I saw the glint in Kendra's eye well before she acted. It was to a point I could nearly always tell when she had her naughty intentions, without her having to say anything at all.
Regardless, I pretended to be oblivious and carried on until she made a move.
When it came, it was pretty unsubtle. Kendra walked up to me while I was folding and putting away laundry in our room. She patiently undressed me while still mostly staying out of my way. It took a while, but she was in no hurry.
Kendra caressed me with her perfect, delicate touch as she stripped me. Her hands lingered on my shoulders and neck, my breasts, my exposed tummy, and then circling around my pussy. She didn't touch me there yet. Just a tease. A hint of things yet to some.
Only after I was naked did she pull out my collar and carefully affix it around my neck. I'd known where this was going, having seen it in her eyes, but it still thrilled me every time. Partly because of how easily it turned out I'd let her do stuff like this, and partly because of the implicit promise that things were about to be very, very enjoyable.
More recently, there was the added risky thrill of being caught at one of Kendra's little games. Dak, my younger brother, had moved in with us. He was fresh out of university and needed somewhere to stay. I loved having him around again, and Kendra had no problems with it. We had plenty of space.
What I hadn't counted on was Kendra using Dak's presence to fuel our little escapades. Even now, relatively safe in our room, my eyes flicked toward the open door, my pulse racing that much quicker than if we'd still been living alone.
"He's not home," Kendra said in that soft but commanding voice that she brought out just for me.
I nodded. "I know. Just... we have to be careful."
Kendra smiled in her special, mildly evil way. "Don't you trust me?"
My legs went weak just at the melded promise and threat in her few carefully chosen words.
"Completely," I said, absolutely meaning it.
"Good girl."
Kendra clipped a leash to my collar and led me out of the room. I followed a few steps behind her, close enough that my leash never tugged. Paradoxically, when I was feeling particularly subby, I sometimes didn't follow right away specifically so she'd have to pull a little and give me that special look that told me I oughtn't to misbehave Or Else.
Kendra led me to the kitchen. Not unusual. She knew how to make every single room in the house fun, if she wanted. Though fun could mean very different things depending on her mood, and to a lesser extent mine.
"I noticed there were some dishes to do," Kendra said lightly, unclipping the leash after only a very short walk.
"I still had laundry to finish," I said. "You didn't seem to mind making me leave that."
Kendra's hand cracked sharply on my butt just as I finished speaking. I yelped and danced away slightly from her, though I'd known it was coming. I'd been asking for it, really. I knew exactly what to say to get myself spanked.
"Dishes, little one," Kendra said mildly.
I nodded, pouting just enough to make her smile before I turned to the sink.
Little one. Kendra was barely a year older than me, and basically the same height. She shouldn't have been able to get away with calling me that, and yet I found that I liked it more and more every time she said it. It made me feel small, but in an oddly safe and loved kind of way. A way that gave me warm little tingles when she said it just right.
One of my butt cheeks still stung as I ran water in the sink. It warmed appreciably compared to its unblemished twin. The aftermath of that single slap all I could focus on at first. Spanking being another thing Kendra had mastered when it came to me.
The things she could do to me without hardly doing anything at all...
"You know what I've noticed?" Kendra asked in a lazily pitched voice.
I risked a glance back at her. As expected, she was sprawled comfortably in a chair at the dining table, with her feet up on a second chair. Just lounging and watching me. Staring at my naked, horny self, probably admiring my butt and the one pink hand print she'd bequeathed me.
"I don't know," I said honestly. I was quite certain it wasn't something I'd guess off-hand.
"Since Dak has been living with us, it's been trickier to find good play time," Kendra said.
I squirmed being reminded of my brother. We had plenty of time yet to ourselves before he got home. I knew that. Yet knowing that he could potentially walk in at any time and catch me in my current state was worrisome.
And yet, it made me nervous in that delightfully thrilling kind of way. It was actually dangerous sometimes how risky thoughts made my tummy flutter and my pussy flood.
"We've managed somehow," I said, carefully setting a glass bowl in the drying rack with a trembling hand.
"Mmm. That's the other thing I've noticed," Kendra drawled, her tone tinged with victory, as though I'd verbally trapped myself somehow. "It seems to me sometimes as though it's actually easier to turn you on when you think Dak might find us out."
I shook my head quickly. Too quickly. "I don't think that's true."
"I do. You think I can't see you shaking from here? You think I don't notice how wet your thighs are getting? Just from naked dish washing. Not hardly anything at all."
"You're watching me," I said demurely. "And you're planning things."
"I'm always planning, my darling. But I almost needn't bother. I could tie you to this table right now and let you wait for Dak to get home, and it would have more effect than all the nefarious plotting in the world."
I nearly dropped the next glass on its way to the drying rack. My mouth was suddenly dry. My knees threatening to buckle.
"That's my brother you're talking about," I said, an obvious tremor in my voice.
"Yes. I know."
"You can't... he's not a part of... it's not..."
"Well obviously I wouldn't actually let him find you like that," Kendra said lightly. "We wouldn't want him seeing his big sis all naked and collared and waiting like a subby little thing to be found by him. That just simply wouldn't be appropriate."
"No," I squeaked. "It wouldn't."
I waited, eyes closed, hands mechanically washing the same plate over and over. I knew what was coming. I didn't believe it, but I knew it.
Kendra was in no hurry, but she eventually said it.
"Molly, come over here please."
My heart pounded. I dried off my hands that were shakier than ever. Pulsing with excess adrenaline.
The worst part was how right Kendra was. She could make me tremble when she wanted. Make me shake like a leaf in all the best of ways. But this was almost too easy. The threat of Dak seeing me, seeing what Kendra could do to me, revved me up easier than much of anything else. And she knew. She'd caught on.
It made sense though, I hoped. Kendra and me and our little games, they weren't something I shared with anyone else. It wasn't like my nerves regarding being caught were anything unusual. I would have been nervous and excited if anyone at all had been around to catch us. It was the possible embarrassment that did it to me. And yeah, maybe the stakes were a little higher when being humiliated in front of my brother was a possibility.
"Across the table, please," Kendra said.
She deliberately spoke softer when domming me. That was something I'd noticed about her. The more she wanted me to obey, the less overtly forceful she'd be about it. And, naturally, the more embarrassing it was when I obeyed, desperate to make her happy. As though in some weird way, I was doing everything to myself. Which, given the nature of consent, really wasn't far off.
But Kendra, in all her perfectly controlled glory, didn't often even do me the courtesy of acting like I didn't have a choice. She made it clear that it was all me. And thus the cycle of arousal, humiliation, nerves, and exquisite, dirty thrills perpetuated itself.
I knew how she wanted me. I stood with my legs spread, ankles next to the legs of the table for easy tying. My hands went to the far corners, close as I could get.
"Good girl," Kendra said.
She stroked my hair absently, actually petting me as a reward. It worked too.
Kendra let me stay there a moment, just looking at me, taking pleasure in my naked, submissive pose. When she stood, it was to run light fingertips over my exposed, goose-bumped skin. Up and down my spine, over my sides, but careful not to tickle me, and across the curve of my ass. She avoided the area between my legs, or down my thighs that were absolutely soaked. Pretending like she didn't notice how wet I was, even though the pretense was wasted.
Then she left me.
"Have to get my ropes," Kendra said. "You should have reminded me."
I sighed and rolled my eyes once she was out of earshot. Remind her of something she hadn't informed me we'd need? Right.
But that was the game. Leaving me there, just as good as tied. Because I wouldn't move. We both knew it. I'd lie naked across the table and wait for Kendra like her good girl.
Unless I was feeling cheeky and rebellious. Or like I really wanted my butt spanked hard.
That was the flip side, I supposed. I had options if I wanted them. I knew how to guide Kendra, to nudge her in different directions. Usually toward punishments, sure. But sometimes towards gentler and more loving treatments, if I was having that kind of day.
I sighed again, this time at myself rather than Kendra. I'd only gone and reminded myself just how much of Kendra's power over me was entirely gifted. Given freely and eagerly. Which was to say practically all of it.
I'd stand here at the table, bent over, helpless, and exposed just as long as it took her to dawdle her way back. And it wasn't that far to our room and back. She was unquestionably dawdling. Just because she knew I'd be here, impatiently waiting for more.
It was even worse this time than usual. Because of Dak. I'd been trying to ignore the very thought of him, but every little sound in the direction of the front door made my ears twitch, as though he'd come waltzing in at any moment. He wouldn't, of course, but I wasn't used to the threat of being walked in on. Kendra and I had always had privacy for games like this. Now it was different.
But of course, pathetically subby little thing that I was, I stayed good and still, just waiting for Kendra to come back. Horny, dripping, vibrating and all.
Kendra was humming to herself. The sound of it preceded her back into the kitchen.
"Ah, you're still where I left you," she said cheerfully.
"You told me to stay," I reminded her.
"I didn't, actually. But good initiative."
Despite her praise, Kendra also gave me a slap on the butt, which I knew was for my presumption. It was only about half as hard as the last one. Enough to make a good sound without really hurting.
It was one of those no-win kind of scenarios. They just happened sometimes.
Kendra resumed humming as she tied me to the table. First one wrist wrapped in silky soft but very secure ropes, then the other. Then my legs, one at a time.
Tying my legs last left Kendra in perfect position to kneel behind me afterward. Nothing else happened, at first. I knew she was there, but I couldn't see her, and she sure wasn't touching me. Just maybe the hint of her breath on me at times, and I only felt it because of how wet my thighs were.
"You," Kendra said definitively, "are soaked."
I wiggled in embarrassment, but I was firmly tied in place at this point.
"No," I said in a quiet whine.
"Yes. You should see yourself."
Kendra's devilishly light fingers ran up the back of my legs. I felt the spread of moisture as she deliberately ran her fingers through my arousal.
"That's pretty bad, you know," she said. "What if Dak came in and saw you like that?"
I gasped, quiet enough that I was pretty sure Kendra didn't hear. But I heard her small sound of satisfaction, and I suspected my pussy was continuing to give me away.
"That wouldn't be good," Kendra mused. "Dak seeing you like this. It'd be one thing to just be tied up naked. You could blame that on me. But being so turned on?" She clicked her tongue. "How would you explain that?"
"Would you stop bringing my brother into this?"
"Your bruh-ther?"
"Stoooppp," I whined.
I actually felt like I would have stamped my feet, except of course that they were snugly tied and I couldn't move them.
"You should see what your pussy's doing," Kendra said, brushing just across the outskirts of my flooded little snatch.
"Stop," I said, quieter, practically breathless.
"I mean, I wasn't expecting nearly such a reaction from you."
"No!"
"I noticed how you've been tenser. Always watching the bedroom door when I accidentally forget to close it."
"Not an accident."
"And how it's been easier to make you cum."
"It's not!"
"Like you think he's going to see us one of these times."
"Well the rate you're going..."
"He's definitely heard us, you know."
"... what?"
"You know. With how loud you moan sometimes. And especially if the door's open. He's bound to have."
I groaned and squirmed, again testing my bonds and finding no room in them. Kendra was right. I wasn't sure how I hadn't realized. It wasn't always about the possibility of being seen. Sometimes... sometimes he would definitely have heard. There was no way he hadn't. And I hadn't even realized.
Sure, Kendra could make me forget my own name for a time when she wanted, but I still should have clued in at some point.
"That's not right," I protested.
"Oh? Is it not?"
"He can't... he can't know about-"
"About what? That we have sex? I'm sure he knows, my darling." Kendra kissed my inner thigh. Her tongue flicked out to taste me. Her fingers traced around my needy pussy. "It's not like he'd guess what his big sis is into just from sound. I mean, I know the difference between your regular cumming moans and your special-"
"Kendraaa!"
"Shhh. Indoor voice. I'm just saying all Dak knows is that I can make you cum so good. That's not so bad, is it?"
I whimpered softly. My hips rocked, trying to find some purchase on the table I was tied to. All in vain, of course. There was no way to rub my pussy on anything of substance. Not the way I was restrained.
I wished Kendra would stop talking about my brother like that. In the context of our sexy fun.
But why the fuck was I burning up like this? Why was my pussy ready to drown Kendra if she ever tried to eat me? Why was I all electric and alive, and totally ashamed, and as turned on as I could ever be?
"Kendra?" I said, just soft.
"Yes, baby girl?"
"Can you lick my pussy? Please?"
"Ooh, that's a good idea. And you're asking so pretty. Look at all those juices. And you sticking your bum out at me like that."
I wiggled against my restraints. I instinctively tried to bring my hand down to my pussy, despite knowing I couldn't.
It was fine. Kendra only made me wait a moment longer before she dove in.
Her tongue was magic, right off the bat. She could tongue me from zero to cumming in five minutes any time she wanted. She was way too good at it. If I was already as turned on as I was? Forget it. I was done for.
I was moaning and screaming for her inside sixty seconds. I was her plaything. She licked me, and I loved her, needed her. She made me cum, breaking apart the big, tense need inside me. Giving me relief and pleasure, and all good things all at once.
And kept going. Kept licking. Never stopping. Pausing only for tactical reasons, and never for long.
Kendra ate my pussy like an actual goddess. She could have had me wrapped around her little finger just by licking me out from time to time. Never mind the exquisite buildup beforehand. Never mind all the other things she could do.
She licked me, and I came. I came until I couldn't anymore. She took me right down to the very end. As far as I could go. My clit long since sensitive to the point of delicious agony, my pussy trembling and begging me to close my legs and curl up away from her. Which I couldn't, of course. Being tied up as I was, I was quite literally helpless to prevent Kendra from eating my pussy as greedily as was humanly possible.
"You taste so goooddd," Kendra purred. She gave my pussy some soft, tender kisses in parting. "So turned on today. So very delicious."
"Thank you," I said.
I was sweaty and somehow exhausted, panting softly, lying out bonelessly where I was still tied.
"My good girl," Kendra said, notes of pride in her voice, as she padded over to where my head lay.
She leaned down to kiss me. Her lips and chin were drenched in my arousal. She hadn't made the slightest effort to clean herself.
Even in my awkward position, I kissed back as best I could. I did my best to lick her face clean for her. To swipe my own flavours off her lips and surrounding areas.
Admittedly, I did taste good. I couldn't argue the point. It was more about pleasing her than any taste. I was too worn down from repeated, insane orgasms to actually get off on the depravity of licking my pussy from my lover's face.
"I love you," Kendra whispered, kissing me right on the nose before standing up.
I beamed, going rather embarrassingly red and warm from the simple words. She could control me with her subtle machinations, and yet really all it took to melt me was the sheer sincerity and emotion behind little expressions of adoration like that.
"But I do need a shower, I think," Kendra said, tossing her hair with a perfect flounce. "You got me all covered in pussy."
"Did not."
She ignored me and started to patter off.
"Hey! Untie me?" I asked, sober enough from cumming that I didn't quite plead.
"In a minute."
"A minute?!"
"You'll be fine."
I struggled vainly. "Dak could be back."
"Pff. We've got an hour at least."
"Ah! No! Kendraaa!"
"Be back for you soon!"
I growled and fought my ropes. Already I heard the shower running. She was really going to do it, wasn't she? Just leave me like this. Being tied up and knowing she was right there with me-or at least on her way back-was one thing. I actually all of a sudden felt truly helpless.
She knew it too. Knew exactly what she was doing.
It was cruel. I'd been so well-satisfied a moment ago. So cummed out. Ready to curl up and be Kendra's little kitty.
And now... ugh. Now what, even?
Starting get horny again? Desperate? Feeling the danger. Feeling alone in the event anyone came in the front door. If Dak walked in.
Kendra was right. He wouldn't. But still.
I still had time. I could still yell at her. I could hear her bustling around, not yet actually in the shower.
That's what she was waiting for, wasn't it? To see if I'd beg. To see if I'd call my safe word.
I clenched my hands into fists. Of course I wouldn't do that. Not for this small, perceived, paranoid danger. The imagined threat that nevertheless did things to me. I was getting horny again. I could feel it. It shouldn't have been possible.
But we'd never played with this before. Not even the notion that I was risking exposure. When Kendra spuriously left me tied up somewhere, it was never about more than dominance play and seeing just how good I'd be for her. Nothing more than that.
She loved this. I could tell she did. And I was making it better because I just kept getting fucking horny.
Traitor fucking body.
It didn't matter how much I tried to explain to my pussy that no, it really oughtn't to get excited over anything to do with my baby bro. It didn't seem to listen. No part of my body did.
What was a girl even to do?
Nothing. Just do nothing. I was trapped. It didn't matter. I wasn't using my safe word on something like this. It was more about my own need to sort things out than anything. I could have Kendra come running if I really yelled, dripping wet down the hall and everything. But this wasn't the time for that.
And honestly, it wasn't anything. It was just me and my imagination. Kendra had planted seeds, sure, but my own mind was the one that kept insisting on nebulous scenarios.
I wasn't even sure what I was afraid of. Dak seeing me naked? Embarrassing, but not worth panicking over. Nor, indeed, getting all worked up and wet over. Him knowing what a subby girl I could be? Again, embarrassing. Maybe humiliating. So what? I just got off on that stuff.
"Fuck's sake," I mumbled aloud.
That was the problem. The very real fear that if Dak walked in on me, I'd just enjoy it. Enjoy it in the same way I was enjoying the threat of it. Which was to say in an agonized mixture of horniness, anxiety, and some mild shame with myself. A feeling that something was really wrong with me.
"What could be wrong with me?" I asked the otherwise empty room. "Just a perfectly normal naked bondage-slut having life-questioning sexual thoughts involving my brother."
I giggled at my own absurdity, then devolved into awkwardly postured laughing. I laughed at my own predicament and managed to defuse it. To feel normal. Just my usual post-session relaxing and waiting for Kendra to come back and take care of me.
So I relaxed and waited. I was good at that. I had to be.
I listened to the shower running. I kind of wished I was there, sharing it with my love. Not even in an overly sexual way, necessarily. Sure I was kind of revved up again, but I'd had enough that I could wind back down easy enough. Maybe not while nakedly sharing all that warm water running down us...
I got distracted daydreaming about Kendra. I wasn't sure if I wanted a sexy shower, or a much more calming cuddle session. Maybe even fully clothed. With her petting me and telling me I was such a good girl. Making me feel all loved and special.
Much to my chagrin and immediate, full-body panic, I was still mid-fantasy and hadn't been untied yet when the front door of the house opened.
My eyes went wide and I yanked at my ropes. I didn't know why I kept doing that. It never worked. I opened my mouth to yell for Kendra, but no sound came out. I couldn't yell. That would just draw Dak faster, and he'd definitely get here before Kendra could.
So what did I do? What possible-
"Molly?"
I froze. It wasn't really any more sensible than tugging on bonds that wouldn't ever come free, but it was all I had.
"Oh wow. Moll, what's all- no, never mind. Don't answer that."
I slowly turned my head. Dak was staring straight at me, just as wide-eyed as I was, but for a slightly different kind of reason. I flushed at the way his gaze was tracking all over me in small, scattered movements. Scanning absolutely everything.
"Hey?" I said uncertainly.
"Moll, you're naked."
"Um... yeah."
"On purpose?"
"Is that a serious question?"
"I guess not really. You're, uh, tied to the table."
"I am. I don't suppose you'd maybe untie me?"
Dak stepped further into the room, then slowly circled me. He left my range of vision, all the way behind me. I shivered and gripped the edges of the table in an effort to fight my instincts. Because my instincts, once again, were useless here.
I wanted to pull myself free and run away. Or cover myself. Or, most insanely of all, to rub my pussy.
Because for fuck's sake, why not get horny when your little brother is just all standing there looking at you tied up and naked? Why the fuck not?
But oh god was it turning me on.
I tried to find the horror, or the dread, or something. Something that had balanced my arousal previously when it had all been imagined. The burning shame.
I felt that, actually. I felt the shame of it, and the sheer embarrassment. But fuck if they didn't just turn me on more.
Dak could see me. Every little thing. All my naughty bits. Everything a brother shouldn't ever get to see. And all in the context of my girlfriend leaving me tied up after some BDSM inspired messy orgasms. I was probably standing in a puddle of my own making. It honestly couldn't get much worse.
Well it could, actually. If Dak realized how turned on I was. And if he hadn't yet, it presumably wouldn't be long. So... great.
"Nice collar," Dak said.
Oh god. Another wave of tingling arousal. Of all the things he could have said...
"Thanks," I murmured self-consciously.
"So this... this is what you guys do, huh?"
"Among other things."
"Oh sure."
"... so about that untying?"
Dak was silent. So painfully silent. It just let my imagination run. And boy could it run wild.
Part of it didn't take any imagination at all. I was bent over and naked, he was behind me. There was no question where he was looking. The painful, heart-wrenching warmth flowed through me. The sheer fiery humiliation of it. And of course my clit tingled, and my pussy dripped down my thighs some more, and my heart thudded in my chest the way that it was only supposed to do for Kendra.
"Are you staring at my butt?" I asked in a raspy voice.
"... no?"
"Dak?"
"Well... what do you want from me?"
"Untied, please. I'd like to scamper to my room and lock the door and never come out."
"You're beautiful, you know."
I flushed warmer. Somehow that was possible.
"You asshole!"
"Actually-"
"Don't say it. Whatever joke that's about to be, just don't say it."
"-I mean, you know I can see-"
"I said don't!"
"True. You did."
And again, silence. Just lying there. Feeling about ten times as helpless as ever before. I couldn't stop what Dak was looking at, or what he was possibly thinking of me at this moment. He wasn't disgusted. That much was certain.
Actually, more likely he was...
I squeezed my eyes tight shut and tried to pretend I was anywhere else. I felt like I was hyperventilating, or about to have a heart attack, or... something. I was so tight and tense, so hot, so terrified, and just stupidly turned on.
Dak was enjoying this. He was soaking in the sight of me. His big sis splayed out for him. The way I was only supposed to be for Kendra. Just her. Not my brother. Never him.
The shower stopped. Still silence from both me and Dak.
A few more moments passed, then soft padding footsteps tapped their way toward us.
"Oh, hey, Dak," Kendra said as casual as could be.
She was wrapped in a towel and nothing else. All fresh and damp from her shower. She'd come to free me before she dried her hair and got dressed. And she'd found Dak here checking me out.
"Hey, Kendra," he said. "Moll's naked."
"Yeah," Kendra said, as though only just noticing. "That happens sometimes."
"You left her tied up here."
"I did." Kendra shrugged casually. "You're home early."
"Yeah, well, I had a doctor's appointment, and it didn't make sense to go back to work after. So I came home."
"So you did."
I was watching Kendra intently. Dak was still in my blind spot, which was driving me crazy that I couldn't see him. Kendra glanced at me, but didn't seem concerned. Why would she be? She wasn't the naked, tied up one.
"She asked me to untie her," Dak said.
"Well of course," Kendra said. "This is probably very embarrassing."
I groaned and clenched my hands again. 'Probably very embarrassing.' Right.
"I wasn't sure if I should," Dak said.
Kendra arched an appraising eyebrow. "Wasn't sure if you should free your sister?"
"Well... this has nothing to do with me, right?"
Kendra smirked. I closed my eyes a moment in pure, delicious shame. Kendra and I both knew that Dak's statement wasn't entirely accurate.
But I needed to keep my eye on her. To monitor her expressions. Even though she was smirking directly at me when I opened my eyes again.
"Very thoughtful," Kendra purred. "Leaving Molly for me." She reached out and touched my shoulder. "How you doing? Feeling... sporty?"
And there it was. A question that would mean nothing at all to Dak, but everything to me.
It had been a joke of some kind at first. I couldn't even remember how it had started. Something about how really there should be safe words for when boys wanted you to watch sports with them, or something. And so, naturally, now my safe word was 'football.'
Thus, Kendra asking me if I wanted to say it.
The problem was, I'd tried it once. Not when I needed to, but just to see what would happen. As it turned out, Kendra's teasing switched off immediately, and she very efficiently released me and ended our session. I told her, feeling very bad about it, that I hadn't really meant that we needed to stop.
She knew, though. And she was good about it. I was almost certainly going to test my safe word at some point. She had no resentment about it at all. However, I had to understand that we both had responsibility in that regard. If I said 'football' at any point, that was it. Done. No taking it back for either of us.
Kendra had held and cuddled me, and delivered exquisite aftercare just as if we'd finished our play time the regular way. She assured me of her love and everything. But the message was very clear. Saying the word would mean the end for now. No way around it.
That said, we'd since established 'basketball' for when I just wanted her to dial things back some. I could say that. It wouldn't be a nuclear option, but she'd definitely untie me straight away. I'd be able to escape this weird sexual standoff that somehow involved my brother.
"No," I heard myself saying. Just soft, but clear.
Kendra nodded and smiled. She stroked my hair softly, petting me the way she did when I was good girl for her.
I hated how good it felt in context, at the same time as I basked in the swirling emotions. So much conflict, so much hot shame, so fucking turned on.
I wasn't even sure I could follow all the threads of my own humiliating situation. But I knew I'd just added one. Because Kendra had offered me an out. I could have taken it anyway at any time, but she'd actually offered it. And I'd declined. We both knew it.
"Molly'll be fine for a while yet," Kendra declared, giving me a last head pat. "I should really get dressed, though. Somewhat inappropriate being dressed in just a towel."
I snorted at the line, but Kendra ignored me.
"I don't mind," Dak said.
"No, I'm very sure you don't. All the same..." Kendra leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. "Don't go anywhere," she instructed.
"Ha ha," I said.
Kendra left, somehow swooping elegantly out of the room in her towel-dress.
Then it was just me and Dak again. I honestly didn't know what to do with that. It was my own damn fault, sure, but I couldn't pretend like I'd thought ahead even a little bit. I was barely able to grasp the present, let alone the immediate future.
He was still hanging around where I couldn't see him. Just for the view? Or because he didn't want me to be able to stare back at him? Or... did he know what forcing me to use my imagination was doing to me?
Probably not the latter. That would require a level of subtle planning that I didn't believe he was capable of under the circumstances.
"Mind coming where I can see you?" I asked softly.
"Oh. Sure."
Dak shuffled over and claimed a chair. I tried to check for a tent in his pants, but his lap was below the edge of the table, and there was a limit to how high I could lift my head.
It occurred to me that I'd just tried to check my brother for an erection. I could pretend I just needed to know, but honestly there really wasn't any way he wasn't hard by now. If he didn't like what he was seeing, he wouldn't have been staring so long.
A shiver ran through me at the thought. I was turned on-well against my better judgement-by my brother seeing me like this. He in turn was turned on by seeing me. And then knowing what he must be feeling was working on me again, and-
Ok, so too convoluted maybe. But it was true.
"You make a nice table," Dak said.
I giggled nervously, finding myself altogether too shy all of a sudden. Maybe it was worse when we were face to face.
"That's maybe the worst compliment of all time," I said.
"Maybe. I mean it though."
"I bet."
I forced myself to meet Dak's eyes, if only to search them for clues to what he was thinking. Beyond just some presumed turmoil over enjoying his naked sister.
Or maybe there wasn't even any turmoil. Was that possible? Was it just me agonizing over my horny decisions here?
"You're beautiful, Moll," Dak said softly.
"Oh god."
"You wanted a better compliment, didn't you?"
"That wasn't exactly what I meant." I sighed and took a deep breath. "So what are you thinking?"
"About what?"
"Seriously? About what? What do you think?"
"You mean about..." Dak waved his hand at me.
"Yeah. About this. Obviously."
He shrugged. "I didn't think this was your sort of thing."
"Kendra kind of brought it out in me."
"Uh huh."
"Other than... appreciating the view, let's say. Other than that... what are your feelings here?"
At least Dak flushed when I mentioned him appreciating me. At least he had some sense of guilt about it. I sure did. Even if that only made it more intense.
"I'm confused," he admitted. "Like, I don't judge you or anything. Nothing like that." He hesitated. "But it's weird for me to know about."
"And yet you just kept looking," I said in a near-whisper.
Dak blushed darker red. He looked truly adorable, and his shyness helped me get over some of my things.
"Yeah. I did," Dak said. "Kinda still am." He shrugged. "I got a hot sister. What ya gonna do?"
"Good question."
"... you want me to untie you?"
"Probably be a good idea. I did ask when you walked in, you know."
"I remember."
Dak untied me, struggling more with Kendra's knots than she would have. Partly I was pretty sure that was his hands shaking. An excess of nerves and adrenaline. Same as me.
"Thanks," I said, finally standing up.
I rubbed my wrists, even though they didn't really need it. Kendra knew what she was about. I'd yanked way harder on my restraints than usual, and at no point had the ropes cut into me in a painful way.
"You know there's a whole puddle on the floor there?" Dak asked.
Oh god. I closed my eyes and tried not to let the flush of humiliated arousal show too blatantly.
"I'm aware," I said, carefully stepping around my own pussy lake.
"That's all from you?"
"Who else?"
"No, just... it's impressive. How'd Kendra even make you-" Dak stopped and looked away. "Probably shouldn't ask stuff like that."
"Probably not," I agreed.
"Sorry for... perving on you."
"That's ok. I blame Kendra. She left me here."
"Mmhm. Are we cool?"
I smiled with as much reassurance as I could manage. I was still all flippy and fluttery inside. Not in control of myself.
But I was the big sister here. I had to pretend.
With surprising control, I stepped to Dak and kissed him on the cheek, just a brush of my lips.
"We're cool," I said. "But I really need to, like, valiantly retreat right now."
Dak nodded, hand moving to where I'd kissed him. "Fair. I'll, uh... do... something."
I turned and walked away with what dignity I could muster. Which at this point was basically none at all. I wasn't sure I'd ever really have any ever again when it came to Dak.
Then again, he was one hundred percent checking out my butt as I padded away. It wasn't like I was alone in... whatever this was. I might be better off dignity-wise than I assumed.
Though the counterpoint to that was the continued arousal dripping down my legs. I was probably leaving a trail all through the house.
My attempted score-keeping on my abysmal levels of dignity faded as soon as I got to the room I shared with Kendra. I slumped with relief upon closing the door behind me.
Kendra rather calmly glanced at me. She was fully naked now, having dropped her towel, and hadn't had any intention at all of getting dressed, it seemed.
"You weren't even gonna come back," I said.
"I would have. Eventually. If I'd been needed. I felt like you and Dak might need a moment."
"We had lots of moments, thanks."
Kendra's eyes flicked down to my pussy and thighs, then back up. Her lips curled impishly.
"I can see that."
"Oh my god."
"I thought clothes might be premature. Seeing as how all that cumming just wasn't enough." Kendra pouted. "Usually my efforts last longer than that."
"Are you gonna pick on me more about my brother? Yes, I'm super fucking horny again. Everyone knows it. Even Dak."
"Baby girl, no. Not gonna pick on you." Kendra enfolded me in her arms. Her big, naked hug was equal parts comforting and arousing, which was just about perfect in the moment. "I thought I might lick your pussy some more," she suggested almost as an afterthought.
"That would be nice."
"And maybe play with your butt a little."
"Unf. That thing with your finger?"
"The one that made you squirt so much last time, yeah. But we better get some water in you. The way you were leaking, I'm surprised you're not dehydrated already. Get in bed, boo."
I gratefully sank into bed, propping myself up slightly on some pillows. I tried and failed to relax even a little. Too many nerves going off in me, too many rapid-fire thoughts.
I greedily drank the glass of water Kendra brought back, then had to continue waiting with great anticipation as she hummed to herself and got ready.
My clit throbbed urgently. I knew the delights I was in store for, and I had the bonus this time of savouring Kendra's naked body. She pretended like she wasn't just showing off for me, even though she definitely was, and was very much enjoying my horny, undivided attention.
Kendra settled between my legs and latched on to my pussy. I gasped and cooed happily. I needed her licks. Needed them so bad. Maybe worse than earlier at the table. I was in bad shape.
She salved the worst of my burning, shameful desire. She didn't let me cum though. Her tongue caressed my swollen, aroused pussy, giving me a full-body pleasure that nevertheless didn't quite hit that pure, sweet release.
"Kendra, I need to cum," I whined softly.
"I know, little one. Not yet."
I curled my hands up by my chest, under my chin. I pouted so pretty. "I was a good girl."
"Mmm. You were."
"... please?"
Kendra growled low. "Don't you take that adorable tone with me. You'll cum when I say."
I wiggled and strived for the cutest, most pitiful appearance I could manage. "Ok."
She growled again and attacked my pussy with her tongue. Carefully avoiding my clit, of course. Driving me crazy. Absolutely wild.
With my own spilled wetness, she reached in with a single cunning finger and went for my butthole. I needed my sweet release, but I knew I wasn't getting it at least until she had her finger in me.
Kendra slipped her finger up my ass using my own pussy juices. There were lots in this particular instance. She looked up at me while she wormed his finger naughtily inside me. There was a knowing look in her eyes, though I couldn't quite decipher it. Some silent teasing for being her little butt slut on top of everything else? Or still thinking of Dak and my extremely unsisterly reaction to him?
I didn't care. It was fine. I've be her depraved little kitten, just as I always was. It was from a new angle, but that was fine. Kendra didn't judge me for it.
And oh god was she going to make me cum hard. She shifted her head and sucked on my clit hard enough to be a tad painful, but in my state so much the better. Her aggressive posture on my clit came at the same time as she tried to stick a second finger in me. A double, slightly painful assault, that in my excessively horny state was so fucking good.
Kendraaa!" I moaned loud, dimly aware that Dak might even hear me.
But Kendra loved it when I stroked her ego like that. And, in fact, I needed to call her name. I needed something to focus on.
I was cumming hard. Too hard. It wracked my whole damn body. My pussy convulsed and squirted all over her, just the way she wanted.
She kept going. Kept licking and sucking me, wiggling her fingers so beautifully in my butthole, stretching me just enough to ache a little since she hadn't given me time to adjust properly. If she wanted to be showered in pussy, she was going about it exactly right.
"Oh my beautiful good girl," Kendra hissed lovingly.
"Mmhm!"
She made me cum again before slowing down at all. She wasn't done, but she went so slow and tender after that, after my initial needs were taken care of.
I felt like a such a special girl. It was amazing the sheer number of things Kendra could make me feel just based on how she licked me. Anywhere from a happy, dirty, slutty little thing, to the most adored princess in the world. Sometimes without any stops in between.
"Love you," I whispered.
Kendra flicked her gaze up to me, just for a second, letting me see the flash in her eyes.
I wanted to reach down and stroke her hair. I got the urge sometimes. But it felt wrong. She petted me. Not vice versa. That was the way of things.
There were plenty of other ways to show my love and appreciation anyway.
****
Kendra cuddled me so damn hard once we'd finished and cleaned up some. We had to change the sheets and everything after she made me cum so much without laying down a towel first.
She held me naked in our bed, her arms wrapped around me just tight enough to feel secure, just stroking me and whispering tender words. If ever there was a time I needed aftercare, this was it and she knew it.
In the wake of so much overwhelming arousal, confusion, shame, guilt, excitement, nerves and anxiety, it took me a while to even start to really talk about it with any clarity. Kendra didn't rush me. She held me and loved me until I was ready.
"You think Dak's gonna jerk off to me?" I asked.
Kendra giggled softly. "Probably."
"Yeah, huh?"
"I didn't mean for him to find you like that," she said more seriously.
"I know."
"I wanted you to worry about it, but... how was I going to know he'd show up early?"
"No, I get it. I know you wouldn't do that on purpose."
"Not without more warm up to it."
"Pff. As if." I nuzzled her soft breast. "You're not that twisted."
"I can be."
"Sure. In the moment. Same as me. But doing something like today on purpose wouldn't be a horny-girl move. It'd have to be planned and stuff."
"True." Kendra kissed the top of my forehead. "You don't know how scared I was when I realized Dak was in the kitchen with you."
"You were scared? I was absolutely losing it! You didn't hardly miss a beat!"
"I wouldn't be much of a domme if I lost my implacable outward facade now would I? It's all about maintaining the mask. No matter how I'm feeling inside."
I nodded, only partly because it meant rubbing my cheek on her booby. "I forget that sometimes," I admitted. "You come off so calm and collected while I'm freaking out. Though to be fair, I was naked and tied up in front of my brother, and you weren't."
Kendra cupped my chin and lifted my face toward her. "I'm responsible for you," she reminded me softly. "If something gets fucked up too bad while you're in my care, that's on me and I have to live with it. If this had gone bad, if you and Dak hadn't been so weirdly into it-"
"We're not... it's not like that."
"It is, my darling. I saw the way he looked at you. I saw his hardon. And don't think I didn't see the way you reacted."
I blushed. "Right."
"Sorry. I'm not trying to keep pressing the issue. I'm just saying, it could have been bad. Relationship ruining." Kendra sighed in relief. "And instead, it was a thing of beauty. A total freebie of an amazing domme session. But only on the razor's edge."
"I kinda wish you weren't right about that." I nestled my face against Kendra for security. "You're really ok with me getting off like that because of my brother?"
"You think I wouldn't be?"
"No. I just want reassurance."
"Hehe, ok. Molly, I think it's kind of hot that you've got the kinks you do. This one included. And I think it's kind of funny. But I don't think it's bad or gross or anything to be judged, ok? It's just what it is."
"... and you're going to exploit the hell out of it?"
"Most likely, yes."
"Of course."
Kendra was quiet a moment, lost in thought. "If you really don't want me to, you can say so. I'd understand. I just don't think that's really what you want."
I in turned had to think. I mean, I didn't really. I knew my answer already. It just seemed important to consider. Or at least pretend to.
"I trust you," I said.
"Mmm. I know. So don't stop, is what you're saying?"
"... I'm not gonna say it."
"That's fine. You don't have to."
****
Normal home life was on the stilted and awkward side for the next couple days. It wasn't bad. Nothing was ruined between Dak and me. But we had certainly lost our usual rhythm.
We couldn't make eye contact for long at any given moment. I kept sensing his eyes on me when I wasn't looking at him. The sort of feeling I got around boys sometimes when they were into me. Never with Dak before. He'd looked, but never like this.
Though to be fair, it might have just been me imagining it. It wasn't like he was fully, blatantly leering at me or anything. I might have been juxtaposing him with previous experiences I'd had in my life. Overlaying him onto the mental pattern I had for sexual tension.
Because it was a sexual tension of a sort. It took me a while to realize it. Not like we actually wanted to get together or anything. Nothing like that. Dak was still my little brother and everything. But he'd seen me naked. Seen me all tied up and subby for Kendra. And we'd both gotten off on it. That wasn't nothing.
It was about the third day after the incident when Kendra got naughty again. It was in the morning too, while I was still just getting dressed.
"You should wear your collar," Kendra said, as though it was only an idle suggestion.
"Oh I should, should I?"
"I like when you wear it."
My heart beat a little harder, both from wanting to please Kendra, and from knowing the real reason she wanted me to wear it. She wanted me to show it to Dak again.
I could protest. It was always an option, even if I very rarely exercised it. I didn't particularly want to anyway.
"Would you put it on for me?" I asked, full of false innocence.
Kendra grinned cat-like and glided near-silently around the bedroom on bare feet. She was only in her underwear, having mostly just been watching me dress.
I stayed where I was, facing our mirror and adjusting my hair while Kendra found my collar and stalked playfully up behind me. I held still for her while she looped my collar about my neck and delicately snugged in into place at just the right tightness.
I felt a delightful shiver run up my spine as she nimbly collared me. It was way better when she did it. There was a sense of being possessed by her. Of being owned. Being hers. Her pet good girl.
"You look so good with your collar on," Kendra said.
"You just want me to wear it in front of my brother."
"That too."
"... I can't believe I'm going to do it."
"Sure you can. You've been waiting for me to make you do something in front of him."
My cheeks went pink. It was so clear in the mirror, but I didn't want to turn away. Kendra was standing so close behind me, watching me over my shoulder, making me feel all tingly and good just with her presence and the wickedness in her eyes.
Kendra met my gaze in the mirror and grinned wider. She wrapped her arms around me and rested her chin on my shoulder. She casually groped my boobs some, but didn't mess up my outfit.
"You know what you do to me?" she asked softly.
"Not half what you do to me."
"Debatable." Kendra released me with a final smack on my butt. "Anyway, I got work too. Better get dressed."
I nodded. "I'll get breakfast ready."
"Thanks, babe."
I made my way to the kitchen more nervously than usual. I was curious what Dak's reaction to my collar was going to be. Probably nothing huge, really. It wasn't a big thing compared to getting to stare at my bare ass.
Still, my pussy throbbed with low, insistent excitement as though I was on my way to something thrilling and intense, rather than just mixing some pancakes.
I was alone at first, but Dak appeared. He had an impeccable spidey-sense when it came to pancakes. His eyes widened when he first caught the collar around my neck, but he didn't initially say anything.
"Thanks for making breakfast," he said instead.
"Sure."
"Kendra coming?"
"She's getting dressed."
I waited to see if there would be any comment, but there wasn't. It was mildly infuriating. What did a girl have to do to get her brother to comment on her BDSM accessories anyway?
Kendra showed up a little bit later. She seemed disappointed to just find me and Dak eating at the table as normal. She'd probably even waited a while to give us time for... something.
By the time I'd finished, I'd already half-forgotten I was even wearing my collar around my brother. It was kind of nice, but also meant it wasn't really getting me horny anymore. Then again, I had to go to work, so being horny wasn't really ideal. Not that that always stopped Kendra. She didn't shy away from sending me off to work with soaked panties.
****
I got used to wearing my collar around the house again. It had never been an all the time kind of thing, and still wasn't, but we didn't have to hide it from Dak anymore. It mostly became normal, but every now and then he'd look at me in just the right way to remind me that I was showing off my subby side to him, and it would get my juices flowing.
Possibly because of those occasional glances and fun feelings they caused, I found myself gravitating toward hanging out a little more with Dak when I was collared. Some of it was deliberate, but sometimes I wasn't quite sure.
I was playing on my phone in the living room when Dak finally brought up my collar wearing habits. He'd been playing a video game, which I was halfway paying attention to over my phone.
"I'm not, like, getting in the way, am I?" he asked.
"Of what?"
"You know. Like, you've started wearing that collar a lot, but you didn't before I... caught you in the kitchen. You two aren't, like, being deprived of sexy times because I'm around, are you?"
"Nah. I wouldn't say that. We usually stick to the bedroom anyway."
"'Cause if you want more time alone in the house, you can just let me know and I can find other things to do for an hour or two."
"Uh, thanks."
I glanced sidelong at Dak, who'd just offered to me and Kendra more bondage play time in the house. It was a surprisingly casual offer, all things considered.
"What about you?" I asked. "Do you ever feel like you can't bring girls here?"
Dak considered. "Maybe it's a little weird? But I don't have much going on right now anyway, so I'm not gonna worry about it."
"Sure. Makes sense."
"Be kinda fun to get you two back some though."
"Get us back?"
Dak turned his face fully toward me. "You know. All those times you leave the door open, and you do that loud moaning thing, and-"
I went bright red. "Fuck. Sorry. I told Kendra not to keep doing that."
"Nah, it's fine."
"But... how much did you hear?"
"I mean... I assume most of the time when you cum."
"Oh god."
"You're loud, Moll."
"Arrggh." I buried my face in my hands for a moment. Even in my desperate embarrassment, I felt the lovely, happy tingles working their way through me. The pleasure of the shame. "You're not s'posed to hear that."
"Well, you know, the door is there to be shut for moments like that."
"I know! But once she starts... I'm not getting out of bed."
"No, I imagine not once you're all tied up."
"That's not always."
"No?"
"No. Just sometimes. Too much work doing it every other night or whatever. Plus it wouldn't be as special."
"... being tied up is special?"
"It is when Kendra does it, yeah."
"Huh. The things I never knew about you."
Dak finished up a little while after that.
I stayed where I was, but put on Netflix while I continued to relax and while the time away.
Kendra came in while I was sitting there cozied right up to me without even a greeting. I smiled and put my phone away for better cuddling.
"We have to start keeping our door closed," I said.
"Oh?"
"Dak can hear me. When I cum."
Kendra grinned devilishly. "Ooh."
"No ooh. He doesn't need to hear that."
"No, but it's fun. I wonder if he jerks off while listening to you."
I pouted. "Bad!"
"Uh huh. But don't pretend you don't like it."
I squirmed in my seat. "Maybe."
"I bet one of these times he'll come watch."
"Kendra!" I said with a loud gasp.
She was going too far. In an extremely exciting way, mind you. I was somewhat on edge already from my conversation with Dak. Kendra was pushing that even further.
"I mean, with the door open and all. And hearing you getting off like crazy. Probably squirting all over. He'll want to see that. It's quite the spectacle."
I bit my lip and shook my head, trying to ignore the thumping in my chest and the twitching in my pussy.
"He wouldn't come watch," I said firmly.
"What if I invite him?"
"You wouldn't."
Kendra arched one perfect eyebrow. "You telling me what I wouldn't do?" she asked in lethally calm tone.
"No."
"Didn't think so."
I was still squirming, for more than one reason, unable to properly enjoy our snuggling. My horniness was getting to be the worst problem, and also probably the easiest to deal with.
"Kendra?"
"Hm?"
"Can I lick your pussy?"
"Hehe, are you just trying to distract me?"
"Partly. But... I'm horny. And you haven't asked me to lick you in a while."
"True. I've been having too much fun. But I do miss your sweet little tongue." Kendra gave me a soft kiss. "Is that what you want right now?"
I nodded eagerly. "Pleeeaaase can I lick your pussy?" I asked, knowing that asking cute would up my chances.
"Unf. Horny little thing. Can't say no to you, can I? Makes me wonder who's in charge sometimes."
"You, obviously." I said, sinking to my knees in front of Kendra. "That's how domming works."
"I used to think so too. It's not always so clear."
I wasn't sure what she was on about, but I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. I was more interested in getting Kendra's pants and panties off. Then after that, getting between her legs and lapping at her cute little snatch.
Kendra moaned appreciatively. Hearing her pleasure was musical to me. I pushed her legs further apart, using only my tongue to actually play with her pussy. She tasted so sweet, and I craved more horny sounds from her.
I wanted to make her feel so good. The way she was always doing for me. I didn't get to reciprocate as often as I wanted, though that was her fault more than mine. She was in charge after all, whatever she was trying to claim all of a sudden.
I licked and sucked on Kendra's pussy just as skillfully as I knew how. I made her cum, much to my delight. And further delighting me, she didn't even stop me there. Sometimes she did. It annoyed me a little that she'd deprive herself just to exert control. She was supposed to deprive me, if anything. Though in a roundabout way, that was exactly what she was doing. It was complicated, and I was just glad she was the one who had to worry about our dynamics like that.
As was getting to be a bad habit, I forgot about Dak. Forgot all about him as I licked my girlfriend so good and worked her to another cum.
Then, when my brother walked in on us, Kendra wrapped her legs around me so I couldn't easily pull away. She was waiting for this to happen, I belatedly realized. I'd set myself up for it. And she'd probably claim later that I'd done it on purpose.
But I hadn't. Had I? I didn't think so.
"Well... oops," Dak said, stopping short at seeing me busy licking Kendra.
I lost my rhythm for a moment, but then kept going. Hot, dangerous excitement hit me hard. I'd been caught again. Not just tied and helpless, but actively licking Kendra. Eating her pussy. And now doing it where my little brother could see.
I wondered if he thought Kendra had made me, or whether he'd suspect that my own horniness was to blame? Which was worse, even? Maybe it didn't matter.
"Hey, come sit," Kendra said, inviting Dak closer. "We can put something different on to watch, if you want. Molly got... otherwise occupied somehow."
I felt my face go warm, matching the heat in my pussy. I was desperately trying to watch Dak from the corner of my eyes without stopping on Kendra's slit. My hand twitched toward my crotch, but it was only a twitch. If I actually wanted to rub myself I'd have to ask permission. Not that Kendra minded one way or the other, but she did find it a delightful excuse to 'punish' me for being wanton, and I could only imagine the mileage she'd get out of doing something like that now.
Dak had to think about it. I hoped he'd decline, even while inwardly knowing that was a lie. My not-so-secret deeper wish was for him to accept Kendra's offer and come join us.
He did, in the end. He sat as far away from me as he could on the couch, but that was still pretty close. More than close enough to watch everything I was doing. To see his sister being her naughty, subby self.
Kendra didn't outwardly appear affected. She was the one with her pussy out this time, but she also didn't have the same connection to Dak to make it a whole thing. The focus was all on me, and I couldn't decide between basking in it, or wanting to slip away and hide. Such a heady mixture, turning me on like nothing else.
"You want to pick a different show?" Kendra asked Dak, as though there was any chance he cared more about than about me.
"Nah. It's fine," he said.
"Cool, cool. How was work?"
"It was ok. I mean, my boss was in kind of a mood, so a little tense I guess."
"Sure."
My cheeks burned as the two of them somehow made idle small talk. Dak went along with that way too easily. Kendra I understood, because she was deliberately pushing some buttons and seeing what happened. Dak's easy acceptance made her efforts so much more effective.
I was still making Kendra feel good. Her pussy was still gushing, her hips made little movements every now and then, and I got the occasional soft gasp in between her conversation. But she wasn't giving me the usual feedback.
I couldn't figure out exactly what she was going for, but it didn't matter. It was working. I felt like a subbier, sluttier little thing than I was ready for. Licking away at my girlfriend while she chatted with my brother. Him watching, unaware of the various factors at play. Only seeing the obvious.
Fuck I wanted to play with myself. I almost would have, right there in front of Dak and everything. I was getting stupidly turned on. Kendra even started playing with my hair while I ate her, idly petting me while I licked away at her pussy.
If only she'd tied my hands behind my back or something. Taken it out of my control. It was so much easier not to touch myself when I didn't have the option. When I had to control myself, it could drive me crazy much faster.
Kendra cooed happily and gave me more pets when I made her cum again. She made sure Dak knew that I'd gotten her off. Her legs were still around me though, so I kept at it. Kept licking like it was my job.
I loved it. She didn't often let me lick her snatch for as long as I wanted. But I was going insane down below, needing to be touched, needing attention. It was going to get to a point where I'd have to lie back on the floor and jam my fingers down my pants right in front of the both of them, and I didn't know if I could handle the consequences of being quite so desperate.
I was fully burning up by the time Kendra came again, and finally nudged me away. I sat back on my heels, red as anything, pussy all down my chin, eyes gleaming, fingers digging in to my own thighs in an effort to be good.
"Mmm, that was good, babe. Thanks," Kendra said, gazing adoringly at me through heavy lidded eyes.
I wiggled anxiously on my knees, trying my best to sit still. "Thanks for letting me lick you," I said, knowing I was only embarrassing myself further in front of my brother.
It was a real effort not to stare at Dak. He was hard. So hard. My frequent little glances were more than enough to tell me that. And it was all over me. Well, mostly me. Maybe a little bit because Kendra hadn't bothered to hide her bottomlessness at all.
Kendra turned slowly, deliberately to Dak. "How you doing there?"
He shrugged. "Fine."
"You seem pretty... excited."
Dak flushed. "Maybe."
"Did your sister get you hard again?"
Dak shook his head and stayed quiet. The answer was obvious to everyone though.
"Don't pick on him," I said in a soft whine.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Kendra assured me. "I was only going to ask if he wanted to cum."
My heart threatened to beat out of my chest. Dak just looked panicked.
He wouldn't just, like, jerk off in front of us, would he? I'd be absolutely riveted if he did. I couldn't pretend I wouldn't. And I'd have to play with myself right along with him. I wouldn't physically be able to stop myself. But that couldn't really be the intent here. To get me being all horny and uncontrolled via getting my brother to masturbate.
"Maybe I should go to my room," Dak said.
"You could," Kendra said agreeably. "Or... would you like to cum on your sister?"
My poor little heart fairly stopped before resuming its wild staccato. I was going to dig my nails right through my jeans at the rate I was clenching my fingers on my thighs. It wouldn't even surprise me if I'd soaked through my pants at the crotch already.
Dak stared straight at me. I shyly met his gaze, but was no help to him. I didn't know what to do any better than he did. But I stayed right where I was. As still a good girl as I could possibly be under the circumstances.
Silently, secretly, I wished for him to say yes. It was entirely the wrong answer, and I didn't even know what it would mean if he said yes, but oh how I wanted it.
"That seems like a bad idea," Dak said finally.
"You're not wrong," Kendra said, a light note of teasing in her statement. "Molly, what do you think?"
I swallowed, my throat painfully tight, my mouth all but dry. Taking a deep breath wouldn't help. I wasn't even sure if I could manage one. I was trembling so hard it was amazing I hadn't fallen over yet.
"Do you want to cum on me?" I asked in a small but desperately earnest voice.
Kendra's eyebrows lifted, even if only for a quick second. I nearly missed it entirely, I was so focused on Dak.
He was all the more shocked. Not totally caught off-guard or anything, but not ready for my follow up. I hadn't know that was what I was going to say until I'd said it, but in hindsight it might have been inevitable.
"That's unfair," Dak said, breaking the silence.
"Isn't it though?" Kendra said breathlessly.
At least I'd broken her mask and she was showing her excitement. It was rare enough I could do that when she was being all domme-y.
"I shouldn't," Dak said regretfully.
"True," Kendra said before turning back to me. "He shouldn't. But maybe if you ask really nice."
Oh god. I had to close my eyes for a full thirty seconds before I could muster anything at all in myself. I opened them back up and stared full at Dak, just as sweet and pleading as a painfully horny big sister could be.
"Please cum on me?" I asked. My voice even almost stayed steady for the four short words.
Dak groaned. "Unfair," he repeated. "Is this for real?"
"She asked nice," Kendra said.
Her hand was between her legs. I'd just made her cum three times, and yet she was rubbing herself. I was too horny to function, but at least I wasn't alone.
"Please?" I repeated.
I had to double down. There was no other option. If I asked for something like my brother to cum on me, and then he just didn't, I'd be devastated. There was no coming back from that. Sure, I'd get off on the purest shame and humiliation that would ensue. But it was a case of definitely not being worth it. At this point, however much begging it took, I needed Dak to play along. He had to. Our dynamic was going to be different after either way, but I needed us to be on the same page.
The way my body was tensed at this point, if he walked out right now, it wouldn't even surprise me if I passed out as the only possible coping mechanism available.
Dak still fought it. And I couldn't blame him. But thankfully once he stood, his hands were immediately fumbling at his belt.
A wave of relief washed through me. If only I'd had a hand down my pants I probably could have made myself cum right there in that instant. My relief came with precious, happy tingles all through me, triumphant and amazed.
Aftershocks of shame came after as I briefly pondered the ramifications of seducing and corrupting my baby brother like this. That was bad. No doubt about it. But he was getting his cock out to jerk off on me, and that was way too immediate for all these other considerations to stand a chance.
"Fuuuccck," Kendra hissed from her thronely vantage point.
She was rubbing herself harder. Her recent orgasms might as well not have happened.
I agreed with her, but didn't voice it. I didn't do much of anything other than stare at my brother.
Dak stepped right up to me, just as naked below the waist now as Kendra was. His cock was painfully hard and red, dripping a slick mess of precum.
I gave him my best puppy eyes. The ones that even worked on Kendra most of the time. He looked about ready to burst. I hoped he wouldn't right away. That the moment would last. I couldn't deal with all this buildup and then have it end anti-climactically.
Dak didn't seem at all sure of himself as he stroked his cock so close to my face. That was fair enough. Nothing about this was really a good idea. But fuck was it hot.
I was absolutely soaking through my pants. I only didn't masturbate right along with Dak because of how transfixed I was, and because he came before I could snap myself out of it.
It was the perfect length of time, really. Not immediate, but over before any of us could rethink any decisions.
All of a sudden, thick white cum was spraying toward me. I closed my eyes instinctively and missed part of Dak's orgasm, but I had enough presence of mind to open back up once the initial couple spurts passed and my eyes weren't in danger any longer.
The last of Dak's cum caught my chin and tits, lower than the initial shots across my forehead and nose, and indeed my eyelids. I wasn't sure how deliberate it was, but he'd done a fantastic job of coating my face. Already some was starting to drip across my eyes.
Without thinking about it, as Dak was squeezing out the last little bit, I darted forward and licked the last of it from his cock. Just cleaning him a tiny little bit. It was a terrible idea, pushing boundaries yet again, and only after I did it did I realize how bad it was.
But that taste of my brother directly from his cock pushed me over the edge. I would have fallen anyway. I couldn't very well do anything else with a thick, brotherly facemask of cum coating me. But it was definitely the taste on my tongue that I carried with me as I fell back and began tearing at my jeans, desperate to get them off.
"Molly. Molly!"
I heard Kendra's voice, but shook my head and ignored her, still fumbling with my clothes. Her hands landed on mine, stopping me short.
"Pleeeaaase," I whined. "I need it."
"I know, darling. I know. Let me."
I trusted her. I couldn't hold myself back, but for my Kendra I somehow did anyway. Only for a minute. Less than sixty seconds of throwing my hands back over my head and somehow keeping them there. Luckily that was all it took.
Kendra got my jeans and panties out of the way faster than I would have been able to. She didn't even stop to tease me about how they were so wet I might as well have pissed myself. She just worked efficiently, spread my legs, and jammed her fingers up my cooch.
There was nothing delicate about the way she fingered me. Which was perfect. I didn't need delicate, I needed to cum. I needed release before I blacked out.
Kendra had a very serious look on her face as she finger-banged me and rubbed my clit. I loved her for it. She was horny too. I knew it. But she'd thrown that entirely aside. None of what she did in that moment was for her. It was all about making me cum. Bringing me back to reality, just a little, just enough.
I squirted everywhere, all over the both of us. As if I wasn't messy enough yet. I was dimly aware of Dak getting to see me cum explosively. Even that didn't fully register. But I came hard, and Kendra was already working me toward a second.
I licked some brother-cum off the corner of my lip, regaining enough consciousness to be aware of my sexy, slutty situation and to take advantage of it.
My second orgasm was smaller, and I didn't even think I squirted at all, but it was still excellent and kept my whole body shivering afterward.
"You're in bad shape," Kendra said.
I grinned. "How could you tell?"
"Ha, yeah."
Dak was watching closely getting hard again I noted. Kendra beckoned him closer.
"Here, take over for me," she said.
"Um... what?"
"Just keep rubbing Molly's pussy. Don't do anything special. I'll be back in a minute."
"I... oh god. What?"
Despite his confusion and uncertainty, Dak kept his hand on my pussy, right where Kendra had instructed. He rubbed in a poor imitation of Kendra, but the naughtiness of it made up for a lot.
It didn't even occur to me to wonder if I should be allowing it. I was free. Floating. I smiled happily at Dak, through a mess of his cum, while he rubbed my pussy. His big sister's soaking wet snatch. So bad.
Kendra skidded back into the room and down beside me. She'd brought toys. What else could she have gone for, really?
Dak tried to abstain himself again, but Kendra firmly told him to keep rubbing. She very much had the demeanor of a battlefield medic, not taking anything into consideration other than the needs of her patient.
"I don't think I should be rubbing Moll's pussy like this," Dak said, but in a voice that suggested he was fine with being overruled.
"Shouldn't have cummed on her face either," Kendra said. "Didn't stop you."
"That's... you two ganged up on me!"
"Didn't take a lot of ganging though, let's be real."
Kendra used my own wetness to slide a vibrating butt plug up my ass, then turned it on high. She followed up with the cordless magic wand she'd brought with her and applied it to my clit.
It was magical. Especially since Dak was still rubbing my pussy and I was getting off on having my little brother touch me like that.
"You wanna do something really fun?" Kendra asked Dak.
"Um... yeah, fuck it. What?"
"Hold the wand."
"Um..."
"Yep, just like that. Now we turn it up. And just keep it right there. Just hold it."
My eyes rolled back. I couldn't even see Kendra or Dak. Could barely understand the words they were saying.
Kendra got my brother to vibe my clit hard, and I came in equal proportion. The plug up my bum doing its work too.
The squirt the two of them got from me was tsunami-like. Basically like I was fully just peeing all over them. My whole body shuddered and shivered. My toes and fingers curled, seeking something to grasp and finding nothing at all.
And they weren't even done. Dak was still vibing me. My clit and ass were still taking heavy stimulation. I was a messy, horny girl. My beloved girlfriend and brother were still teaming up on me. I came again. And again. And oh fuck did I just lose myself in it.
****
I blinked awake to Kendra tenderly holding and caressing me. Dak was next to us, anxiously holding a glass of water. As soon as I was conscious enough and could be prompted to drink, they made me drain the glass.
"Went a little hard on you," Kendra said softly.
"I needed it," I said.
"Mmm. You really did." Kendra kissed me. "Still should have-"
"Don't start," I said. "I don't want you taking back anything."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Dak smiled shyly when I turned my unfocused eyes toward him. He was still half-naked, but not hard anymore. I didn't think he'd cummed on me again. Probably he'd been worried about me passing out. Which was fair. But it was only because of cumming too hard, which was the best possible reason.
"You came on my face," I said.
"I did," he agreed.
"Thank you."
"I mean... I think it should be me thanking you."
"Maybe. Kind of. You can do it again some time if you want."
Kendra laughed softly. "Don't make promises right now, little one. You're still kind of out of it."
"I promise I love you," I countered easily.
"That doesn't count. But I appreciate it."