Everyone has big dreams after finishing college: no more papers, no more tests, get a better paying job, buy a house, settle down and marry that special someone. The list goes on and on.
What Adam didn’t expect was his fiancée throwing her ring back in his face and dumping the whole of his worldly possessions out on the street. She’d run out of patience with him and fallen out of love, too; or so she said.
Adam was devastated, understandably. Where had he gone wrong? She was his girl, his one and only. They had been high school sweethearts, inseparable, the perfect couple so obviously in love, and he was determined to win her back.
But some relationships aren’t meant to be saved, and Jessica knew this all too well. She was six years Adam’s senior, and she had never approved of her brother’s choice in girlfriends. He had this tendency, whether pitiable or simply pathetic, to pursue damaged goods, inevitably winding up with his heart broken in the process.
But no more. Enough was enough.
“Come home with me,” Jessica offered, but her tone brooked no negotiating. She tucked a wavy auburn tress behind her ear and firmly stared down her brother from behind her glass of chardonnay. “You can’t keep couch-surfing at your friends. Not when I have a proper guest bedroom.”
Adam sighed and took another swig from his beer bottle. “I don’t know, Jess. If there’s a chance I can make things right with—”
Jessica interrupted with a shake of her head, green eyes narrowed. “Forget her, Adam. She doesn’t deserve you.” Seeing her brother’s still unconvinced expression, she breathed a sigh of her own, and her scowl softened. “Stay with me a couple of weeks. Get your bearings. That’s all I’m asking.” She slid her hand across the table and grasped Adam’s larger hand with her neatly manicured slim fingers. “Deal?”
Blue eyes finally lifted, and after a beat, Adam squeezed Jessica’s hand back, attempting a half-smile for her sake. “Deal.”
But Jessica underestimated her brother’s misplaced dedication, and two nights later, she heard his voice raised in argument coming from the guest room. Shit. Was he actually trying to talk reason with that worthless bitch even now?
Jessica stormed down the hallway and pushed her way through the door. Adam was pacing the floor beside the bed, mobile to his ear, but Jessica quickly put an end to that. Yanking the phone away from his face, she hit *End* without preamble or apology and tossed the device on the nightstand.
“What the hell, Jess!?” Adam bellowed, chest heaving beneath his thin t-shirt. He moved to grab for his phone, but his sister immediately sidestepped to put herself between it and him.
“Enough, Adam.” She poked him firmly right below the collarbone and glared up at him. It might have appeared humorous, her pitting her five-and-a-half foot self against her six-foot tall brother, but she hadn’t perfected her older sister stance and voice for nothing all these years. “She’s not worth it. She’s not worth *you*.”
“You have no room to talk. You never even bothered to get to know her.” Adam’s handsome features twisted accusingly as his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his eyes stormy and angry now.
“Oh, I know what she wanted you for,” Jessica shot back. “She wanted you for Mom and Dad’s money.”
“That’s not fair—”
But Jessica wasn’t done yet. “And she wanted you for this.” Her fingers suddenly grabbed and tightened around Adam’s cock, forcing a shocked breath out of him, stopping him dead in his tracks. Before he could recover, Jessica squeezed down even more through the paltry barrier of her brother’s sweatpants, her French tip nails grazing over sensitive skin with precise accuracy. “She wanted this cock of yours, didn’t she, Adam?”
Adam swallowed, struggling to reply, but Jessica didn’t give him time to regain his speech. Mercifully, her grip loosened, but it was only enough to allow her fingers to begin rubbing up and down the contours of his shaft.
“So responsive, little brother.” Jessica’s voice dropped to a sultry purr, and as she pursed her ruby lips up at him, Adam realized he’d never noticed before how tantalizing and teasing her mouth actually was.
“Fuck,” Adam choked out, fighting to keep his focus somewhere, anywhere, away from his rapidly thickening cock and the sudden awareness of the damning ache in his balls. “No.” He clamped his hands down on his sister’s slender shoulders, but he wasn’t certain if he was trying to force her away or pull her even closer. “Sis, please…”
“Just give in, Adam,” Jessica whispered, her fingers still petting and fondling and caressing. “I know you need this. Let me take care of you.” Pressing herself harder against him to guide him in the right direction, she nodded towards the bed. “Come on. Lie down.”
His internal conflict raged on for several heartbeats longer, but then Adam wordlessly acquiesced and moved to the bed. His cock throbbed in time with his pulse, acutely aware of the abrupt loss of Jessica’s touch, and chafing at the confines of his sweatpants. Without thought, he tugged at the tie cinching the jersey fabric around his waist and shoved the sweats off entirely, freeing himself to the cool air of the room and to his sister’s approving gaze.
“Your shirt, too,” Jessica instructed, her smile encouraging with an imperious hint. Yes, she was indeed calling the shots here.
Once Adam was naked, Jessica raked her gaze over his broad shoulders, taut muscles, and jutting swollen erection with a hum of appreciation. “Good boy. I should reward you.” With that, she fingered the top button of her silk blouse, circling the little nub suggestively, knowingly, before deftly undoing it. The next five buttons followed in teasing succession, revealing more and more soft skin and ample cleavage as they were unfastened.
Discarding her now superfluous shirt on the floor, Jessica reached behind her back, green eyes locked with her brother’s blue, and unhooked the clasps on her bra. One strap slid off her shoulder and then the opposite, freeing her breasts, high and full with rosy pebbled nipples.
Adam’s erection visibly twitched at the sight, his gaze wavering between his sister’s luscious tits and her face as she stepped softly but purposefully towards the bed. “Jess … what are you doing?”
Jessica chuckled and settled on the edge of the mattress, her light weight barely making a dent in the sheets. “I told you. I’m going to take care of you.” Her fingers curled expertly around her brother’s cock again, once more providing the pressure and stimulation that Adam so desperately craved.
Adam’s breathing punctuated the stillness in the room as he stared first at the result of Jessica’s ministrations, the paleness of her hand contrasting with the flushed redness of his swollen shaft and engorged head as she stroked, then at the sway of her breasts as she leaned closer and shifted her grip on him for a more vigorous motion. “Fuck,” he groaned, bracing himself against the solidness of the headboard, calves and thighs tensing. “Fuck, Jess…”
But then she stopped.
“On your hands and knees.”
Baffled by the incongruous order and with most of his blood having already rushed to his groin, Adam shook his head, confused. “What?”
“You heard me. On your hands and knees.” Jessica patted the bed. “Turn over.”
Brow furrowed, Adam hesitated, but the need for more of his sister’s touch fast overrode the half-formed questions and protests in his mind. He turned on his side and pushed himself up on all fours, glancing over at Jessica expectantly.
“Spread those legs.” Her hands were on him again, between his thighs, but they weren’t nearly as high as they should be, where he much preferred them to be.
“W-what?” Instinctively, Adam pulled away, but his actions were quickly rewarded with a firm slap across his ass. “Hey!”
There. Finally, Jessica’s fingers were on his cock again, and Adam choked back a curse as his body traitorously responded with erect compliance.
“You want me to continue, don’t you? Spread your legs.” Her other hand was between his shoulders now, pressing down, while its opposite resumed playing with his shaft, convincingly so, and Adam soon found himself yielding to his sister’s newest demands.
God, this was so exposing, humiliatingly so, but Adam sensed himself growing harder still in response to his new position. He could feel Jessica’s eyes on him, and he could only imagine the sight he was presenting: ass in the air, legs parted widely, turgid cock and heavy balls on full display between his thighs.
“How … how is this taking care of me?” he panted out, still desperately horny but frustrated by whatever game Jessica was playing at.
Jessica’s hand smacked his ass again. And again. And again. Her timing was impeccable, and her spankings only complimented her continued strokes to his cock, leaving her brother in a writhing mess of squirming and swearing.
“Sometimes,” she began, explaining between swats, “little brothers need to be reminded to make better decisions. Like not settling for second-rate, good-for-nothing girlfriends. Like listening to their older sister who knows better.”
She rained down a flurry of additional slaps against Adam’s buttocks, alternating between one cheek and the other, reddening his skin with impact after punishing impact, until his curses took on a pleading tone. Even then, she didn’t immediately stop but continued on with another 40-count to the backs of his upper thighs before she was satisfied.
After Jessica had finished, Adam sank his face into the pillow beneath him, raggedly gulping down air once he could breathe again without hollering and struggling. The embarrassment he felt from those reactions paled in comparison, though, to the raw physicality of the throbbing, thudding ache in his cock, and Adam realized with a fresh wave of abject humiliation that his sister’s particular brand of care had only made him harder than before.
Her breasts were pressed against his back now, warm and weighty and soft and firm, and Adam could swear Jessica’s tits were hard enough to leave impressions behind in his own skin. The sudden thought that Jessica herself might have been equally turned on by his predicament and responses caused Adam’s erection to twitch and pulse with redoubled vigor, and he thrust back in Jessica’s hand in earnest, wordlessly begging her for the *more* he needed to finally gain relief.
“C’mon, Jess,” he implored, clenching his fists into the sheets, sheets that now bore noticeable stains from the ready supply of precome leaking from his swollen tip.
Jessica’s lips caressed his ear, and her breath warmed his skin as she gave a low murmur of laughter. “Beg for it, little brother. Beg for it like you mean it.” The pad of her forefinger pressed against the slick drops at his slit, spreading the wetness around, rubbing at just the head and flared edges but no further, and Adam groaned piteously. Now the sensations were too much yet not enough.
“Please … please let me come, sis. I’ll be good. I’ll listen. I’ll do better. Please, Jess. Please let me come.” The words spilled out in an unconscious rush from Adam’s mouth. “Please, Jess, please. Touch my cock. Stroke me harder. Stroke me faster. Make me come. Yeah, make me come for you.”
Green eyes glittered approvingly beneath half-mast lashes. “That’s good, little brother. Very good.” Finally, Jessica relented and shifted her dominant hand to firmly wrap around Adam’s shaft again while her other hand found its place under the weighty heft of his balls. Purposefully this time and without any additional pauses to tease or defer, Jessica found her rhythm and pace – stroking, pulling, pushing, squeezing – all with just enough twist of the wrist to create the perfect amount of friction. “That’s it, Adam. That’s it. Come for me.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He didn’t want it to end, but he didn’t want to last any longer, either. With a shuddering howl, Adam surrendered, his cock spurting sticky pulses of semen with each of his thrusts against Jessica’s counterstrokes. Muscles tightened in ripples, contracting and releasing with orgasmic spasms, each one sending a wave of relief and pleasure crashing down over him.
“Fuck! Jess!” Adam felt his cock give one final mighty twitch, one more shot of come, and then he crumpled on the bed, utterly spent.
When he had regained just enough awareness to force his eyes open again, Adam was greeted by the sight of his sister stepping out of her dress slacks, her remaining covering merely a barely-there lacy thong.
“Now, it’s my turn,” Jessica announced, her lips curved upwards in a hungrily mischievous smile as she slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties.
Yes, it was going to be a long evening, but Adam was determined to be the model brother tonight, one who gave as good as he got. Gamely but slowly, he pushed himself back upright. “Bring it on, sis. Bring it on.”
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