Jessie’s hands trembled as she struggled to pour the milk. The opaque liquid sloshed over the rim of the glass pitcher as she steadied herself on the counter. One hand on the cup and the other grasping the handle, she let it pour out as beads of sweat built up on the back of her neck. Her thighs shook with the effort of standing upright.
Something clicked and Jessie’s breath hitched. She gasped and her hand jerked. Cold milk spilled all over the counter. It pooled over the salmon colored vinyl and dripped off the edge. Her entire front was soaked.
The starched white button-down shirt was now clinging to her alabaster skin. White droplets of milk dripped down the thick plaid skirt, tracing the short pleats to race down her slim thighs and soak into the lace stockings.
“Oh, Ariel.”
Her lips trembled as his voice cut through the ragged sounds of panting. Jessie’s slender fingers gripped the edge of the countertop she was bent over. Heavy breasts rested in the pool of milk, the material of the shirt turning see through. Two pink nipples pressed against the fabric, straining for freedom.
“Only bad kitties spill their milk,” Simon admonished from behind the camera.
Set up on a tripod, it had been capturing his sister’s attempts to cook breakfast for her brother. Dressed in a schoolgirl uniform with a set of blonde furry cat ears peeking out from her red curls. A matching tail accentuated it, sliding out from under the pleated edge of plaid.
Jessie looked over at him. Her cheeks were red from pleasure and her eyes wet. She looked at the camera unabashedly for a moment before her wanton gaze flicked up to Simon. To her brother.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled softly, another shudder wracking her body as her back arched on the camera.
Simon looked down at the remote in his hand. “It’s not even that high, Ariel. Should I turn it down?”
Jessie shook her head as she sucked on her lower lip. “No, no please. Don’t turn it down. I like it. I like it so much.”
Without being asked, Jessie dropped her head and began licking up the milk she spilled. “Please don’t be mad. I’ll clean it all up.” She lapped at it slowly, tongue curling to spoon the liquid between soft pink lips.
“Good girl,” Simon cooed, flicking the remote switch up one more.
The vibrator nestled between Jessie’s soaked pussy spurred to life and she gasped. It had lodged just against her sensitive clit and her legs shook with pleasure. Three orgasms in, her entire body was on fire. The plastic between her legs was agonizingly good, but it wasn’t enough. Her nerves were racing, over-stimulated and aching.
White drops dripping down her chin, she turned pleading eyes to Simon. “Fuck me, please. I want your cock. I want it so much.”
“How badly do you want my cock, Ariel?”
“I want it. I want it. Please. I need your thick cock in me. I’ll do anything.”
Simon set the remote down and stepped around the tripod. Jessie was still leaning over the counter, her thighs shaking. His fingers trailed along the soft back of her thighs, flicking the skirt up across her back to reveal her pert ass to the camera. She was wearing her customary thong.
The tail was actually a plug. It was nestled between the curves of her ass, laying against the curved orb and drifting between her legs. Simon grabbed it and gave it a tug.
Jessie gasped and tossed her head back, her mouth going slack.
The plug slipped out just enough that the widest part of the head pushed open the sensitive rim of her ass.
“Please…” her small voice whined.
Simon toyed with the tail for a moment before letting his finger slip into her soaked folds. She whined at the intrusion of warm flesh. He let his finger slide along the hardened rubberized plastic of the vibrator, feeling the vibration against his digit. Fluids were leaking out of her pussy, completely soaking his palm.
His wet palm crashed down on her cream-colored ass. The smack resounded around the kitchen and she wailed slightly at the sudden pain.
Simon’s boner was pressing against his loose sweatpants. It ached. He had been hard since his little sister’s first orgasm.
Wrapping her skirt up in his fist, he lifted her lithe body until she was on her tiptoes and slipped his cock inside beside the pink toy. Between the soft moans of pleasure she made and the wetness of her slutty pussy, he almost lost it immediately.
His thickened shaft pressed the vibrator against her G spot and Jessie finally came again. It was a body quaking orgasm. She tightened up around him, back arched, and trembling breasts pressed into the cold wet countertop. Clawing at her breasts to give them some relief, Jessie closed her eyes and felt the hot gush of juices down her inner thigh.
“You came without permission, Ariel.” Simon scolded gently. To punctuate his words he snapped his hips against hers. She was completely spent, lying bonelessly on top the counter as he used her body as a fuck toy. With the skirt in his hands as a handle, he fucked her savagely. Balls slapping against her wet pussy, she was dragged along the milky laminate. Her eyes were open, mouth slack, with soft little moans and hitches falling from her lips.
Simon came, probably too soon, but he felt his semen splurge into her wet heat. It was intense. White spots flared in front of his eyes and he bent forward, letting his forehead rest against the nape of her neck. She smelled like dairy products and sweat, a hint of lavender from her shampoo lingering just beneath.
He stepped back and let her fall to the floor. Legs splayed, vibrator whirring between the soaked limbs, she arched her back and smiled at her brother. Drops of milk were stuck to her eyelashes. And the tail coiled out from behind her. Used, debauched, and filthy. Simon snapped the buttons on her blouse, letting her full breasts bounce out. Pink nipples were hardened nubs, a soft rosy contrast to the jade like quality of the skin of her breasts.
“Good girl, Ariel.” He said softly, rubbing his finger against her lips. She sucked it into her mouth, tasting her juices on it. On him. On her brother who loved her so much she could feel his seed spilling from her pussy. He would turn off the camera now, kiss her sloppily and then let her suck his cock clean. Simon would carry her to the bathroom and clean her up. He would be loving to her, despite having come without permission. Then he would hold her against him all day, let her curl up into his chest and sleep soundly with her body satisfied.
If she was a really good girl, he would fill her up again before bed and let her fall asleep with his cock in her.
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