“Mumfff…” she managed to get out before he clapped a hand over her mouth and pulled her away from the door.
“You’d do it, you’d actually shop me to Mum?” he growled, and Izzy grinned triumphantly
“In a mouse’s heartbeat, honey-bun! Never call my bluff, Ollie-baby. You know I have no morals and very little shame when it comes to getting what I want!”
Ollie glared at her, his face reddening, then ducked his head as he turned away.
“Okay, you win, you little… you win! Just siddown for a minute, I’ve got to think about this!”
Izzy smirked triumphantly.
“What’s there to think about, Cutie-Pie? Mum’s a cow, but she’s a hot one; you know you want to peel those tight jeans down and go wubba-wubba-wubba between her tits and the cheeks of her arse, so all I’m saying is, I’m not going to freak if you do. No-one loses, you dope; you scratch my back, and I’ll look the other way while you fuck her into a coma!”
Ollie had been listening with only half an ear, parallel-processing the way he always did when Izzy droned on about her latest fuckup boyfriend, nodding in all the right places without actually absorbing anything she said, and now a devious scheme all of his own began to unfold in his mind. He smiled at his sister, causing her to frown uncertainly; she’d seen that smile before, like the time he’d tossed Greggie down a flight of stairs before laminating him to the pavement…
“What, what are you plotting now?” she asked, a trifle nervously as that smile reached his eyes, making them gleam happily. Ollie leaned back comfortably, his eyes fixed on hers as he smiled even wider.
“And what do you think you should sacrifice for making me do this, little girl? After all, you want this to happen, and you really want me to put my back into it, so I think you should make it worth my while!” he murmured, watching the wheels spin in her head.
Izzy’s eyes narrowed as she realised this time he was serious; if she wanted him to do this for her, it was going to cost her, never mind that she’d threatened to tell their mother about his grubby little fantasies.
The thought gave her a sharp, guilty little frisson, delicious and enticing, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. Besides, the way things were right now, he’d probably just get that long-suffering look from their mother, and she’d be back in her mother’s sights, only now with no Ollie as a backup plan.
Perhaps this was finally what it was going to take to get him naked and randy, maybe this was where she found out what he was really thinking about her. Perhaps it was time to finally grasp the nettle and play it by ear from there…
Izzy slid off the bed and sauntered across the room, hitching her short skirt even higher, watching his eyes as they zeroed-in on her crotch. ‘Oh my God…’ she told herself, ‘will he…?’ as she hitched her skirt even higher, the crease and folds of her labia now plainly visible through her wispy, somewhat damp panties. She decided to go for broke; if she wanted him to do this, to do what she really wanted him to, then maybe this was how she reeled him in…
“Is this what you want, Ollie-Baby?” she cooed, lifting her skirt all the way up so he could see her tiny, wispy panties straining against her smooth mons. Ollie smiled and licked his lips. Izzy trembled as a sudden wave of longing and lust swept through her when he did that.
‘”Izzy Bartlett, you slut! You’re tempting your brother, naughty, naughty!”‘ echoed through her mind as she edged closer to where her tall, well-built, gorgeous big brother sprawled in his computer chair, his eyes crawling all over her, but always returning to her panties, the rapidly swelling bulge in his jeans becoming more and more apparent.
Izzy stopped, unsure what to do next, only coming closer when Ollie crooked a finger at her, until she was standing between his spread-legs.
“There, is that what you wanted to see?” she tried to snap at him, but her voice lacked conviction, instead husking sexily, and Ollie grinned again.
“Not yet, Princess…” and with that, he hooked his fingers in the front of her panties and tugged them down past her crotch. Izzy could only stand still, locked motionless in something akin to shock, but in a good way, as her hot brother yanked her panties down, exposing her naked labia fully to his gaze.
“That’s better!” he smiled, then leaned forward to sniff delicately.
“Something smells delicious, little sister, mmm!” he commented, smiling again, but this time it was a genuine smile, a real, ‘Ollie’ smile, not that cynical smirk he’d been wearing earlier.
Before she could reply, he spun her round, his hands holding and kneading her round, tight little bubble-butt, squeezing and pulling the cheeks apart while she gasped at the sensation of her labia and anus being stretched open to his gaze.
“Enough, Ollie, please…!” she moaned softly, while at the same time pushing back against him, against his squeezing, kneading hands and probing fingers and thumbs. A separate part of him entirely admired her adorably crinkled, pink little anus, and suddenly he wondered what it would be like to give her a bloody good butt-humping; he filed that away for future consideration…
“I accept your offer, Iz, I’ll do what you ask,” he whispered in her ear, “but first… a taste, I think, just a preview of things to come, something to seal the deal…”
With that, he slipped her panties all the way down, grinning to himself at the ready way she stepped out of them, and pushed her gently over to his bed, to bend her over so her hands were flat on the bed. Izzy’s head was whirling as things she hadn’t planned, and now couldn’t stop, and wouldn’t anyway, unfolded around her.
She bent forward willingly, gasping softly as she felt the touch of his lips on the small of her back, burning like hot ice against her suddenly overheated skin. His hands holding and caressing her buttocks suddenly grasped and pulled them apart, and she gasped yet again as he thrust his face between her spread legs and licked all the way along her labia.
Izzy nearly collapsed onto the bed, suddenly rubber-kneed with the sensations ripping through her as Ollie slid the flat of his tongue along her labia again and again, each time bringing another crescendo of pleasure.
Izzy was shaking and crying now, sobbing for breath, for release from the exquisite torture of his tongue as he wetted her entire crotch with his saliva, his tongue-tip dancing along her perineum to insinuate itself between her labia, forcing them open, until, just as she thought she’d explode from the pent-up need, he jammed his tongue deep into her tight anus, as his thumb rubbed gently but insistently against her still-swollen clitoris.
Izzy collapsed on the bed with a guttural, gurgling scream, fortunately muffled by the bedclothes, as her mind exploded with the intensity of her orgasm, wave upon wave of pleasure sweeping through her until she lay, limp as a dishrag, completely overwhelmed by the experience.
It took a while, but finally the ringing in her head subsided a little, and she became aware of her brother softly calling her name.
“Iz, Izzy, c’mon Popsy, wakey-wakey!” and with that he gave her a playful smack on her bare bottom. That woke her up, and she rolled muzzily onto her back to look up at him.
“First taste, Izzy. We have a deal, remember? Let’s do this. I’ll seduce Mum for you, you make sure you catch us at it, maybe even get some pictures, and then… then I’m going to fuck you bow-legged, got that? Quid pro quo, Izzy, that’s the name of the game. We’re going to play, and with what you get on her Mum will have to keep her mouth shut and back-off while we do the wild thing any time and any way I want. Is that clear enough for you?”
Izzy held out her hands for him to pull her upright, grinning minxily as her face came level with the really obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. Her grin grew even more lewd as she reached out and scratched at the large bulge pulsing under the thick denim, her eyes dancing when he jerked.
“Affirmative, Sir, yes Sir, big brother, Sir!” she teased, saluting him cheekily, her eyes not leaving his as she squeezed the by now very obvious bulge, while she bit and licked her bottom lip sexily.
Ollie nearly groaned at how incredibly appealing she looked when she did that, but his cock throbbed even more, making her eyes narrow as she redoubled her squeezing and stroking of him.
“Fair’s fair, Ollie-pollie!” she grinned, squeezing harder now, feeling the thick outline of his cock throb against her fingers, and then he was sighing as she undid his belt and popped the button of his jeans, sliding down the zipper to his evident relief.
“No, not until…” he protested half-heartedly, so she didn’t hear him, and reached into the gap in his shorts to take hold of the fat cock she could feel pulsing in there, feeling a slight sense of trepidation as she realised just how thick it was.
She pulled him free and gasped; she’d glimpsed him naked a few times, mostly stepping out of the shower, so she knew he had a sizeable cock, but now, in its fully erect state, she was both intimidated and aroused to almost fever pitch by the sight of that long, thick, stem of shiny flesh, warm and hard, overlaid with a deceptive velvety softness, and traced with bulging veins. She gazed at it in happy anticipation; the last time she saw something that long, it had a knee-joint in the middle…
Izzy smiled happily as she gazed in rapt delight at her brother’s thick cock; that stupid bitch Shulagh Devlin didn’t know just what the fuck she was missing!
“Wow, holy shit, wow!” she breathed, and then Ollie groaned softly again as she slid her plump lips over the shiny purple bell of his cock, barely fitting him in her mouth. Izzy had sucked cocks before, but this was a whole new experience for her. At least Ollie had enough regard for her to not try and ram that thing down her throat; instead, he stood stock-still, her hand on his solid buttock feeling the muscular trembling and rippling as he fought to control himself, to not face-fuck her, to hold himself back from just jamming that thick column of flesh down her throat and probably injuring her.