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Taunting Big BrotherI don’t really remember when I first started using the bottom of the bathroom closet for comfort. I would wager I was a c***d and it started with my foster brother and I. And I know it started as just that, comfort and shielding from the fights our foster parents were having downstairs. Our bedrooms shared a bathroom and as early as I could remember, as soon as dad got home my brother would come into my bedroom and pull me out of bed, most of the time half asleep, and we would go into the bathroom and hide in the closet. He would cover my ears and force a smile the whole time even as I caught him cringing from time to time with the various things he was hearing.As we grew up it became just me hiding in the closet, a set of earbuds and a small mp3 player filled with fun and cheerful songs waited for me in there. I had a little throw pillow and a blanket, I had actually decorated it as much as the bottom shelf in a bathroom closet can be decorated. Our foster parents divorced when I was 13 and our foster mom fought to keep us, so that closet space just became my own little nook for hiding when I needed to not be found for a while. It was cramped, but I had a slight build. My brother was the only one who could find me when I was hiding in there and he got into the habit of checking it before showering as he entered his teen years.My brother had gone away to grad school and he was coming home for the first time in nearly two years the next day, just in time to help me celebrate my 21st birthday in proper drunken fashion. I was anxious about seeing him and couldn’t sleep, so I did what I often did, I climbed into the closet on a pillow with a book and a book light that only ever lasted an hour because it was a battery hog, and read until I fell asleep.I was awakened by the banging of the pipes to the shower and my brother’s hushed curses over the unexpected noise. I was about to open the closet door to see what was going on when he opened it. He reached up and grabbed a few towels and some other odds and ends and never even looked down to where I was.He was completely naked and I was basically less than half a foot away from his cock when he turned and shut the closet door again, well mostly shut it anyways. I just knelt on the floor in shock as I listened to my brother step into the tub to take his shower.I wondered if I could maybe sneak past him and back into my room while he was behind the glass door, but I kept hesitating at the closet door, my back pressed against the shelves and trying to not open the door too much, or give myself away. I peaked around the corner and saw him blindly reaching out for the hook we would hang our towels on, soap dripping into his eyes. I thought it was my shot to get out of there. I started tiptoeing out of the closet and glanced his way, rather involuntarily, and my eye was drawn to the cloudy glass highlighting his rather large and obviously hard cock.I cringed for a moment, reminding myself he was my brother, and started to tiptoe away from my hidey hole, when the damn closet door decided to betray me. It squeaked with what was possibly the fucking loudest and longest door squeak ever, and my brother opened the shower door to see what it was.My cheeks felt like they were on fire and he looked rather mortified as he realized I wasn’t staring at his face.“Cover your eyes!” he yelled at me as he scrambled to grab a towel, knocking his off of the hook it had been hanging on.I instinctively followed his directions and basically punched him in the face as he started to bend down to retrieve his fallen towel and I went to cover my eyes at the exact same time. He stumbled back and I grabbed his hand to keep him from slipping in the tub, but given he was about 6’ 2” and 180 pounds, and I was about 5’ (in heels) and easily half his weight, he just pulled me into the shower with him as he fell.It was quite bad, honestly.He landed on his side, mostly on one knee and his hand, and I landed right beside him with my hand accidentally grabbing his cock as I tried to scramble back to my feet and out of the tub, only to find it slicked with what I thought was spilled shampoo or conditioner, causing me to fall back on my ass next to my brother.I was blushing brightly and he tried to stand up, but similarly failed and landed on top of me. Then he just started laughing. I was pushing him, but he was much too heavy for me to push off of me fully. He slowly got his footing at the end of the tub and was able to shift to the side so as not to be crushing me, all the while he was trying to contain full on belly laughs.I scowled and started to move, but he grabbed my shoulder and held me still. He caught his breath and managed to speak between smaller laughs, “Stop, stop, you’re just making it worse. Your fucking baby oil spilled.”I looked up and saw the pink capped bottle on its side in the tub and just above my head, the majority of a fresh bottle pouring around me and soaking into my night shirt and panties. We were spreading it around every time we tried to stand up.He looked down towards the drain, a bit of the oil was pooling at our feet and our hands were slicked with it. He looked back to me, a big smile on his face, “I told you you should start using something else to shave with. How many times have I told you that one day you’re gonna slip and die because of that stuff.”I was pouting a bit, “It works the best though…just help me up? You’re kinda poking me…” I pointed down towards him.He looked down and his cheeks flushed as he realized his cock was resting on my hip and poking towards my stomach from the direction he was laying. “Right…pull your shirt off.”I glared and he hit my shoulder with his not as oil-slicked hand, “So we can use it to get leverage on the tub. I’d get a towel, but if I move my hand at all I’m going to fall on you again. If it weren’t so tight on you, I’d probably be able to use it while you were wearing it, but unless you want my full weight on you, which would probably crush you, while I try to get up, you have to take it off.”I grumbled, “Close your eyes…”He groaned, “I can’t get out of the tub with my eyes closed, Lex. Besides, fair’s fair you perv.”I sighed, “I didn’t…I wasn’t trying to see you in the shower…I was sleeping in the closet…you woke me up…”He just looked me in the eye and smirked, “Fair’s still fair,” he used the hand he wasn’t propping himself up on to lift my shirt over my breasts, some of the oil from his hand slicked over them as he brushed against my skin, “See, now I’ve seen you, just pull it off before mom comes to see what all the noise was…”I pouted and wriggled my way out of my top, he took it and spread it out next to me and was able to put his weight on it to shift off of the oil covered hand that had been holding him up. He was stradling my hips, his cock resting on my stomach, throbbing a bit, as his left leg started slipping downward and his right knee was carefully supporting most of his weight on my shirt. He reached out of the tub and got a towel that allowed him to pull himself out of the tub fully. He slipped when he stepped out onto the tile but caught himself on the edge of the tub and got his clothes under his feet so he could help me up too.I slapped his hands and scowled at him, “I can get up myself.”His smirk widened a bit, but he pulled his hands away and watched me struggle for a few seconds to get onto my stomach and get the towel under me enough to kneel on it, then to stand on it. Then I climbed out of the tub next to him, slipping on the tile the exact same way he had done. He caught me and laughed. He basically lay me down on the floor as I slipped from his grip from both of us being fairly coated in baby oil.“Why are you laughing so much?” I shot at him as he reached into the closet and got me a towel.“Because the other options are to cry or kill myself because my baby sister not only saw me naked, but actively, even if accidentally, handled my cock and I kept inadvertently fucking poking her with it because…” he trailed off and shook his head as he threw the towel at me. He sighed and wrapped a towel tightly around his waist, “You didn’t get hurt in the fall did you?”I shook my head, “Outside of my pride, no. I think I’m fine.”He looked from sinop escort me back to the tub, “We can’t go to bed covered in baby oil…it’ll stain the sheets and mom…”I cringed a little, “Will be pissed we ruined the sheets?”“Among other things,” he whispered to himself.He picked up the bottle of baby oil, closed the cap, and put it outside of the tub. The water from the shower head pushed some of the oil down towards the drain, but not enough of it, so he grabbed a towel and laid it in the bottom of the shower, a thick cottony barrier between oily skin and slippery porcelain. “The hot water is going to run out soon, so you should shower first. I’ll take a cold one after you.”I nodded and he helped me climb in to the shower and stand on the towel without shifting it. He looked down at my feet, “Is it working?”I moved my feet a little and didn’t feel like I was going to fall, “Yeah,” I said.He closed the shower door and leaned against the wall just outside, waiting.I pulled my panties off and threw them in the back of the shower and took the soap to wash up, but for reasons still not entirely known to me, I opened the shower door a bit, “We can share the hot water you know?”He looked at each of the handles on the bathroom doors, both were locked, then he climbed into the shower with me.We maneuvered so that he was in the back of the tub and I was at the front of the tub, otherwise he blocked the water from hitting me. He stood there awkwardly covering himself and looking up at the ceiling for a moment.I started washing the baby oil off of his arms with the soap on my hands. He pulled away and looked down at me, “Don’t do that?” It was more of a plea than a statement. I stepped away from him a bit and reached out to hand him the soap, “Sorry,” was all I said.He took the soap and I reached past him to get the shampoo that was sitting on the back corner of the tub. He audibly groaned and I looked up at him, he was blushing brightly. With the shampoo in hand I turned around to wash the baby oil out of my hair. He reached past me and put the soap down on the holder, then I felt his hands on mine as I roughly scrubbed the shampoo into my scalp.He had stepped closer to me and he held my hands still, “You are still so rough with your hair.” He moved my fingers in more gentle motions, making me massage my scalp rather than scrub it.I pulled my hands free from his and spun around to face him, he was still blushing brightly and looked away from me as he pulled his hands free of my hair. My hair was soapy and falling down my face and onto my shoulders and back, “Wash it for me?” I asked.He hesitated but put his hands back in my hair, very gently moving the soap around my scalp and squeezing it down the length of my hair as he carefully piled it up on my head. He started to relax and I turned back around, facing away from him as his hands slid up the back of my neck and he gently worked the shampoo into a rich lather to dilute the baby oil.He groaned and I rubbed the soap between my hands until I worked up a rich lather and ran them from his stomach to his shoulders as he massaged the shampoo through the length of my hair. He was biting his lower lip and I stepped closer to him and ran my soapy hands along his hips and up over his sides. He was really only covered in oil on his left side and back, but his skin was warm and he shivered as my hands cleansed him.He pulled me towards him just a bit and angled the shower head down so that he could rinse my hair. I put my hands on his hips and closed my eyes letting him guide my head as he rinsed the shampoo off of me. He gathered my hair in his hand as he rinsed it and pulled it slightly, I whined just a little and squeezed his hips under my fingers.He ran his hands up the back of my neck and I leaned back towards his palm before he let me go rather suddenly and picked up the soap I had dropped at some point. He started washing himself off quickly and I bit my lip and shifted my weight from one foot to the other.He looked away from me, the blush looked like a bright sunburn going across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as he spoke, “I don’t feel any more oil in your hair. I think you’re good to go.”I sighed slightly and looked down to the ground, feeling a sting of shame course through me as I realized I had enjoyed him touching me. I climbed out of the tub and grabbed a dry towel before quickly heading back to my room.I closed the bathroom door and leaned against it. What the fuck was that?I reasoned with myself that we weren’t really related, we just ended up in the same foster home and were raised as siblings, we weren’t really siblings. We were siblings by circumstance only. Mom would flip out if she knew what had just happened. To her, we were siblings as much as any blood relations were.I squeezed the towel around my hair and got out as much water as I could, then threw the towel on the floor of my room. I should have gone to get a clean set of pajamas, but I didn’t. Instead I walked over to my bedroom door and wedged the back of my vanity chair under the handle, an old trick I learned as a curious teen who just wanted to get off without worrying about her mother running into her room for some stupid reason.I opened my bedside drawer and pulled out the small bullet I kept in it. My trusty little purple nubbly vibrating egg that an old boyfriend had given me for my 16th birthday. Thankfully he didn’t give me that present at my party. Sadly, he tried to make me feel guilty for not letting him use it on me so I broke up with him shortly after…and kept the toy because holy fuck was it fun.I jumped up on my bed and lay back, the little purple device buzzed as I held it against my clit, soft little moans and gasps escaping my lips as I tingled and squirmed. I used my free hand to cup and squeeze my breasts then brought my hand up to my hair to gather and tug my hair gently, as my brother had done.My eyes were closed as I arched my back and let the waves of pleasure course through me. Moving the little bullet down to my pussy I could feel the wetness dripping from me. I opened my eyes and at least a part of me had hoped my brother would be standing at the bathroom door, watching. But he wasn’t.I pouted and turned the egg off before tossing it back into its home in my bedside drawer. I lay there for a little while, legs spread and pussy glistening, pointed directly at the bathroom door before I convinced myself that he wasn’t going to be curious and playful and come check out his little sister.I headed over to my dresser and pulled out a shirt and pair of panties and slipped them on before climbing into bed and falling asleep, oddly disappointed.A few hours after I’d fallen asleep he crept into my room. He just stood by the door for a while, but after a few minutes he approached my bed and very slowly lifted my top, just until the undersides of my breasts were showing. He ran his fingers over them and I shifted in my sleep, causing him to freeze for a minute.Once he was satisfied that I was still asleep, he lifted my shirt up a little higher, exposing my breasts almost fully. He traced his fingers over my nipples and leaned down to very gently kiss and flick his tongue across one then leaned over to do the same to the other. Between the cool air and my brother’s warm saliva, my nipples became firm little nubs and he moaned softly, but the feeling of light sucking woke me up and I watched him in the dark room.His hand went down to his crotch and I’m sure he was stroking himself, but the shadows kept me from being certain of it. He very gently pulled my panties down from my hips, just enough so he could see my slit and mound. He ran his finger tip over the bit of my slit that was visible to him I moaned softly and opened my legs just a bit to encourage more.He made a soft grunting noise and I realized he was definitely touching himself. He pushed his finger between my pussy lips and rubbed my clit very slowly back and forth. I stirred again, it felt so teasing and I kind of wanted him to get a little more daring. I turned on my side towards him, causing him to pull his hand away from me, and I lay my arm over my eyes so I could safely watch him without him knowing I was awake.He knelt down next to my bed and whispered, “’Lex? escort sinop Are you awake?”I didn’t respond and he waited a minute before running the finger he’d used on my pussy over my slightly parted lips. I suckled gently on his finger, in a way that could have simply been instinctual, as though I were sucking my thumb, a habit I didn’t grow out of until well into elementary school.He pulled his finger from my lips and pulled my panties down, working them very slowly down my legs until he pulled them off completely.. He gently pulled my leg and guided me until I was lying on my back again. I let my legs fall open and he whined.He climbed up on my bed and lowered his lips to my pussy. A very soft and gentle kiss greeted me as he moaned against my skin. His lips closed around my clit and his tongue flicked back and forth, causing me to squirm and move my hips towards him just a little. He flattened his tongue against my slit and licked me deeply as I moaned rather loudly and ran my fingers through his hair as he started to pull away.I brought my fingers to my clit and rubbed myself in front of him, “Don’t stop, Max” I whined.He hesitated but watched me rub his saliva around my snatch, eagerly spreading my legs further apart. He lowered himself back down between my legs, my fingers spread myself apart for him and he licked and sucked on me aggressively as I continued to gently and slowly rub my clit in little circles, going just behind the trail his tongue was leaving on me.I sat up and pulled away just a little, but he grabbed my thigh and pulled me back down towards him, he lifted his eyes up to look at me and I leaned my head back as I rested on my hands and arched my hips towards him as his tongue curled over my clit and his fingers found their way into my tight pussy.“Wait,” I cried out almost breathlessly as he pushed his face tighter against me, “Let me suck your cock, please?” I begged as I pushed my hips towards his tongue.He pulled his lips from me and climbed up on my bed. I climbed over him and put my legs on either side of his head as I took his throbbing and precum-coated cock-head between my lips eagerly. He moaned loudly and lifted his hips towards me, pushing his cock to the back of my throat as I lowered my lips down over his shaft.He made a few soft thrusts to meet my lips before he lifted his head to plunge his tongue back between my pussy lips to savor the creamy white fluid that was coating me. I moved my hips down closer to him and he grabbed my butt and held me down to his face, letting me grind my hips and press myself tightly to his tongue as he licked me before plunging it in me in a sharp point that slowly curved within my pussy.I moaned with his cock buried in my throat and he grabbed my thighs tightly as he thrust his hips up, spraying thick ropes of his cum in my mouth. He groaned and pulled me off of him, causing some of his cum to drip from the corners of my lips and onto my shirt.He grasped at me and pulled me up to him, kissing me deeply as his fingers found their way between my legs again. He pushed two fingers inside of me and I winced as he quickly and roughly rubbed against the front wall of my pussy. I moaned and he clamped his lips down on mine, kissing me just as deeply and roughly as he was fingering me. He stopped kissing me just long enough to brush his lips over my ear and whisper, “Cum for me ‘Lex.”He moaned as he felt my pussy clench tight around his fingers. I tensed up and arched my back as my orgasm radiated through my abdomen. He climbed down between my legs and lapped me up until I stopped squirming.He lay down beside me and pulled me over onto his lap, my pussy just resting against his cock. My cheeks and chest were flushed and I was panting with my hands on his shoulders. He cupped the sides of my breasts in each hand and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples, then pulled my shirt back down over them. I lay my head against his chest and closed my eyes, falling fast asleep on his lap as he stroked my hair and back.When I woke up my brother wasn’t in my bed anymore. We carried on about our day as though nothing happened, though blushing glances were stolen from time to time whenever mom wasn’t watching us. We had the usual birthday dinner of my favorite meal, and the obligatory cake and ice cream after. That was that and I was officially 21!Our day was only beginning after dinner. My brother had promised me the last time I saw him that he would take me out for my first legal drink at a bar for my 21st because he knew he had to miss my 20th birthday. I got dressed “for appearances” and packed a bag with my real outfit. What mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. As far as she knew I was wearing a red crop top that just showed my midriff, an almost knee length black leather skirt, and a black lace bolero. Sexy enough to be believable, but still on the conservative side so mom wouldn’t flip out on me.I did, however keep my makeup on the more natural side of things, with the only exception being a subtle smokey eye in a pretty purple shade to highlight my green eyes. My brother tried to keep his cool as I stripped down in the passenger seat to just my underwear and pulled the outfit I’d wanted to wear from my backpack in the back seat.Admittedly it wasn’t the best idea as my brother missed two turns and almost ran over an old man who got a bit of an eyeful as I was only wearing a leather skirt and bra at the time. I ended up in a micro-mini deep violet leather skirt and a hunter green corset style top with small lace gathers that fell on the upper part of my arm to resemble sleeves. The corset wasn’t super tight but it was definitely pushing everything in the right way. My purple bra strap showed due to the “off the shoulder” nature of the sleeve style, but it actually matched my skirt so it looked rather intentional.Mom trusted Max to keep me safe and out of trouble. She underestimated my ability to get him into trouble.We didn’t go to the bar in town, we didn’t even go to the dive a couple of cities over. He drove me out to the big city and took me to a legit 21+ club. Max walked up to the bouncer and whispered something to him, the bouncer looked me over and then let us inside with a smirk plastered on his face.He promised me a fun night where I didn’t have to be responsible and he would look out for me and I held him to that. He bought me my first drink, a long island iced tea. I thought he was playing around and being brotherly in the “I don’t think you can hold your liquor so I’m buying you something simple,” kind of way. I literally thought it was tea and vodka…I was so fucking wrong.I drank it, maybe a little too fast as Max laughed at me, and then I had to sit down for a few minutes as the actual multitude of alcohols almost immediately assaulted my brain. I just sat quietly for a minute, not willing to admit defeat as I fought the fuzzy feeling in my brain.“What was in that?” I asked, certain he’d maybe d**gged me or something stupid like that to scare me. I’d drank with friends i*****lly before and nothing had hit me quite that hard and fast.He smirked, “A little bit of everything and a deceptive splash of cola.”“So no tea at all?”He shook his head, his smirk turning to a smile. He walked me over to the bar and called the bartender over, “Today’s her 21st birthday. Can you make like 10 different cocktails that are smaller than normal?”The bartender looked me over and smiled, “I can, but you still have to pay for the full drink. I’ll mix the full drink and pour her a shot glass full. What flavors do you want?”Max glanced back at me and I felt like I was on display as he turned his head back to the bartender, “Let’s go k** gloves and stick with fruity.”The bartender nodded, “Still have to see her ID, and her name gets put on the board for anyone who wants to buy her a birthday drink,” he motioned to a chalkboard marked ‘Down the rabbit hole…’It already had two names written on it, so Max agreed, figuring only a couple of people would make the effort. He was wrong.Though I spaced everything out pretty safely and mostly only tasted instead of completely downing everything given to me, Max seemed nervous and hyper vigilant about policing the drinks I was being given. After a while I realized he just wasn’t having any sinop escort bayan fun and seemed more stressed over needing to protect me than enjoying spending the time with me.I grabbed his hand, “Drink with me,” I begged.He shook his head, “I have to drive us home.”I pouted and let my eyes get watery as I batted them at him, “We can crash somewhere until morning and drive home then. Please have fun and drink with me?”I nudged one of my drinks towards him and he scowled but took it, “Fine, but I’m not getting drunk.”I smiled and within an hour I had him finishing some of the drinks I hadn’t. He relaxed, and he smiled at me, reaching his hand over to me to push my hair away from my face, “You’re a very troublesome little sister.”I smirked, “I’m not really your little sister, you know? So I can just be a troublesome hot girl in a bar tonight if you want.”He was drunk. Roughly the same level of drunk as me, which was to say not capable of driving, but still capable of walking with slight effort to stay upright. The night got infinitely better as we danced between drinks and it wore on until the club closed around 2 AM. We were definitely still too drunk to drive home, so we started walking around the city looking for a hotel so we could get a room and crash until morning.We were walking down an alley, a large sign on the other end beckoned with the name of a well known hotel chain and we’d already been walking for an hour, when my heel got caught in the weird brick path. I tripped and was laughing as Max tried to keep me from falling, which just caused us both to tumble to the ground.I lifted my head and looked behind me to see my shoe still stuck in the ground then looked back to Max, who was under me, “My shoe fell off.”He lifted up on his hands and looked past me as I re-positioned myself on his lap, and he brought his hand up to the back of my thigh and slid it up to my behind, “Anything else fall off along the way?” he whispered with a still tipsy smile on his face.I tilted my head to the side and looked him in the eye, “Do you have any idea how much a leather and lace g-string costs, dear brother?” I whispered back with a deviant smile.I rocked my hips against his crotch and he groaned as he looked at me. His hand on my backside tightened and he pulled his hand up to my hip to hold me still, “You are my sister…”I pouted and looked behind me and back down the alley as I started to get up, “I’m sure I can find some guy around here willing to…”He squeezed my hip and held me against him, “That’s not fair…I’m supposed to…”I leaned up and kissed him mid-complaint. My hands rested on the back of his neck and pulled him down closer to me as I continued rocking. He hesitated only for a moment before he hungrily kissed back.I pulled free of the kiss and looked him in the eye, “You’re supposed to keep me safe…So you can either scratch this itch for me, or you can suffer with a hard and throbbing dick while some other guy’s cock gets off in me,” I reached between us and unzipped his pants, slipping my hand into the waist of his underwear so I could stroke him gently.He groaned as I smeared his pre-cum around the head of his cock with my index finger. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand from his pants as he slid out from under me. I pouted for a second, but then he grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled his cock out.“What a cocky mouth you have, little sister,” he cooed as he pulled me to his dick and pushed it past my lips.I moaned and lifted my tongue to a point on the underside of his cock as he thrust himself deeper towards my throat. One of his hands gathered my hair and the other ensured his thrusts went down my throat as he held me at the perfect angle to accept him.He only maintained it for a few strokes and his dick pulled free of my lips with a loud slurp, absolutely coated in my saliva as I coughed just a little. I looked up to him, my eyes watering and my lips curving into a smile as he clasped his hand under my chin and leaned down to kiss me softly.He stood up and pulled me to my feet and into the darker shadows of the alley near a tall gothic building. He pulled the straps of my bra down from my shoulders and tugged both my top and my bra until my breasts were sitting above the fabric. They were pushed down far enough that if I lifted my forearm, I would rip the sleeves of my top, and I really loved that top.The air was cold and I shivered as he exposed me to it. He kissed me and ran the palm of his hand from my still clothed stomach and up under my breast, pushing and lifting it as he squeezed and caressed it through the kiss. He knelt down in front of me and pushed my skirt up then slid my panties down and stuffed them in his pocket.He lifted my leg over his shoulder and proceeded to gently and slowly use his fingers to spread my pussy open, licking and prodding me until I moaned and pushed my hips towards his face. He didn’t let me orgasm. As I started grinding my hips against his tongue and lips, he pulled away from me, spun me around and pushed me up against the rough brick of the building.He spread my legs from behind and lifted me from the ground just enough to push into me. I whimpered and instantly tightened myself around him and he grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg open as he reached around me with his other hand and fondled my well lubricated clit. I squirmed and he moaned. He thrust hard and I moaned as my nipples sc****d against the rough brick.His fingers and cock kept me just on the edge of release and he lowered his lips to my neck, kissing softly as he made his way to my ear, “Beg me to let you cum, ‘Lex,” he groaned breathily to me.I turned my head towards him, a deep lust evident on my face as I moaned through his thrusts and gentle caressing, I panted as I begged, “May I please cum on your cock, brother?”He smiled and quickly positioned me on my hands and knees in front of him, his fingers worked my clit faster and his cock pumped in and out of me harder and deeper, until I was practically being pushed to the ground. He used his hand to lift my hips and he smacked my ass gently to get my attention, “Fuck me back, ‘Lexi, show me how badly you want to cum,” he demanded.I put my hands flat on the ground and pushed myself back to meet his thrusts, his balls slapped against my pussy as he bottomed out in me and his fingers dipped down to get the pussy fluids dripping from me so he could slick my clit faster and more aggressively without hurting me. I wasn’t letting him push me forwards anymore no matter how hard he thrust into me. He moaned and stopped thrusting for just a moment, seemingly trying to contain himself and prevent him from cumming in me.I lifted my hips higher and put much effort into thrusting back towards him as he he came forward into me again, “Cum for me now little sister,” he moaned to me.His cock was like a throbbing rock and I cried out and I felt myself tighten around him in sudden spasms. He kept rubbing my clit as he put one hand on my stomach to feel my muscles tighten and release as I orgasmed with his cock deep inside of me. His fingers slowed down and began gently caressing my clit, coaxing me through the orgasm as I squeezed and choked his cock inside of me.He moaned in my ear, “That’s it, cum for big brother.” He stayed still as my orgasm subsided, then he pulled himself from my pussy and grabbed my hand to pull me back around towards him. He stroked my hair and swiped his thumb across my lips as he smiled at me, “Would you like to taste your cum on my cock ‘Lex?” he taunted as he held the head of his cock just out of reach of my partially opened lips.I nodded and he pulled away from me and tucked himself back away in his underwear and began fastening his jeans again. He was still hard and it seemed almost painful for him to do so. He pulled my top back up over my breasts and tugged my skirt down cover my pussy then retrieved my heel from the brick pathway and took the other one off of my other foot. I whimpered and he pulled me up to my feet.“Then don’t ever try to use your safety as a bargaining point again,” he said as he straightened my hair and wiped away some of my smeared makeup. “Now, if you’re a good girl for the rest of the walk to the hotel, I promise you a room with a hot tub and a very eager and willing to please big brother for the duration of our stay in that hotel room, okay?”I nodded and clung to his arm as he held my shoes and we walked the rest of the way down the alley towards the bright light of the hotel sign.
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