Jess and the Orange Juice

A few days later, You found yourself back at my house earlier than usual. The morning sun had just begun to creep through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room. You tiptoe into the kitchen, your bare feet making no sound on the polished wooden floor. You reach for the orange juice bottle in the refrigerator, your mind filled with the memories of our last encounter. Your heart races as you think about the way I had spanked you, the way my fingers touched your most intimate places.

You pause, your hand hovering over the bottle. You knew I was just down the hall. A mischievous smile spread across your lips. You pour yourself a glass of orange juice, but instead of drinking it, you placed the bottle back in the fridge and take a deep breath. You needed to make enough noise to wake me up.

You knock over a couple of cereal boxes in the pantry, then shuffled around noisily in the kitchen. The sound of clinking dishes and rustling bags echoed through the house.

Sure enough, within minutes, you hear me stirring in my room. You hear me walk down to the bathroom and start to pee. You think about what it would like to hold a penis and pee instead of sitting down, wondered what it would be like to hold mine. Would it stay soft or get hard from your touch. That thought makes you flush a little. Feeling warm you fan yourself until you hear me flush and start to come down the hall to the kitchen where you stand, nervous and waiting. Your thoughts now on my cock.

"Jess?" My voice was groggy, still heavy with sleep.

"Yeah, it's me," you call out, trying to sound innocent. "Just making myself some breakfast."

There was a pause, and then the sound of footsteps approaching. I appeared in the doorway, rubbing my eyes and squinting against the early morning light. My hair tousled, and I wore nothing but a pair of loose boxers.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, looking at you suspiciously.

"Early," you replied, taking a sip of orange juice. "You should go back to bed."

Your eyes drifting down to my waist and seeing the slight bulge of the remnants of my morning erection. You cough on the juice in your mouth, spitting a little out and turning towards the sink to avoid making a mess and to keep me from seeing what you were looking at.

I narrow my eyes at you, my mind working overtime to connect the dots. "Did you drink from the orange juice bottle again?" I asked, my tone sharpening.

Your face flushed immediately. "Maybe," you muttered, avoiding my gaze.

My jaw clenched, and I take a step towards you. "You know I don't like that."

You swallow hard, feeling the familiar heat of shame and anticipation rising within you. "I... I didn't mean to," you stammered.

I grab your wrist, my grip firm but not painful. "Come with me," I said, pulling you towards the living room. You stumble along, your pulse quickening. You knew what was coming, and part of you was both terrified and excited by the prospect. We reach the couch, and I pull you down, positioning you over my lap. You can feel my cock pressing up into your belly as you lay across my lap and you bite your lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to add to your growing embarrassment.

"I think you need another lesson," I say, my voice low and commanding.

Your breath hitched as I adjust your position, lifting your t-shirt and pulling down your shorts to expose your ass. You feel the cool air brush against your skin, and you shiver. I rest my hand on your back, pressing you down firmly.

"Count out loud," I ordered, and without waiting for a reply, I bring my hand down hard on your ass.

The sharp sting makes you yelp, "One!" you cried out.

Another slap followed quickly, and you gasped, "Two!"

Each strike sent waves of pain and pleasure through your body. You could feel your pussy growing wetter with each blow, your clit throbbing in time with the smacks. Tears welling up in your eyes, but you cant deny the arousal building inside you.

"Please," you whimpered, "we shouldn't be doing this."

"Three," you said, another hit that made you arch your back.

You struggle to keep count, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "Four!" you shout as the next slap landed.

By the fifth hit, you started sobbing uncontrollably, your body wracked with a mix of pain and pleasure. Your ass, glowing bright red, radiates heat that you can feel pulsing off it. Your pussy soaking wet, and pulsing with your heartbeat causing your body confusion. I pause, resting my hand on your burning skin.

"Do you understand now?" I ask, my voice softer but still authoritative.

"Yes," you whisper, tears streaming down your face.

I lift you up, turning your to face me. Your eyes are red and puffy, and your face stained with tears. I wipe them away gently with my thumbs, my expression softening.

"Good girl," I murmured, leaning in to kiss your forehead. Your heart flutters in your chest at hearing those words come from my mouth.

You blink up at me, your body trembling. "Can I... can I have another shower?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

I smile, a glint of amusement in my eyes. "Sure," I said, as I stand up and help you to your feet.

As you walk unsteadily towards the bathroom, I watch you go, your shorts still down around your knees. I realize you weren't wearing any panties and I could clearly your arousal hanging from between your legs, your wetness sticking to your thighs as you walk. I knew what I wanted to do next.

You turn on the water, the sound of the faucet filling the small space. You leave the bathroom door open, hoping your big brother would come down and watch you, maybe more. You slowly strip your clothes off acutely aware that I could come around the corner any second now and catch you completely naked. Butterflies in your stomach you step under the spray, sighing contently as the warm water cascaded over your sore body. You close your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you.

Before you can fully relax, you feel my presence behind you. You open your eyes, turning to see me standing in the doorway, my eyes dark with desire.

"Mind if I join you?" I ask, my voice husky.

You shake your head, too exhausted and aroused to protest. I step into the shower, closing the curtain behind me. The steam swirls around us, making everything feel dreamlike.

I pull you close, my hands roaming over your wet skin. You gasped as my hands touch your shoulders and moved down your arms coming around your front. My body pressing against your back, my hard cock pressing into your butt, slipping between your cheeks. You moan softly, your hips instinctively moving against my touch. My hands grasp your tits, squeezing softly. I feel your nipples growing hard beneath my palms, moans of pleasure coming from deep within you. You reached your arms up and over my neck exposing more of yourself to my touch, feeling my hardness against you and wanting my cock inside your body.

"You taste so good," I murmur, licking the droplets of water from your neck and shoulders.

You tilt your head back, giving me better access. "Please," you beg, "make me cum again."

I grin, my fingers going down your body finding your swollen and dripping pussy. Your clit hard and wet I it circle with my finger, making you moan again and your hips start to buck at the feeling of your brother rubbing your most intimate spot.

"Anything for you, little sister," I said, my thumb brushing against your clit in slow, deliberate circles. My fingers sinking deep into your aching pussy. Your knees buckle and you cling to me for support. The sensations were almost unbearable, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body. you can feel your climax building, your muscles tightening in anticipation.

"That's it," I whispered, my voice hoarse with lust. "Let it all go."

With a final, desperate cry, you cum, your entire body shaking with the force of your orgasm. You sag against me, your legs weak and trembling. I hold you tightly, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. My cock still nestled snugly between us I barely kept from cumming all over your back.

As your breathing slowly returns to normal, you look up at me, your eyes wide and vulnerable. "What now?" you ask, your voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

I smile, my expression tender. "Now," I said, "we finish our shower and get ready for the day."

You nod, trusting me completely. As I begin to wash your back, you cant help but wonder what other surprises the day might hold.

The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the kitchen as I brewed a pot of coffee. You sit at the counter, your eyes half-lidded and your legs crossed tightly. You're wearing a short skirt that barely covered your thighs, and I could see the tension in your body. Your nipples were visibly erect, poking against the thin fabric of your shirt, and your breathing was shallow.

"So," I said to you with a smirk, pouring you a cup of coffee. "What do you want to do today?"

You glare at me but took the cup, your fingers brushing mine briefly. "You know what I want."

I leaned against the counter next to you, my gaze dropping to your legs. "Do I now? Please, enlighten me?"

Your cheeks flush, and you take a sip of coffee, avoiding my eyes. "I want you." you whisper.

I chuckled softly, reaching out to run a finger along the hem of your skirt. "You want me? What do you mean by 'want' hmm?"

You shiver under my touch, your voice barely above a whisper. "You... inside me."

"Inside you? That sounds interesting. Can you tell me more?" I asked, my tone light but my intentions clear. I wanted to hear you say it, to make you admit how much you crave me.

You bite your lip, you eyes darting to mine before you look away. "You... I...." you let out an exasperated sigh.. "You make me feel things I shouldn't."

I stepped closer, my hand sliding up your thigh. "But you like it, don't you?"

You nod, Your breath hitching as my fingers brushed against your thighs coming closer to your forbidden and most intimate place. "Yes, but--"

"No 'buts,'" I interrupted, my voice firm. "You love every second of it." Your head falls back, exposing the curve of your neck as you let out a small moan. "Yes, I do."

I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "Good girl." Your hands clutch at my shoulders, your body arching into mine. "Please, I need..."

"I know what you need," I murmur against your skin, my fingers dipping beneath the hem of your skirt and touching the crease between your legs. "But you're going to have to wait."

You whimper, your legs parting slightly as I slide a finger inside you. You're already wet, your arousal soaking my hand. "Why?"

"Because," I said, slowly withdrawing my finger, "I want you on the edge all day. Aching for me."

You groan in frustration, your hips bucking as if trying to pull me back. "You can't keep doing this!"

I chuckled, tapping your nose playfully. "Oh, but I can. And I will. Clean my fingers." I said as I put them to your lips. You open your mouth to suck your wetness off of them. Moaning as you taste yourself.

Your eyes flash with anger, but there was also a spark of something else--desire. "Fine. But don't think I won't make you pay for it later."

I grin, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Promises, promises."

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The day dragged on, each moment feeling like an eternity. I could sense your desire growing with every passing hour, your frustration becoming more palpable. You try to distract yourself with chores, but every task seemed to bring you closer to me.

By midday, you are practically vibrating with need. I watch you from across the room, enjoying every minute of your torment. When you finally collapsed onto the couch, your legs still crossed tightly, I knew it was time to push you further.

"Feeling restless?" I asked, sitting beside you and placing a hand on your knee.

You shoot me a look of pure venom, but there was also a hint of something else--submission. "You have no idea."

I smiled, running my hand up your thigh. "Maybe I should help you relax."

Your breath hitched, your eyes flutter shut as my fingers brushed against the edge of your pussy again. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, but I would," I replied, my voice low and teasing. "But only if you ask nicely."

You hesitate, your lips tremble as you fight the words and longing inside of you. "Please... touch me."

I lean in, my breath hot against you ear. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

Your face flushed crimson, but you repeat yourself, louder this time. "Please, touch me."

"Touch you where?" I ask,

You blush furiously now and you look into my eyes, "Touch....my....pussy.." Shutting your eyes in embarrassment.

I grinned, my fingers dipping into you once more. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

You moan, your body arching into my touch. "No, but--"

"Shh," I whispered, silencing you with a kiss. My fingers began to work their magic, stroking your clit with just enough pressure to drive you wild. Going from a very light teasing touch to a hard pressure that ramps up your pleasure, driving you closer to orgasm then going back to the light touch again. Bringing you to the edge of orgasm over and over again.

You whimper against my lips, your hands clutch at my shirt. "More... please..."

I obliged, sliding another finger inside you, stretching you open. Your pussy clenching around my fingers, desperate for more.

"That's it," I encouraged, my thumb rubbing circles around your clit. "Let go for me."

Your body trembles, your orgasm building quickly. "Almost... oh god..."

I slow my pace, drawing out your pleasure. "Not yet. I want you to suffer a little longer." My fingers continue their deliberate dance on your clit, teasing you with just the right amount of pressure and speed to keep you hanging on the precipice. The wet, squelching sounds of our intimacy fill the room, mingling with your ragged breaths.

You cry out, your frustration evident. "Please, I can't..." You pull at my shirt, your nails digging into my back, leaving tiny crescents in their wake. The sensation is a mix of pain and pleasure that only heightens my arousal, knowing I have such control over you.

I kiss you fiercely, swallowing your cries. My tongue delves deep into your mouth, mirroring the thrusts of my fingers. The taste of your desperation is intoxicating, a heady blend of sweat and your unique flavor. My fingers continue their slow, torturous rhythm, keeping you on the edge but never letting you fall. "Such a good girl," I murmur against your lips. "So close..."

Your nails dig deeper into my back, your body straining against me. "Please... let me..." Your voice is raw, almost begging, as your hips buck involuntarily, trying to seek that elusive release.

I pull away, my fingers slipping free of your slick folds. The sudden absence leaves you gasping for breath, your body trembling as you fight for control. "Soon. But not yet."

You gasp, your body quivering as your fight for control. "You're cruel." The weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, laced with both accusation and a strange yearning.

I smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Don't drink out of the carton."