Sitting naked on a chair in a dimly lit room, Aly knew she was about to come face to face with her brother-in-law. She was in his house after all, so she knew. Still, she was nervous to see him. She was shaking from head to toe, her big, exposed breasts trembling with her. She felt the weight of their jiggle with every serrated breath she took in. God, Jackson was probably watching this somewhere.
Eyes frantic, Aly surveyed every corner of the room for cameras. There was no way Jackson wasn’t eyeing her in a control room somewhere, zooming into her incredible tits and her hard, pink nipples, jerking his dick furiously as he watched her lusciously bounce for him.
God, she should’ve known. She should’ve known Jackson wouldn’t just forget about her. He spent so long trying to convince her, coerce her. He wanted so desperately for her to just meet him at a hotel room and “have a little fun.” On some nights, he offered her money to just send him a picture of her sucking on her own tits.
He had been beyond obsessed and the only reason Aly hadn’t paid it any mind was because she was too distracted by the prospect of getting into college and getting ready for co-ed life. She had just graduated when Jackson emailed begging to see her “incredible tits” again. She had Rush Week to worry about when he offered to buy her a new laptop and car if she’d just come over and play with his dick. After that, she was too busy fitting in with her sorority to consider her brother-in-law’s offer to buy her an entire fucking *house* off campus if she’d simply let him come by sometimes and fondle her. He could even wait till she was asleep, like her stepbrother did. He could cum all over her and wipe it off or leave it on – whatever she wanted.
Hoping to one day mend her relationship with her sister, Aly ignored it all. Yet now here she was, her hands tied behind her back and her legs spread, each ankle strapped to the leg of the chair she sat on. Jackson was about to do more than just touch her breasts now. She knew that, and it made her realize she should’ve just sent him a nude back when he asked for it. Maybe she could’ve avoided all of this if she had just showed her brother-in-law her breasts when he asked to see them. A minute or two of suckling her nipples and maybe it wouldn’t have come to all this.
*Damn it, Alison,* she cursed herself, her bottom lip quivering as she heard footsteps approaching the door. When the shadow of feet came at the crack underneath, she held her breath.
Again, she knew who was coming. But when the door finally swung open, she gasped.
*Oh God, oh God.*
Standing in its frame was the man she’d first met at dinner at her childhood home. He had been so sweet to her and she hadn’t thought anything different of him. He spoke to her that night about Greek life and all the things to look forward to in college. Yeah, he looked at her breasts a lot but who didn’t? It didn’t mean he wasn’t nice. He even invited Aly to use his pool whenever he wanted. She could invite *friends,* even.
“Sweetheart.”
Jackson’s voice was gentle as he approached her. But Aly could see his stare growing in intensity by the second as he closed in on her utterly naked body. His eyes found her breasts fast and wouldn’t leave. It was as if her sweet nipples possessed a magnetic pull on him. He stared as if he wanted to own her. Then again technically, he did.
“You have no idea, Alison,” Jackson murmured, hovering over her now with a look of pure hunger. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, baby. The first time I saw you, sweetie, I blew my load on your naked tits and then introduced myself to you three minutes later. You already licked my cum from your body by then. Maybe rubbed it into your skin. And from that moment on, baby, you had me addicted. You little cum slut. You had me so fucking addicted.”
“What… what are you talking about?” Aly stammered. “The first time I met you…” She trailed off, remembering the day. “No. That was Aaron. Aaron came on me. He always does.”
Jackson grinned, reaching down to tickle the full underside of Aly’s left breast. He groaned as it bounced. “Oh yeah. That’s good. Now tell me… tell me about why Aaron gets to cum on you at night while you’re sleeping. I want to hear all about that, Alison.”
Aly shirked away from him but he grabbed her breast hard and squeezed. Crying out, she thrashed but that only made her tits jiggle irresistibly and suddenly Jackson was rock hard and shoving her face against the crotch of his pants, thrusting his clothed erection into her wide open mouth to muffle her gasp.
“Tell me, Alison,” he growled. “Now. In case you don’t realize, it’s your only move here.”
Alison’s eyes welled as she felt her brother-in-law’s hot, stiff cock against her lips. “Okay, okay!”
He finally pulled away. “Good girl.” He pumped his grip on her breast, squeezing softer now. “Now talk to me.”
Aly gathered herself. “I… I needed Adderall from him. He thought I was pretty. Simple as that. I let him play with my tits if he gave me pills.”
“Detailed. More detailed than that, Aly.”
Aly trembled as Jackson stood over her lap and massaged both her naked breasts now, his long fingers kneading into her full mounds. “It… it started out on Mondays. Our parents were still at work when we got home so we set aside an hour for me to… to sit on Aaron’s bed and hold my shirt up. He’d look at my tits and squeeze them and stuff. Sometimes he slapped them to see how much they would jiggle.” Aly looked up to see if her answer sufficed. When Jackson remained quiet, she searched herself for more details. “If I was feeling nice, I’d let him oil my tits up and fuck them… but then he’d always want me to open my mouth and suck on the tip and I didn’t want to do that, so that only happened twice. That’s it. After he came on me, he’d give me the pills and that was it.”
Jackson let out a long, deep *mmmm.* “You know you’re a little slut, right?”
“Yes.”
“Repeat it. Tell me what you know.”
“I’m a little slut,” Aly whispered tremulously. “A little cum slut.”
“That’s right.” Jackson’s firm grip of her full breast tightened to a pinch of her hard nipple. “I know you started letting him play with your tits while you were sleeping.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me more about that,” Jackson said as his free hand undid the buckle on his belt. Eyes wide, Aly stared ahead at his cock. It was fighting against his pants to get out and when it finally did, it sprung at her like it wanted to smack her in the face. Aly wet her lips, wondering why her instinct was to suck on it. God, she *was* a slut if the sight of a hard dick made her mouth water. She gasped when Jackson slapped her breast and made it jiggle. “I said tell me about how you let your stepbrother fondle you in your sleep.”
Aly shrugged. “That’s it, Jackson, I swear,” she pleaded in a whisper. “I don’t like Aaron. I’d rather him do stuff to me while I’m sleeping. I just hate the sound when he sucks on my tits. It’s so sloppy and wet and he breathes so hard. I don’t want to hear it.”
“Yeah?” Jackson dropped to a kneel in front of his young sister-in-law, his eyes at the level of her naked, heaving breasts. “What if I suck on your tits, Aly? I’ve been waiting to taste you for awhile, baby.”
Aly wet her trembling lips. “Just do it,” she blurted. “You’re going to do whatever you want to do anyway, Jackson. So do it.” Closing her eyes, Aly anticipated the warm, wet feeling of her sister’s husband sucking on her breasts. Stiff, trembling, she waited and waited. But she got nothing.
The strangest feeling of disappointment hit her as she opened her eyes to find Jackson studying her. “I saw the videos of your sorority sisters sucking on your nipples during break,” he murmured, a faint grin on his lips. “Did you like that?”
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Why? Embarrassed my men exposed you for the cum-addicted slut that you are?” Jackson frowned. “Don’t be ashamed, Alison. You like sex. You like knowing that your beauty drives men insane. You like rubbing cum all over your perfect titties because you feel like you earned that cum. Right? You think, ‘I made that happen. I’m powerful.’ Don’t you? I know you do.”
Aly chewed her pout back. “I don’t.”
“Yes. You do. And deep down, I know you want me to fuck you, baby,” Jackson said, his voice soft but commanding, filled with certainty. “I know you crave cock every minute of every hour, and I know you’ve craved mine for a long time. I heard from Aaron that you thought I was cute when you first met me. I heard from your best friend – the one I paid to dare you to tan in my yard naked? – she told me you used to think of me while touching yourself. So as much as you hate me now, sweetheart… as much as you resent the shit out of me with your head and your heart… I know that tight little pussy gets wet for me. In fact — ”
Aly finally started thrashing against her restraints when Jackson reached between her spread thighs. But instead of sliding his fingers against her pussy as she anticipated, he gently grabbed her hips and pushed her bottom backward on the chair, revealing the clear-as-day wetness he left on the seat.
“See?” Jackson smirked down at her. “What is that, Aly?” He fingered the silky moisture from between her legs and held it up before her. “Answer my question. What is that?”
Aly dropped her gaze but said nothing till he pinched her nipple. Her jaw dropped, her lip quivering as she hated and relished her brother-in-law’s merciless grip on her sensitive peaks. “It’s my pussy juice,” she finally bit out between her teeth. Jackson groaned.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “With a pussy that wet, I’m guessing you’re dying to touch yourself right now, aren’t you?” Cocking his head, Jackson ran a hand along Aly’s smooth inner thigh. When she shuddered so hard her tits shook, he laughed. “You’re dying to come, poor thing. You need relief, don’t you?” His question came with his lips wrapped around her nipple without warning, his mouth sucking with such wet warmth that Aly let out a moan she couldn’t control.
But before she even finished crying out, Jackson withdrew from her. When she opened her eyes, he was standing three feet away, tucking his hard cock back into his pants. Her big eyes wider than usual, Aly stared, finding herself praying for him to come closer again. From the bottom of her heart, she hated him. She was utterly disgusted with him.
But she wanted his hands all over her naked body.
Aly wanted to deny that but it was true. Her saturated pussy didn’t lie. She needed cock like she needed air and Jackson’s spot-on assessment of her cum addiction had her both pissed off and turned on so thoroughly that she could hardly breathe.
“Tell me you want my cock, Alison,” Jackson demanded. “Tell me you’ve craved it for years and you should have sucked it when I first asked you to.”
Furious, Aly’s teeth were chattering in her head. Her sex told her to give Jackson the satisfaction of her humiliation but her heart refused. So for the next minute, she chewed her bottom lip and stubbornly said nothing.
“We’re going down this route then, are we?” Jackson sneered.
*Yes, asshole. We are,* Aly thought.
But to her shock, Jackson nodded, laughed and then turned to leave the room, shutting the door quietly on his way out.
For the next sixteen hours – legs open, hands bound and pussy aching – Aly would regret her silence.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5i7hl2/dont_flash_your_tits_at_strangers_part_8_mf
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