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Phero-moanssss mmmm(Onesaydude x Deliliah)

He saw her blushing and hoped he hadn't broken the spell, or whatever it was. But then she looked right down at the growing bulge in his pants. He couldn't help being pleased that that was where her eyes were drawn. "Yeah," he replied, faking confusion. "I don't know what it is, but I'm just having trouble not thinking about sex right now."
 
there was a momentary lifting of a sexual fog.. sort of. "Oh my god... me too." She turned to him and sat a little closer. "I fucking masturbated for like two hours straight after we got home." She paused and looked into his eyes, "Mom and dad fucked. like doggy style.. They didn't even shut the door."

"I've ruined these panties..." she said, looking down at her ow crotch, "Do you think it could have been that stuff you spilled on yourself?"
 
Oh no...she might have just figured it out. He had to somehow stop her from realizing it or he'd lose his chance of...whatever it was he was trying to accomplish now. "Will you just forget about that? There's no way that could be it." He nudged again, hoping to distract her with the same need that had driven her to masturbate and their parents to fuck so loudly. If it was strong enough, surely he could stop her from realizing what was going on.
 
She paused as she looked at him, "Forget about what?" she paused and looked up.. "Shit, you just fucked up my whole thought process... Shit I'm too horny for this." She stood up. "There's no way what could be it?" She was genuinely confused.

"Fuck, i'm going to my room for a little bit." She turned ans started to walk toward the stairs...
 
His eyes widened again at her response. He'd been hoping to distract her, and seemed to have succeeded, but...did she really forget about the spill entirely? Had she actually obeyed such a ridiculous request? He couldn't pass up a chance to test that. "No, stay here for a while," he told her casually. "Tell me how you're feeling, maybe I can help." And maybe she'd give him some more entertainment, or at least he hoped so.
 
She stopped where she was. "I'm frustrated and horny, my clothes feel restricting..." She said unsure of why she was feeling so talkative about this stuff with her brother. Her eyes focused on the tent in his pants, she licked her lips a bit... And then she realized what she was doing... "you don't think it has something to do with that chemical you spilled on yourself do you?"
 
Interesting...she could remember the spill now, but she stayed and described her situation despite there being no reason for it other than that he told her to. "Don't think about the spill anymore," he told her, hoping that might do the trick where asking her to forget had failed. And if it did work...well, why not take it a little farther? "Go ahead and take off your clothes if you want to. And then...tell me about what else you want to do."
 
She seems to lose her mental momentum a gain... She let out an asked sigh.

She nodded her head, she did wasn't to take her clothes off. And she started to. Talking of her top and throwing it on the side of the couch, then her bra, and her shirts... Finally her very wet panties on top. She walked back over and sat next to him again...

"I want to orgasm." She said to answer his question... "I'm horny. I to want to feel filled.. Full.. Stretched." She started running her clit as she closed her eyes...
 
He stared wide-eyed as she stripped naked without a second thought. His cock was straining against his shorts now. He decided it would be fun to make her entertain him a little more, even though a small voice in his head screamed that this was a terrible idea, that it wouldn't end the way he wanted it to. "Well then, think about who here might be able to do that for you. Maybe I will if you can convince me." He tried to tell himself it was just a joke, that he was going to let her relax once he'd enjoyed watching how she'd go about this, but as he watched her touch herself he too was losing control of his urges.
 
At first she looked at him with disgust... But her eyes made their way back to his cock... Maybe...

Words were certainly an option. But... There were other ways to 'convince.' She turned to face him on the couch and Leaned back against the arm rest. Her left hand trading her right nipple, her forearm teasing her left breast. She spread her legs, her right leg on the flour over the couch, her feet leg up above the head rest. Her ring finger and middle finger slowly pumping in and out of her post while her thumb pressed her clit. Her lips stuck in an 'F' as if she was constantly about to say 'fuck.' But all that cake out were soft modems and occasional squeaks...
 
There was no doubt anymore that he had some kind of ability to affect not only her libido, but her willingness to do as he commanded. This was going to require more testing.

But at this point he wasn't sure that was what he most wanted to do. Watching his sister touch herself was far more fun than he'd expected it to be. His eyes flicked quickly between her face, with that exquisite look of pleasure, and her hand as it gave her the pleasure she suddenly desperately needed. He stepped closer until he was just outside of arm's reach, pulling off his shirt and shorts as he moved so that he was left with only his boxer shorts to cover his rock-hard cock. Time to see how powerful the desire really was. "Tell me what you want me to do..." he whispered.
 
She was almost annoyed with his naivety, with her legs so spread, one on the floor, the other over the couch her hands playing with herself and he asking what he should do.

She stopped everything for a moment with i last words. She was more than 'almost annoyed,' she was fully annoyed, she sat up slightly, and patted both of her inner thighs as if to call over a pet, "Get that cock over here and fuck me."
 
Perfect. Now, if she ever complained about what was about to happen, he could honestly say that he just did what she told him to do. Not that he was planning on letting her have any reason to reset it, of course.

With a smirk, he dropped his underwear and strode quickly over to the couch. Positioning himself in front of her, he quickly thrust forward until his cock was buried inside her, grunting as he entered. "Mmm, fuck, you're really wet," he told her as he began to slowly pump in and out.
 
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