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Tug of War Between Family (Lord Dakol and iHane)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
Joined
Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
The school-bus stopped at the corner, allowing a few teenagers to get off. Among them was Christopher Hunter, a seventeen-year-old, brown-haired young man. He walked down the street towards his house, sighing angrily from the events that occurred that day.

Angelica, who had been his girlfriend for three months, was found cheating on him; during school, no less. Obviously, this caused some doubt and anger in Christopher's confidence. Was he not good enough as a lover, or was the girl he thought he was falling for just another slut? Chris growled under his breath as he walked up the pathway and entered his house.

"Anybody home?" he called out. No answer. Of course, Dad is probably at work, he thought, closing the door. Taking off the dark messenger bag off his back, he tossed it onto the floor, and slumped onto the couch, gingerly rubbing his temples as his mind feverishly worked through why his Angelica had cheated on him, not expecting his sister to get home until later.
 
Skylar sighed a bit as she finished up her after school tutoring. She was helping a kid in French that day and it was one of the hardest bits of tutoring, seeing as she honestly could not teach languages. Hand her a text book for math, she could teach it, same with science and history, but not languages. After her lesson, she went to her car and then got in and drove home. From there, she got out and then entered the house through the garage. "Chris?"she called out, sure he was home. If he wasn't, he'd leave a note and she'd find it soon enough.

Taking her backpack off, she found her brother on the couch. "Hey there..."she said, he looked tense. She had heard about Angelica, and she had actually liked her unlike his other girlfriends. "I'm sorry."she said, and then kissed the top of his head. "Want a snack or a drink or something. You know dad leaves the alcohol cabinet unlocked."she smirked.
 
Christopher continued to sulk and growl until he heard a car come up to the house; it wasn't a truck, so he assumed that it was his sister, Skylar. The young man hated the fact that somehow his sister had gotten dad to get her a car, but for him, it was impossible. So he had to take the bus every day. He barely looked when she came inside. Her tone meant that she heard; Chris sighed, falling back into the couch after she kissed the top of his head. "I'm fine," he said flatly, glancing up at Skylar. She was quite beautiful, which made the young man wonder why she wasn't dating anyone, or even if she was still a virgin. None of my business . . . he said, but still couldn't stop the though.
 
She nodded and then shrugged, going to get herself a glass of lemonade. In the meantime she had removed her top that was acceptable at school and underneath she had a tighter tank top that clung to her curves. Returning to him she sat on the couch at the opposite end. "I liked her, too, but turns out she was just a slut. I'm sorry."she said quietly, and then reached over to pat his hand. She didn't date really, just because it wasn't her thing. Yes, she had lost her virginity at a party, with someone she really liked.

Sipping her drink, she then set it down and ran her hands through her blonde hair, and then she split her hair into two things and pulled it into pigtails. It wasn't a style she wouldn't wear out of the house but she really liked the style on herself.
 
The young man closed his eyes as Sklyar walked away, leaving him alone to his thoughts until she returned with a glass of lemonade, sitting on the other end. He looked at her silently as she spoke, then chuckled, "Maybe it was that. Maybe I just didn't fuck her well enough . . ." he said, not minding to watch his words in front of his sister. As he exhaled, he looked at her quietly, seeing the curves that she had underneath the tight tank-top, and how cute she looked when she wore her hair in a pair of pigtails. She could tease any guy she wanted at school with how she looks, but she only does it here. Why? he pondered, and shifted uncomfortably as he looked up at the ceiling.
 
She looked at him and then laughed a bit. "Didn't fuck her well enough? Well, from some of those nights I came home to the sounds I did, I'd have to say it wasn't that."she winked, and then shrugged, and got up to get the remotes from the coffee table. She really wasn't trying to be seductive, but she was. Looking over at her brother over her shoulder, she blinked. "Besides, as much as I thought she was a good person, you could totally do better."she mused, and then sat back down, turning on the tv. Without thinking about it, she stretched out on the couch, her feet next to him and her head on the arm of the couch as she began to flip through the channels.
 
He glanced back at her in confusion; were they really that loud? And it also slightly disturbed him that she was listening when they fucked. Disturbance? Or was it attraction? "You were listening? Pervert," he said, shrugging slightly, and watched as she got the remote before laying on the couch, her feet pressing against his leg. He looked down and chuckled, assuming that she wanted him to rub her feet. Laying his hands on her nearest foot, his fingers untied and took off her shoe, then pulling the sock off. His fingers grasped her foot, gently massaging the muscles and supple flesh. They're soft . . . he thought, glancing at her.
 
She laughed a bit and then shook her head. "I wasn't listening, just the walls are thin and you're kind of louder than you probably think."she smirked at him and finally settled on a cheesy movie that was really just there for background noise at this point. Then she felt him untie her shoes and remove them and her socks. "H-hey."she squeaked a bit and stared at him. "Oh..."she couldn't help the small moan that came out as he began to massage her feet. Adjusting, she actually sat up and watched him. "You don't...h-have to."she started to giggle a bit, seeing as her feet were somewhat ticklish, but he was good.
 
"Suuuuuure you weren't," Christopher joked, chuckling to himself as he massaged her foot. He watched her reaction with interest as she moaned a little bit and watched him. "It's all right; I want to . . ." he said, smiling before he quickly untied the other shoe and took the sock off, leaving both feet bare. His hands then traveled to each foot, massaging one for about a minute, then switching to the other one. In truth, doing it actually made him forget about Angelica, but was lost in the feeling of her skin as he rubbed her feet.
 
She rolled her eyes and then watched him as she watched and then grinned happily. "Well, if you insist."she said, and then finally pulled her feet away after a little bit of time. "Can you get my back? I'm really tense back there."she said, and looked at him with big round eyes that were boarderline pouting. Reaching up, she moved her pigtails out of the way, and looked at him. "Pwease?"she asked softly.
 
Christopher was content as he rubbed her feet, biting his lower lip. To his sadness, she moved away, but soon offered him something better; her back. The young man needed no convincing, and laughed. "All right, lay on your stomach," he ordered, watching as she moved her pigtails to the front and did as he said. "Good . . ." he muttered, kneeling to the floor and slowly moving closer, towards her back. His right hand hovered above her legs, seeing how curvy and soft they were, and gave himself the opportunity to lightly pass his hand over the curve of her ass. Then, his hands were on her back, and slyly moved his fingers underneath her shirt, immediately feeling the softness of her back, rubbing her muscles and flesh oh-so-lightly.
 
She purred and did as he told her. He was the one giving her the massage after all, and so she stretched out for him. Feeling his hand on her leg, she grinned a bit, and then up on her ass. "Um...that's not my back..."she said, a bit snappy. Soon enough he moved to her back and began to massage her back. Then she groaned and arched a bit, her feminine curve eve more prominent than before. "Mm...you're really good at this, Chris."she sort of moaned out, on accident. She looked at him and smiled. "Best brother ever~."
 
As soon as he began to massaged her back, she moaned out and arched her back. Christopher breathed in, smiling as he pressed his palms into her skin. "Angelica gave me a lot of practice . . . so you have her to thank for this," he whispered, leaning into her ear and chuckling softly. His hands trailed up her back, rubbing her shoulders and getting his fingers a bit on her sides.
 
She nodded and then laughed a bit, and then shrugged a little bit. "Mmm, I don't think I'll be thanking her."she said, and then looked at him as best as she could. "She broke your heart."she said quietly, and then gasped and wiggled a bit. "But she was very lucky. Why would she give up this?"she asked, obviously enjoying it a lot more than she probably should be. Her mind was on someone else, she attempted to convince herself, not her brother.
 
"I have no idea," he frowned, speaking truth. It still plagued him, but his sister gave him a respite from the thoughts. His fingers briefly passed over the clasp of her bra, and his breath was caught in his throat for a moment. He paused, yet still working at her back. Was he seriously considering this? He wanted her. He wanted Skylar. He wanted his sister. "Do you trust me, sis?" he asked softly, knowing that Dad kept a pair of handcuffs in his room.
 
She grinned and then looked at him and then sighed a bit. "Uh, well, you're my brother."she said quietly. "Of course I trust you." He had always been good to her, so why should this change anything. "What are you planning on doing?" She had felt his hand on her bra but she was choosing to ignore it.
 
Christopher gulped. "You'll see. I'll be right back," he said, patting her back for a moment, then getting up. Kicking off his shoes, the young man went upstairs and walked into their Dad's room, going immediately to the nightstand. Opening the first drawer, he caught sight of the silver handcuffs, and exhaled. He quickly took them and closed the drawer, going back downstairs with the cuffs hidden behind his back.

Standing over her, he quietly placed the handcuffs on the couch and breathed in deeply. "I want to try something," he answered finally, and reached over to take Skylar's wrists, quickly lifting them up behind her back. Without waiting, he held both wrists in one hand and picked up the handcuffs with the other, cuffing her wrists securely enough so that she couldn't slip out, and so that they wouldn't hurt her soft skin. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he quickly lifted her up and sat down, placing her on his lap so that she straddled him.
 
She lay there, comfortable on the floor as he disappeared. She listened to him, going into his father's room, and blinked, wondering if he was getting one their father's lotions or something, which was weird, seeing as she was the one who had the lotion in the house. She blinked, and he returned. He stood over her and she squeaked a bit when he took her wrists. Arms did not bend that way for that long. Then she was handcuffed behind her back and she was pulled into her brother's lap. She stared at him and blushed. "I...what?"she asked, and squirmed, attempting to get away. "No."
 
She was shocked, for the most part, not realizing what was happening. That was good. It meant he could save his strength for when she began to struggle. He looked into her eyes, enjoying the way she blushed, trying to figure out what was going on. And when she did, trying to get away, Christopher placed his hands on the back of her thighs, squeezing gently as he pulled her forward, her hips against his. "Shush," he said simply, leaning back a little as he felt a stirring in his groin, a bulge in his pants slowly forming against his sister's crotch.
 
She stared at him, frozen in some shock. "Excuse me?"she snapped and then looked at him. "I...you're my brother. How about we don't."she said and then attempted to get off of him again. Even with his hands on her thighs. What stopped her was when he leaned back, the bulge against her crotch. "You...you're turned on by this? You sick bastard. I'm your sister."she snapped and attempted to pull away.
 
Christopher chuckled at her remark, pulling her even closer so that she sat on his bulge. Every squirm and movement made him more aroused, making him groan softly. "Don't try that. I heard your moans when I touched you," he replied, trailing his hands up to the curve of her tight ass, gripping her cheeks tightly.
 
She blushed and then whimpered, rattling the handcuffs behind her. "I was moaning just because it felt good, nobody's given me a massage in a long time."she snapped and then huffed. She didn't want to admit that she was wet, but it wasn't because of him, she told herself. Glaring at him she then arched forward when he grabbed her ass. That was really hot, and she had to bite her lip from making a sound. "Stop. Seriously, I'm your sister. What if dad comes home?"
 
She wasn't aware of this, but her blushing and whimpering was turning him on even more. "Liar," he replied, bucking his hips to gently pound against her crotch. He couldn't tell at that moment that she was wet, but he was soon. When he pulled her forward by he ass, he watched as she bit her lip, presumably to keep herself quiet. "Dad won't be coming home in a couple of hours, Sklyar. It's fine," he assured her. His hands groped her ass-cheeks, spreading them apart and massaging them as his erection continued to pound against her crotch, feeling so good that David didn't care if his father came home just then.
 
Skylar watched and then groaned eagerly and then finally leaned forward to find his ear. Swallowing, she stared at him. "I swear to God, if you undress me I will not hesitate to.."she stopped talking and instead moaned, quite loudly as he began to pound her pussy with his clothed erection. She panted and then closed her mouth around his ear and began to suck on it and nibbled, tugging her hands against the handcuffs. Her hips moved against him and she bit at his ear more.
 
David was only snapped out of his pleasure when his sister leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. He heard her whisper, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for the threat. However, the fact that he was dry-humping with steady, powerful thrusts made her lose her wording, making her moan in pleasure. "You will not hesitate to - aahh!" he gasped out, feeling his sister suck and nibble on his ear. His eyes fluttered as he quickened his thrusts, slamming into her wet crotch. "You are enjoying, Skylar . . . I knew you were a pervert . . . !" he moaned, groping her ass further.
 
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