"Bye! Have a safe flight!"
He waved his father and new step-mother off. He closed the door. It was just him and his step-sister alone for two weeks while the parentals vacationed to Bali.
No sooner had he settled himself on the couch to watch Sports Center, then his younger step-sister emerged. Her long blond hair cascaded down her back and her outfit left much to be desired. Her short skirt revealed more then her creamy white thighs. If he craned his neck he could see the white lacy thong she wore underneath. Her top left nothing to the imagination either. It tightly pulled across her ample chest, riding up to reveal her bellybutton. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples stood up, rubbing against the softness of the fabric.
Her shoes were the worst of the lot. Six inch heels made him bite his lip in anticipation. He could feel his erection straining against his jeans. Black and spiked, adding more length to her legs. He envisioned her bending over to refasten the buckle on the shoe, giving him a bird's eye view of forbidden fruit.
He shook his head. It wasn't like they were really related. They were only 'brother and sister' by marriage.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
"Out," came her short reply.
He rolled his eyes. He was three years older then her, but sometimes it felt like it was thirty.
"You're going to that party, aren't you?"
"So what if I am?"
"Dad told me that you couldn't go. Your grounded, remember?"
She snorted and flipped her hair. Her blue-green eyes shot daggers at him.
"So, what they don't know won't hurt them," she cooed, folding her arms across her chest. "Besides, you're not the boss of me."
She turned on her heel, reaching for door. She had only just pulled it open when his hand landed on her arm. He pushed the door closed with his free hand before dragging her back into the living room.
He gave her a gentle nudge and she fell onto the couch. She gave an exasperated sigh and crossed her legs. She didn't have time to hear a lecture.
"You're not leaving the house like that," he said, in his best big brother voice.
She rolled her eyes and snorted.
"You look like a hooker."
"That's the point. It's a pimps and ho's party. Everyone else will be wearing it."
"I don't care about everyone else, I care about you. Every sleazy guy in the area will be hitting on you. It's just not worth it."
She shot him a look. "You saying I have to get changed? Agh! You are so unreasonable. Everyone else will be dressed as a slut and I'll be the only fucking nun!" She stood up, rocking a little in the heels. She tugged her skirt down a little and pushed past him.
He grabbed her arm again. "I didn't say you had to change. I just said you weren't leaving the house dressed like that."
Her head snapped back as she stared at him. For the first time since her mother announced that she was marrying his father, she saw a wicked gleam in his eyes. She licked her bottom lip, jutting it out slightly and pouting. It always worked on her mother. Didn't seem to have the same effect on him.
"Fine," she snapped, unhooking his hand from her arm and stormed back upstairs.
He sighed and flopped back on the couch. He had missed most of Sports Center.
He turned the TV off. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.
He headed upstairs and, without knocking, opened her bedroom door. She was sitting on the windowsill, on leg hanging out the open window.
A primal growl escaped from him as he rushed to her, pulling her forcefully back inside and throwing her onto the bed. She cried out as she banged her elbow against the wall. He closed the window and turned to look at her.
She was rubbing her elbow and didn't seem the least bit remorseful for what happened.
"What did I say?" he shouted. "You're not leaving this house dressed like that. If you were determined to go to the damn party you could have least thrown on a coat or something!"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're a prick," she spat.
She moved to stand but he pushed her back. She fell backwards, ungracefully. She glared at him. "You can't keep me here," she told him.
He smirked. "Are you sure about that?"
For a brief moment, the anger in her eyes disappeared, replaced by fear.
He left the room, returning moments later with a pair of stainless steel handcuffs.
Now she was afraid. She backed up, pressing her back against the wall. "Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, her voice soft and meek.
He made a play for her wrist. Missed. She tucked both hands behind her body, keeping them at bay from him.
"You want to play that game, do you?" he asked.
He grabbed her legs, pulling her closer to him. She screamed as he flipped her. She tried to kick him but to no avail as he successfully secured her hands behind her back. For added measure, he coped a feel of one of her breasts. Round and firm, just how he had imagined.
She bucked underneath him, cursing at him. She could feel his cock pressing into her body. It was hard as it digged into the back of her thigh. He tweaked her nipple which caused her to cry out.
"Now, are we going to be good?" he whispered, his lips lightly brushing her ear.
She struggled under his weight but didn't respond.
He stood up, staring down at his 'sister', hands tied behind her back and her skirt had risen up to reveal the curve of her arse. He traced it with his finger. She craned her neck to glare at him.
Without saying a word he reached for her bathrobe, removing the cord. He gave her a full smile as he approached her, swinging the cord mindlessly. She swore at him again, fighting. She was attempting to back herself off the bed and stand.
"Such a dirty mouth for such a little girl," he mocked, kneeling, placing one knee either side of her body. With his hands, he reached up under the skirt and removed her panties. It was a difficult task as she struggled upon his touch, but he was successful. He then go busy tying her feet together with the cord from her bathrobe.
Her breathing was short and shallow. He watched as her chest rose and fell rapidly. He rolled her onto her side. Reaching down her top, he cupped her breast, squeezing gently. She watched him the entire time, a murderous look in her eye. He lowered her top so one breast was free. Lowering his head, he licked her nipple. He sucked on it, watching her reaction. Her eyes closed only for a moment. When they reopened, her gaze was still menacing.
He stood up. Reaching for her panties, he shoved them into his pocket. He was going to get good use out of them.
He pulled open her closet door and pulled out her school neck tie. Returning, he knelt beside her. "Can I trust you to be quiet?" he asked, his hand moving through her hair, his voice soft and gentle.
He placed the tie in her mouth and secured it behind her head. Her eyes were wide, brimming with tears. "Later, sweetness," he teased, pinching her nipple, forcing her to cry out into the gag. "Remember, we have two weeks."
She began to panic, struggling against her binds as he left the room, locking the door behind him.
He went back downstairs, got himself a can of Coke from the fridge and made his way back into the living room.
Turning on the TV, he began channel surfing. He found some old film and sat contently to watch it. He took her panties out from his pocket, playing with the delicate material. He sniffed them, taking in her scent of desire. Before he had taken them off, she had been aroused.
His mind wondered back to her, tied and helpless on her bed. Her cries for help muffled by her school tie. He unzipped his jeans and began to masturbate himself. He was exceptionally turned on. Pre-cum glistened on his hand as he stroked himself. His mind was whirling with thoughts of his helpless 'sister'. It was a scenario that he had thought about ever since their parents had gotten married.
She teased him on a daily basis, strutting around in her school uniform, her skirt shorter then it was ever meant to be. She would flirt shamelessly, flipping her hair behind her, her eyes locked on him in an icy stare that made his blood boil. Whenever her pink tongue ducked out of her mouth to lick her lower lip, his pulse would race.
He shot his load. He hadn't realized how horny he truly was. He reached for a tissue and cleaned himself, zipping his jeans up. It was just the thought of her at his mercy that had set him off.
He was suddenly hard again.
He threw the tissue into the bin and made his way up the stairs. He paused at the bedroom door, his ear pressed against the wood, listening. He could hear soft sobbing coming from inside. It was then he realized he had actually scared her.
He unlocked the door, opening it quietly. Lying on the bed, still bound, he saw her. Her face was tear stained, her tit still hanging out.
He moved closer to her. He could make out the red marks on her wrists from where she had struggled against the handcuffs. The bathrobe cord still held her feet tightly together.
Her eyes opened as she felt the weight of his gaze on her. He reached down, removing the gag from her mouth. "I'm sorry," she gasped. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She was hysterical. Gone were the murderous looks and cussing language.
In a bid to shush her, he placed his hand over her mouth. "I don't want to hurt you," he said, sliding his thumb over her cheek. "I have no desire to hurt you. But I am in charge while the parentals are away."
She nodded meekly.
He reached down and caressed her exposed breast, his hand gliding ever so gently over her nipple. Her eyes closed and he was mesmerised by her breathing.
"I'm going to take my hand away and you're not going to scream?" he said. He meant it as a question, but she knew it was an order.
Slowly he removed his hand. She stayed silent.
He continued to rub her, moving his hand from her breasts to her back, moving slowly towards her arse. His fingers trailed down her spine, following the curves of her body. He ran his finger down her arse, dipping underneath her, grabbing at her exposed pussy. He slipped a finger inside her and she let out a low moan.
"You like that?" he asked. She nodded, panting. He didn't really have to ask. He could feel her body responding to his invasive touch.
He laid down behind her, pulling her body into his. She could feel his erection straining for release from his jeans. She moved her hands, grabbing at him. He growled as she touched him through his pants. She massaged him as he bought her closer to an orgasm.
Then he stopped. He withdrew his finger, giving her a farewell stroke. She felt him move away from her. She craned her neck to see what was happening. She heard him unzip his jeans before he returned, inserting two fingers into her.
She gasped at his touch. He let his fingers explore her being, stopping occasionally to flick across her clitoris. He repositioned his hips and she felt his cock in her hands. She massaged him, alternating her touch from light to squeezing.
He lent down, taking her nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it before gently nipping it. She cried out and in turn squeezed his shaft, tightly. He closed his eyes. Her grip felt so good. He let his tongue flick across her nipple as he inserted a third finger. She groaned as her body accepted the new invader.
Between the rubbing of her hands and the grinding of his hips, it didn't take long for him to blow the creamy load into her hands. He removed his fingers from inside her, scooping up his hot jizz from her hand and smeared some of it across her body. He stuck his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste both him and her. She licked his fingers clean, seductively staring at him.
He removed his fingers from her mouth. She wiggled around, hinting at her own impending orgasm which had been placed on hold. He chuckled, moving down the bed. He pulled her skirt down, sliding it over her hips, then her thighs before ripping it off completely and tossing it to the ground.
He untied her feet, spreading her legs apart, looping each one over his shoulder. He placed his mouth right over her clitoris.
She let out a gasp as his tongue slipped inside her. Her eyes closed and she raised her hips, silently begging for him not to stop.
He lazily licked her slit from top to bottom, inserting his index finger every now and then. He refused to let her come. Everytime she was on the verge, he pulled away, taunting and teasing her, forcing for her to beg him.
"Please," her voice croaked.
He stared into her eyes. The pupils were dilated, her lips parted. She was breathing heavily, a sure sign that she was ready. Of course, the juices that leaked out of her were the other indication that she was ready.
"Please? Please what?" he teased, his tongue darting inside her for a second before retreating again.
"Please, let me come. Please, I'm begging you."
Her voice was pleading but he wasn't satisfied.
"What do you call me?" he asked, trailing his index finger across her sensitive clit.
She said his name, her eyes pleading.
He shook his head and continued his torture.
She cried out in a combination of frustration and pleasure. He stopped again, propping himself up between her legs. He blew cool air onto her pussy, making her jump.
"Let's try again. What do you want?"
She paused. If she repeated herself he'd only continue this torture of her body. She racked her brain. What was it that he said? 'What do you call me?' She stared at the ceiling, her mind whirling with possibilities. Only one seemed logical at a time like this.
"Please, Master. Let me come," she begged.
"Good girl. I knew you'd learn."
He returned to eating her out. She cried out, tossing her head back. She arched her back and dug her nails into the bed covers. It pained her as they were still cuffed behind her back, but it didn't seem to be a top priority. She wanted, nay, needed to come.
She felt it hit her like a tidal wave. Starting at her toes, her orgasm moved up her body. Every nerve was alive, tingling. She shuddered as she let her orgasm rush over her.
He continued to roll his tongue across her clitoris, forcing her come repeatedly.
He slowly stopped and let her relax. He watched her body go limp, her eyes closed, her body glowing with ecstasy.
Her breathing returned to normal and her eyes fluttered open. She tired to push herself up but failed. She rolled onto her side, her wrists still bound behind her. She groaned, struggling to break free. She felt like he had zapped her of all her energy.
She felt his hands on her wrists. She heard the click of the handcuffs unlocking. She sat up, rubbing her wrists. They were red and slightly bruised from where she had fought against her 'brother'.
He placed his hand on hers, touching her bruises lightly. "Did I do that?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Mostly my fault. If I hadn't of tried to get away, these marks wouldn't be here."
He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "True, but it was sexy as hell to watch you fight it." He kissed her. Not rough. Not forcefully. But sweetly. Pleasantly.
She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his well toned body. Her fingers trailed lightly over his chest hair, intertwining with them.
They parted. She cocked her head to side, darting her tongue out to lick her bottom lip. Her eyes bore holes into him. "You want to fuck me, master?" she asked, teasingly. His eyes gleamed and before she knew what was happening, he was above her, pounding into her. He nipped her neck and she yelped. How did he know it was her sensitive spot?
She turned her head, allowing him full access to her neck. He didn't need any prompting as he proceeded to lick, kiss and suck at the tender flesh. The combination of him attending to her neck and pounding into her, sent her over the edge again. Her fingers gripped the bed sheet, her black nails lost in the sea of black satin.
He slowed his rhythm, watching her come. It was the hottest thing he ever saw. He felt her muscles contract around him, squeezing his member, bringing him closer to the edge.
Sweat fell from his brow. A couple more thrusts and he knew he'd be spent. He felt his own orgasm build as she came down from hers. She could feel him spewing his creamy load into her, filling her.
He pulled out of her. The sight of his come mixed with hers, running out of her pussy and down her thigh, excited him. He ran his finger along her leg, catching some of the fluid on his finger, which he offered to her. She opened her mouth, accepting his finger and the mixture of them both.
"Mmmmm," she said, her eyes locked onto his as her tongue swirled around the tip of his finger. "So, what are we doing tomorrow?"