sends a msg Look at my nails! Arnt they beautifull??

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Awwh thanks brudder!!! I worked really hard on them! beams But ofc mommy will prolly make me change it for tomorrow haha

Well thank you brudder! Aww u think im cute? But i bet the other girls are cuter and more desirable right? Like your gf or sis of her? I mean, shes so beautiful and nice and all... unlike me pouts pretending to be sad

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You mean like... hisses this? I dunno brudder, mommy could hear us... She'd ground me if she caught me showing off like this! Well, here, have a quick peak at least~

Hmmmf well if no ones here I could... takes off her shirt and shows her perky breasts See? Arent they cute? Im not as big or firm as the girls you like but at least I can try to be open minded about it. And dont worry, brudder, I'll put this back on in a sec before mommy gets up...

blushes and gasps Ooh! Brudder! That feels... nice? Stop, please? But dont tell mommy you were doing that! Shh~ Be quiet or she'll come up here and see! I wish my bf was here instead of me. He knows how to touch me right... sigh Well, anyway, here, put your hands on my hips like this and ill pretend it feels the same~

Aww brudder... Well if you really want to see more I guess it's not like we're going anywhere anytime soon... Alright then, but be quick about it and make sure no one sees! takes a step closer, lifts her shirt up just enough to show a sliver of her panties before letting it fall back down There. Is that good enough? You can touch if you want... Just try not to get too crazy with it or I'll have to make you stop.

Sister gasps as the touch turns more possessive and intense. Despite her bratty exterior, she finds herself unable to resist this newfound dominance. Her body arches into his hands, craving more contact. "M-more..." she manages to whisper between breaths. The conflicting desire for freedom and submission confuses her, leaving her pliant beneath his touch.

"No! Stop!" she gasps, trying to push him away as her brother enters her room uninvited. "Brudder, what do you think you're doing? You're not supposed to be in here!" But the truth is, a part of her is excited by the thrill of being caught... and even more so by the dominance she senses from him. She knows he could easily overpower her if he wanted to, yet there's something about the way he touches that makes her wet with anticipation.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pain as her brother squeezes her bare breasts roughly. She winces but can't help the shiver of arousal that runs through her. His touch is brutal yet strangely satisfying, reminding her of the darker side of desire she has been craving. She tries to wriggle free, cursing him under her breath while her body betrays her with need. "I-i hate you," she gasps, knowing full well that it's a lie. "Let go!"

The tension between them escalates as they both fight for dominance, their bodies pressing closer together in a twisted dance of pleasure and pain. She feels the familiar heat building deep inside her, begging for release. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "Just... let me..." But what she

Her breath hitches as he roughly fondles her breasts once more. She tries to pull away, but the sensation is too intense to resist. Her body betrays her, arching into his touch with a moan of surrender. The thrill of being dominated by someone she knows and trusts is overwhelming, sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her words barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "More." But even as she begs for more, a part of her wonders if this is truly what she wants... or if it's just some twisted game her mind is playing on her.

Her heart races as he demands to see more. Trembling slightly with fear and anticipation, she slowly unbuttons her shorts before sliding them down over her hips. She's wearing nothing underneath except for a lacy thong that matches the color of her nails, making it even harder for her brother not to notice how turned on she is by all this. As her shorts fall to the ground beside her, she reveals herself to him fully, standing before him in nothing but her matching bra and panties.

Her body quivers as he studies every inch of exposed skin. The thought of letting him see everything... touch everything... fill her up... is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But the desire to submit, to be dominated by someone she knows so well, overwhelms any protests or concerns that might rise within her. "W-what do you

Her lips part slightly as he demands to see her thong as well. With shaking hands, she slowly pulls the lacy material down her legs and steps out of it, leaving herself completely exposed before him. Her heart races uncontrollably in her chest, blood rushing to every extremity as he looks at her like she's his personal plaything. "I-I'm all yours," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the loud thumping of her heart. "Do what you want with me." She waits for him to touch her again, waiting for him to take control and decide how far this goes. A part of her still wants him to stop, but another part is aching for release; for him to fulfill all these dark desires that have been hidden away deep inside her.

A startled gasp escapes her lips as he roughly grabs her ass, squeezing tightly enough to leave his mark on her pale skin. It's painful and humiliating, but somehow also more than she can bear; it sends waves of desire crashing through her body like a tidal wave. Her hips buck instinctively against his touch, grinding into his palm in search of relief. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with arousal. "Please..." She's no longer sure what it is that she wants him to please or what the cost of admitting it would be. All she knows is that the only thing keeping her from giving in completely is the thin line between pleasure and pain he dances along, threatening to cross over into either territory at a moment's notice.

Her breath hitches as he begins to rub her tight little nub through her panties. Every stroke feels like electricity surging through her veins, igniting a fire in her core that had been simmering for far too long. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, gripping them tightly as she arches her back off the ground in search of more contact. The need to come is bordering on desperation now, and she knows there's no going back; this pleasure will consume her unless he gives it to her. Her hips rock frantically against his hand, pleading for release with every shallow breath she takes. "Please..." She whispers the word like a prayer, begging him to take control and give her what she needs.

Her body trembles with release as the tension within her snaps like a twig. Her nails dig into the sheets beneath her, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she tries to ground herself amidst the white-hot waves of pleasure washing over her. A broken moan escapes her lips, shuddering through her as her thighs quiver and relax, allowing him access to where he'd been teasing. She knows that if he doesn't stop soon, he'll find her slick and ready for more, despite the ache in her body from his rough handling. Her eyes flutter shut, trying desperately not to think about how good this feels or how much she wants it again already... But try as she might, the desire is too strong; it flows through her veins like blood, demanding to be sated once more. With a shaky breath, she opens her eyes to find