I spit this one out pretty quickly, like the last few. Same style you should expect of me, with absurd premises, but this one's fairly short. Hope you enjoy.
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In A Bind
"I am so sorry about this, sis," said Jack, still struggling against the tape. "This is fucking crazy."
Beyond crazy, I thought.
Ten minutes ago, four men had burst into my brother's dorm room. We attended the same university, but shared separate dorms. Nevertheless, I found myself visiting Jack often, as we were close siblings, only a year apart.
The surprise visitors held us at gunpoint and ransacked the place, looking for something. Jack refused to tell me what it was they were looking for. I never suspected him of being into drugs or anything dirty, yet here we were.
The problem was, in a power tripping move by one of the masked men, he made Jack and me strip down while pointing his gun at us. Then, he made us lay on the floor and flipped us crotch to face, in the 69 position. It wasn't a sexual position I favored with a willing partner, much less my brother. I was slightly shorter than Jack, tall for a woman, but still a bit shorter. Due to our heights and the placement of our bodies, I now had Jack's huge, meaty cock hanging directly in front of me
The man with the gun and another burly guy wrapped us using duct tape. They even wrapped it around my head, burying my face against Jack's member and getting my hair stuck to the tape everywhere. It was frustrating and I could feel Jack's pulse against my cheek. If I so much as whispered, I knew my lips would brush against his shaft.
I had no idea Jack had such an impressive penis. I'd never even thought about it before, but now I knew it was easily six or seven inches limp. What was more impressive is how thick it was. Not so thick as it wouldn't squeeze into any orifice, but it would certainly be very filling.
"I'm so sorry about this, Bev," Jack cried. "I didn't mean for anything like this to ever happen."
"It's okay," I whispered back, doing my best not to stimulate the thing on me. Regardless of my words, I was angry for being in this predicament. I just didn't want to get into a shouting match right now with Jack's dick on my face.
"Those guys are assholes," said Jack. "They didn't have to do this. This is not cool."
For some time, Jack and I lay there in that awkward position, before the men finally came back in the room.
"You know why we came, Jack. We'll be back and you better have some next time."
"I told you. I'm not doing it anymore. I couldn't even get it if I wanted." Jack sounded desperate. I knew my brother well, and for some reason I picked up that what he was saying was a lie.
"We'll see," said the man who had stripped us. I couldn't see him with my brother's junk right in front of me, but I recognized his rough, gravelly voice. It was the one who had been holding the gun. I then heard them walk away, leaving us there as they closed the door behind them.
"What was that really all about?" I managed to ask, without moving my lips too much.
"Jennifer, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Don't worry. I'm not peddling heroine or anything. Look, we should try to get out of this."
"Tell me," I said, louder. "What have you been up to?" I could feel his member beginning to pulsate a bit faster and stiffen against my cheek. He was reacting to me brushing up against him as we spoke. I was glad he'd had enough headroom when they tied us as to not have his head buried in my pussy, yet I know he was close enough to clearly see it. Thankfully, I bathed and shaved this morning, and it appeared he had done the same.
