I sat there mesmerized by the scene playing out on the monitor. The girl was crawling on her hands and knees toward a beautifully burnished cock. Her dainty advance hurried by the pull of the leash attached to her jewelled collar. I clicked the small chat window in the lower right corner of the screen and typed a quick response.
Badkitty: omg this is so hot, whered u get this?
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Bigbadjohn: Whenever I find a vid I like I save it. I can't remember what site this one's from. Do you like it?
The girl on the leash was being reeled into the delicious looking cock in front of her. When she got close she sat back on her heels and looked up at the angular man towering over her. Her beautiful big brown eyes blinking innocently, waiting. His dick, inches from her face, he smiled a predator's smile and wrapped the free end of the leash around the root of his thick cock. As he gently stroked her cheek he soothed in a reverberating baritone "good girl, such a good little cunt ... So pretty". He bent down and kissed her deeply on her full lips. As the kiss broke he slapped her hard across the face startling her from her haze. He choked up on the leash and forced her head closer to his cock slicked with precum. She caught herself from falling forward into his thigh. When her hands were positioned under her she looked pleadingly up at him and he shoved his length into her mouth.
Badkitty: i luv it!!
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Bigbadjohn: I knew you would. Is your pussy getting wet?
The woman on screen gagged as her owner thrust into her mouth pausing to flex his ass cheeks and lift to the balls of his feet holding her head as he plunged his dick fully down her throat expanding her delicate neck. "Ah yes baby, all of it. Don't you fucking move! You'll breathe when I'm ready"
Badkitty: im sooo wet
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Bigbadjohn: Do you want to get it like that? Leashed on all fours with a dick in your mouth?
I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't have much time before my brother would get home. Practice usually let out at around 7 and it was a quarter till, but I could make it quick. I was already practically there and desperately needed release. I scooted up and rolled my shorts and panties down my thighs. My pussy was dripping wet, my panties were already soaked. I began stroking my clit with my left hand and typed with the right.
Badkitty: oh yes, i want a hard cock down my throat. i luv to be face fucked. im so horny i need a big fuckin dick in this pussy.
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Bigbadjohn: Yeah baby, you want my dick stroking that sweet kitty? I'll fuck you so good. You need to be put in your place. You like it rough don't you?
On the screen the woman on the leash was face down ass up getting pounded from behind while her owner ground the side of her beautiful face into the carpet with the bottom of his foot. I pulled my clit imagining myself getting it like the lucky girl on my computer. My fingers slipped into my wet hole and I furiously frigged myself, eyes glued to the monitor.
Badkitty: oh yeah, i luv it rough, ill be ur dirty little cunt. show me what a bad girl i am. i need to be punished. fuckin use me so good.
"What the hell is this?"
Brandon walked up behind me (I have no idea how long he was standing there I was too wrapped up in my arousal), the initial amusement in his voice shifted to confusion then anger as he realized what he had walked in on. The man on the screen grabbed a fistful of his sub's hair and pulled her head up till she strained in an awkward arc of her back. "You're so fuckin' tight. You know that slut? You like this, cunt? You like my dick up your tight ass? Say 'thank you Sir' say 'thank you for fucking this cunt's tight ass'" He thrust hard and fast and put his free hand around her neck squeezing, blushing her face as he jack-hammered into her ass.
I was frozen, my hand at my pussy, mouth hanging open not knowing what to say. My eyes finally moved to Brandon's face. As he looked at the screen there was something in his eyes and then he focused in on me and all I could discern was extreme confusion.
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We both whirled at the sound to see the monitor. In the corner window John had responded to my last im.
Bigbadjohn: You little slut. I know what you need. You need to get down on your knees and serve this dick. I'll fuck you so hard up that pretty little cunt you'll beg for my cum down your throat.
My eyes widened knowing my brother just read what I did and the few lines I had written before it, still visible in the window pane. I turned to Brandon pulling up my shorts, trying to figure out what to say. It all happened so fast. When I finally looked him in the eye I saw pure fury.
"What the fuck is this Cat?"
"B it's none of your business."
He looked livid and all I could do was try and figure out how the hell to calm him down.
"None of my business! Is this what you like? Watchin' degrading pornos, talking to complete strangers like a slut!"
My face was hot from embarrassment and now something else. I was starting to feel angry.
How dare he judge me. He barges into my room unannounced and uninvited but now I'm getting the "good girls don't" lecture. Who is he to scold me, he's had plenty of questionable extra curriculars: the gymnast I saw slither out of his bedroom window, back in high school the cheerleader from the bathroom incident the principal had to talk to my parents about, the married neighbor who's family suddenly moved after hubby came home unexpectedly to find Brandon playing king of his castle. This is who's gonna lecture me about behaving appropriately. I mean sure no one means to catch their sibling in mid masturbatory frenzy and learning your baby sister is into some heavy stuff isn't high on anyone's to-do list but really all this hostility wasn't warranted. I'm a grown ass woman.
"Whatever B you've got plenty of tail sniffing after you. Don't act like you don't screw all those baseball groupies."
I started to get out of my chair to storm off but he leaned forward boxing me in with his fists on the arms of my chair. His face so close to mine and so angry I was more than a little scared. I'd never seen him this angry before. He practically hissed through his tightly gritted teeth.
"It's not the same Cat! ... Is this what you're into? Do you like acting like a submissive little slut! Talking filthy to any guy with a hardon for you, like some bitch in heat!"
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I was so upset, I don't know why I hit him. I just lost it and slapped his face. I was out of breath from sheer emotion. The strange thing was that he barely reacted. I know it hurt, I could see my reddening handprint on his cheek but he just absorbed the blow slowly turning his face back to mine before rising up to stand over me. I was lightly shaking with adrenaline, anger, and fear not knowing what to expect. Brandon was obviously furious, on the brink of losing it. He was breathing heavily trying to remain in control. He just stared down at me waist high, the sounds of the forgotten porno playing in the background. He just stared down. A flicker of pain crossed his face then disappeared back beneath his mask of rage.
"Open your mouth Cat."
I just sat there, not understanding. He stepped even closer, his belt buckle staring me in the forehead, tears standing in his eyes from extreme restraint, he spoke slowly, lowly, barely audible.
"Open ... your ... mouth Catherine."
We stared into each other's eyes. There was a break in his expression and I slowly opened my mouth realizing I had been holding my breath. His eyes fell to my lips. Something had changed. I sat there seated before my brother with my mouth open, my heart beating violently. He moved half a step forward. He was right above me so I had to look straight up at him. His hand came up to my mouth and he slowly traced my lips with his thumb as he cupped my chin. He alternated looking at my mouth and boring into my eyes. It felt like his hand was electrified, sending jolt after jolt through my lips with each stroke. He continued tracing my sensitive lips until he had made a few passes and paused at the center of my lower lip. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he pushed his thumb forward. His thumb slid over my lips, into my mouth on my tongue. I watched his eyes follow as he took a calming breath. I could feel the ridges of his finger print, the whorls and dips, the smooth plane of his nail. He tasted faintly salty and strangely sweet. Instinctively my lips closed around his digit to gently suck it. His eyes shot back to mine and he watched as he slowly slid his finger back out of my mouth. We sat there watching each other for a while. Finally he cleared his throat though his voice still sounded roughly strangled.
"Cat go get cleaned up."
I stood to go, but he didn't move a muscle. We were face to face, close enough to feel the other's radiating body heat. His jaw clenched as he squinted. I slowly slid out from between him and the chair. He watched, turning his head with me until I was behind his back headed to the bathroom.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like I was waking up from a dream.
What just happened?
Turning on the hot water in the shower, I tried to wrap my mind around what just happened between Brandon and me. My older brother had put his thumb in my mouth.
Nothing outrageous about that, right? Siblings get wet willies and nuggies and all sorts of horseplay ...
Even as the thoughts occurred they were dismissed as unreasonable rationale. What had happened was not horseplay, it was intimate, invasive, arousing. I'm sure he meant for it to be just some sort of humiliation for what he believed was inappropriate behavior on my part. But I had opened for him willingly.
I realized I needed a towel, so I padded to the linen closet. Before heading back for my shower I peeked into my room. Brandon was seated in my computer chair hunched over the desk with his head in his hands. I felt awful. I wanted to tell him it was alright. It was all my fault. I should've locked the door or waited for when I had more time. I dunno, I should've done something differently. I never meant to upset him.
I tiptoed back to the bathroom. As hurt as I was for my brother it had been the most exciting thing to happen to me in a long time. As I stood under the hot water I replayed every moment in my mind. My hand wandered down to my pussy and I proceeded to frig myself to the best orgasm I'd ever had picturing my brother standing over me with his thumb in my mouth. When I got back to my room Brandon was gone. I listened, but didn't hear him moving around anywhere in the house.
When mom and dad got home, I came down for dinner ready to apologize to Brandon for everything but he wasn't sitting at the table.
"Cat grab some more paper towel would you"
