Teased by your little sister~
You breathe a sigh of relief when you finally collapse down onto the couch. Mommy has had you doing chores all day after you beggedddddd to be let you of chastity. It was that little brat's fault you got put into it in the first place!
You take a deep breath. It doesn't matter now. You're out, and you can finally relax and play some Helldivers 2. You've got democracy to spread!
You get about twenty minutes of playtime in, before your fucking brat of a little sister pads into the room. She has the most practised, perfectly innocent smile across her lips, and her hair in a freshly done braid. Mommy further spoiling her little angel, you assume.
"Go away, I'm playing games." You force yourself not to yell, despite the irritation creeping into your voice. You reallllyyyyyy don't want Mommy to overhear.
She gasps in mock surprise. "That's no way to talk to your favourite little sister." The mischievousness in her voice is everpresent.
"*Only* sister," you correct, not taking your eyes off the screen.
"I don't think there's a difference." You feel her sit down on the couch right next to you, her body already leaning against yours. You eyes can't help being drawn to her bare legs, and you follow them up up up to the dangerously short skirt she has on. "Careful of that robot!"
Your gaze snaps back to the screen, only to see there are no enemies. She knows exactly what she's doing. "T-they're called automa--"
You're cut off by her hand gently resting between your legs as she nuzzles in closer to you. It's oh-so delicate, and elicits an immediate reaction from your body. "Automa what?" She questions, her voice *dripping* with playful seductiveness.
"A-automa--tons."
"Ohh, okay. Can I pleeeeeease stay and watch you play? I know Mommy wants us to get along better." She's so very manipulative, but between her hand on your crotch and the fact that she'll whine to Mommy if you say no, you don't have much choice.
"F-fine. Just. Don't mess up my game. And get comfy or something," you suggest, trying to get her off of you to give your desperate dick a break.
"Yay! And oh, I'm comfy right where I am, although perhaps it could be a little cozier..." Her hand undoes your pants in a flash of practised motion. Not a second later, you feel that delicately soft hand gripped around your cock. "There. This is *much* better." You don't have to turn to know there's an evil smirk plastered across her face.
"Fuck..." You whisper under your breath.
"Such naughty language," she teases as if her hand wasn't gently teasing the tip of your cock. "You want me to stop?" Her voice takes of a sluttier, sultry tone as she leans her lips up to your ear.
You know she's playing you. There's no way she's just here to have some fun or to make you feel good with no ulterior motive. But, god, fuck. She sure does play you well. "N-no," you stutter out.
"No, little sis," she corrects.
"No, little sis," you echo. The embarrassment of being so easily controlled by her rises up. Somehow, you can just never keep a clear head around her.
Still keeping your eyes on your game, you don't see her squirting something into her hand, but you feel the silky smoothness of lube. With elegant precision, she starts to play with your cock, jerking her hand up and down, running her thumb over the tip, working away with the talent of a whore.
While her hand stays busy, she keeps your focus on the game. Asking you questions, teasing you about your skill (or lack thereof). Whenever you get defensive and blame her, she acts completely innocent.
It gets more and more challenging to keep a level head after only a few minutes of her expert fingers working. A week of denial will do that to you. When you feel that rising tide of pleasure juuuuust about to make you burst, her hand slows to a crawl. You don't know how she got to be almost precognitive with edging, but you groan out in frustration. Your hand slips from your controller towards her crotch, but she grabs it with her free hand before it can make contact. "Ah-ah-ah. You've got a game to play, and imagine if Mommy found out you were touching yourself in the living room."
"But you're touching-" A look towards her tells you that she will rat you out in a heartbeat if you don't comply. You wish you could stop thinking with your dick and tell her to leave, but you obediently put your hand back onto your controller.
"That's better~" Her hand starts to work once more, teasing and tormenting you. "You know, Mommy said I have to do the laundry tomorrow, and I just thought, well, since I've been so, *so* nice to you that you could take care of that for me?"
With her fingers working you towards an orgasm, and the intensely seductive voice at your ear, all you can do is nod.
You get so close again, only for her to stop once more, only this time she grips down, stopping your shuddering cock from orgasming with a squeeze.
"Oh, and also I wanted to go to the park tomorrow, so you can drive me, right?" Her hand starting its lewd work once more forces another nod from you.
This cycle continues to the point that you don't even know half of what you've agreed to do, and your teammates are all complaining about how bad you're playing. You wish you could tell them how fucking hard it is to aim with your cock in the hand of a mischievous sex demon of a little sister.
You wish so badly that you could grab her by the hair and force your cock into her mouth and blow the load she's spent an hour teasing into her throat. That'd show her a lesson! But she's got you wrapped around her finger. The threat of Mommy remains everpresent, and she sees your little sister as her perfect little princess.
"Do you want to make cummies for your little sister?" The way she speaks makes it sound so innocent, as if she has no idea what she's doing. A far cry from reality.
You nod along, simply agreeing with whatever she asks. It takes you a second to realise what she actually said. "Yes, yes, just let me cum." Your breath is hot and heavy, and all pretense of you focusing on the game is gone.
"*Beg*." She practically spits the word into your ear.
With how much you've already agreed to, what's one more step? "P-please. Please just let me cum. I've agreed to everything you want. Just...please." you're not sure what else to say.
"Tell me how badly you want to make cummies~"
The word is so stupid, but you know she's not going to let you cum otherwise, and you can feel your cock getting close to orgasm for the millionth time. You're not sure you can survive another edge, not if the wet patch of precum on the couch is anything to go by.
"P-please. I really, *really* need to make cummies for my little sister because her hand feels so so good," you whine out while still trying to be quiet enough not to be overheard.
"Then make cummies for me." The evil excitement in her voice is obvious as her hand finally, finally, fucking finallyyyyy forces an orgasm out of your needy cock. And what an orgasm it is. You collapse back on the couch, losing your controller in the process. Your body shudders while her hand works away, getting every last drop of cum out of you. The world is a blur of pleasure, which descends in to aftershocks when she releases your dick at last.
In your cummed-out haze, you're only half aware of her wiping her hand clean on you. "Remember your promises~" She scampers off, and you catch the briefest glimpse of her panties as her skirt bounces up, and then she's gone. Fucking little sisters.
(Hope you enjoyed!!)
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