I sighed, stood up and headed back to my chair with a small smile. As reasons go, I guess that was a pretty sweet one. I mean despite the weird sexual tension of it all how could I, as a big brother, argue about creating a safe space for my sister-
“Besides I wash my sheets enough as it is. If I cum all over yours then it means I don’t have to wash mine quite as much.”
“Lea!” I growled as she poked her tongue out at me and grinned wide.
“What? It’s the most action these bedsheets ever see aside from your jerking it.” The flash of her grin was insufferable.
“Oh whatever!” I weakly fired back as I turned around.
“It must be nice to add a little bit of female fragrance to these things once in a while.” She giggled.
“Yeah, yeah. Real nice.” I tried to brush off her attempts to annoy me but the truth was, the idea of her juices all over my sheets really did irritate me a lot.
“Oh yeah, is it nice? Your little sister’s love juices all over your sheets. The only ones that ever spill over it, from a girl at least.”
“Yeah. Who cares.” I said through gritted teeth, my screen swirling in front of me. There was no way I could get any work done with this tormentor behind me rattling off incessantly.
“Oh really? You don’t care.”
“Nope.”
“Only my juices.”
“Hmph!” I grunted in the affirmative. Trying to give her as little as possible.
“Mhmm.” Came her partially stifled reply. “The only one to make your bed so messy.”
“Yep. You got me. No action in that bed but you and me. And only one of us uses tissues.” I mean it was my room, my bed, my sheets. Yet still she leaked and creamed all over them.
“Right!” Came her slightly high-pitched reply. “Just you an me. Me making all that mess. Don’t you just love it.”
“Oh I love it.” I replied in a sarcastic tone. My left fists was balled up tightly and my right nearly crushed my mouse.
“Seeping into your sheets.”
“Yep.” No concern for my possessions.
“Your sheets beneath me”
“Yup. Those ones.” No one but me having to deal with her.
“The sheets you-uh sleep in.”
“No one else sleeping in them.” She has her own. She chooses to fuck up mine.
“Then, maybe I’ll just slip underneath your covers and cum and cum and cum till they won’t ever lose the feeling of my juice-”
A crack filled my room as I stood up from my chair with speed, my weight releasing its spring to surge upwards. The sound hit her at the same time she noticed I’d moved. Turning around to face her — no — stand over her. A shadow cast over her, suddenly blocking out light from reaching her. A shadow with balled up fists and an angry face as all my irritation came bubbling up.
Her teasing had hit on all the things I was annoyed about, my living situation, my life, my freedom, my lack of ownership over it all. And here she sat, not a care in the world. Looked after, spoiled, living without consequence. Rubbing it in my face just how easy she had it.
I wouldn’t have done anything.
I wouldn’t have lashed out.
It was just a moment. A quick snap. I was already calming by the time I had stood.
I wouldn’t have done anything, if she hadn’t reacted the way she did.
Her eyes that had recently been barely open were wide in surprise, looking up at me. Her mouth had been wearing a playful grin between bitten lips but now hung slightly open. It was open to let loose a gasp that she’d been too surprised to even release.
That gasp was caught in her throat and was rapidly transforming.
Sweat droplets were running from her forehead. Her chest was heaving, flushed bright red and just as sweaty as her face. Rivers running over her skin.
Her knees were up by her chest but pointed inward, her feet spread outward. She was allowing a breeze between. She was allowing that heat in her centre to escape. Heat that had been building behind me as I sat unaware.
Her phone lay discarded by her side. Her eyes were fixed on my glare.
She missed the moment my anger dissipated because it was then her bottomless blue eyes rolled back and her eyelids slammed firmly shut.
She sealed that look of fury in her mind.
Her body started to shake and her breathing pumped hard. Her stomach muscles tensed visibly, pushing and squeezing as pleasure flowed through her.
Then her chest swelled and arched towards me as that gasp burst forth from her throat, rewritten now into a deep guttural moan the likes of which I had never heard from her. No sound as profoundly alluring and explosive had ever left her lips around me.
Then the flood surged out. A great jet of juices shot out from her lips and sprayed over my bed; its greatest extent even splattered on the floor beyond the foot of my bed. That jet was joined by another, and another. Each somewhat less powerful than the first but the splash of liquid against my sheets seemed just as overwhelming, rapidly turning them darker.
The towel between her legs was saturated even worse from a combination of her previous arousal and her orgasm. As the power of the jets of her juices lessened, more liquid poured directly onto it rather than soaring over it, no doubt soaking right through and practically denying its existence. My sheets below were not at all sheltered. As if to heap on more insults to its lack of protective power; by the end of the fifth squirt of juices Lea’s pussy switched to drooling a torrent of thick white cream instead. It spilled over her clenching asshole, pooling on the towel.
The towel and my sheets would forever bear the outline of that creamy puddle. Forever stained.
She took a long time to recover.
Such a long time.
I had time to watch it all, leisurely. I had time to take it all in. I had time to think.
Lea just carried on panting. Panting and leaking.
All the anger and irritation from before, those feelings that were in the process of disappearing, rose back to the forefront.
Yet still she lay there, recovering from an orgasm, ruining my bedsheets without a care.
Without thinking.
Without any effort.
Without an apology.
She didn’t notice me leave. She didn’t notice me return. She didn’t notice me push the white plug into the electrical socket. She didn’t even notice me secure those soft restraints.
When she finally decided to open her eyes she might have thought I hadn’t moved a muscle. Except for what I held in my hands.
I stood over her, that cold anger back on my face.
I held Lea’s big, white vibrator in my hands and moved towards her.
She always did get away with so much for free.
Hey everyone. I hope you liked this new story. If you’re a long time fan, sorry I’ve been inactive for a while. If you’re new, welcome! This is the start of a new series comprised of shorter instalments than my usual. Let me know if you like the format and story direction in the comments. Make sure to follow for the next chapter.
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