P is for Poppet

As I put myself away you glance around, your legs still shaky. Apparently nobody noticed our quick public assfuck. I take you and hold you gently in my arms, hiding your hands between us. I kiss away your tears and whisper in your ear, "I love you, sis."

"Passionately?" you say with a breathless giggle.

"Yes, dear. Proudly." You feel yourself blush. What a treasure it is to have a big brother who loves you so.

I throw some money on the table and grab the chain between your wrists. You had thought that I was going to remove the handcuffs before we left, but apparently that's not the case. One more quick kiss and then I gently lead you towards the door like a puppy on a leash. Your post-cum languor is too comfy and warm for you to object to being hauled through the restaurant like some kind of combination criminal and plaything. Besides, there is a kind of secret pride in having your hands cuffed together and being led away by your brother after having been used so shamelessly. It's a public display of how desirable you are, isn't it? You nod sleepily at the maitre'd as you're dragged by. Somehow unsurprised at the sight of a pretty girl being pulled along by handcuffs, he smiles and gives you a knowing wink.

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