by Candy Quinn
“Zach!” she screeched into the emptiness of the house.
~Chapter 17~
Zach didn’t come home for some time. It wasn’t until supper time when he strolled in with a pizza box in hand, a short sleeved shirt on that was stretched across his broad chest. He’d been out with his car all day, leaving her to stew in anger about what he’d done to her favourite panties.
It made her feel vulnerable and betrayed.
But worse still, the fact that he’d used them to get himself off after what happened between them the night before was making her go crazy. Her body was going wild as her mind tried to keep her from thinking with her pussy.
It was damn hard, though, and when she saw him in that tight shirt, it all dripped away for a moment. The betrayal and outrage, replaced with a burning curiosity.
She tried to hide that, though, her hands on her hips. This time she’d put on a bra, though all she had was pushups, and that just drew more attention to her chest. And how flat she usually was. Still, it was better than her brother sneaking peeks at her tits. Her black turtleneck and jeans helped hide more of her body from him.
“Where have you been?” she asked, though she didn’t wait for a response. “And why were my panties in your room?”
The indignity that rose up in him at first was extinguished by that last question. Her big, brute of a brother brought to staring wordlessly at her. Though such things never last long, and his face contorted to one of irate indifference.
“Don’t ask me why your mess is in my room, you must’ve dropped ‘em there when you were pickin’ up laundry,” he said, turning back to the pizza box, plucking out a slice and heading off towards the living room again.
Sylvia was hot on his heels, though.
She wanted answers, and she wasn’t willing to have him blow her off. She couldn’t believe he didn’t even look half-way mortified! If he’d found her vibrator or something, she’d have died of embarrassment.
“That’s not true and you know it, Zach!”
~Chapter 18~
Zach had a knack for hiding his feelings. Like most men it was kinda beat into him through life. But that was put to the test there, with his sister following him, demanding to know why her panties were in his room.
He was mortified, his cheeks burning red though he did his best to hide that by walking into the living room, away from her.
He was so overwhelmed by it and his struggle to come up with an excuse, it took him a while to do the obvious.
“Wait,” he said, spinning around on her, jabbing his free hand at her chest, right beneath her neck away from her breasts. “You were rootin’ around in my room?!” he said, all anger and indignation, purely in an effort to deflect. “Where do you get off?!” he demanded, but immediately regretted the wording.
It conjured up memories of her climaxing upon her bed, or him getting off into her panties.
She must’ve caught on too, because she looked like she was about to say ‘gotcha!’
But something was holding her back. They were staring at each other, all glares and indignation, both of them at a loss for words as his statement lingered between them.
Heat started to creep up along her cheeks from beneath her dark turtleneck. Her blonde hair was pinned back, and still she looked so adorable.
He had to stop thinking of her this way when he was trying to be pissed!
Her hands were still on her hips, but she was the first to flinch her gaze away.
“I know you took them,” she said, her tone a bit softer.
Zach let the slice of pizza drop onto the coffee table, completely callously. He wiped his hand off on his pants and reached out with his other hand to grasp her shoulder.
“What? You sure you’re just not caught up in one of your dirty lil’ fantasies?” he said so accusatory, wanting to throw it in her face that he’d seen what she was doing. Saw how kinky she could be on her own time. Though he didn’t quite know how to bring that up without making himself lose all focus. It was a dangerous topic for his mind to wander to.
“My dirty fantasies?” his sister scolded, looking at him aghast. “You’re the one jerking off into my panties! My favourite panties, no less! Now they’re completely soiled!”
Zach was fuming. She’d said it so blatantly, embarrassed him so profusely, and his only reaction to that as a man… get angry.
“You sure you didn’t cook that up in your head, you lil’ perv? Oh I know what you do, clampin’ your nipples and shit!” and then in his outrage, he did something incredibly ill-advised. He reached out to tweak her nipple in a pinch.
Her cheeks flushed at his words, but at that brazen pinch, all he found was her thickly padded bra. He could’ve sworn they looked bigger, but it was hard to tell in that turtleneck.
But the action was done, and he didn’t even get to feel that tight little nipple in his finger. He’d been robbed, and she looked indignant.
“Zach!” she practically squeaked, her breathing so hard he thought she might pass out for a second. She took a step back, and for a moment it looked like she was going to turn and run up to her room once more, but she didn’t. Instead she stared at him.
With that the two of them had aired some damn dirty laundry, and both stared at the other, unsure of what to say or do.
The pause felt like an eternity, where neither knew what to say. But Zach tightened his grip on her shoulder at last, and licked his lips. He leaned in close to her, his voice low and gravelly.
“Did you clean ‘em up?” he asked.
He was so close he could smell the cinnamon off her breath, the little bit of fiery sweetness. It suited her that day.
Her blue eyes were cloudy as she stared up at him, and he wondered what she was thinking. If she’d smelled them, if the sight of them had gotten her horny.
Oh, he hoped it got her horny.
Mad, fine, but he wanted her hot and turned on for him.
“I didn’t find them until after I’d done the laundry,” she said, sidestepping the direct answer and giving him an indirect one.
Zach’s eyes narrowed, and he was suspicious of that evasion.
“What’d you do with ‘em then?” he asked through nearly gritted teeth, that repressed anger still beneath the surface of the towering man as he loomed over her, his large hand gripping her shoulder.
“Put them aside,” she said with a shrug, pulling away from his hold, her brows knit.
He always used to tease her when they were growing up about how she’d blink fast when she was telling a lie or something she didn’t want anyone else to know.
And she was blinking like crazy.
Zach grabbed for her with both hands, taking hold of her two slender shoulders and keeping her there as he interrogated her.
“Come on,” he said, trying to soften his voice. “Tell me. What’d you do with ‘em?” He didn’t know what he hoped to accomplish. Initially he wanted to find out if she’d destroyed the evidence, then it devolved into some twisted fantasy of her holding onto them for her own kinky purposes.
His dick guided his thinking, ultimately, and his questioning.
“You holdin’ onto ‘em for somethin’ special, huh?” he said, looking her over, as if his eyes could pierce her clothing. “You… wearin’ ‘em now?” he said, and a grin formed on his face despite his attempts not to.
Now that would be some kinky shit. His sister wearing the panties he’d jerked off into.
She wouldn’t look at him, avoiding his eyes as her breathing started getting shallower, and she was delaying answering him too long. She was trying to come up with a response.
She was struggling to concoct a lie! He just knew it.
“They’re in the laundry!” she said to the ground.
Zach had a propensity for being impulsive, and with his dick in the driving seat, now was no different. He kept a tight hold on her shoulder as he reached down, his strong, grabbing hand reaching for her pants.
“Lemme see her
e,” he said, putting pressure down upon her shoulder, to force her into bending over as he struggled with her to free her of her pants and see what panties she wore.
~Chapter 19~
No, no, no, no! How could she have been so brazen? Why had she put them on?
She knew how wrong it was, how gross. But she was just... curious. And honestly, she didn’t figure he’d be home at all that night. It was a Saturday, after all, and he usually was over at Jacob’s.
She twisted away from him, her jeans luckily holding true, though he picked her off the ground for a moment and her feet flailed.
“Let me down, Zach!”
He was so much bigger than her, but still her struggling and the tightness of her jeans made it difficult, and as she squirmed to get away, they tumbled to the sofa together. The two of them were an intertwined mess, but with that huge bulk of his frame atop her, she wasn’t escaping anywhere anytime soon.
Zach pressed upon her, her hand pushing at his thick forearm, bulging with veins, in absolute futility as he worked at her fly.
“C’mon, just a peek, lessee,” he said, grinning so deviously as he fought with her to get them down, even just a few inches to confirm!
She knew it was useless to fight back. Her head was spinning with so many regrets as she tried to bat him away.
But wasn’t that what she wanted? Why else would she have worn the panties he’d jerked off into if it hadn’t gotten her hot?
After her anger had subsided at him stealing her stuff, she couldn’t help herself. It was dirty, but it turned her on like she couldn’t believe. But she didn’t want him to know that!
Those tight jeans were almost all the defense she needed in and of themselves, but her brother was strong, too strong, and he brute-forced them down over her hip, exposed her pert little round ass. And he stared. Oh how he stared.
~Chapter 20~
“Damn,” he said in disbelief, unable to believe the truth of what he’d suspected. No, hoped. He couldn’t have reasonably expected her to be wearing them.
There, his little sister lay beneath him, those filth, cum-stained panties he’d jacked off into only a few hours before lay clutched tightly against her sex.
She was breathing hard from the struggle, but now they’d both had all their cards laid on the table. He knew that she was into some kinky shit behind closed doors, and she knew he was into her. And now, there between them, she’d sealed the deal whether she knew it or not.
And she didn’t put up a fight. Not then. She was just staring at him in shock, like she was waiting to see what he’d do.
His hand went to her sex, pressing his fingers in against her and cupping it.
She felt warm. Real warm.
It only thrilled him all the more, made him prod at her little cunny with excitement, rubbing along it through those dirty panties. The smell of their sexes intertwined upon them.
Oh, he’d been with women before of course, but this… this was like starting anew all over again. Rubbing at his sister’s little twat atop the couch, as she was pinned beneath his massive bulk. His own breathing rising as his jeans swelled with his throbbing manhood, so desperate with his need for her.
She was panting for breath, but she wasn’t protesting. Maybe she’d finally accepted it, and was ready to hand it over to him. He found himself wondering again if she was a virgin, and he could barely believe what it did to him.
The idea of being his sister’s first fuck thrilled him like nothing else. Not winning the game, not having his little ring of groupies, not anything. Just his little gymnast sister, squirming beneath his hand as if she wanted him to keep going far more than she wanted to be let go.
There was only one way to check, though, and he certainly wasn’t going to give her a chance to change her mind.
The whole house was theirs, and so he had no shame, no hesitation as he rubbed at her little cunny, then slowly began to tug the garment aside and slip his fingers in against her bare, wet slit. That delightfully tiny little hole so wet for him as he reached and lightly felt out that barrier that marked her as an innocent.
“Damn sis,” he said without even thinking about it. Calling her by that familiar title brought a chill down his spine at the perversity of it all. Then a shiver of delight at how taboo it was.
She’d obviously shaved recently, the skin so soft and smooth, and it just made her feel even more slippery. It only took him a few seconds of playing with her that it felt like she was going to soak through her panties altogether, and she bucked her hips up.
He didn’t know what that was supposed to achieve, if she was trying to get away or just make him take her then and there.
“You’re scum, Zach!” she said, but her body was speaking an entirely different language. Really, with how distracted he was with fingering her, she could’ve easily gotten away. Kicked her foot out, rolled off the couch, anything. He lightened his grip on her, just to see what she’d do, his finger still working her little twat.
“And that’s the way you like it, huh?” he said, taunting her as he kept her against him, his dick throbbing against her ass as he fingered her soft labia, teased her little clit. “You came at me all fire about jerking off into your panties, but… here you are. You like it,” he said with such perverse glee. “Fuckin’ sick,” he hissed into her ear.
He had her pegged, he just knew it. She was into even kinkier things than him. The more wrong it was, the more she liked it.
He grinned at the thought, at the idea of what he could do to her. Of what she’d let him get away with. They had another week with the house all to themselves, so he didn’t have to rush. He could take his sweet time and really enjoy his wanton sister.
If he could only resist her himself.
He brushed against her clit once more, and her eyes rolled back, her entire face contorted with such pleasure before the angry fire came back to it once more.
“You’re gonna be in so much shit when they get home,” she cursed, but her legs kept slowly parting, and her breathing was ragged and shallow.
Zach squeezed his arm around her tighter in a pointed response to her remark, all while letting his fingers touch and tease that warm, wet little pussy of hers. He worked her body to please and tease as much as he did to just explore her, enjoy her soft, warm feel.
“Oh yeah? You’re gonna tell them, are you?” he said, grinning and so entirely sure she’d never do any such thing. He only got bolder, moving his other arm down to her stomach, then pushing his hand up beneath her sweater, feeling her taut little tummy as he reached up. “You’re gonna tell mom and dad that I fingered your wet lil’ twat as you wore the panties I jerked off into? Moanin’ and enjoying it all the while?”
Her lashes fluttered downwards and such a flush of shame crossed her face, and he knew he had her. She wasn’t ever going to tell another soul. She was his, just as he’d said. His little, willing slave.
She looked so sweet beneath him, her skin so warm to his touch. She was so wet — he’d never had a girl get this wet when he fingered them before — and he just spread the juices around, torturing her even more than himself... he hoped.
Though he couldn’t control himself entirely, and found himself grinding against her tight, round ass, slow and firm as he explored her labia, brought his other hand up in under her shirt and tugged down her bra to grope at her tits beneath. They might’ve been small, but he was no less ravenous for them.
It was all building to such a tempo, he was having trouble controlling where it was going. He wasn’t known for reigning in his desires after all.
“You’re all mine now, lil’ sis,” he growled into her ear in a low murmur, his two hands working at her, his dick grinding into her ass. Those points of contact all working away. “And you’re gonna be my lil’ pet now, without the reward I promised last night.”
~Chapter 21~
Reward? She couldn’t even remember what the reward was. Her mind was hazy and filled only with need.
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nbsp; He had her pinned, so it really wasn’t her fault, right? It wasn’t her fault she was giving into him, that she was so turned on she thought she might cum if he just touched her clit one more time. Her legs spread as she felt his cock grow, and her breathing was so high in her chest she could barely get any oxygen.
And then his fingers grabbed around her nipple, just as he’d tried to through her turtleneck, but this time he clasped on. It was the same one she’d put the clothes pin on, and it made her squeal. He’d watched her. He’d seen her in her bedroom, when she was alone and in private.
Was that what started everything? Him seeing her getting off?
She gasped, her hips bucking without her permission, and she was so fucking close and he took his hand away. She looked up at him with wide eyes, anxiety running through her mind. Why’d he stop?
Instead of giving her that pleasure she craved so dearly, he grinned at her, malicious and controlling. He was in the driver’s seat, and he pulled everything to a crashing halt.
“Beg for it,” he commanded, staring into her eyes so intensely as he teased her. He gave a twist of her nipple, and that alone was almost enough to make her fly over that edge, but with each passing moment he wasn’t touching her poor, untended pussy it grew less and less likely.
But it was wrong. He was her brother, and she shouldn’t be letting him touch her like this. But she wanted it, so bad. She wanted to know what it would feel like, his big cock spreading her open. She pressed her breast into his hand, grinding against his cock with her ass harder.
Her breathing was so shallow, and for a moment, she found herself even wanting him back there. It was wild, crazy thinking, but it didn’t matter. She was so turned on that she’d lost all her grip on reality.
She’d just do it, this once. Just one time. Then their parents would be home, and they’d go back to normal.