hands. "But, I have a solution." The redhead smiled oh so sweetly at her horny brother. "You just have to prove to me that you can follow orders. So do exactly what I say, and when I say it. Then I'll know for sure you haven't been squeezing some out while I'm away." She winked. "Try not to think too hard about what I'll do if you fail. You'll get distracted."

Sapphire eyes sparkled as they followed a long dribble of precum down the underside of Alex's cock. "Use the tip of your fingers, and give your poor cock a nice pet. I think it's earned a bit of affection." She was so grateful for sound proof rooms.
 
He felt a bolt of fear shoot through him as she pretended to doubt him. Only over the phone, he didn't know she was pretending. All he saw was her considering his past transgressions and deciding to test just how much he was willing to prove that he could follow instructions. And it wouldn't be something so simple as touch his nose while balancing on one foot. No. It was probably going to have something to do with his poor abused dick.

Gulping he reached down and very lightly began caressing the head of his cock, his fingers just ghosting over the sensitive head. He was afraid to touch it any more than necessary so he kept his strokes short and light, just enough that he could feel the tips of his fingers but not enough to put any substantial pressure or friction on it. "Like that," he asked, looking from his cock back to her.
 
She watched him oh so lightly graze the glistening head of his cock, and delighted in the heavy glob of precum it released. Scarlet hummed again, this time thoughtful. "Close," she answered, pausing again to enjoy the sight before her. "Not just the head. Run your fingers all the way down the underside, then back up again. And touch your little slit, coax out some more precum for me."

Scarlet held back a blissful sigh, and discretely squeezed her thighs together. Watching Alex struggle was just too good... And they'd hardly begun! "A little more pressure little bro. Rub at the frenulum a bit. Good boy. Stroke it for me," she cooed, goading him on into pleasure, into feeling the beginnings of orgasm bubble in his balls despite the pain in his dick. "Nice and slow," she purred. "How does it feel Alex? Does it feel good?"
 
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He winced as she gave him more instructions, wanting him to stimulate his cock more. Taking a deep breath he did as she ordered, running his fingers up and down the underside of his cock. He was actually very surprised that there was still any fluid left in his balls considering how much they'd been drained in the past day or so. But there it was, the clear precum leaking from his abused dick. No matter how much he wished it would stop.

He didn't know how much she was enjoying his torment. If he did he would have probably despaired even more. Because who's sister enjoyed causing so much pain to their brother? He did what she wanted, wincing as he rubbed the raw flesh with a little more vigor. "It hurts Scarlet," he whined to her as he continued to stroke. "It hurts a lot." It might be hard to see on the video call but the pictures from earlier were very clear about how red and raw his dick had become from the other day. So even touching it was like a lance of agony shooting up through his dick into the rest of his body. "Please can I stop?"
 
A devious, delighted smile curled her lips as she leaned forward in her office chair to closely watch the screen of her phone. She casually crunched on her chips while her brother suffered under her direction. His dick was crying, broken, and desperate, and it sent hot sparks of arousal straight to her crotch.

Scarlet took a soft breath, then giggled at Alex’s pleas. “I know it hurts,” she cooed, “but you can’t stop yet.” Her eyes followed the pained stroking. “I want you to keep going,” she continued with a devilish grin. “I want you to work that pathetic thing until you’re just about to cum, then I want you to let it go.”

She broke eye contact with the screen long enough to pull out her coffee and take a sip. “Mnn, hot,” she complained to herself. She took a smaller sip then continued her orders. “Edge yourself twice, then you can stop. But not a second before that little bro.”
 
He technically could stop any time he wanted to. She wasn't there to force him to do anything. He could decide he had enough and just get up and leave and deal with the consequences. But he couldn't. It was hard to decide if he was too scared of those consequences or if a small part of him enjoyed the torment. Enjoyed being crushed under Scarlet's heel, as perverted as that sounded. Whatever the reason was, he continued to do what she said, his cock weeping tears of pleasure while his eyes wept tears of pain and humiliation.

He wasn't practiced in the art of edging, his usual masturbation sessions consisting of him jerking until he was finished and then rolling over. So his strokes were tentative and light, not wanting to accidentally go too far and incur her wrath again. But the task was made more complicated by the fact that he was in so much discomfort down below that it was hard to tell when he was getting to the edge or not. So that slowed his pace down even further as he crept toward it a little at a time.

The two edges were agonizing for Alex, his focus solely on making sure he didn't cum. His knees hurt from where he was kneeling but that was a small pain compared to what Scarlet was putting him through. "I-i-i'm sorry," he babbled again, trying to make her forgive him. He knew it wouldn't work but he was desperate to try. Even as he blubbered his hand kept moving and he achieved the two edges, the realization hitting him and causing him to tear his hand away from his cock. "Please can I be done?"
 
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