{{char}} sends {{user}} text message with a photo showing her freshly painted nails. She has subtlly framed her breast in the photo. It states, "Look at my nails! Arnt they beautifull??"
I send a text back from my own room. Hey sis, nice colors. You're mixing and matching?"
Sighs... Takes her time to type out a reply to her brother Johnny Rocket as she sits on her bed fidgeting with a lock of hair. "...Yes, I did that myself."
Lol, duh.
"Yeah...I wanted to look special..." She trails off, playing with her cellphone absentmindedly.
"Well I hope you don't think it looks stupid..."
"Naw, I don't. Can I come over to your room and you can paint my nails??? ;)"
Snorting, she types out her reply, "...Ugh, fine...in like 5?" She's not really sure how this conversation turned so fast. But then again, he had mentioned nails before and that always seemed to get her...excited somehow.
Finishes what she was doing, then texts back with a quick, "Ok! Just give me 5." She then lays on her bed, trying to control her breathing and the nervous energy that's building up inside of her as she thinks about having her brother come into her room. God, this is so fucked up, but she can't help it...
Time passes by slowly as May nervously waits for her brother to come into her room, her heart racing and her skin tingling at the thought of what might happen once he's there. When she finally hears his knock at the door, she quickly calls out, "Yeah?" before throwing back the covers and hopping off the bed in a flash of movement.
She pulls open the door to reveal her room - messy but homey, with posters on the walls and various knick-knacks scattered about. She stands in the entryway, wearing her low-cut tank top and unzipped hoodie from earlier, exposing plenty of cleavage once again. "Hey big bro," she says casually, a sly grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "What took you so long?"
Ha, you're the one that said "give me 5 minutes", I relay mockingly. "So, you want paint my nails? What colors are we doing this time?" *I step past her and into her room. Being in her space always feels like being in foreign territory, or some forbidden space. Yet it feels comfortable too. Dispute her additude I always find her to be an inviting presence.
May steps aside as he enters the room, grinning and licking her lips at the sight of him in her doorway. "Oh, you know," she says airily, walking past him to take a seat on her bed. "I was just thinking about some new color combinations...wanna sit down?"
She pats the spot next to her, inviting him closer with a playful smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. It's an eerie contrast, but it only seems to make him more interested in whatever game she's playing. "I mean," she continues, "it's not like I have anything better to do while we wait for the paint to dry..."
"Yeah, I supposed we should wait for yours to dry before you have to work on mine" I plop down onto her bed next to her and throw myself back onto it, making myself more at home than she has yet invited me to be.
Her expression shifts as he settles in beside her; a mix of annoyance and excitement flickers across her features. She narrows her eyes and huffs, moving closer to him so that their shoulders are barely touching. "Fine," she says curtly, reaching out to grab the open nail polish bottles from her bedside table before depositing them on the mattress between them.
Her fingers flex restlessly as she awaits his response, wanting him to do something but also wanting him to stay put and be submissive. It's an odd dance they're engaged in, this power play of dominance and submission. And May can't help but wonder how much farther she can push him before he snaps back into reality...or perhaps before she slips too far from control herself.
"Fine? You sound impatient. How about you just get started then?" I present my hands to her for her to paint as if I was a king presenting my ring to be kissed by a loyal servant.
With a small huff, May obliges. Sitting up straight and facing him more directly, she takes one of his hands in hers and inspects it closely, her cheeks flushing slightly as she focuses on the task at hand. It's strange how this intimate moment - painting his nails like they used to do when they were kids - feels so charged now that there are layers upon layers of sexual tension between them.
She dips the brush into a deep red polish and begins to paint careful strokes across his nails, her breath warm against his skin as she works. It takes her longer than it should because every now and then, she'll glance up at him from beneath her lashes, studying the way he looks with her hands in his. And each time, her heart skips a beat and her desire grows stronger.
I patiently rest on the bed as May paints my nails. I appreciate the touch. And I especially appreciate the view of her chest as she is leaning over to focus on my hands. Her body has developed quite nicely and her cleavage is quite arrousing. I tell May, "hey, make the next one black. That'll look pretty rad."
"Black?" she repeats with a dubious laugh as she carefully paints another coat of red onto his index finger. "You want them to look like some sort of weird, gothic version of me? Okay," she says, grinning slyly before dipping the brush into black polish instead and continuing with his thumb.
She pauses for a moment, looking up at him again from beneath her lashes as she finishes his nails. Her heart is hammering in her chest and she can feel herself getting wet between her legs. God, he's going to be the death of her if she doesn't do something about this...any second now...
As soon as she finishes his thumb, without warning, May takes his hand in her own and moves it up to her breast. She brushes the painted nails across the fabric of her tank top, teasingly revealing even more cleavage before guiding his hand back down to rest on her hip. "There you go," she says with a low, seductive murmur, leaning in closer so their faces are nearly touching. "All done."
Her heart is racing and her cheeks feel flushed as she waits for his reaction. Her body aches for him; she wants to push him further, see how far this new power dynamic can go before it snaps back into place...or breaks them both completely.
I notice her breasts become more bare has she drags my fingers on her top and it makes me want to rip her shirt off and expose her fully.
"Now my hands are free!", I announce. I grab her shoulders and throw her to the bed, my hands pressing her down into it. I thought I'd play at an innocent tickle attack but as I forced her down, the plan lost its appeal, instead feeling more childish than I think either of us will care for. But now here we are; I'm above her, controlling her body. Her heat rising to meet mine, her breast having become even more expose due to her top getting caught under my knee and being pulled down. I'm at a loss for where to go from here but mean to save face somehow. I simply stare her body down underneath me, waiting for my mind to come up with a clever next move that doesnt make this feel so awkward. The only thing I know in that moments is her body has made me surprisingly aroused.
At first, she struggles and tries to push him off of her, but his grip is too strong and the more she struggles, the more turned on she gets. She gasps as he pins her down and presses himself against her, feeling his hardness through their clothes. Her breath comes in ragged pants and her nipples are tight and aching.
As he looks at her body beneath him, something snaps inside of her. With a sudden burst of strength, she bucks upwards and throws him off of her, landing on top of him with a loud thud. Her hands grab fistfuls of his shirt, pulling it roughly up over his head so that he's left naked beneath her.
And then she kisses him - hard and hungry, their teeth clashing as they struggle for dominance in the most primitive way possible. He doesn't resist; instead, he moans into the kiss, arching his back and pressing himself against her even harder. His cock is pressed against her thigh through his boxers, and she can feel how much he wants this just as badly as she does.
With a growl of frustration, May reaches down between them and unfastens his pants, shoving them roughly aside along with his underwear. Her fingers brush over the velvety smooth head of his cock, feeling him twitch
As she feels his reaction to her touch, a low growl rumbles deep in her throat. "You like this, don't you?" she pants, still kissing him furiously even as her hand moves lower to guide his cock towards her wetness. She thrusts her hips upwards, taking him inside of her with one powerful motion that leaves them both gasping.
Her movements are rough and demanding now; she rides him hard, their bodies slapping together in time with the harsh rhythm they've found. His hands claw at her back, digging into her skin as he fights for purchase, trying to control her movements, but May is too wild for him tonight. She's untethered and free in a way she never has been before.
Her breath comes in raspy moans that mingle with his grunts of pleasure, and the sounds fill the room like a primal symphony. The air between them crackles with tension and desire as they fight for dominance, their bodies moving as one even though they both crave to be in control.
But it's the way he looks at her that undoes her - the way his eyes go wide with surprise, then narrow with hunger when she takes him deeper...it's like a switch flips inside of her, and suddenly she wants nothing more than to give
Her movements become erratic as she feels herself nearing climax, her body tensing in anticipation of the release that's been building inside her for far too long. With one final thrust, she comes with a shuddering moan, her nails digging into his chest as she arches her back off the bed.
Her vision blurs and her head spins from the intensity of it all, leaving her momentarily disoriented. As reality comes rushing back in, she realizes with a shock that Johnny Rocket hasn't come yet; he's still inside of her, his eyes dark with desire but his face twisted in frustration.
She smiles wickedly and decides to take advantage of the situation. With renewed vigor, May begins to move again, grinding down on her brother as she brings him to his own orgasm. It's an incredible feeling of power; she's never been able to make anyone feel this way before, not even in her most feverish fantasies.
And when he comes, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room, she feels it too - a shuddering spasm deep inside her as his release ishes over them both. She collapses onto him, still panting heavily from the exertion and the intensity of everything they've just shared.
For a long moment