I listened to their footsteps as they left the room and then the creaking of the stairs. Tristan stood up, pulling his cock from my mouth with a wet plop.
“You did a good job, Erin. You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” he asked.
I looked up at him, still on my knees under the table. I slowly nodded, ashamed to admit such a thing.
“Come out from there,” he said, beckoning for me to stand up.
I crawled out from under the table and stood up. Tristan wasted no time. His big hands went straight for my breasts, massaging them through my top. Then his fingers gripped the fabric and ripped my top right down the middle. My big tits spilled out for him to see.
“Tristan!” I protested, but it was pointless. He tore my top right off me and flung it across the kitchen, out of reach. Not that it was any use now anyway. “How the hell am I supposed to explain this?”
I was standing in the kitchen in just my panties with both parents upstairs. If one of them came down and saw me like this there was no excuse I could make that appease them.
“Not my problem, big sis,” he said, grinning mischievously. I couldn’t deny the thrill that surged through me at the risk he was forcing me to take. The idea of getting caught was exciting.
He cupped my breasts with his hands, his fingers squeezing me tightly. I bit my lip and held in the yelp, as he teased my nipples. Tristan pushed two massive handfuls of tit flesh together in his hands, molding them into one big tit. Then he leaned forward and buried his face in my flesh.
I gasped silently as he began to suck on my breasts. His tongue slid over the soft flesh, flicking over my nipples. The effect sent shivers through me. I closed my eyes as my little brother’s tongue ran over my naked flesh, writhing against my sensitive skin. Teasing me with little soft bites to the fleshy mounds, he sucked on my nipples. Adeptly drawing one into his mouth whilst massaging the other with his hand and tongue. I moaned as he slid one of his hands down my stomach and under my panties.
Tristan found my clit and teased it with his fingertip, my panties doing little to hide his actions. He pulled them aside and slipped a finger into my sopping-wet pussy.
“Mhmm… getting nice and wet for your little brother, you naughty little slut.” His dirty words sent another hot thrill racing through me.
He pinched my clit as his fingers pumped into my cunt. My juices were running down my thighs with the pleasure he was giving me. I thrust my hips forward, grinding myself against his hand. His finger expertly found my G-spot and pressed against it hard. His mouth hungrily attacked my breasts as his finger ravaged my pussy like a man possessed. My world began to spin as I surrendered to the waves of delight he sent over me.
Tristan stopped suddenly and pulled away. Horniness ruled his gaze. He spun me around without a word and bent me over the table, pulling my panties down around my ankles.
“Tristan no!” I hissed, aware that our parents could come back downstairs at any moment.
“Shut up, slut. You’re my fucktoy and you’ll take my cock whether you like it or not,” he replied arrogantly.
That’s what made the whole thing so fucking hot. Admitting defeat, I remained bent over the table and I heard him spit on his hand before sliding his cock into me.
I rose to my tiptoes as his fingers gripped my hips and he slid into me without any further warning. Tristan slid out almost all the way before ramming his thick cock back into me roughly. I let out a soft moan at the sudden intrusion and he slapped my arse hard. I let out a yelp, more from surprise than pain. His hand alternated between smacking my arse and working his fingers over my clit as he fucked me.
Tristan stood up straight and grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled my head back slightly and his lips were on mine before I could say anything. He tugged hard on my hair while he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, matching the rhythm of our hips.
My pussy burned, consumed by the savage fucking Tristan was giving me. He wasn’t going easy on me, thrusting hard into my still tender pussy with reckless abandon. I gripped his hips, holding in a moan of pleasure. I had to be quiet or we’d be caught.
I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, refusing to let go as I gripped him passionately. The sensations mixed into an overpowering wave that threatened to overtake me. Tristan’s cock slamming into my wet pussy felt incredible. His fingers flicking against my clit was mesmerizing by itself, but combined with his cock it sent wave after wave of pleasure washing over me. Suddenly my legs trembled and my toes curled as the first orgasm of the day crashed over me.
I came hard, soaking Tristan’s cock with my juices as I moaned into his mouth.
His mouth fell away from mine as he let out a grunt of delight. His cock tightened and he began to shoot his load. My pussy squeezed at him, tightening further around his cock as he flooded my pussy with his cum. Each hot blast sent another shudder of pleasure through me.
I slowly came down from my orgasmic high as he slid out of me and pulled his bathrobe closed, tying the knot. I grabbed my panties and pulled them up, his cum was already leaking down my leg.
“Go and grab me something to wear,” I said, reminding him that he had destroyed my top and I had nothing but panties on.
Tristan smiled and shook his head. “I don’t think so. This is all part of the fun. Good luck getting back to your room without getting caught,” he said. Then he strode out of the kitchen and headed upstairs leaving me almost totally naked.
Oh fuck, I thought. I went into the laundry room, hoping to find any item of clothing to cover myself with, but there was nothing. Mom had cleared the room before she’d gone away. Shit. I had no choice but to sneak back to my room with nothing but a thong on.
I hurried up the stairs, shaking with fear and perverse arousal that I tried to ignore. When I reached the landing I heard my parents chatting away in their room and I could see that their door was wide open. There was no way I was going to get past without being seen.
I took a careful step and the floor creaked beneath me, betraying my movement. Nobody said anything. I took another step. Then another. My confidence and hope grew as did my dread with each step that carried me closer to my parents’ door.
The door was near now and my only option was to run past as fast as I could. I took a deep breath and bolted. I crossed the doorway in a flash and my heart dropped when I saw Dad sitting on his bed facing the door. If he saw me he didn’t say anything. Maybe he’d been looking at his phone and had seen only a flicker of movement.
I made it back to my room and shut the door fast. Leaning against it, I sunk to the ground, my heart hammering in my chest. Tristan was an asshole for making me do that, and yet I’d felt more excitement than ever before. I held my breath and waited to hear my dad’s voice but it never came. I’d gotten away with it.
I let out a small relieved laugh when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Tristan.
[Good job, Sis. We’ll have to play more games like that. Do you fancy coming swimming this afternoon?]
Oh, he really was a dick, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and laughed. Then I lifted my phone and typed a reply.
[Yes]