Five
Ethan stared at his phone, lost.
“Why hasn’t she texted?” He asked himself as he locked and
unlocked his phone. It was almost seven and Sarah would have finished work two
hours ago. Normally Sarah would be sending him risky messages at work,
desperate to talk to him. Why was she quiet all of a sudden?
“What’s wrong dear?” Jane asked him, her motherly instinct kicking
in. They hadn’t been back long from town. Samantha had wandered off on her own
for a while and Jane had to sit in the car for at least twenty minutes waiting
for her. When she asked where she had gone Samantha was coy, just saying she
had to pick some personal stuff up.
“Sarah hasn’t texted me for a while now. Normally she messages me
as soon as she leaves work. Im worried-“
“Don’t me daft” Jane cut him off, chuckling to herself. “She is
probably letting you spend some time with you mother and Sister. Im sure she
will message you later on. So, stop worrying and come look at what I’ve picked
you up form the store. Im sure you will like it” Jane smiled. Ethan felt a
little better. His Mum was always right on this type of thing. After all, she
had been a girl Sarah’s age too and knew how women’s minds worked much better
than he did.
Ethan followed his Mum to the kitchen. She turned with a beaming, proud smile. on the counter stood a crate of twelve cans of Brewdog Beer, a large two large Dominoes Pizzas and a birthday cake.
"Who has the best Mum in the world?" She laughed. Ethan smiled.
"I don't know. maybe we can find out and she can give you lessons" He replied in his own cheeky way. Jane scrunched up her face and playfully punched his shoulder. She felt happy joking with Ethan again. He had been too serious for far too long.
"Like your cake birthday boy" Samantha joked to him from the other side of the kitchen. Ethan eyed her up and down as the memories of what happened earlier came rushing back to him. As did the aching. Samantha had gotten changed, and was wear a bright blue bikini which was at least a size to small for her, her tanned breasts unable to fit properly inside. She also wore a thin pair of white shorts, the fabric almost see though. Ethan could tell she had no underwear on underneath, else the outline of her thong or panties would be visible. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Samantha grinned. Was she wearing this for him? To work him up further?
"Why the hell are you wearing a bikini Sammy?" Jane asked, confused. Samantha blushed. She wasn't used to Jane being so abrupt with her. Maybe she could tell something was happening that shouldn't be.
"Im warming the hot tub up. Well...i was about to" She replied, making sure Jane suspected nothing.
"Ha! Good luck with that! " She chuckled. "it takes around ten hours to heat up. So you're going to be waiting a while!" She laughed. Samantha pouted. She hated not getting her own way and hated even more looking like a fool. Ethan felt a sense of victory. Samantha had had him teased and tormented most of the day, and now a little karma had caught up to her. Samantha saw his rye smile and gave him a scowl. Ethan quickly went pale.
"I think I will have a nice soak in the tub. Pamper myself after that long drive" Jane said, heading out the kitchen. Ethan smiled to himself. Despite really not wanting to come here, to spend all his waking moments with Sarah, he was glad he came.
"What you smirking at then?" Samantha butted in, breaking his inner refection.
"Oh! Nothing. Don't worry about it" Ethan replied, the smile quickly disappearing from his face. Samantha looked at him quizzically.
"I thought you would like this outfit. Give you a nice, long hard look at my body. This way you can fantasies about me even when Jane's around" she said, bitterness in her voice. Samantha had always been a bit of a brat. No matter how close they were she would always loose her temper at the flick of a switch.
"Guess you don't like my body" she added, he face turning from sour to sad in a flash. Ethan knew it was an act. Still, his inner brother full of empathy came gushing out in droves. He fell right into her trap.
"Of course I like you're body Sam! You're gorgeous. You know that! Look at how many guys constantly try it on with you!" Ethan replied, his voice almost exasperated. Samantha pouted again.
"You just wish it was Sarah here in a bikini showing you her body, don't you?!" She pressed, her voice breaking into a whine. Deep down Ethan knew it was an act. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear.
"Even though I love nothing more than spending time with Sarah, there is nobody is want here on holiday for my birthday than you" Ethan replied. Samantha was laughing inside. She fought back the smile which was aching to spread across her face. Ethan was so easy to manipulate. She could always persuade him to do or say anything she wanted which, if she was being honest, she found endearing.
"Prove it then" Samantha demanded, her face finally giving war to a piercing grin.
" What?" Ethan stammered back in confusion.
"You heard me babe. Prove it. If you like my body as much as you say you do you won't have any trouble proving it" Samantha persisted. Ethan stared at her for a moment, unsure of what to say or think.
"Fine! Just come with me" Samantha finally said, breaking the silence. She grabbed Ethan by he wrist and began to walk him out the kitchen, with Ethan following, almost zombielike. As if he were a dog being taken on a walk. Ethan watched Samantha as she lead him through the cabin, admiring her body as she did. Her tight ass looked like an apple squeezed into shorts far too small for it. He wanted to reach your. To squeeze it. Samantha must have read his mind, as she turned her head slightly, their eyes locking and flashed him a seductive smile.
"Get in" Samantha said, her voice resuming the serious tone from the Kitchen .
"The bedroom?" Ethan asked, unsure of what Samantha wanted.
"Damn right. Get inside now!" She replied, strongly, almost pushing Ethan through the door.
"So how are you planning on making me prove I like your body then?" Ethan asked once inside, his tone flirting with sarcasm. Samantha smirked.
"Take your shorts and underwear off and get your cock out. Now" She demanded. Ethan blushed. His head pounded. His heart felt like it would jump out of his chest on anxiety.
"I can't do you. That would be..." Ethan paused.
"Be wrong? That what you're going to say? Well, sorry to say babe but it was wrong for me to rub your cock in the kitchen. For me to make you leave pre cum stains in your shorts. For me to get those balls oh so swollen and full. So sorry babe, but we passed wrong a long time ago. Now get your cock out of I will get it out myself. And I won't be gentle about it either!" Samantha said. Ethan's eyes darted about the bedroom, half expecting a hidden camera to be filming his next move, of his Mum to calm storming in files with a thunderous rage. But nothing happened. Instead Samantha stares at him, her eyes transfixed on the slowly growing cock in Ethan's shirts. She folder her arms and tilted her head to once side.
"Well....I'm waiting" she pressed him again. Ethan didn't have a choice. Slowly her unbuttoned his shirts, sweat dripping from his forehead. His fingers clammy. He slide then down to a chuckle from Samantha.
"Iron Man boxers? Seriously" she laughed. Ethan blushed again. Samantha signalled for him to take them off too. Ethan tugged on the waist band, hesitent to reveal what was inside. Samantha felt flushed. Her pussy began to throb and drip at the outline of Ethan's cock pressing against his boxers. Throbbing. Pulsating for her. For her body. She bit her lip as Ethan quickly pulled them down. She felt slightly disappointed. She had hoped for Ethan to act more sexual, rather than pulling his boxers down reminiscent of removing a plaster. Still, her eyes widened at the sight of his exposed cock. Twitching for her, naked for her to see. She wanted to reach out and touch it. Feel it throb against the palm of her hand. Cup the balls which seemed swollen and tender. Aching to be emptied. Not yet, she thought. She wanted to take her time. To enjoy herself.
"Good boy. Now, wrap your hand around that throbbing cock of yours. But don't move it. Don't jerk off. Just hold it for me" she said, feeling her body begin to tremble in a mix of excitement and apprehension. Ethan stood still. He couldn't make eye contact with her. His lip trembled. He wasn't upset. Far from it. He felt more turned on than he ever had in his life. No. He wasn't upset. He was scared. Scared of what Samantha may may him do. Scared of getting caught. Scared most of all that he was enjoy it.
"Don't keep me waiting babe. Looks like your cock is desperate for you to touch it as much as I am" she giggled girlishly, playfully. It only made Ethan feel more embarrassed.
"Why? Why do you want me to do this Samantha?" Ethan asked, a slight tremor quivering in his voice. Samantha sniled sweetly.
"You're proving to me how much you like my body. You're proving to me that you wouldn't rather have anyone else here instead of me....not even Sarah" She replied, her finger slowly tracing down from her supple red lip, past her chin and gently down her neck. She felt tingling all over her body. A heat which was almost unbearable. She controlled herself.
"If Sarah was here in sure you would be hard for her. I'm sure she would be sucking your cock or something. Obviously I can't do that. Not yet anyway" Samantha said, pausing to give off another girly giggle and give Ethan a suggestive wink. "So I want to see you pretend it's me stroking you, sucking or...hell, even fucking you. I want to see how hard it makes you. See you prove to me how badly you want you big sisters tight, wet pussy dripping around your fucking cock. Understand?". Samantha surprised herself at the brashness of what she said. She didn't expect that to come out. She wanted to say sorry. To say she had gone to far. But she couldn't. Her body, her mind, it wouldn't let her.
Ethan's hand trembled as it got closer to his twitching cock. Samantha stared at him, watching, waiting. She licked her lips, her body washed with nervous anticipation.
"Do you really want me to-" Ethan asked, but Samantha interupted him by waving her finger in the air, signalling his silence. Slowly but surly, Ethan took a gentle grip around his shaft. He felt embarassed. Ashamed. Exposed. HIs cock twitched to his familiar touch. He swallowed. Samantha grinned.
"Good boy. How hard does it feel?" She asked, giving Ethan a suggestive wink and pressing her breasts towards him.
"Really hard" Ethan stammered back. He wasn't lying. He doubted that even Sarah had made him this hard before, even when they spend hours kissing and touching each other on the sofa.
"Good boy. See how nice of a sister i am. So, am i making you want to stroke it babe?" She smirked. Ethan put his head down to the floor. Samantha knew he wanted to. She could see the twitching of his wrist. The trembling in his knees. The weakness in his eyes.
"I guess so" He replied, trying to sound as calm s possible. Samantha huffed. Ethan continually tried ot reduce the sexual tension she was trying to build between the two of them.
"Hey! Eyes on me Ethan!" She snapped, forcing his head ot jolt up and look at her.
"That's better" She continued. " Now, i want you to be honest with me. If you don't like to my questions then i will let you stroke your cock. But only when i say you can, ok?" Samantha said. Ethan nodded. He knew resisting her owuld make be of no use.
"Good boy. So, Ethan, tell me. Have you ever jerked off ot my tits before? I know they have made you had so many times. I've lost count of the times you had ot hide a throbbing erection with a pillow when we were watching a film. So, have you ever jerked off thinking about them? Maybe imagined shooting rope upon rope of cum on them?" She purred. Ethan shuffled his feet. His cock twitched in the palm of his hand.
"Y-yes" He stammered.
"I knew you had. Thankyou for telling me the tructh. Just for that i was you to rub the head of your cock with the index finger. Don't jerk off, just smear around that lovly, shimmering pre cum that's bulding up" Samantha whispered. Ethan gladly obliged. He felt at her mercy, but at the same time felt good. His cock bounced as his finger began running round the head of his glad, round the glands and above the shaft. Samantha moved in closer, grabbing her breasts which barely fit inside her bikini.
"Imagine me wrapping these bad boys around that cock of yours babe. Giving you the tit wank of a life time. Can you imagine how good your cock would feel being suffocated by my boobs?" She teased, squaaezing them together for Ethan, making him watch as she massaged her breatss in front of him.
Ethan swallowed hard. His stomach began to fill with nervous butterflies. He felt sick. He watched, mesmerised as Samantha rolled her breasts in the palm of her hand. He breathing became week. He started to feel desperation. Not desperation to leave. Desperation to stroke. Samantha must have known how he felt.
"Not yet babe. Don't stroke until i tell you too. " She purred, biting down sexually on her lip. She needed ot play too. Her pussy ached and dripped at the sight of Ethan holding his throbbing cock for her. The pre cum almost dripping from the tip.
"Do you want to see more of me? More of my body? Or do you want to jerk off right now, rather than waiting?" Samantha asked, testing Ethan, continuing her torturous game of teasing him. Ethan knew it. He still had some modicome of sense left.
"I would love to see more Samantha. Please let me see more" Ethan asked. Samantha beamed with a smile. Ethan was finally playing along.
"Really? I can see you're so desperate to give that poor, throbbing cock of yours some attention babe" She teased. Ethan grimaced. He knew what she wanted to hear. Even so, deep down, he did want to see more of her. He had imagined what Samantha's naked body looked like since she started developing at fourteen.
"Please Samantha. Show me more" Ethan asked again, his eyes devouring her.
"Ok babe, just for you since you're being such a good little brother" she chuckled.
Samantha moved closer and playfully pushed Ethan down onto the bed, his back flopping against the soft, white linen sheets which covered it, his legs dangling from the edge. She stood back up, teacher her arms round her back and grasped the knot in her bikini. Ethan waited. His heart pounding through his ears. His cock throbbing violently in anticipation.
"You ready for these babe?" She purred, looking down at her breasts hidden inside her bikini top. Time seemed to stop for Ethan as she slowly loosened the knot. He held his breath as she let it fall to the floor, revealing her tanned, firm breasts. Their shape seeming defy gravity. She moved closer, placing one knee on the bed and seductively crawled over him. Ethan desperately grinned is cock for my in his had. Samantha looked down and chuckled.
"Looks like this has got you even harder! I didn't think that was possible" she giggled. "So, what do you think babe? They look as good as you imagined?" She asked .
"Fuck" Ethan stammered. His eyes fixed on Samantha. He had never imagined this would happen, not even in his wildest dreams. He wanted to reach out. To touch them. To feel their softness in his hand. To kiss them. To feel her nipples on his lips. He instinctively reach out, but Samantha batted his hand away.
"Nope. I'm not touching you, so you can't touch me Ethan" she said sternly, but still playfully. "Although...maybe you want me to touch you. Maybe you want me to slide your cock between my tits and let you fuck them?" She said, thinking out loud. Ethan nodded passionately .Samantha laughed.
"I think you should stroke your cock for me now. Slowly. I don't want you cumming before I've had my fun" Samantha said. Ethan smiled. He was desperate.
Samantha's eyes locked on Ethan's cock as he slowly began sliding his cock you and down, twisting his wrist as he got to the head. He moaned. He sighed. He was in desperate need of this. To feel this sensation.
"Good boy. Such a good fucking boy. Look at how swollen and tight your balls are. All that cum desperate to explode" she purred. Ethan's hips buckled. He felts waves of pleasure envelope his body.
Samantha placed her finger to her mouth and puckered her lips, sliding in inside seductivly, her lips devouring it as if it were Ethan's cock. His mind began to melt.
"Maybe you would prefer you cock between my lips than my breasts?" Samantha teased, her tongue gliding up and down the shaft of her finger, her lips carsessing the tip. Ethan moaned. Samantha leant furthe rover him, her breasts inches away form Eathers face, his mouth open, desperate for her to fill it with her nipple. She dropped herself down onto Ethan's thigh, her hips gridnging against him. he could feel Samantha's pussy though her shorts. It was soaked. She rubbed it firmly against his leg before raising herself off him, leaving a large, damn patch against the hairs on Ethan's thigh.
"Look at what your cock has done to my poor pussy babe" She moaned, acting innocent yet devilish. Ethan sighed in pleasure.
"Stroke faster fo rme now babe. Show me how you would fuck my pussy" Samantha demanded. Ethan didn't need telling twice. Quickly his hand began to pump up and down with speed and firmness. Samantha laughed at how frantically he had started jerking off.
"Fell good babe?" Samantha asked, watching intensly now. Watching every stroke Ethan made. Watching his hips thrust against his hand. Watching his balls tighten with each stroke.
"Did my teasing in the car and the kitchen get you worked up babe?" She purred, continually assulting him with verbal teases. Ethan nodded. He was beyond words now. His mind was wrapped in wave upon wave of pleasure. Samantha knew he was close. Knew he couldn;t take much more. She swiftly dropped to her knees infornt of Ethan.
"I bet you wanna cum on my boobs dont you? Explode all over them?" She teased. Ethan sat up, still furiously stroking his cock. His eyes filled with a desperate need. A desperate longing to cum.
"Bet you wanna shoot all over these, don't you little brother" Samantha enforced, her tone changing to playfully rather than sexual as she massaged her breasts roughly with what hands. Grabbing and squeezing them as if inviting Ethan to explore over them.
"Fuck! I'm getting close Samantha" Ethan moaned. Samantha watched his balls contract and tighten. Watched his shaft pulsate and throb. She leaned in closer to his cock, her breath kissing against the head as he stroked.
"I bet you have so much cum built up in those balls babe. I think you would drown me if you were to cum right now" she chuckled. Ethan continued to stroke. Faster .Harder. He was on the edge. Approaching an orgasm he had been so desperate for.
"Fuck! I'm gunna cum Samantha" Ethan moaned, aiming his cock over Samantha's breasts as she massaged them. Suddenly, Samantha grasped Ethan's hands, pulling them away from his cock. Ethan sat, confused, paniced. What was she doing? Ethan's cock throbbed, bobbing up and down, desperate, on the verge of orgasm. Another few strokes and he would have exploded.
"Samantha? What the fuck? I was so close" Ethan moaned, almost begging for her to let go of his arms. Samantha cocked her head, giving Ethan a stern expression.
"Now come on Ethan. This is like a first date. Remember your fist date with Sarah? I bet she didn't make you cum on the first date" Samantha told him sternly. Ethan looked helpless.
"But im so close. Please Samantha. You said i could cum on your tits" Ethan frantically pleaded. Samantha just laughed. She had this planned all along. This was far too much fun, and she didn;t want her fun to stop by Ethan having an orgasm.
"Erm...Ethan...i think you wil find i said you wish you could and that i knew oyu wanted to. I never actually said you could" She replied, a hidden harshness in her voice. Ethan was deflated.
"Now. Put your boxers and shorts back on babe. We can carry on later tonight when Jane goes ot bed" Samantha added as she stood up, giving Ethan another look. She smirked as his cock danced for her, still on the edge of orgasm, pre cum leaking form the tip. It almost looked like it was crying for her. Tears of frustration. She couldn't help but laugh at him.
"I think I will have a nice soak in the tub. Pamper myself after that long drive" Jane said, heading out the kitchen. Ethan smiled to himself. Despite really not wanting to come here, to spend all his waking moments with Sarah, he was glad he came.
"What you smirking at then?" Samantha butted in, breaking his inner refection.
"Oh! Nothing. Don't worry about it" Ethan replied, the smile quickly disappearing from his face. Samantha looked at him quizzically.
"I thought you would like this outfit. Give you a nice, long hard look at my body. This way you can fantasies about me even when Jane's around" she said, bitterness in her voice. Samantha had always been a bit of a brat. No matter how close they were she would always loose her temper at the flick of a switch.
"Guess you don't like my body" she added, he face turning from sour to sad in a flash. Ethan knew it was an act. Still, his inner brother full of empathy came gushing out in droves. He fell right into her trap.
"Of course I like you're body Sam! You're gorgeous. You know that! Look at how many guys constantly try it on with you!" Ethan replied, his voice almost exasperated. Samantha pouted again.
"You just wish it was Sarah here in a bikini showing you her body, don't you?!" She pressed, her voice breaking into a whine. Deep down Ethan knew it was an act. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear.
"Even though I love nothing more than spending time with Sarah, there is nobody is want here on holiday for my birthday than you" Ethan replied. Samantha was laughing inside. She fought back the smile which was aching to spread across her face. Ethan was so easy to manipulate. She could always persuade him to do or say anything she wanted which, if she was being honest, she found endearing.
"Prove it then" Samantha demanded, her face finally giving war to a piercing grin.
" What?" Ethan stammered back in confusion.
"You heard me babe. Prove it. If you like my body as much as you say you do you won't have any trouble proving it" Samantha persisted. Ethan stared at her for a moment, unsure of what to say or think.
"Fine! Just come with me" Samantha finally said, breaking the silence. She grabbed Ethan by he wrist and began to walk him out the kitchen, with Ethan following, almost zombielike. As if he were a dog being taken on a walk. Ethan watched Samantha as she lead him through the cabin, admiring her body as she did. Her tight ass looked like an apple squeezed into shorts far too small for it. He wanted to reach your. To squeeze it. Samantha must have read his mind, as she turned her head slightly, their eyes locking and flashed him a seductive smile.
"Get in" Samantha said, her voice resuming the serious tone from the Kitchen .
"The bedroom?" Ethan asked, unsure of what Samantha wanted.
"Damn right. Get inside now!" She replied, strongly, almost pushing Ethan through the door.
"So how are you planning on making me prove I like your body then?" Ethan asked once inside, his tone flirting with sarcasm. Samantha smirked.
"Take your shorts and underwear off and get your cock out. Now" She demanded. Ethan blushed. His head pounded. His heart felt like it would jump out of his chest on anxiety.
"I can't do you. That would be..." Ethan paused.
"Be wrong? That what you're going to say? Well, sorry to say babe but it was wrong for me to rub your cock in the kitchen. For me to make you leave pre cum stains in your shorts. For me to get those balls oh so swollen and full. So sorry babe, but we passed wrong a long time ago. Now get your cock out of I will get it out myself. And I won't be gentle about it either!" Samantha said. Ethan's eyes darted about the bedroom, half expecting a hidden camera to be filming his next move, of his Mum to calm storming in files with a thunderous rage. But nothing happened. Instead Samantha stares at him, her eyes transfixed on the slowly growing cock in Ethan's shirts. She folder her arms and tilted her head to once side.
"Well....I'm waiting" she pressed him again. Ethan didn't have a choice. Slowly her unbuttoned his shirts, sweat dripping from his forehead. His fingers clammy. He slide then down to a chuckle from Samantha.
"Iron Man boxers? Seriously" she laughed. Ethan blushed again. Samantha signalled for him to take them off too. Ethan tugged on the waist band, hesitent to reveal what was inside. Samantha felt flushed. Her pussy began to throb and drip at the outline of Ethan's cock pressing against his boxers. Throbbing. Pulsating for her. For her body. She bit her lip as Ethan quickly pulled them down. She felt slightly disappointed. She had hoped for Ethan to act more sexual, rather than pulling his boxers down reminiscent of removing a plaster. Still, her eyes widened at the sight of his exposed cock. Twitching for her, naked for her to see. She wanted to reach out and touch it. Feel it throb against the palm of her hand. Cup the balls which seemed swollen and tender. Aching to be emptied. Not yet, she thought. She wanted to take her time. To enjoy herself.
"Good boy. Now, wrap your hand around that throbbing cock of yours. But don't move it. Don't jerk off. Just hold it for me" she said, feeling her body begin to tremble in a mix of excitement and apprehension. Ethan stood still. He couldn't make eye contact with her. His lip trembled. He wasn't upset. Far from it. He felt more turned on than he ever had in his life. No. He wasn't upset. He was scared. Scared of what Samantha may may him do. Scared of getting caught. Scared most of all that he was enjoy it.
"Don't keep me waiting babe. Looks like your cock is desperate for you to touch it as much as I am" she giggled girlishly, playfully. It only made Ethan feel more embarrassed.
"Why? Why do you want me to do this Samantha?" Ethan asked, a slight tremor quivering in his voice. Samantha sniled sweetly.
"You're proving to me how much you like my body. You're proving to me that you wouldn't rather have anyone else here instead of me....not even Sarah" She replied, her finger slowly tracing down from her supple red lip, past her chin and gently down her neck. She felt tingling all over her body. A heat which was almost unbearable. She controlled herself.
"If Sarah was here in sure you would be hard for her. I'm sure she would be sucking your cock or something. Obviously I can't do that. Not yet anyway" Samantha said, pausing to give off another girly giggle and give Ethan a suggestive wink. "So I want to see you pretend it's me stroking you, sucking or...hell, even fucking you. I want to see how hard it makes you. See you prove to me how badly you want you big sisters tight, wet pussy dripping around your fucking cock. Understand?". Samantha surprised herself at the brashness of what she said. She didn't expect that to come out. She wanted to say sorry. To say she had gone to far. But she couldn't. Her body, her mind, it wouldn't let her.
"Do you really want me to-" Ethan asked, but Samantha interupted him by waving her finger in the air, signalling his silence. Slowly but surly, Ethan took a gentle grip around his shaft. He felt embarassed. Ashamed. Exposed. HIs cock twitched to his familiar touch. He swallowed. Samantha grinned.
"Good boy. How hard does it feel?" She asked, giving Ethan a suggestive wink and pressing her breasts towards him.
"Really hard" Ethan stammered back. He wasn't lying. He doubted that even Sarah had made him this hard before, even when they spend hours kissing and touching each other on the sofa.
"Good boy. See how nice of a sister i am. So, am i making you want to stroke it babe?" She smirked. Ethan put his head down to the floor. Samantha knew he wanted to. She could see the twitching of his wrist. The trembling in his knees. The weakness in his eyes.
"I guess so" He replied, trying to sound as calm s possible. Samantha huffed. Ethan continually tried ot reduce the sexual tension she was trying to build between the two of them.
"Hey! Eyes on me Ethan!" She snapped, forcing his head ot jolt up and look at her.
"That's better" She continued. " Now, i want you to be honest with me. If you don't like to my questions then i will let you stroke your cock. But only when i say you can, ok?" Samantha said. Ethan nodded. He knew resisting her owuld make be of no use.
"Good boy. So, Ethan, tell me. Have you ever jerked off ot my tits before? I know they have made you had so many times. I've lost count of the times you had ot hide a throbbing erection with a pillow when we were watching a film. So, have you ever jerked off thinking about them? Maybe imagined shooting rope upon rope of cum on them?" She purred. Ethan shuffled his feet. His cock twitched in the palm of his hand.
"Y-yes" He stammered.
"I knew you had. Thankyou for telling me the tructh. Just for that i was you to rub the head of your cock with the index finger. Don't jerk off, just smear around that lovly, shimmering pre cum that's bulding up" Samantha whispered. Ethan gladly obliged. He felt at her mercy, but at the same time felt good. His cock bounced as his finger began running round the head of his glad, round the glands and above the shaft. Samantha moved in closer, grabbing her breasts which barely fit inside her bikini.
"Imagine me wrapping these bad boys around that cock of yours babe. Giving you the tit wank of a life time. Can you imagine how good your cock would feel being suffocated by my boobs?" She teased, squaaezing them together for Ethan, making him watch as she massaged her breatss in front of him.
Ethan swallowed hard. His stomach began to fill with nervous butterflies. He felt sick. He watched, mesmerised as Samantha rolled her breasts in the palm of her hand. He breathing became week. He started to feel desperation. Not desperation to leave. Desperation to stroke. Samantha must have known how he felt.
"Not yet babe. Don't stroke until i tell you too. " She purred, biting down sexually on her lip. She needed ot play too. Her pussy ached and dripped at the sight of Ethan holding his throbbing cock for her. The pre cum almost dripping from the tip.
"Do you want to see more of me? More of my body? Or do you want to jerk off right now, rather than waiting?" Samantha asked, testing Ethan, continuing her torturous game of teasing him. Ethan knew it. He still had some modicome of sense left.
"I would love to see more Samantha. Please let me see more" Ethan asked. Samantha beamed with a smile. Ethan was finally playing along.
"Really? I can see you're so desperate to give that poor, throbbing cock of yours some attention babe" She teased. Ethan grimaced. He knew what she wanted to hear. Even so, deep down, he did want to see more of her. He had imagined what Samantha's naked body looked like since she started developing at fourteen.
"Please Samantha. Show me more" Ethan asked again, his eyes devouring her.
"Ok babe, just for you since you're being such a good little brother" she chuckled.
Samantha moved closer and playfully pushed Ethan down onto the bed, his back flopping against the soft, white linen sheets which covered it, his legs dangling from the edge. She stood back up, teacher her arms round her back and grasped the knot in her bikini. Ethan waited. His heart pounding through his ears. His cock throbbing violently in anticipation.
"You ready for these babe?" She purred, looking down at her breasts hidden inside her bikini top. Time seemed to stop for Ethan as she slowly loosened the knot. He held his breath as she let it fall to the floor, revealing her tanned, firm breasts. Their shape seeming defy gravity. She moved closer, placing one knee on the bed and seductively crawled over him. Ethan desperately grinned is cock for my in his had. Samantha looked down and chuckled.
"Looks like this has got you even harder! I didn't think that was possible" she giggled. "So, what do you think babe? They look as good as you imagined?" She asked .
"Fuck" Ethan stammered. His eyes fixed on Samantha. He had never imagined this would happen, not even in his wildest dreams. He wanted to reach out. To touch them. To feel their softness in his hand. To kiss them. To feel her nipples on his lips. He instinctively reach out, but Samantha batted his hand away.
"Nope. I'm not touching you, so you can't touch me Ethan" she said sternly, but still playfully. "Although...maybe you want me to touch you. Maybe you want me to slide your cock between my tits and let you fuck them?" She said, thinking out loud. Ethan nodded passionately .Samantha laughed.
"I think you should stroke your cock for me now. Slowly. I don't want you cumming before I've had my fun" Samantha said. Ethan smiled. He was desperate.
Samantha's eyes locked on Ethan's cock as he slowly began sliding his cock you and down, twisting his wrist as he got to the head. He moaned. He sighed. He was in desperate need of this. To feel this sensation.
"Good boy. Such a good fucking boy. Look at how swollen and tight your balls are. All that cum desperate to explode" she purred. Ethan's hips buckled. He felts waves of pleasure envelope his body.
Samantha placed her finger to her mouth and puckered her lips, sliding in inside seductivly, her lips devouring it as if it were Ethan's cock. His mind began to melt.
"Maybe you would prefer you cock between my lips than my breasts?" Samantha teased, her tongue gliding up and down the shaft of her finger, her lips carsessing the tip. Ethan moaned. Samantha leant furthe rover him, her breasts inches away form Eathers face, his mouth open, desperate for her to fill it with her nipple. She dropped herself down onto Ethan's thigh, her hips gridnging against him. he could feel Samantha's pussy though her shorts. It was soaked. She rubbed it firmly against his leg before raising herself off him, leaving a large, damn patch against the hairs on Ethan's thigh.
"Look at what your cock has done to my poor pussy babe" She moaned, acting innocent yet devilish. Ethan sighed in pleasure.
"Stroke faster fo rme now babe. Show me how you would fuck my pussy" Samantha demanded. Ethan didn't need telling twice. Quickly his hand began to pump up and down with speed and firmness. Samantha laughed at how frantically he had started jerking off.
"Fell good babe?" Samantha asked, watching intensly now. Watching every stroke Ethan made. Watching his hips thrust against his hand. Watching his balls tighten with each stroke.
"Did my teasing in the car and the kitchen get you worked up babe?" She purred, continually assulting him with verbal teases. Ethan nodded. He was beyond words now. His mind was wrapped in wave upon wave of pleasure. Samantha knew he was close. Knew he couldn;t take much more. She swiftly dropped to her knees infornt of Ethan.
"I bet you wanna cum on my boobs dont you? Explode all over them?" She teased. Ethan sat up, still furiously stroking his cock. His eyes filled with a desperate need. A desperate longing to cum.
"Bet you wanna shoot all over these, don't you little brother" Samantha enforced, her tone changing to playfully rather than sexual as she massaged her breasts roughly with what hands. Grabbing and squeezing them as if inviting Ethan to explore over them.
"Fuck! I'm getting close Samantha" Ethan moaned. Samantha watched his balls contract and tighten. Watched his shaft pulsate and throb. She leaned in closer to his cock, her breath kissing against the head as he stroked.
"I bet you have so much cum built up in those balls babe. I think you would drown me if you were to cum right now" she chuckled. Ethan continued to stroke. Faster .Harder. He was on the edge. Approaching an orgasm he had been so desperate for.
"Fuck! I'm gunna cum Samantha" Ethan moaned, aiming his cock over Samantha's breasts as she massaged them. Suddenly, Samantha grasped Ethan's hands, pulling them away from his cock. Ethan sat, confused, paniced. What was she doing? Ethan's cock throbbed, bobbing up and down, desperate, on the verge of orgasm. Another few strokes and he would have exploded.
"Samantha? What the fuck? I was so close" Ethan moaned, almost begging for her to let go of his arms. Samantha cocked her head, giving Ethan a stern expression.
"Now come on Ethan. This is like a first date. Remember your fist date with Sarah? I bet she didn't make you cum on the first date" Samantha told him sternly. Ethan looked helpless.
"But im so close. Please Samantha. You said i could cum on your tits" Ethan frantically pleaded. Samantha just laughed. She had this planned all along. This was far too much fun, and she didn;t want her fun to stop by Ethan having an orgasm.
"Erm...Ethan...i think you wil find i said you wish you could and that i knew oyu wanted to. I never actually said you could" She replied, a hidden harshness in her voice. Ethan was deflated.
"Now. Put your boxers and shorts back on babe. We can carry on later tonight when Jane goes ot bed" Samantha added as she stood up, giving Ethan another look. She smirked as his cock danced for her, still on the edge of orgasm, pre cum leaking form the tip. It almost looked like it was crying for her. Tears of frustration. She couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Im going to go have a shower babe. Now, don't you dare cum. If you dare even think about cumming without my permission im going to ring Sarah and tell her everything. Well, i will make it sound like you tried it on with me. So hands off Mr! While we are here your cock, your balls, your orgasm all belong to me!" Samantha said strictly as she put her bikini back on, flushig him a smile to hide her evil, cruel intentions.
