Chapter 1: The Tease Before Time Runs Out
The clock on the living room wall ticked with an infuriating rhythm, each second a reminder that our parents would be home in less than an hour. I lounged on the couch, pretending to scroll through my phone, but my eyes kept darting to Skye. My little sister—18, barely legal, and a goddamn firecracker at 5’2”—was prancing around the house in a tight tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide her massive, jaw-dropping boobs. They bounced with every step, a hypnotic rhythm that had me shifting uncomfortably to hide the growing bulge in my jeans.
‘Hey, loser,’ Skye called out, her voice dripping with that annoying yet somehow sexy sass she’d perfected over the years. She leaned over the kitchen counter, her cleavage practically spilling out as she smirked at me. ‘You’ve been staring for, like, ten minutes. Got something to say, or are you just gonna drool all day?’
I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool, but my throat was dry as hell. ‘Maybe if you didn’t parade around like a goddamn tease, I wouldn’t have to stare. Ever heard of a bra, Skye?’
She laughed, a sharp, wicked sound, and sauntered over to me, hips swaying like she owned the damn place. ‘Oh, please. You love it. Don’t act like you haven’t been hard for me since I turned 18.’ She stopped right in front of me, her gaze flicking down to my lap before locking eyes with me again. ‘Bet you’re dying to know what these feel like.’ She cupped her huge tits, pushing them together for emphasis, and I swear I almost lost it right there.
‘Skye, you’re playing a dangerous game,’ I growled, my voice low, but she just grinned, unfazed. She wasn’t some shy little girl; no, Skye was a force, a storm of confidence and raw, untamed desire. ‘What if Mom and Dad walk in?’
‘Then we’d better be quick, huh?’ she shot back, dropping to her knees in front of me without a second thought. Her hands were on my belt before I could even process it, her fingers deft and determined. ‘I’ve had this fantasy for way too long, big brother. I want to feel that fat cock of yours sliding right here.’ She pressed her chest forward, the soft, warm weight of her breasts brushing against my thighs through the fabric of my jeans.
‘Jesus, Skye,’ I muttered, my resolve crumbling as she yanked my pants down, freeing me. I was already rock hard, and the way her eyes lit up—hungry, predatory—sent a shiver down my spine. ‘You’re insane.’
‘And you’re loving every second of it,’ she fired back, her tone sharp and teasing as she positioned herself, wrapping her huge, perfect tits around me. The heat, the softness—it was overwhelming, and I groaned despite myself. She started moving, slow at first, her smirk never faltering as she watched my face. ‘Fuck, you’re so big. I’ve wanted this for so long.’
I gripped the couch, my knuckles white, as the tension built. Her skin was slick with a light sheen of sweat now, her breathing heavy, and I could feel myself getting closer, the pressure unbearable. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. ‘Skye, if you keep that up—’
‘Good,’ she interrupted, her voice a sultry purr. ‘I want you to lose it. Right here, right now.’
The clock ticked louder, the seconds slipping away, but all I could focus on was her—her heat, her confidence, the way she owned every moment of this forbidden game. We were racing against time, and I was about to explode.
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