Alex was lounging on her bed, her strong, muscular thighs spread out before her as she lost herself in the pages of a comic book. The house was quiet, the only sound the occasional creak of the old floorboards as they settled.
Suddenly, a small body appeared at her side, and she looked up to see Timmy, her little brother, holding one of her drawings in his chubby hands.
"Hey, you little brat!" she growled, snatching the drawing from him. "Get your grubby hands off my art!"
Timmy just grinned at her, his innocent blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Come on, sis! Let me see! I know you're the best artist in the whole wide world!"
Alex rolled her eyes, but a playful smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. She decided to teach him a lesson he'd never forget.
With a wicked glint in her eyes, she grabbed Timmy by the collar and pulled him onto her lap, her powerful thighs trapping him. Timmy's eyes widened in surprise as he found himself trapped in his sister's muscular embrace.
"Hey, let me go!" he gasped, trying to pry himself free.
But Alex just chuckled, her voice low and sultry. "You should have known better, little brother. You don't mess with a girl's art."
She tightened her legs around him, her muscles flexing as she squeezed him tighter and tighter. Timmy's face turned red, then purple, as he struggled to breathe.
"Giving up already, Timmy?" she taunted, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched her little brother's futile attempts to escape.
Timmy's eyes widened in panic, and he tried to kick and punch, but it was no use. He was completely at her mercy.
Finally, Timmy's body went limp, his eyes rolling back in his head. Alex released her grip, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Well, well. Look what we have here. A little boy who didn't know when to quit."
She looked down at Timmy's unconscious form and chuckled. "I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
She stood up, lifting Timmy's small body with ease. She carried him over to a table covered in his artwork, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor.
With a wicked grin, she pulled down her pants and straddled the table, her bare ass hovering over Timmy's drawings. She started to pee, the warm liquid soaking the paper and mixing with the colors.
As she finished, she leaned back, her body shuddering with pleasure. She'd just cum all over Timmy's precious art.
She looked down at the ruined drawings, a satisfied smirk on her face. "I hope you've learned your lesson, little brother. You don't mess with a girl's art."
And with that, she pulled up her pants and walked out of the room, leaving Timmy's ruined artwork behind her.
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