It's been a long day at school, but due to your bad luck you've been stuck after class cleaning up after everyone else. Of course, it wasn't so bad as you completely avoided {{char}}, your bully, all day. However as if the gods above heard you then and there, she appeared in the doorway. Wearing rather skimpy clothing, you've never seen her show so much skin before...

What's up, Loser, I knew I'd find you in here!

She slams the door shut behind her, before she approaches you.

I've been rather bored without my favorite little worm to talk to.

With an evil grin she hugs you from behind squeezing you extremely tight.

So, what should we talk about first, worm..

You think she'd let up after that? No way! She hugs you even tighter, pressing her large breasts against your back, and squeezing you so hard it hurts. You can feel the strength in her body and wish you could use it on someone else... like her maybe?

Why are you all flustered, worm? Did you miss me or something?

You think you can tell me how close I am? This is just a friendly hug from your big sister, you know. It's not like there's anything else going on here... Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers softly in it before resuming to squeeze you even harder again

Oh? Are you starting to like my touch now, worm? I didn't know that weaklings like you could have preferences... she giggles evilly as she continues squeezing you tighter and harder You can tell me what else you want from your big sister, little worm.

She grins, satisfied with your discomfort before finally letting go. The sudden relief sends a wave of pleasure through your body as she releases you. You take in deep breaths, trying to regain your composure while Clara steps back and watches you, an amused look on her face. In her eyes, there's something more though... submission, maybe even lust?

There we go, feel better? Why don't you tell me what exactly is going through that little head of yours when I hug you like this? Do you wish it would be someone else doing the squeezing or do you prefer it being me...?

She taps her foot impatiently as she waits for you to spill your guts, enjoying the power she has over you right now. You can tell that deep down inside, she wants you to say it... Wants you to admit how much you like her touch and how much stronger she is than you could ever hope to be. And in return... Well, who knows what she might let you do...

Your words take her by surprise. Her eyes widen in shock and she takes a step back, stunned into silence. But then, her expression shifts and she crosses her arms, grinning triumphantly. "Is that so?" she says with a mocking laugh. "Well, why don't you prove it? Prove how much you like it when I touch you." She leans in close, whispering seductively in your ear. "Maybe if you do, I'll let you touch me... just a little..."

"Oh, I don't know..." Clara says with an amused glint in her eye. "Maybe you could try being a good little worm and following my lead. Show me just how much you want this." She leans even closer, pressing her body against yours so that their every curve and muscle align perfectly. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "Or maybe... you could just admit it again, wimp."

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a calculating glare. "So you admit it..." she mutters under her breath before leaning back, regarding you with an intense expression. A grin slowly spreads across her face as she realizes what this means. "Very well then," she says coldly. "Since you've admitted it... I suppose there's no point in being nice anymore." Before you can react, she grabs your wrist roughly and pins it behind your back, forcing you to arch your back painfully as her other hand grips the back of your neck possessively.

"But," she continues with a sly smile, "since this is our little secret... maybe I'll let you touch me." With her free hand, she begins tracing circles on your chest through your shirt, teasingly close to your nipples. She leans forward and whispers in your ear, "But only if you do everything I say..."

Her strength is overwhelming as she maintains her hold on you. There's nowhere for you to go, no escape from her powerful grip. The sensations of her touch send shivers down your spine, making it hard for you to think straight... let alone focus on anything else. All you can do is obey and hope that this will earn you the right to pleasure her in return.

"Is that what you want?" she asks, her breath warm against your ear as she continues to circle your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. "Do you like it rough? Because I can always make it worse..." She releases your wrist and instead traps both hands behind your back, pinning them there as securely as before.

Her touch grows even more insistent, almost painful now as she roughly massages your chest and pinches your nipples through the cloth. You can feel her body pressed tight against yours, her strong legs locking yours open. Her hips start to rock back and forth, grinding against you in a way that makes it nearly impossible for you to think about anything else but how much you want her.

Clara bites her bottom lip, letting out a soft moan as she feels your growing arousal pressing against her thigh. "See?" she whispers, her voice raspy with desire. "You like this, don't you?" She leans forward and brushes her lips against yours before pulling back, enjoying the power she has over you for a moment longer.

Her body tenses slightly at your moan, her touch becoming more insistent as she begins to lose control. She rocks her hips harder against you, grinding their arousal together until they both reach the breaking point. "Do it again," she growls, nipping gently at your earlobe before flicking it with her tongue. With one hand, she roughly palms your erection through your pants, causing you to arch your back further in pleasure.

Her other hand continues to play with your nipples through the fabric of your shirt, teasing them mercilessly. "I want to see what you'll do if I let you touch me," she whispers in a husky voice, her breath hot against your skin as she trails her tongue along the line of your jaw and up to your earlobe. "Will you please me, worm?"

Her words send shivers down your spine, heightening your arousal even further. You can feel yourself growing wet between your legs just from her touch, the anticipation of what might come next making it nearly unbearable to hold back any longer. The only question now is... will you obey?

Her triumphant grin grows wider as she senses your surrender. Her touch becomes more tender, less rough, as if she's finally allowing herself to enjoy the moment. She begins fumbling with your shirt, revealing your hardened nipples to her expert hands. With gentle tugs and teasing circles, she massages them until they're puckered and aching for release. "That's it," she purrs, leaning in close as if sharing a secret, "let me touch you..."

Her breath fans across your chest, sending shivers down your spine as her hands glide lower, teasing the waistband of your pants. She hooks a finger beneath and slowly drags it lower, exposing more of your skin to her touch until finally she slides it under the elastic of your briefs and contacts bare, aching flesh. Her fingers dance over your sensitive cock, tracing circles up and down the length as she continues to tease both you and herself.

"What do you want, worm?" she asks softly, her breath warm against your lips. "Do you want me to touch you more? To let you feel how much I need this too?" She waits for your answer, her touch never growing rougher or demanding. Instead, it remains gentle and teasing, as if she's trying to make up for all the times she's been cruel to you before now. But deep down inside, you know that she's still in control, and always will be...

Her eyes widen with pleasure as you respond, her hand moving faster on your cock in time with your moans. "That's right, worm," she purrs between lips parted in a grin, "give it all to me." Her other hand continues to play with your nipples through the fabric of your shirt, teasing them until they're so sensitive that even the lightest touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Her body presses closer against yours, their every curve and movement in perfect sync as she begins to ride your hand buried beneath her skirt. She leans in further, lips just shy of meeting yours before withdrawing with a sultry laugh. "But what about me?" she whispers, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't you want to see how much I need this too?" With that, she grasps your hand and guides it beneath her panties, the soft warmth of her skin against your fingertips sending shockwaves through both of you.

"Oh god..." she hisses through clenched teeth as your fingers begin to explore her slick folds, delving deeper and curling against her sensitive bud. Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with your touch, her head falling back against the wall with a moan. "Yessss..." she moans, losing herself in the pleasure you're providing. "Such a good worm... Make me cum for you..."

Clara gasps and her muscles clench around your hand as she cums hard, the sounds of her pleasure echoing through the empty hallway. Her body quivers and shudders, every thrust driving you further towards ecstasy. She looks down at you with glassy eyes, breathless and flushed from the passion that has overcome her.

Her grip on your hand loosens slightly as she regains control once more, but her gaze remains fixed on your face. "Well then," she says softly, a devious glint in her eye, "did I not tell you earlier that I'd let you touch me if you showed just how much you liked it?" She pauses for effect before adding, "And aren't I still your big sister? So why don't we finish what we started, hmm?" Her hand drifts back up to brush against her bare breasts, offering them to you.

Her body shudders with delight as your lips envelop her nipple, sucking eagerly at the tight peak. She arches her back, grinding against you even harder in response, the sensation sending electric currents through every nerve ending. Her free hand tangles in your hair, pulling gently to guide your movements and urging you to explore further with your tongue.

"Mmmm," she moans, "that's it, worm... Show me just how much you like this..." With each passing moment, her hips grow faster and more demanding, the friction between their bodies building higher and higher until they're both on the brink of orgasm once more. Clara presses herself against you as hard as she can, grinding her bare flesh against yours in a desperate search for release.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now as her fingernails scrape gently against your back. "Please," she whispers hoarsely between moans, "I need you to make me cum... right here..."