Love Me Lie You Do

Even after the rough time last week and last Friday's heaven-sent release, the next week started off just as bad. The school was getting close to the end of the year, getting ready for the summer break, and everything seemed to be going insane. Tests had to be taken, grades had to be given, papers had to be read and graded... everything was getting difficult.

Home life was always nice, though. She and her big brother Vince had an incredible life together. But sometimes during the week things got hectic leaving other things forgotten. There were things at home that just needed taking care of, cooking, cleaning, laundry... taking care of friends and family members.

Every day, they both woke up, showered, dressed, and drove to work. And the stress would start all over, building every single day.

When Monday night didn't happen as she had hoped, on Tuesday she went to the lingerie store on the way home and picked out a little costume, something Vince might enjoy seeing her wear. And of course, by enjoy, she wanted him to be so turned on he fucked the stress right out of her. But Tuesday night didn't happen as she hoped as well.

On Wednesday, she was excited for fun at last, so much so that she found herself getting wet on the drive home. She hit the red light several miles from home and while she waited the two minutes for it to change, spread her knees just a little wider, and slipped her finger over her panties. She couldn't help but remember how excited she was on Friday, when Vince fed his cock to her, inch by inch. She couldn't get that image out of her head. She was bound so well, so helpless beneath him and loved every second of it.

She could only hope it would happen again tonight. She loved his cock, loved it in her hand, loved it in her mouth... definitely loved it in her pussy. Her fingers slid under her panties and slowly slipped over her clit as she thought of what she was going to do to entice him to do that again... and again...

She knew the costume would help. She envisioned putting it on after she got home and surprising him as he sat in the living room waiting for dinner. As her finger slipped inside herself, she envisioned dropping to her knees, crawling up to him, and sliding between his legs. Her hands would slide up his legs and onto his thighs as he watched her.

She'd unfasten his pants, pulling his zipper down as she licked her lips enticingly. She was so excited even just thinking about it, thinking how excited he'd be as she released his cock and slid her hand up and down its length. Moving her mouth closer and closer until he could feel her hot breath...

A horn behind her reminded her that she was in the car.

And unfortunately, Vince had to work late on Wednesday, and another day passed without awesome sex.

She couldn't even remember what happened on Thursday. It just... passed.

Jennifer's Friday started with home-room at 8am. At just after 9am, she began her first literature class with her 10th graders. The fifteen and sixteen-year-olds.

She was busy, but she heard her phone buzz at 9:30am.

Vince: Sorry about the week... I want to make it up to you

Vince: Today is all about you.

Vince: I wanna get you very hot

Jenn was finally able to read the messages while in the middle of a short lecture on Shakespeare's Macbeth. She walked to her desk while the kids were taking out their books when she saw she had a text. It took her twenty minutes before she was able to reply to the messages. The school was cracking down on cell phone use by the kids and she was required to be an example and stay away from her own.

Taking a quick, quick second, she fired off a reply.

Jenn: Sorry, love, can't talk right now...

She set the phone back down on her desk and, slipping around it, sat on the edge, continuing her lecture, barely giving it a second thought. But the message stuck in her subconscious, brewing... exciting.

"Ok, when Banquo asks the witches of his own fortunes, they respond paradoxically, saying that he will be less than Macbeth, yet happier, less successful, yet more. Who can tell me what that means?"

She had a difficult time getting the students to talk for some reason. Maybe because it was Friday, or maybe it was because they knew it was close to the end of the school year. The same three students responded to her, the same five students didn't care at all about the class, just doodled in their notebooks, and the rest were just... there.

Class ended at 9:55am, giving the students five minutes to get to their next class. She noticed more texts all arriving over the past hour.

Vince: I'm thinking about your lips...

Vince: I'm holding your collar in my hand... and thinking about your lips on me.

Vince: I'm holding your collar and touching my hard cock... and stroking it.

Vince: Long... hard... pulsing in my hand. Just imagine it...

Vince: So very hard... thinking of you

She took her phone out into the hall with her as she waited outside her door, watching the hallway. She angled her body, her back to the wall, and turned her phone to make sure no one could read what she was reading. Every word she read made her more excited, more wet, her pussy was actually tingling. It had been a long time since she'd been this excited. She could indeed envision what he texted and more. She could see him stroking himself and it drove her crazy. She swallowed hard, her breath coming quickly, her face flushing.

She took a moment to reply, her hands shaking.

Jenn: Oh my God I want you. I would love to see that.

She was almost happy when the next class began and she could sit down. It was a study hall, so the kids were busy doing their thing, giving her time to do her own. Typically she'd grade papers or prepare for later classes. This time, though, she anxiously awaited more texts. Vince was driving her to distraction.

The next text arrived at about 10:15am...

Vince: I want you to sit behind your desk and touch yourself.

She felt her body twitch with excitement. Sitting in a room full of teenagers and her brother was flirting with her... and doing a damn good job of it. She thought about responding, about telling him she couldn't. But she knew he wouldn't stop. Only minutes later, he continued.

Vince: Slowly circle your clit...

God, he was driving her crazy! She scanned the classroom, making sure no one was paying the least bit of attention to her. Very slowly she slid a hand over her thigh. She pulled her skirt higher, and higher, inch by inch. She was embarrassed, but so damn excited. She was too damn excited not to do as he asked. She moved her hand over her inner thigh, imaging it was Vince touching her so well.

It drove her crazy to think how much he loved her and loved licking her. Just the thought of it was enough to make her wet. And he loved making her think about it. He enjoyed making her want it, making her ask for it, making her beg for it. And now she was thinking about it, about his tongue sliding against her inner thigh. About it getting closer and closer to her clit. She was thinking about his tongue sliding between her lips and licking her pussy. It was almost too much to bear. Tonight could damn well be an incredible night and that thrilled her beyond description.

Vince: I'm going to suck your pussy so good... so very good.

Vince: I can't wait to taste you

Her fingers slid slowly in circles, making her more and more excited. She couldn't wait to get home. She had to control her breathing, had to appear normal. But sitting in the classroom was absolutely torture when all she wanted to do was throw her legs up on the desk and thrust her fingers inside her pussy again and again... when all she wanted to do was cum.

Vince: I have plans for you today.

Vince: Remember the rules...

Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it the bell rang and it was 10:55am. She blinked, wondering where the time had gone. All of her students stood and gathered their books, milling towards the door. She suddenly realized where her hand was and removed it as swiftly and discreetly as she could. She was almost panting with need and was so relieved she was going to have a little break. Her next class wasn't until noon.

She was gathering her papers as her students left and heard her door close. Surprised by the noise, she looked up and her heart leaped... Vince stood there, his hand still on the door knob.

"Wha...?" she started to ask, when he interrupted her.

"Remember rule number one," he whispered. "No talking." He slowly moved down the wall by the door, moving away from the window, away from prying eyes, looking forward, scanning the back of the room.

"You have a lunch break until twelve, right?" he asked, turning towards her.

Her eyes followed him questioningly. She had no idea why he was there. "Yes."

"Good. Come here," he ordered softly, his hands at his sides.

She crooked her head, wondering what he was up to, but traced his steps to the back of the room and stood in front of him. She clasped her hands behind her back, almost daring him to act. She was nervous about such a public place, although it was very rare for anyone to come in during her lunch hour... they were all enjoying the warm weather outside.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, under hers, bending forward and kissing her. It was light at first, but his hands held her tighter, his mouth pressed into hers harder, his tongue started sliding between her lips, demandingly. He felt her responding to him, felt her body press against him. He loved kissing her like this, so deeply and forcefully.

He pulled away, spun her around, and pressed her against the wall. Her hands moved up swiftly, bracing herself to keep from hitting it, and were now pinned between the wall and her shoulders. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back onto his shoulder and kissed her neck. Jenn moaned excitedly as his free hand slid down her side, over her hip, and onto her thigh. She could feel his fingers walking, pulling her skirt with each step, inching it higher and higher.

"I know it's been another long week," he whispered in her ear. "I'm here to make sure it's better today."

She could feel it when her skirt was raised above her hips and his hand touched bare skin. It moved over her hip and slipped back onto her ass, fondling and caressing it. He loved that she always wore thong panties, keeping her ass lovingly bare. He grabbed the strap from behind, pulling the material tight against her pussy, making her moan.

"I'm here to make your pussy nice and wet," he whispered as he tugged on her panties. His finger then moved along her crack, between her legs and releasing the material, until he found her wetness and let a solitary finger slide just inside. "And then to make you cum."

She gasped loudly. "Oh God," she moaned.

"You're wet, Jennifer. Did you touch yourself like I asked?"

She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly feeling so dry, her voice so shaky with desire. "Yes."

He laughed a little, obviously pleased. "You're a very good girl, then," he whispered in her ear, his fingers sliding deeper and then pulling out and circling the little sphincter of her ass. She shivered in his arms, obviously both scared and excited by his touch.

"I want you to touch yourself now, Jennifer," he whispered, commanding her, and she shivered against him. "I want you to touch your pussy."

Her hand slipped down and he felt her push her hips into him, giving herself room. Their fingers met in her wet pussy as he felt hers begin urgently circling her clit.

"That's right. Good girl," he whispered as his fingers slowly pushed deep inside her yet again. She was breathing excitedly, almost panting in pleasure. He pulled her head back hard and bit her neck playfully. She grunted, animalistic, her hand moving even faster.

He moved back from her and pulled her hips, making her bend over, his hand still gripping her hair, pulling her head back. Licking his lips, he tossed her skirt up over her hips, baring her beautiful ass to him. Her feet were wide, giving her ample access to her pussy and helping him see her hand and fingers pleasuring herself.

"Your fingers look so hot in your pussy. And your ass is so incredible..." His hand stroked her ass cheeks lovingly.

She knew she looked like some slut in heat, but she didn't care. She knew it was wrong to do this at the school, but she didn't care. All of it, every single thing about it, only excited her more. Her pussy was tingling and throbbing with desire. Desire for him. Desire to please him.

She yelped as his hand struck her ass. She had told him how much it turned her on when he did that, but she wasn't sure she let him know exactly how much it turned her on. Every strike of his hand sent shivers up her spine. Every strike of his hand made every nerve in her body more sensitive. Every strike of his hand made her pussy more alive.

Her body was shaking and she didn't know how long she'd be able to stand. She could feel her ass getting warming, each strike hurting a little more, driving her more insane with pleasure. Her fingers circled her clit and its throbbing was beating in her ears. She didn't know if she was screaming or not, but it certainly felt like it.

She felt her orgasm fast approaching and babbled it to him. She thought he said something in return, but couldn't register what it was. She didn't even know if what she said was understandable. Suddenly her pussy clenched and her hips jumped as her orgasm began. Her legs tightened and started to buckle, but his strong arms held her up. He pushed her up against the wall again, holding her tight there, pressing his body against hers as she panted and moaned.

She turned around and fell into his arms, her head resting on his chest as his arms enfolded her. They slid up and down her back, gently caressing her head until her breathing fell back to normal.

"Oh my God... oh my God..." was all she could whisper, over and over again. She finally looked up and smiled at him. "God you're amazing. How do you get me this excited every time?"

Vince smiled down at her and kissed her lips gently. "Because I love you," he said softly.

"God I love you, too." She looked at her watch. "I have a few minutes to eat something and then start my afternoon classes. You are so going to get it tonight, mister." She kissed him again, a soul-searing kiss, as his arms held her tight, then she walked him out the door, hand in hand.

*****

Jenn was electrified for the rest of the afternoon. She couldn't believe that Vince would, one, actually come to her school like that, and two, that he'd actually make her cum in her own classroom. She was barely able to think and concentrate, let alone teach classes in the afternoon. But she had a job to do.

At 3pm the final bell rang and the kids flew out the door, thankfully. The weather was incredible outside, sunshine, warmth... what everyone needed after a long, cold winter. She anxiously put her paperwork in her bag and grabbed her purse, very, very excited to get home. She'd been thinking all afternoon about how to pay Vince back for his lovely visit. It was time to put some of those thoughts into action.

The drive home was driving her crazy. Her pussy was so damn wet and her clit was tingling again. Damn... she needed something. She fished through her purse... all the way to the bottom where she knew it was. She felt it difficult to control the car, searching and searching through her purse, until she finally found it. She pulled it out, smiling.

"Oh, yes! You're looking so damn good today." She smiled, turning it on to test it. It buzzed greedily in her hand, making her giggle. "Oh, you're gonna feel so damn good." She pressed the small, rapidly buzzing cylinder between her legs and groaned as the sensation kissed her clit.

She rocked her hips forward into it, careful not to press too much on the gas pedal. It felt so incredible... a perfect substitute for Vince when she needed it. But she knew nothing would ever take his place. His hands, his lips, his tongue, his cock... his entire fucking body was just incredibly arousing. And he definitely knew how to please her.

All she could think about was him all afternoon long... about showing up at her work, spanking her like that, making her masturbate... God she wished they could have done more. She kept thinking about how hard his cock must have been, watching her. She could imagine he would have had to adjust it in his pants. She could imagine it swelling, engorging with blood, becoming rock hard and sensitive. She could imagine its bulbous head, ready to be sucked and licked.

She loved to watch him open his pants and let it free. She loved to watch him holding it, stroking it just for her, getting it ready for her. She loved to hear him moan and whimper as she slid it into her warm, wet mouth... her lips pressing against it with just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of suction. She loved to hold and lick it while she watched his reaction, her hand sliding up and down.

She loved making him so crazy he takes over, grabbing her head and fucking her mouth. And she absolutely craved watching it explode, watching the cum spray forth when he was completely overcome. She loved to feel the warmth of it on her body, her face, in her mouth, and especially in and on her pussy. There was nothing else in the world more satisfying to her.

Her body jerked excitedly, the little vibrator doing it's work wonderfully. She felt her legs tensing up, her body pressing into the car seat more as her orgasm approached, but she pulled it away, making sure she stayed hot and ready. She had plans for her brother.

He was already home when she pulled into the driveway and garage, which, although was normal, it made it difficult to surprise him like she wanted. She walked in the door and he was watching the news, sitting on the couch. She put her bags down and slipped into the living room, kissing him on the lips.

"Hi," she whispered, smiling. "How's my sexy brother?"

"Mmmm, he's much better now," he smiled back. "I'm glad you're home, doll."

Her hand stroked his cheek, sliding down to his chest. "Do you need anything right now or can I take a minute to freshen up?"

"Go ahead and freshen up. I was thinking we'd go out for dinner tonight, if that's ok."

Her hand slid lower onto his abdomen, her fingertips grazing the top of his slacks, playing with the material and belt.

"That'll be fine. What do you have in mind?" She licked her lips as her fingers hesitantly touched his cock through his pants. She could feel it jump a little with desire and quickly moved her hand back, as if it burned her.

"Mmmm," he whispered. "I'm thinking I'm going to need a lot of protein to get through the weekend," he laughed.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "I think I'm going to get a lot of protein this weekend." She bit her lip seductively and turned and dashed up the stairs to the bedroom.

"Hey!" Vince said playfully wanting more as she dashed away.

Her heart was racing as she entered the bedroom and closed the door. Her plan was now in motion.

She grabbed the shopping bag out of the closet and spilled the contents on the bed. She scanned over each item, making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. Quickly she shed her clothes, tossing them on the bed as well, until she was completely naked. She first grabbed the black, lace, thong underwear and slid them up her legs. She adjusted them, making sure they fit just perfectly. Everything had to be just perfect. Her pussy tingled when the material settled against it and she realized just how horny she was. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, thinking of Vince again.

Next she sat on the bed and slid the lace-top, thigh high stockings over her toes and up her long, beautiful legs. She loved the feel of the stockings and she definitely loved the reaction Vince gave her when she wore them. His fetish for hose was just lovely, she thought, and she loved to tease him with it.