The shared bedroom of the siblings was dimly lit, only the weak glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains illuminating the space. The brother, lying on his bed, couldn't help but feel the familiar stirring of desire in his loins. He glanced over at his sister, who was engrossed in a book, completely unaware of his growing arousal.
He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to ask her for what he wanted. "Hey, sis?" he began, his voice barely above a whisper.
She looked up from her book, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What is it?" she asked, her tone clipped.
He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "I was wondering if you could, you know, help me out," he said, gesturing towards his crotch.
She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. "Help you out? Like how?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He felt his face heat up, his embarrassment growing. "You know, jerk me off," he mumbled, averting his gaze.
She laughed, the sound harsh and unforgiving. "Are you serious?" she asked, her tone incredulous.
He nodded, his throat dry. "Please, sis. I really need it," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.
She regarded him for a moment, her eyes appraising him. Finally, she spoke. "Fine. But you have to remain completely still and not make a sound," she said, her voice firm.
He nodded eagerly, his heart racing with excitement. She moved closer to him, her eyes locked on his. He could feel the heat of her body, the anticipation building inside of him.
She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock. He closed his eyes, his breath hitching in his throat. The sensation was almost unbearable, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
But soon, the monotony of it began to bore her. She grew restless, her mind searching for a way to add some excitement to the situation.
Without warning, she slapped his cock with her hand. He flinched in surprise, his eyes flying open. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed, his voice strained.
She smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Keep still," she commanded, her voice sharp.
He gritted his teeth, trying to remain still as she continued to slap his cock. The sensation was intense, the sting of her hand sending jolts of pleasure and pain through his body.
"Stop being such a whiny little bitch," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "Toughen up."
He tried to remain still, but it became increasingly difficult as she continued to slap his cock harder and harder. He could feel his pleasure building, the sensation on the verge of becoming unbearable.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, her voice soft.
He shook his head, too embarrassed to admit that he did. He was trapped in this moment, unable to escape the control she had over him.
She continued to jerk him off, her hand moving in a steady rhythm. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Finally, he couldn't contain it any longer. He began to moan softly, his body trembling with pleasure.
She slapped his cock one final time, the sensation sending him over the edge. He came hard, his body convulsing with pleasure.
She laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "Pathetic little brother," she said, her voice filled with disgust.
He was embarrassed, but also grateful for the release. He knew he would never be able to handle her rough treatment again.
"Clean up and never ask me for this again," she commanded, her voice firm.
He nodded, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He knew he had no choice but to agree.
She turned away from him, her eyes returning to her book. He lay there, his body spent and exhausted, unable to move.
The power she had over him was intoxicating, the control she held absolute. He knew he would never forget this moment, the memory of her rough treatment forever etched in his mind.
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