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"What are —you–umm— doing?" I could barely speak.
The words came out as nothing more than a whimper.
I knew exactly what he was doing, but after he held my wet pussy in his hand for a few moments, I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
"Just admiring how —uh—perfect it feels in my hand," he whispered against my ear, making it even harder for me to control the ache building inside me.
"And how unbelievably soft your pussy is. The moment I touched it, it felt –umm—like I was holding the softest thing I’ve ever held."
His words made me bite my bottom lip as he slowly began moving his fingers, gently kneading me as though savoring the softness beneath his palm.
"Don’t get —ahh—too —umm– comfortable," I said through muffled moans. "You know—-uh– it’s not for you."
I said it on purpose, even as I felt his fingers grazing along the seam of my pussy lips.
I wanted a reaction from him.
And I got one.
Each time I provoked him, he smacked his palm against my pussy, the sharp sound echoing through the room.
The force made my entire body jolt backward into his crotch.
"Say that one more time, and I’ll fucking show your pussy who it belongs to," he whispered before running his tongue along the inside of my ear.
"Now you’re just talking nonsense."
My tone changed abruptly.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away before freeing myself from beneath him.
The moment he realized I genuinely wanted to get away and wasn’t teasing him anymore, he immediately moved off me.
At least he knew where the line was.
He understood consent.
If I could overlook what they had done to my brother, I might even have called him a gentleman.
"Did I offend you?" he asked, looking almost innocent as he sat back on the couch.
As I stood, I turned my head toward him and caught the longing in his eyes.
His eyes were pleading with me to stay.
That was when I knew it had started.
Without answering him, I walked toward my bed.
I knew he was watching.
"I’m tired," I said, reaching behind my back to unzip my dress.
I turned my head just enough to glance at him and caught the intensity of his gaze.
He rose from the couch, his cock still hanging from his unfastened trousers.
He shrugged off his open shirt and tossed it aside.
I let my dress slide down my body.
Then, aware that he was watching, I slipped off my bra, making sure my back stayed turned toward him.
I tilted my head just enough to keep him in the corner of my eye.
I covered my breasts with both hands before lowering one hand to slide my panties down my legs.
The moment they pooled around my ankles, I stepped out of them and climbed into bed.
He watched me like a hungry predator.
By the time I reached the bed, I was already on my knees.
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