Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Your Word, My Pleasure (ShimapanMan x Aise)

Myn

Myn

Super-Earth
Joined
Jun 10, 2012
Location
Australia
Her fingers abruptly came to a halt as the sound of footsteps approached her door. Her deep blue turning to face the door of her room as if daring the figure to enter her room. Kyra was very much aware that her brother would never dare to enter her room. The last time he had had been several years ago, and Kyra had made it absolutely clear that he wasn’t welcome here. And ever since then she’d been avoiding him, playing the part of a hateful sister that wanted nothing more than to see her brother dead. Exchanging no more than a few words each week, at first glance they might as well have been complete strangers living in the same house, and Kyra was intent on keeping it that way.

Listening as the footsteps gradually faded, she slowly made her way over to the door, placing her head against the door of her room and listening for any signs of life. She’d already overheard her brother talking to someone over the phone a few days ago about going out today, and Kyra had been eagerly anticipating her brother’s departure ever since the sun had come up over the horizon today.

Hearing the definite click of the front door, she took a deep breath. Slumping against the door and waiting a bit longer, she wasn’t in much of a hurry seeing as how he’d be gone for a good hour if he was watching a movie. What concerned her more was the possibility that her brother would return early like he had last time. She could have sworn her heart stopped beating when she’d been forced to hide under his bed, while her brother searched for his wallet. The experience was thrilling, but not something she wanted to experience again…. It was just too risky.

Waiting a good 10~15 minutes, she finally reached up and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Cracking the door open just a peep and glancing around the deserted hall. Cautiously listening to the silence once more. Her parents were both out today, god knows where, and Kyra couldn’t care less where they went. It wasn’t her business. Taking one quick glance at the calendar by her bed, she nodded once in confirmation that today was indeed the day she’d marked with a big red heart mark.
 
Ken was on the phone with one of his friends, discussing a rendezvous point for their hang out. He and a few friends were taking the night to go to the movies and try to flirt with some girls. It wasn't typical that he got to meet up with his friends, but tonight had been on his schedule for months. "Okay, so, we're seeing Fast and Furious? That sounds good to me." He said. He didn't pay attention to Kyra as he made his way back to his room, grabbing his keys and wallet as he headed downstairs. "Kyra! I'll be home later! Definitely after midnight." He yelled, holding his hand over the mic on the phone and pulled the front door shut behind him. He locked the door before going to his car and climbing in the driver's seat.

He placed another key in the ignition, turning it until the motor began to run. "Alright, alright, I'm on my way. See you and the others soon." He said, hanging up before putting his car and gear. Soon, he had his foot on the gas pedal and was headed in the direction of their usual meet up spot. It had only been around twenty minutes when his friend called back. "Hey, Ken, the movie was apparently closed last night. Now some chick flick is playing. We are going to have to reschedule." His friend informed him. "What?!" He replied, slowing down and pulling into a driveway. "Man. I had been looking forward to this. Well... Just text me sometime and we'll set up another date. I'm going back home." He put down his phone and turned around, heading back in the direction of his house. It took the same twenty minutes to get home, pulling back into his spot and turning off the engine. He took his keys and got out, walking back to unlock the door and head back inside. He made barely any noise while going in.
 
“Mom? Dad? Ken?” she called out into the empty house, waiting for a response she was certain wouldn’t come. Being found out by her brother would be a nightmare, but having one of her parent catching her was just as embarrassing seeing as how the information would undoubtedly be relayed to her clueless brother.

Slipping out of her room and tiptoeing towards her brother’s room. She knew no one else was around, but even then she couldn’t help but feel the need to be quiet and cautious. She knew what she was doing was wrong, that it was disgusting and immoral by anyone’s standards. Her parents would be horrified, and Kyra didn’t even want to imagine what her brother would think of her.

Reaching her destination, she quietly knocked on the door, a silly last precaution before she’d crack the door open, peering inside to make sure the room was empty before swiftly slipping in and closing the door behind her before finally sighing with relief. A burden lifted off her shoulders already. Placing both hands up to her heart, almost in prayer, she slowly took three deep breaths, casting a spell of relaxation on herself before she childishly darted across the room and flung herself on her Ken’s bed. Her arms instantly wrapping around the pillow as she rubbed her face against the soft fabric. Rolling around in the warmth of her brother’s bed for a good few minutes. Her body trembling with excitement as she slipped under the sheets. The distinct masculine scent of her brother was driving her insane. Her right hand reaching down to her thighs which were already rubbing themselves eagerly against eachother, her body knowing the routine well and truly by now.

Unzipping her skirt and letting it unfurl around her waist, Kyra placed her trembling forefinger over the faint spot of moisture. Shuddering in pleasure from her own touch. Or rather, what she imagined to be her brother’s fingers. Fantasizing alone in her room had stopped being enough a long time ago, and she needed the stimulus, his scent, and the warmth of his existence, no matter how indirect. Lifting the sheets to her face and inhaling deeply, she pressed her finger a bit more firmly into herself, a cute little squeaky moan escaping her lips. The surge of pleasure causing her to get a bit bolder slowly yet firmly sliding up and down her slit, careful to keep her hands away from her clit, there was no need to hurry. Even if Ken was watching a short movie of eighty minutes, she still had a good half hour, and that wasn’t even factoring in travel time.
 
Ken noticed everything was just the way it had been when he left, indicating she must have stayed upstairs. He made his way through the living room and back to the carpeted stairs, walking up them to the second floor. He noticed his sister's door was still open, but now more so. He also noted that their shared bathroom was empty, so she wasn't there... He stepped down the hall to his room, the door closed. 'I didn't close the door before I left. I always leave it open. K... Kyra wouldn't be in there, would she? She'd been so hostile lately. And what would she even be doing in there?' He thought, standing just outside his door. It was just another moment before he heard a soft moan, muffled by his wooden door.

His eyes widened as the heated sound entered his ears. Was that Kyra? And she was definitely in his room... He decided to quietly open the door and see if he could peek in and see her. He reached for the door handle and slowly turned it, trying to keep the handle from squeaking as he did so. He pushed open the door, giving him just a tiny view port into his room, just enough to see her lying there. Around that moment, he saw her move and heard a moan leave her again. He saw her hand down her skirt, her other hand holding one of his pillows to her nose. Was she sniffing him while she touched herself? He couldn't pull his eyes away. He felt his face becoming red, heat radiating from him as he watched. Even 'worse'... He could feel himself becoming aroused.

What could he do with this? His mind raced for a few moments, thinking of what knowing this could bring. Mom and dad would probably yell at her, her friends would look at her like a weirdo... Everyone at school would make her out to be a freak. What would she do to prevent it? A smirk crossed his face as he pulled out his phone. He opened the video camera app and clicked record, pushing the camera into the slight crack in the door and watched his sister masturbate to her brother's scent. He let the video record for a few minutes, up until he noticed himself getting excited, his length hardening in his jeans. He clicked stop and pulled the camera back and placed the phone in his pocket.

He breathed in, thinking of how to confront her. He figured the most striking way would be to act like he just got home. He quietly tiptoed back downstairs. "Kyra! I'm back home, my movie was cancelled!" He called, walking a normal pace towards his stairway.
 
The heat of her own body was driving her insane. The fear of getting caught pushed to the side now that she’d managed to assure herself that she wouldn’t be getting caught by anyone. Her face flushed from the pleasure as she tried to imagine what her brother’s fingers would feel like against her face, how warm his chest would be, and how hard and good his cock was when inserted inside her.

Her body rocked violently, a sharp gasp of surprise when she thought she heard her brother’s voice. There was no way he’d be home already, so she figured it was her imagination. The voice however was enough to bump her arousal up an extra notch, her body propping itself up as she spread her legs apart holding the pillow close to herself and rubbing it against her breast and thighs. She was overcome with the urge to strip her clothes off as well, but refrained, mentally telling herself there was plenty of time for that later. It was only now that she realized the door partially opened, but she just chalked it down as her not closing it properly, either way it wasn’t like anyone else was home anyway.

Slipping her snow white panties down around her ankles, she finally allowed her pussy the blissful touch she’d been craving. Moaning out loud enough for her voice to carry down the hall.

“Please… Ken. Make me yours” she whimpered, a teasing finger gliding over her slit. Her mind fantasizing about her brother returning home and tackling her down onto his bed. A sly knowing look on his face as he leaned in to kiss her. A finger slipping between her lips as she imagined kissing her brother.

“It was so cold and lonely without you, please warm me up big bro?” her fingers slipping inside her, her fingers straying clear of her own hymen, no matter how desperate she got, she wasn’t going to waste her virginity to something as shameful as her own fingers.

Her back began sliding down the headboard as she arched her hips, thrusting upwards and holding the position, offering herself to the imaginary male above her. Her eyes still closed firmly in fantasy. “D-don’t be gentle. I’m not a little girl anymore, I… I want to feel you deep inside of me.”
 
Ken made his way back upstairs, until he was standing outside of his room once again. He arrived just in time to hear her cry out for him. 'Please... Ken. Make me yours.'? Did she really just say that?[\i] He thought, peering inside. It seemed the fact that he was home either increased her excitement, or she didn't acknowledge that he was home. He watched for a while longer, staring as his sister pleased herself while thinking of him. It was so wrong, but... He was getting turned on just by hearing her. This side of her was so different from the angry, anti-Ken personality she had taken on a few years ago.

He looked at her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nice, shaven womanhood that she was touching in front of him. She actually did care about him, just in a way she had to keep to herself. How long had she been doing this? That didn't really matter... All that mattered was he caught her this time. And he was getting to hear her deep, inner thoughts. His length was pressing against his jeans, creating a large bulge as she spoke. He hadn't heard he call him 'big bro' in such a long time. He had never expected to hear it with such a sensual tone to it, though. He felt himself leaning closer to the door, trying to get as close to the view of her as he could. He didn't pull out his phone this time, as he just wanted to stand and enjoy the 'show'. He watched as she moved her hips upwards and into her finger, imagining he was there pleasuring her.

At that point, it was getting hard for him to contain himself. He decided it was time to spring on her. He stepped back and took a deep breath before gripping the door handle. He slowly pushed it open. "Hey, Kyra." He said, trying to sound calm. Perhaps that would amplify the effect his plan would have on her. "It seems you're enjoying yourself quite a bit with my pillows." He smirked, standing at the foot of his bed. "'D-don't be gentle. I'm not a little girl anymore.'" He repeated, his smirk lightening slightly. "I never expected this from you, little sis." He looked down at her, keeping his eyes directly on hers.
 
Lost in a sea of pleasure, her fingers traveled deeper, scraping against her virginity and making her cry out for more. She loved the feeling of heightened elation, the warmth of her brothers bed. It was the only time she could vanquish the guilt and shame, and think of her brother as nothing less than a potential love interest. No angry parents, no judgmental society, and no fear of actually being found out by the person she desired.

Her breathing rapidly started to pick up as she could feel the warm bubbly sensation inside of her threatening to break out. Her vision already blurred from the pleasure, she was so far gone that when she heard Ken greet her, she responded with a lustful moan of her own, her head turning slightly to meet his gaze as she looked at him with a lustful longing.

“Ken?”

Sounding like a kitten that had just had it’s dish of milk snatched away, she looked over at him pleadingly, not registering in her mind that the man before her was indeed her brother in the flesh and blood. Confusion suddenly began to invade her deep blue eyes, the lust being forced into a swift retreat. The moment of realization was sudden, the mocking tone of his quote causing her face to go a deep beetroot red.

Why is he here?
Why does he look so calm?
….What am I doing?

Grabbing the pillow like a hawk would it’s prey, she quickly hurled the fluffy pillow against Ken’s face, using the moment to seize the bed sheets and wrapping them around her body, backing up against the wall and looking at her brother in disbelief. The movement causing her to move off the damp spot she’d created on his bed. She could feel tears welling up inside her, but managed to remain strong, trying to convert the embarrassment to anger. She wanted to scream, to shout and call her brother a stupid jerk. To knock him over and dash out of the room before he could rub the shameful act in any further.

But she couldn’t do either.

Her voice felt awfully dry, and she knew her legs wouldn’t even be able to carry her to the door, nevermind down the hall and to the safety of her own room.

“W-what… why? Why are you here?” she asked, her mind still trying to make sense of it all.
 
Ken could barely contain himself. Under his calm, carefree was a dark, evil plot to do something evil to her. He wasn't exactly sure what yet, but with this video he had he knew he had power over her. He watched the faces of confusion that swept over her, only moving when she threw the pillow she had been using at him. He reached up and caught it right after it hit him, but of course it was too soft to do anything other than ruffle his hair. "Hey, what was that for?" He asked, condescendingly. He held it in both hands, just in front of him and looked at it. There was even a wet area on it, that dirty girl! He had his face on that pillow.

He looked down at his now messy bed, noticing the darker spot where her waist had been. A smirk came onto his face once again. Oh ho ho, he was going to have fun with this. When she finally spoke, he brought his eyes back up to meet her's. "Wait. Why am I here? This is my room, sis. I should be asking you that." He said, walking forward and sitting on the edge of his bed. Acting as if he didn't notice it, he leaned forward and placed his hand right on top of his sister's juices that soaked his sheets. "Oh, what is this? Did you... Did you get this turned on while laying here?" He said, teasing her. He reached a little bit further and took her dampened panties that had fallen off in her quick move. "Why aren't you wearing these?" He asked, opening them and holding them open in front of her. "And... Just look at how wet these are." He said, looking at them before glancing up at her. He was dragging this out for as long as he could.

"Kyra, I had no idea you felt like this towards me. You could have just said so." He said, putting down the panties and scooting closer to her covered body. "I'm great at keeping secrets. However, now that I've seen all of this, it might take some convincing to keep quiet about it." He added, smirking.
 
Kyra shook her head in denial at everything he said, still not able to accept the fact that she’d been caught in the middle of one of her sessions. She had thought up a whole lot of excuse in the case her brother questioned her about changed bedsheets, or traces of someone being in his room, but she never thought she’d be careless enough to be caught red handed. It wasn’t until Ken responded with a logical response that she finally managed to calm her shock down enough to acknowledge that she was indeed in his room, and that he had more right to be here then she did.

Her body flinched visibly under the sheets when he approached though, Ken’s weight causing the mattress to deepen on the edges, and slightly tip Kyra forward. Her deep blue eyes still hazy from lust and pleasure she’d been feeling a moment ago, a trickle of unnoticed saliva even streaking down her chin and glistening in the overhead light. She honestly could have cried when her brother pointed out the moistened patch on the bedsheet, the only thing keeping her upright being her pride. She just continued to stare at him, half with fear, and the other half shared between hatred and an unspeakable hope. The evidence was stacked against her bit by bit. Why he even needed to point all these things out, she didn’t know since he’d literally seen her pleasuring herself only moments prior.

“I-d-don’t….” she stuttered weakly, defiantly denying that she had any feelings for her brother. Her eyes directed at his lips, which were getting closer with each sentence, she could already feel her arousal peeking through the shock and fear of being found out. Her pussy still as wet and ready as it had been prior to be interrupted, her body overwhelmed with a need for release, she’d only been a few more seconds to climax, and while Ken’s arrival should have killed the mood. It was quickly reviving itself as he edged closer and closer to her.

“I don’t love you at all” she blurted out, digging herself her own grave, Ken hadn’t mentioned anything about love, but Kyra still wasn’t thinking straight enough to pick up on things like that. “I.. I always sleep without those on… and…. I was tired, your room was closer and I was just taking a quick nap.” She lied, her desperate poorly constructed excuse being put forward with confidence from an unknown source.

“It’s wet cause… I just finished taking a shower” she tagged on, averting his gaze, and curling up in the sheets even more. A bead of sweat trickling down the side of her head and being absorbed into the sheets. Her little misdeed had simply been that good, the stench of arousal thick in the air, opposed to the floral shampoo and soap Kyra usually used.

“Can I go now?” she asked hopefully, not wanting Ken to come any closer, the heat inside her belly was growing steadily, and she really had no idea how she’d react if he touched her in any way. His voice was already sounding hypnotic and inviting. And if it wasn’t for the embarrassment, she’d have climaxed simply from his gaze.
 
Ken's mind was racing, thinking of things she might say and how he could corner her. Perhaps he should play along, and let her go free. Now that he had picked up her wet panties, he had gotten a whiff of the sexual scent she left. If she payed much attention to his lower body, she would have noticed his large bulge pressing against his jeans.

Her initial denial caused him to raise an eye brow as he moved closer. "Really? I mean, I think this spot here says something different..." He said, repositioning his hand so now it was just a foot or so away from her. He also scooted more onto the bed, so his whole body was now resting on it. When she claimed she didn't love him, he pulled back and placed his hand on his chest. "Y... you don't? But, I love you! You're my sister, and siblings should care for each other. That hurts." He said it like he meant it, but in actuality he was just going with it. "And, I can believe that. I don't quite understand how my room was closer, but, now that you're awake, you should put them back on. I don't want to see something I shouldn't." He teased, moving a few inches closer. He tossed the panties at her.

The spot on the bed obviously had a different scent, rather than a sweet, after shower scent. "A shower? Okay, that explains it. I mean, my room is right across from the shower. You check out." He said, smiling at her. As for allowing her to leave, he decided to give her a slight sense of freedom. He pulled out his phone and pretended to be texting. "Go ahead, go to your room. I'll meet you downstairs for dinner soon." He said, looking over at her. He smirked and reached over, gently rubbing her thigh through the blanket. "And don't let me catch you in here again! Nap in your room." He warned, before looking back at his phone. While she got up and prepared to leave, he scrolled through his photo and video gallery, finding the video he took of her. He turned up his sound, and as she headed for the door, he pressed play. "Oh? What is this?" He said as a moan left his phone. He turned to her and smirked. "This looks a lot like you, sis."
 
Tears starting to well up in her eyes as Ken moved closer and closer. She knew her excuse was a poor one, but the best she could do right now was hope and pray that her brother either trusted her blindly or was a complete idiot. Her eyes kept wandering the room, trying to find something of interest that would preoccupy her enough to make her forget just how close her brother was getting, if she’d paid enough attention she might have noticed the bulge between Ken’s legs and pointed it out in hopes of evening the playing field, but alas she was too worried about herself to notice anything else.

Unable to think of anything convincing to say she simply shrank away from her brother, grinding her back against the wall as he came dangerously close. She couldn’t hold back the gasp of surprise as her brother admitted loving her, a lewd whimper following shortly after as she pressed her thighs together, desperately trying to hold back the urge to satisfy her burning body. Fortunately for her, the words that followed filled her with hurt and despair, a pained look in her eyes as she lowered her head further. She knew she couldn’t ever be anything more than an annoying sister to Ken, but being told that her brother only thought of her as a blood relative was something that finally forced a bead to trickle down her cheek.

“I hate you, I really, really really hate you…”
Burying her face in the sheets, she slowly slid herself past Ken and off the bed, his bedsheets still wrapped around her protectively, she didn’t care to pick up her soiled panties, nor did she bother to acknowledge anything else Ken said. Instead focusing solely on getting away from Ken and his awful teasing. It would have been so much easier if her legs weren’t so shaky. But she couldn’t bare being taunted any longer.

Making her way to the door slowly, she knew she’d cry herself to sleep tonight, screw dinner. There was no way she could face her brother anymore anyway. Maybe she should run away and go somewhere far far away before everyone around her turned against her? Or she could just lie and say it never happened….

The sound of her crying for Ken suddenly erupted behind her. The shock big enough for her to drop her protective blanket and stand bottomless with a look of horror on her face. She couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, but she knew she was doomed, her jerk of a brother definitely had no intentions of letting her off.
“Asshole! You’re not my brother, you’re just some stupid jerk that gets a kick out of making fun of others… I don’t love you at all” she spat. Spinning around and dashing out the door. Hoping to get to the safety of her room.
 
Ken sat still on the bed, watching his sister's reactions to how calm and condescending he seemed. Perhaps the front he put up was too much, though. He had expected her to stand there, petrified before coming back and begging to keep the video a secret, but instead she ran away to flee from him. He stood and hurried to his door frame, looking down that hall at her. "Kyra! If you go in your room, I am sending this video to all of your friends I know. I will show it to mom and dad." He said, walking down the hall towards her room. "I know exactly what that could do to you. Everyone knowing how aroused you get by the scent of me. Honestly, I had no idea you felt this way, and I will admit... It got me excited as well."

He sent a copy of the video to his email, for safe keeping. After that was finished, he closed the video app and hid the phone back in his pocket. He had decided what he would coerce her into. "If you want me to keep this video from getting into the hands of others, you've got to do what I tell you to. I will be able to tell you what to do even when the parents are home, but it wont be as much as when we're alone. I'll let you freely use my room to do whatever you want in, and I'll keep the video hidden from everyone, as long as you obey me, sister." He said, looking at her. A smile was on his face, hoping she would understand. "Now, come on, I have my first order all lined up for you, and I think you may enjoy it." He said in a more light-hearted tone.

Now that he had actually put it out there, and if he could get her to properly cooperate... He could maybe make this a mutually beneficial sexual relationship for both of them. He was going to take it easy at first, have her do some more things for him, as opposed to for the both of them, but he had more meaningful ideas in mind. And, since he had this video, he had her in his clutches for as long as he wanted to.
 
Reaching for the door handle just as Ken poked his head out from his room, Kyra’s body tensed immediately when she heard her brother threatening to send the video out to her friends. She doubted that her brother would even know the address of her friends, but it wasn’t like he’d have problems with a few random students finding out along the way.

Glaring over hatefully at her brother, tears she marking her moistened cheeks, she might have even looked a bit intimidating if she wasn’t completely bare beneath the hips. All she wanted right now was to cry herself to sleep in the safety of her room, hoping to wake up tomorrow to find all of this had been nothing short of a nightmare. Ken looked so smug and confident right now, she just wanted to punch him in the face and snap his stupid phone in half, but she knew she didn’t stand a chance against him physically.

While Ken had succeeded in capturing her interest initially, her mood seemed to worsen with each word uttered. Wiping the tears out of her eyes as Ken told her she might even enjoy it. She’d figured that it was worth hearing him out, but after hearing that she wanted him to be a slave to his will, her anger flared, a disgusted look on her face as she opened the door to her room, and slammed it in his face.

“Do whatever you want then, I don’t care, just get lost and leave me alone” she cried. The sound of something being dragged against the floor coming from the other side before something smacked against the door. A bookcase, table or perhaps even her bed, either way she was barricading herself inside her room and refusing to come out. As far as she was concerned Ken was just getting a kick out of making her even more miserable. He’d probably just make her do gross or embarrassing things just to take more photo’s and laugh it out. The possibility of her brother getting aroused over her was unquestionably a negative in her mind. She’d thought it over countless times and always reached the same conclusion. So when he’d told her he was excited, she immediately interpreted it as sarcasm, or excitement over the fact he thought he could make her do whatever he wanted.
 
Ken walked all the way to her door when she finally closed it, listening as she decided to go as far as bar the door. She was really dead-set on keeping him out. That annoyed him somewhat. "Kyra, if you're going to be like this, then I'm going to send the video. I think I'll send it to mom and dad first." He said, turning away from her. "In case you were wondering, I was entirely serious about being turned on by you. Hearing my younger sister moaning my name was... Well... hot. I actually watched you for a while before I came in on you. I was going to be very lenient at first, take you back to my room and play around a bit. But now, you've done exactly what I told you not to. You've got five minutes to come into my room before I will actually send the video. " He called through the door before stepping back to his room.

When he was inside, he closed the door behind him so she would have to knock before coming in. He went over to his bed and layed down, picking up his phone. He decided to watch the video again, as he had only gotten about a minute or so of video. Before he pressed play, he took note of the time and then started it. He watched it closely, listening to how much noise she was making as she pleasured herself on his bed. He couldn't help but wonder if she had done so before, and if she did... How did she keep it hidden so well? There were a couple of times when his bed sheets were changed, but he thought that was his mom being nice. He would have to ask some other time, if she decided to come around.

He sat up in bed and looked over at where he white panties had fallen. They were still slightly damp. He picked them up and looked them over, thinking of how it was so arousing to see her hand under them, knowing she was touching herself to him. This entire situation seemed so unusual, like something that wouldn't happen to him, but it was definitely real.
 
Kyra had had enough. Today was undoubtedly the worst day of her life, and as Ken threatened to send the recording to their parents, after slipping on a pair of fresh undergarments, Kyra buried her head under her pillow, hiding under her own bedsheets as she tried to will Ken away. The thought of her parents knowing made her blood go cold, but she didn’t care as much as she could have. The person she wanted knowing the least was the same person on the other side of her door, trying to blackmail her into being some amusement toy.

Anything Ken said right now sounded like a cheap badly written script to try and her lure her out. And while she did feel her heart skip a beat when Ken said it was ‘hot.’ She quickly pushed the thought away, convincing herself that he didn’t really mean it. She wouldn’t be fooled. Her brother was a jerk, and he’d proven it to her just moments ago. He wasn’t the same dependable loving brother from her childhood, and she’d know that. Her feelings for him weren’t real. They couldn’t be. Yet, everytime she got asked out, she instinctively had responded that she already had a boyfriend. Thoughts of her brother filling her mind instantly. They were as distant as an unloving cold-war couple filing for divorce. But she couldn’t help thinking of Ken whenever the topic of love came up.

Rolling around in bed and willing herself to go to sleep. The 5 minutes she’d been given flew by, and several hours passed. If anyone had come to her room to call her out, she’d completely missed it. She didn’t even feel hungry despite having skipped dinner. It was well past midnight when she finally pulled enough courage to unbar her door and creep out into the hall. Glancing towards her brother’s room nervously. The lights were out at least, so he was probably asleep. A relief since she doubted she could face him properly if he spoke to her before she got the chance to state her terms.
 
Ken had laid in bed for a while, even after the five minutes had passed. He opened the video as a message and was about to send it to their parents, but he couldn't bring himself to. That would make her actually hate him, for sure. He instead decided to think. What could he do to make her open up? He knew threatening her wouldn't work. That much was extremely obvious. He leaned back onto his still unfixed bed, looking at the panties he held in his hand. He had an overwhelming sense to use them for his own pleasure, perhaps hang them on her door for her to find, but after thinking it over that would just give her some evidence over him. Instead, he just decided to go to bed as well. He wasn't really hungry either, so he didn't even take time to make himself dinner. He just went to the bathroom and went back to his room.

He changed into a pair of boxers and a loose t-shirt to sleep in before laying down for the night. He flipped off the lights and put his phone and glasses on the night stand. The wet spot she left on his bed had dried by then, and he hadn't cared enough to change it. The panties she left had also dried, and before falling asleep he placed them on the night stand as well. It wasn't too long until he was fast asleep. He had left the door open the last time he came back, as he had assumed she would stay holed up all night.
 
Moving closer to Ken’s room, Kyra was slightly surprised to find the door to be open, and for a moment she was worried that her brother had gone out again, perhaps to show off his little finding to his friends directly and laugh it up. She quickly slipped into his room, expecting the worst, only to find her brother already asleep. She would have smiled at her luck, it couldn’t have gotten any worse, so it was nice to see that something today had gone her way, but she didn’t feel cheerful enough to force even a fake smile, and instead silently slinked around her brother’s room, looking for his mobile in the dark for a few seconds before giving up. She could barely see a thing, and she couldn’t handle the fear of being caught out again. Her eyes kept playing tricks on her, making her think Ken was lying in bed with his phone pointed at her again, recording her suspicious behavior.

Unable to deal with the fear, she bit her lip. Not wanting to give up, but having no other choice than to resign herself to complying with her brother’s wishes. She crept closer, hovering over Ken’s sleeping form, her heart racing as she the mattress tipped towards her ever so slightly. Her light weight letting her crawl on with relative ease. She could feeling her unsated arousal burning inside her again. Ignited by sexual possibilities of the situation. Moving her slim legs over Ken’s waist, and sitting lowering her weight on top of him. She told her self silently she was just doing this to prevent Ken from moving, but her imagination kept trying to imagine Ken snapping awake, grabbing her wrists and thrusting up into her with lustful force.

Curling her fingers over Ken’s shoulders as he began to stir, she lowered her head until she could feel her brother’s warm breath brushing against her lips. Her own held back with anticipation as she waited nervously for Ken to awaken. “Ken?” she whispered softly, peering into her brother’s eyes as just enough moonlight making it’s way through the window for her to make out her brother’s facial features.
“I-it’s been more than… 5 minutes, b-but you haven’t showed anyone yet, right?”
 
Being quite the heavy sleeper, Ken fell asleep very very quickly and stayed asleep. While he was awake, he had been trying to control his arousal since he hadn't coaxed Kyra into helping him out, but now that he was asleep his mind was free to wander and dream all sorts of scenarios. One such dream was that had commanded her to suck him off, which she did happily, even though she seemed completely against him in reaity. He liked having control, and it showed in how he became hard overnight.

When Kyra came into his room, he made no acknowledgement of her. He heard nothing, and even if he did he wouldn't have moved. Such was the nature of her brother's sleeping. He hadn't taken the time to put the blanket on before falling asleep, so she would just feel a thin layer, his boxers, between her and his throbbing manhood. As she climbed onto the bed, he remained still, becoming an easy target for her to pin down. He looked peaceful in the soft light of the moon. Nothing woke him up until she began to speak. "Hnn?" He exclaimed, looking up at her with one eye. He was surprised to see his sister's face so close to his. He snapped awake, both eyes open. "K-Kyra... Don't scare me like that. Right, I didn't send it to anyone, it's just between us." He said, telling her just what she wanted. He waited a few moments before speaking again, laying still and staring up into her eyes. The moonlight had a very intimate feel to it, her face looking beautiful from just the small amount that illuminated it.

He wiggled just for a second, to free his hands from under her light body. "I'm surprised you actually ventured back in here so soon, but I knew you would at some point." He said, still peering into her eyes. His gaze moved down to her lips, looking at how soft they looked in the bluish white light. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "You interrupted a... A very exciting dream." He said, pulling back. He began moving his hands down towards her's, placing them on top. "For that, I feel like you need to do something for me." A slight smirk crossed his lips, seeming evil in the low light.
 
Gasping in surprise as her first ever kiss was taken from her so casually, this wasn’t how she imagined her first kiss to be at all. The only redeeming aspect was that it was with the same person she’d wanted to lose it to. Everything else was wrong, and instead of the happiness she should have felt, she felt her anger bubbling again. The urge to slap her brother only contained by her goal to eliminate the ‘evidence’ he had on her.

“You just stole my first k-kiss” she growled, lifting a hand off Ken and rubbing her lips with the back of her hand as if to wipe it off. “What more do you want my virginity?” Her words weren’t kind or shy at all, fueled by the disappointment in both Ken and herself, she wasn’t even aware of how she was sitting on over Ken’s boxers, the slightest movement of his hips would cause whatever lay beneath to rub against her pussy, albeit through her panties, but it would have been enough stimulation to shock her out of her bad mood.

“Enough games Ken, give me the phone”
Kyra wasn’t in the mood for his silly games, a good portion of her still quite upset with the way he was handling all of this, while the other part wanted to get away from Ken as soon as possible and hope for the best. Holding Ken down with her trembling hands, the earlier kiss had proved her strength meant nothing to him, but she didn’t know where else to keep them, and even if she was powerless, the feeling of having him pinned beneath her gave her a false sense of security.
 
Ken chuckled at her reaction. She was doing a great job at seeming like she hated him. He simply looked up at her, watching her wipe his 'germs' away. "Well, you know, I think you would like that, dear sister." He said, smiling. Her next, serious sentence caused the smile to disappear. The way her hands were so tightly gripping his wrists showed that she really wanted him to give in to her. "If you really want it, my phone is right over there, next to your panties you left in here." He said, tilting his head in the direction. "Right over on the nightstand." He added. "But, you know how smart I am. I have already sent a copy to my email. And, not the email synced to my phone either. You have to know my password to get to it." He said with a superior intonation.

As he watched that last bit sink in, he decided to give her a little thrill. "While you're on top of me in such an attractive pose, do you mind if I do this?" On the last word, he moved his hips upwards, his thick cock pressing against her through the panties. He kept his eyes on her, to see how that would make her respond. Just to give her a bit more, he made the motion a couple times after and began to squirm his hands free.. "Kyra, if you want me to delete the video... You have to do what I say for a while. I will not take any photos or do anything too degrading. Nothing gross either." He said, moving his crotch against her again. Perhaps this approach would convince her.
 
Noticing the phone so close by, she cursed herself for not realizing it earlier. She could have easily taken it and ran off, and she was about to do just that. She doubted her brother would do anything indecent to the likes of her panties, and having them in his room would cause Ken more trouble than it would Kyra if she feigned ignorance. But just as she was about to jump off and scamper away. Her brother uttered words that made her face go even paler in the moonlight. Despair taking over before her anger, the clip was already up on the internet. Even if it was in a private email box, there was no way for her to get to it. And the thought of it accidentally making it’s way onto public domain scared her more than anything else.

Not paying any attention to Ken anymore, she was completely caught off guard when she felt a firm hot cock rubbing against her. Gasping sharply as she lost her balanced and fell ontop of her brother. Her body shaking violently with pleasure as he grinded against her once more. Her legs shifted over the sheets in a feeble attempt to get off the trap she’d placed herself on top of, but it was already too late, and she couldn’t work up the strength to pull away.

“Ken! Stop” she cried desperately, her hands clutching onto his shoulders to support herself. Her soft breasts pressed against Ken’s chest through the fabric of her shirt. She wanted more, god she’d do anything for more. But there was no way she’d admit that. “P-please, uh, this isn’t funny” she moaned looking at him with a pleading look. “J-just… delete the video Ken, please.”
 
Ken smirked when he felt her collapse on her. That was an even bigger reaction than he had expected. Her cried for him to stop only made him more eager to do it again, but he restrained himself. He was back in charge now. "I think you want more! I know how it must have eaten at you, to be so close and be pulled away by me catching you. Here's your opportunity to get that release, sis." He said, ignoring what she said and telling her something she would want to hear. He moved his length against her again, just to hear her moan again. She was so very sensitive to his touch, even though it was being muffled by their clothing.

In one move, he pushed himself up and rolled her over, so he was on top looking down at her. "Mmm, I think this is probably a much better view for you." He whispered, placing his hands in a way to pin her down. He had enough balance like this to be able to tease her with his clothed manhood, so he pushed his crotch against her more. "I think you've been wanting something like this for a very long time, Kyra." He said, leaning closer to her face when he stopped grinding. "You've got a couple of options. Either you do as I say for a while, or... Your video will be sent to some of your friends. I think I know what you truly want, and if you drop this wall you've put up, you can have much more of this." He said, pushing against her one final time. "So, what will it be, sister?"
 
Feeling her body immediately warm up with excitement, it took every last fibre of her body not to cry out in pleasure. Desperately trying to organize her thoughts into a logical explanation of why this was wrong and why Ken should stop was going nowhere. No matter how hard she tried though she couldn’t stop the moans and gasps as she felt her arousal skyrocketing inside her, her denial of pleasure earlier only serving to make her body that much more sensitive and needy.

“I… don’t…. more….” She panted, burying her face against Ken’s shirt with embarrassment, the last part of her disjointed sentence sounding more eager and high pitched than the rest. She let out a surprised cry though when she was flipped over, her deep blue eyes conveying nothing more than her lust and desire for her brother.

She wanted him. God his cock felt amazing against her already and he wasn’t even touching it directly. If it weren’t for the video clip this would have been a dream come true, but knowing that her brother held all the power, her dream was turned upside down into a nightmare.

Having lost her advantage in an instant, she covered her face with her hands, shaking it fiercely to deny her brother the pleasure of seeing that she really did want this. “You.. you’re a sick pervert” she whimpered, using the last few bits of her untainted mind to push her rear back into the bed, trying to get away from that thick juicy cock that felt so impossibly good.

“There is no wall, I-I don’t want this” she lied. “Just… give me…” she trailed off, her mind overheating from the conflicting messages swirling around in her head.
 
Ken could tell that she didn't want to give in to it, but the way her body was acting to just the grinding he did told him she was dying for it. That high pitched tone she had given on 'more' was only serving as an encouragement to him, the intonation of the word giving away what she truly wanted. He knew it was wrong for him to be doing this to his sister, but the way she was using his scent to get off with earlier was wrong, too, right? He looked down into her eyes, seeing just how aroused she had become. He allowed her to cover her face for a few moments before using his hands to pull them apart and push them onto the bed. He laughed slightly at her comment about being a pervert. "Wha? Me, a pervert? I'm just giving you what you want. You are the one who was humping my pillow earlier." He said, moving against her again. He moved his hips a bit lower to reach her.

He could tell that she was enjoying this inside. "Mmm, how about I lose my boxers?" He said, removing one hand from her wrists. He reached down and quickly slipped the underwear off of his frame, his long, thick cock free for her to see. He immediately pushed the heated shaft against her panties again, letting her feel the difference of losing one layer of clothing. He still wasn't planning on actually taking her virginity, at least not yet, this was just to break her, make her give into her desires. He rubbed his length against her panty-clad lips, releasing a soft moan. "Ahh, that feels much, much better..." He whispered.
 
“Please… get off” she repeated shakily, gasping for air. The last thing she wanted him to do right now was to get off, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to be honest. More importantly she was afraid of what might happen. She couldn’t smell alcohol on Ken’s breath, but what if he regretted it tomorrow? What if he told her it was all a misunderstanding and that her chances of belonging to him were zero? Her fear of rejection was what had kept her silent all these years, and Ken was ignoring her restraint as if it were nothing, the idea of having her brother fuck her here and now was impossible to resist, but at the same time she wasn’t going to offer herself up for a one night stand. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself knowing her brother thought of her as nothing more. This wasn’t what she wanted, she wasn’t going to admit it.

But such resistance was futile, her will faltering the moment he slipped his pants off. Not even giving her time to voice her opinion, her words caught in her throat, her tongue poking its tip out and subconsciously running over her lips hungrily at the sight below. The dark room made it hard to make out exactly what was there, but the silhouette was a lot thicker than she’d expected. And while she couldn’t tell from her current angle, undoubtedly longer too.

She’d dreamt about it, fantasized about it, and even gotten off dozens, even hundreds of times over how it’d taste, feel and claim her. But now that it was before her, all she could do was lay still and stare down in anticipation, forgetting to resist and demand her brother get off of her. She couldn’t find her breath anyway, though when he pressed his heated cock against her burning pussy she lost it. Thrusting her hips upawards to meet his teasing grind.

“Ken!” wriggly fiercely beneath Ken, she just barely managed to slip one of her hands out of Ken’s grip, her hand pressing feebly against his chest, the push was more like a touch. But she was still trying to get him off…. Just barely, as it was clear she was at breaking point. Her slender hips had already betrayed her arching upwards off the bed and pushing themselves needily against him. Her mind too couldn’t work up the strength to tell him to get off again, instead she stared up at him with a mixed look of longing and fear, begging her brother to give her more.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom