My Brother My Slave Ch. 03

*All Characters in this story are fictional and are over the age of 18.*


Jeff looked out his window into the back yard, admiring the view. Particularly he was interested in the 19-year-old woman in the blue bikini sunning herself. The sun was just right and glistened off of her oiled skin as she lay, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. Jeff's pants felt tight as blood rushed from his thinking head and towards the pulsating head in his groin. He wanted her, but then that hadn't changed since last week when she'd caught him spying on her. She'd fucked him and he'd cum deep inside her body. The experience had been completely unparalleled. His orgasm has been the most intense that he could remember. As amazing as those facts were, the one that nearly made him cum from the realization was, it was his extremely hot older sister.

Emily had extracted from him his loyalty and also his cum, using his cock as the delivery service. He willing did things for her that before he'd been indignant about. If she called, he answered, if she wanted something, he got it and if she wanted to fuck, he obliged with lustful virility. He craved it and hated it. He knew he was her slave and he couldn't think of how to get out from under her demands without also being ousted from her pussy.

He was afraid of angering Emily, lest she withhold his newfound pleasures. He was even afraid to ask for favors, fearing that she might punish him for daring to insinuate his own desires above her own. She had him by the balls, and as long as she emptied them, he would just bare through it.

As he watched, Emily's form shifted and she began to untie the string straps of her bikini top. He openly stared as she removed the top and began to apply more tanning lotion to her bare breasts. His hard-on now solidly tenting his shorts, became extremely uncomfortable. Emily had made it explicitly clear, he wasn't to make himself cum. She was in control. If she wanted him to cum, he would, if not, he would suffer through. Somehow, she would know, he was certain of it.

Jeff's erection became nearly intolerable and he pulled his shorts down and slowly stroked the sizable cock, feeling the slight ease of pressure as he squeezed his shaft as his eyes focused on her massaging hands. Emily's lips parted in what looked like a gasp. Jeff gripped his length tightly as he felt a burst of precum slither up his shaft.

Thankfully, their parents were at work, and were not due back for another four hours. Jeff's hand returned to stroking. Emily's left hand began to massage the nipple of her left breast. Her right hand began to slip down her chest to her toned stomach. Jeff's rapt attention followed Emily's right hand as it reached the waistband of her bikini bottom and slipped beneath the fabric. He felt another drop of precum ooze forth as the form of Emily's fingers, visible through the blue fabric, dipped between the folds of her own sex. He clamped his shaft again as he noted how the form of her hand bobbed up and down and he had little doubt as to their movements.

He looked at Emily's face and saw the clear expression of pleasure. She rubbed herself for a few seconds and then withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth. As she licked her finger, she turned and looked straight at Jeff's window, a piercing expression lighting her gorgeous face.

Jeff felt himself nearly cum and he clamped down hard around the base of his throbbing cock. He looked away, worried that Emily could see him through the glass. Her expression told him she'd seen and known precisely what he was doing.

Although, technically, Emily had told him he couldn't cum, not that he could bring himself close. But her antics had almost pushed him beyond that point. As her tongue had licked her fingers, he'd nearly creamed all over the window. He looked back to see if she'd returned to her self-indulgent breast play. To his dismay, she wasn't there. Jeff felt his heart sink as the back door slammed shut.

He could hear Emily climbing the stairs and fleetingly thought about pulling up his shorts, but it struck him as stupid given his extremely visible boner. Trying to hide it would betray his activities, not to mention make her anger more severe. Betrayed by his own cock, he opted to leave them around his ankles

Emily burst through the door, a mixture of stern annoyance and flying cleavage. She hadn't bothered to put her top on and her sensual form was reaffirming his cock even as he dreaded what was coming, and most notably, he thought, not he.

"I thought I told you no jerking yourself!" Her jaw was set and firm as she pointed to his twitching cock.

"I uh...um well, I..." Jeff fumbled with his words.

"You what? Couldn't help yourself?" She looked at him with incredulity. She shook her head. "I swear Jeff, if you didn't have such a gorgeous cock, you'd be lucky to have any woman think you're worth it. You're such moron." She walked up to him. "Now, answer me truthfully Jeff."

"Well you never said I couldn't jack off, you only said I couldn't cum, I didn't break that." He looked away, glancing back to gauge her reaction.

"What the fuck do you think would happen if you jacked off Jeff? You'd suddenly go soft and be done with it. You know maybe I should just call you Jack-off Jeff. Seems every time I see you, your cock is in your hands!"

She moved closer grabbing his softening member in her hands. Now that this magnificent dick was out, she saw no sense letting it go to waste. She began to stroke it back and forth and Jeff, in spite of himself felt the blood surge back into his shaft. Her soft fingers, still moist from the tanning lotion felt like velvet pleasure on his shaft.

"Jack-off Jeff." She said again. "I suppose now you want me to let you cum, don't you?" She gave a squeeze and he felt his body respond, sending another drop of precum to his tip.

It had been three days since he'd "forced" her to have sex with him. He'd done everything he could not to disobey her. Emily, for her part, had done everything to frustrate him. From walking out of the bathroom naked, to going without panties and bending over for him to see as she left to jog, or even groping his jeans when the family had gone out for Italian last night. The attention he was getting, or lack thereof was building up a considerable ache in his 18 year old balls. Today, the view of her sunning herself had just been too much to stand and he'd actually begun to stroke himself.

Emily understood guys needed to cum; especially when they hadn't had sex recently. The greater the time between lays, the more packed their body's became. By three days, she suspected that Jeff's balls were already aching to deliver their precious shipments. A shipment she wanted to expedite as long as it was under her direction.

Truth be told, cum had always fascinated Emily. She'd first given a handjob to her boyfriend and had been surprised when the pearly liquid began pumping itself out of his cock. Since that experience, Emily had found men cumming to be extremely intriguing. A man's penis was extremely fun to watch as it spasmed, pulsed, and splurted that pearly liquid whenever and wherever she might allow. Emily had watched more than a few guys cum from school. Jeff's cock was larger than any other she'd ever seen and she had not yet watched him cum, really watched it burst from the tip. Oh she'd felt him cum. Jeff had been the first guy she'd ever actually felt cum. His cock was long enough and thick enough that when it jerked about inside her, releasing rope upon rope of semen, she'd actually felt it. She wanted more. She wanted to throw him down and feel the pulsing delivery of his cum. But this situation would have to be dealt with. He wasn't allowed to cum, not at all, unless she permitted. Knowing full well that he would give a bigger blast if he had to wait, she'd fought her own self control to keep from jumping him whenever her parents were out. Her own fixation on him had already required a change in batteries on her favorite vibrator.

But his little stunt was giving her an idea. He wanted to cum, she wanted to watch him cum, what could be a more perfectly agreeable situation?

She released his cock and pointed to the chair by his computer. "Sit."

Jeff sat in the chair and Emily walked up to him, sauntering seductively. She took his head in her hands and tilted it down. "Take them off."

Jeff reached to kick off his shorts.

Emily sighed in exasperation, "My bottoms Jeff, not yours."

Jeff froze and looked up at her, as if unsure he'd heard her correctly. Emily made a gesture of impatience, wondering how he was so smart in tech and so stupid with sex.

"Well, do you want to empty those balls, or do you want to go on staring at me out the window." She took her fingers and walked them up his chest. As she touched his lips then nose, she emphasized, "Jack-off Jeff?" Her index finger tapped his forehead. Jeff sat for a moment longer.

"The longer you wait, the longer those poor balls are going to be so very, very blue, little brother."

Jeff's hands lifted and looped into her bikini bottoms and began to tug them down. Her arousal was easily evident by the musky scent of her sex. He wanted to lick her, taste her on his way down, but didn't want to make a mistake, lest she walk away.

He pulled them to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Jeff still held them as he sat back up.

Emily leaned forward, her breasts falling in front of his face. "Now I want you to wrap them around your cock and Jack...Off....Jeff. " She punctuated the last three words with a seductively commanding tone, emphasizing each.

Jeff could hardly think as his sister's full breasts lay bare in front of him. His cock was rock hard. His balls ached with need, and he wasn't sure what she wanted him to wrap around his cock. In his mind he could see himself fucking her gorgeous tits, but without her direct permission, he didn't dare suggest it. He looked down at her swim suit bottoms, still in his hands. He glanced up for confirmation. Emily only lifted her eyebrows at him.

Jeff wrapped the blue bikini bottoms around his aching cock and began to stroke, slightly self conscious about jerking off in front of his sister. Ironic, jerking off had gotten him into this situation, and here he was back at it again. His eyes glided over her as he stroked slowly, grabbing the skin of his cock so as not to rub it raw with the suit.

"And Jeff, I want you to stop right before you cum." She said with authority. "I'm going to let you cum, but I want you to tell me before you do, and NOT as you're cumming, understand? BEFORE!"

Jeff only nodded and continued to glance at her body and then back to the floor. Emily wanted to make sure she didn't miss the show and needed him to realize her control.

Emily stood with her legs parted, just enough so that he could see the lips of her pussy and the outline of her clit. He watched her stomach and then looked up at her nipples and felt his cock grow in his hand. He slowed even more as the material of her swim suit felt rougher with his arousal. Emily noticed and turned on her heal and walked out of his room.

Jeff sat in his computer chair, cock in hand, unsure of whether he should just keep going or wait. A moment later Emily, still completely nude walked into his room carrying short wooden stool and a bottle of something. She set the stool down and straddled it, perching on the supports so that her knees came forward, spreading her legs and her beautiful lips. He could actually see the lips in detail, slightly pressed on the stool and showing the hood of her clit as she leaned forward.

Emily's hand removed his from his shaft and she unwrapped her bottoms from his cock.

"On second thought Jeff, let's not get your cum on my brand-new bikini. Here, use this, you're getting a little red." She handed him the small bottle and he noticed it to be silicon sex toy lube. He flipped the top and poured a small amount on his hand.

He was grateful to have a lube as her swim suit was getting a bit dry. He idly wondered if could steal a pair of her panties form himself, but blanched at the thought of discovery. He kept his fist firm as he penetrated it with his length. He glanced up and saw Emily watching him, he paused.

Emily noted his hesitation and let out another exasperated sigh. "If you want to cum, I get to watch." He began stroking again. Emily decided that she might be able to help him out and eyes on his stroking cock, she reached down and began to rub her clit.

Jeff glanced up from the floor and noticed Emily's hand now obscured his view of her pussy, but his next thought was that he didn't mind all that much as he watched her rubbing her clit on the stool in front of him. As he stroked, she rubbed and he could see the glint of her juices coating her fingers. He involuntarily sped up as he watched. More than once he'd sat in this chair, jerking to some porno where a girl was getting herself off. It was one of his favorite things to watch.

Emily felt tension slowly building in her groin. Her fingers danced about her clit, avoiding hard pressure that often brought too intense sensation. She was watching Jeff and saw him speed up. She smiled inwardly, it was working. Jeff stroked a few times and then stopped, gripping the base as his cock jerked once, then once again resumed his fists up and down movement. She didn't mind guys jerking off in front of her, but when they came, they'd better keep their hands off if they expected to cum on her. When Jeff's cock pulsed three times before he was able to stroke again, Emily reached out and smacked his hand away. He was too close and she wasn't about to let him finish himself.

Jeff let go of his cock with a whince as he noticed Emily's glare. "I told you to stop before you got too far." She poured some of the lube into her small hand and took hold of his member. As she began to stroke him she felt hisbody stiffen and she clamped down on the base of his cock. The muscles at the base of his cock lurched three times before subsiding. She stroked up and down, making sure she applied a little pressure and twisting slightly when she reached the super sensitive head.

Jeff groaned as she pumped her fist up and down, up and down. Emily watched the tip of his cock, glancing up at his face to gauge how close he was. She felt his body tense as she delivered stroke upon stroke. Emily's left hand reached out and began to gently squeeze his sac. She quickly hid her smile as he almost came out of the seat.

He looked down at her. "Please Em....please slow down, I can't...."

Emily knew he was almost to the point of no return. She kept stroking. He tensed. She kept stroking. His toes curled up and his thighs flexed. She kept stroking. "Em.......oh.....I.....oh....."

Emily smiled. Jeff had crossed the threshold. She felt the first jerk of his cock, then three seconds later another. Glancing at his balls she saw them rise and as his cock jerked again, Emily let go of his cock and squeezed firmly, but gently on his balls.

Jeff's face contorted. He felt like he was balancing on a diving board. As Emily stroked him, he felt his balance falter. It's the sensation you have right before one falls off the height, the moment you know you're starting to fall. Muscled poised, breath caught, Jeff fell. Liquid pumped from his balls, squirted from his prostate, surging, mixing, blazing it's way up his cock.

Emily watched as Jeff's cock dipped down and then sprang up as the spasms began. The second time it dipped, she saw the cloudy droplet form on the tip of his cock. As his cock surged up, the first thick rope of cum hit her chest, across her breasts and face, barely missing her right eye. She unconsciously licked her lips and tasted him. As the second launch of his semen began, Emily moved forward, mouth open. As his cock lifted, letting loose another surge of cum, her mouth closed over the head. Jeff's eyes shot down as he watched his cock jerk about like a pump, filling Emily's mouth with his masculine cocktail. He was shaking as four pleasurable waves of sperm exited his tip. His groin lurched with each contraction, emptying his aching balls.

Emily felt five strong pulses from his cock and then felt this begin to diminish as his body ran out of semen to pump. His cock jerked even as little cum made it to her. She sucked him hard, pulling his cum to her, drawing up the shaft, drinking it, milking it, urging it to flow into her mouth. She drew finger up his shaft and Jeff yelped. Emily began to swirl her tongue and his cum around the super sensitive head of his cock. At the same time she squeezed his sac again. A final jerk sent the last of his cum into her mouth.

Releasing his cock, Emily ran her tongue around in her mouth and then looked him in the eyes as she swallowed her mouthful. Jeff's muscles felt like jell-o. Emily rose and walked to the door, turning to him. "When you're cock is hard again, I need to be fucked, and I expect not to wait long." She used a finger to gather his cum from her breast and then slipped the cum covered finger between her pussy lips as she turned and left her still shaking, speechless brother.


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