My Sister is a Bitch 1
By SmutWriterAI.
She’d stared at me, her eyes flicking down for a split second before she muttered about needing to pee and bolted to the living room. I could still hear her giggle echoing in my ears, light and teasing, like she found the whole thing hilarious.
At 22, married and all grown up with a kid, she acted like she owned the place during her visits, always poking fun at me like I was still the little brother she used to boss around.
I shut my bedroom door, letting the towel drop to the floor. Dinner was at least an hour away, Mom was downstairs prepping, and Tina was probably keeping her two-year-old daughter occupied. The house felt quiet except for the hum of the AC fighting the humid summer heat.
My mind replayed the stare-down, her full lips curving into that smirk, and damn if it didn’t stir something low in my gut. I shook it off, but as I grabbed my headphones and flopped onto the bed, my dick twitched. Why not? I had time. I scrolled through my phone for some music, something upbeat to drown out the world, and let my hand drift down.
My fingers wrapped around my dick, already half-hard from the lingering thoughts. It wasn’t big, I knew that, thin and short, maybe four inches when fully erect, but it felt good in my grip, warm and pulsing as I gave it a slow stroke. I spread my legs, the sheets cool against my bare ass, and started edging like I sometimes did when I wanted to make it last.
Up and down, deliberate and teasing, squeezing the base to hold back the building pressure. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, slicking my palm, and I smeared it around, groaning softly into the pillow. The music thumped in my ears, bass vibrating through my chest, matching the rhythm of my hand. I pinched my balls lightly, rolling them, feeling that tight coil in my gut wind tighter.
Fuck, it was intense. My breath came in short gasps, hips bucking up involuntarily as I chased the edge without tipping over.
Time blurred. I lost myself in the sensation, stroking faster and then slowing, thumb circling the sensitive head until my thighs trembled. Sweat trickled down my temple, mixing with the faint soap scent on my skin. I imagined Tina’s giggle again, her eyes on me, and it made my dick throb harder, wrong, but the shame twisted into heat that kept me going. I was so close now, balls drawn up tight, every nerve screaming for release. ‘Just a few more strokes,’ I told myself, biting my lip to stifle a moan.
The door flew open without a knock. “Dinner’s ready, you little shit,” Tina said, striding in like she owned my space.
I froze, hand mid-stroke on my exposed hard dick, the music blasting too loud for me to hear her approach. Her eyes locked onto me, sprawled naked on the bed, dick in hand, thin and rigid, glistening with my own pre-cum.
She slammed the door shut behind her, but didn’t look away. Instead, a sharp laugh escaped her, high and mocking. “Oh my God.”
I couldn’t stop it. The orgasm hit like a freight train, waves crashing through me as cum spurted from my dick in hot, messy ropes across my stomach and chest. My body jerked, hand pumping involuntarily through the pulses, shame burning my face even as the pleasure ripped a choked gasp from my throat.
Tina stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her sundress hugging her curves, watching every twitch and spurt with wide-eyed amusement.
“Get out!” I yelled, yanking a pillow over my lap too late, my voice cracking like the embarrassed teen I was.
Heat flooded my cheeks, my dick already softening in the sticky aftermath, shrinking back to its pathetic stub under her gaze.
She didn’t budge, just tilted her head, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. “Jesus, bro, your dick is really tiny. Like, seriously thin. Is that all you’ve got?”
Her words sliced through me, laced with that big-sister superiority she’d always had, but sharper now, intimate in the worst way. She stepped closer, eyes raking over the mess I’d made, and I swear her lips quirked like she was enjoying this.
“Tina, fuck off! This isn’t funny!” I snapped, heart pounding, wishing the bed would swallow me whole.
The emotional gut-punch mixed with the fading high of release, leaving me raw and exposed.
She shook her head, unfazed, her voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “I don’t think it’s any bigger than when I used to bathe you as a kid. What, five or six? If you didn’t have that scruffy pubes, I’d swear you hadn’t hit puberty yet. Hope it grows, little man, or your sex life’s gonna be a real joke.”
She glanced at my shriveled dick peeking from under the pillow, then met my eyes with a wink that made my stomach twist, part anger, part something darker I didn’t want to name. I sat there, cum cooling on my skin, the metallic tang in the air mixing with my sweat, feeling smaller than ever. Tina turned toward the door, pausing with her hand on the knob.
“Clean up and get your ass downstairs, or Mom’ll come up here too. And trust me, you don’t want her seeing this.”
She slipped out, her laughter trailing behind like a slap, leaving the door cracked just enough for the hallway light to spill in. I lay there, pulse racing, her words echoing, your sex life’s gonna be a real joke, wondering how I’d face her at the dinner table, the humiliation simmering under my skin like it might never fade.
I lay there frozen, the sticky mess of my cum drying in cooling patches across my stomach, my chest heaving as I tried to process the humiliation crashing over me like a wave. My dick, still twitching faintly in the aftermath, felt exposed and raw under the rumpled pillow I’d thrown over it.
Tina’s words looped in my head, tiny, thin, a joke, each one stabbing deeper, making my face burn hotter. The door was cracked, her laughter fading down the hall, but the house felt too quiet now, the music still thumping softly from my headphones on the nightstand. I wanted to wipe myself clean, pull on clothes, and hide forever, but my body wouldn’t move. Shame pinned me down, thick and heavy, mixing with the lingering buzz of that ill-timed orgasm.
Then the door creaked open again. My heart slammed against my ribs as Tina sauntered back in, her smirk sharper than before, like she’d decided this wasn’t over. She didn’t knock, didn’t hesitate, just closed the door softly behind her and leaned against it for a second, eyes scanning me sprawled out in my mess.
“Forgot something,” she said, her voice light but laced with that teasing edge that made my stomach knot.
I yanked the pillow tighter over my lap, my voice a weak croak. “Tina, get out. I mean it.”
But she ignored me, pushing off the door and crossing the room in a few slow steps, her sundress swishing against her thighs. She stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at me with those knowing eyes, the ones that always saw right through my bullshit. My dick gave a traitorous twitch beneath the fabric, still sensitive, and I prayed she couldn’t tell.
She didn’t ask. Instead, she knelt beside me on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight, her knee brushing my thigh. Up close, I could smell her, faint perfume mixed with the summer sweat from chasing her kid around, something floral and intoxicating that made my head spin.
“Look at you,” she murmured, reaching out without warning.
Her fingers, soft, manicured, slipped under the pillow, brushing the edge of my softening shaft. I jerked, a gasp escaping me, but she held firm, tracing the length of it lightly, feeling it stir against her touch despite everything.
“Jesus, Tina, what the fuck?” I groaned, my hands fisting the sheets, torn between shoving her away and the electric spark her fingers ignited.
Humiliation burned in my chest, but so did the heat pooling low again, my body betraying me as my dick thickened under her feather-light strokes.
She chuckled low, her breath warm against my ear as she leaned in closer, her free hand resting on my thigh to pin me in place. “It’s twitching like crazy, little bro. So desperate already? You just came all over yourself, and here you are, getting hard for your big sister.”
Her fingers wrapped loosely around my shaft now, not stroking, just holding, feeling every desperate pulse. The thinness of it made her grip feel almost loose, but the contact sent jolts straight to my balls, making them ache anew. I bit my lip, shame flooding me. How could I be reacting like this to her mocking touch?
“Pathetic,” she whispered, her voice dropping to that husky tone that sent shivers down my spine.
She slid her hand up, thumb circling the head where a fresh bead of pre-cum welled, smearing it slowly.
“Keep stroking it. Don’t stop. Edge yourself for me, like the needy little boy you are.”
Her order hung in the air, commanding, and my hand moved on instinct, replacing hers as she pulled back just enough to watch. I gripped my dick, small, thin, throbbing in my palm, and started the slow, torturous strokes, up and down, building that familiar pressure without chasing release.
I trembled, my thighs quivering as I obeyed, the emotional weight of it crashing over me. This was my sister, married, confident Tina, who used to change my diapers, and now she was here, directing me like some twisted game. Part of me screamed to stop, to yell for Mom. Still, the humiliation twisted into something darker, hotter, making my strokes falter as the pleasure edged sharper.
Her eyes locked on my hand, dark and intense, a small smile playing on her lips. “That’s it. Slower. Make it last.”
Then her hand dipped lower, fingers cupping my small balls, heavy and tight from the edging. She squeezed gently at first, rolling them in her palm, the pressure sending a spike of need through me. I groaned, hips bucking up, my dick leaking more pre-cum that slicked my fingers.
“Feel that? So full already. You’re gonna beg before you cum this time, aren’t you? With that tiny dick of yours, who could blame you?”
The verbal barbs hit hard, each one laced with that intimate cruelty only she could pull off, making my face flame even as my body arched into her touch. She tugged lightly on my balls, not painful but insistent, intensifying the ache until I was panting, strokes coming faster despite her orders. Shame warred with the overwhelming rush, her fingers kneading, owning me, the scent of my own arousal thick in the air, mixing with hers.
I was caught, trembling beneath her control, every nerve alight with the push-pull of degradation and desire. “Tina… Please stop,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for, the edge so close it hurt.
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, breath hot. “Not yet. Keep going. Show me how bad you want it.” Her hand squeezed again, rolling harder, and I whimpered, lost in the storm of it all, wondering how much further she’d take this before dinner, or if she’d stop at all.
Her fingers tightened around my twitching dick, the sudden firmness making me gasp as she took control from my faltering hand. Tina’s grip was unyielding, her palm warm and slick from the pre-cum I’d already leaked, sliding up and down my thin shaft in slow, deliberate pumps that had my hips jerking involuntarily. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my neck, the floral scent of her skin mixing with the musky tang of my arousal hanging heavy in the room.
“That’s right, little brother,” Tina whispered, her voice a sultry rasp that sent fresh waves of shame crashing through me. “Stroke that pathetic, tiny dick for me. Keep edging it, don’t you dare cum without my say-so.”
I whimpered, my hand trembling as I wrapped it back around my dick under her guidance, her fingers overlapping mine to force the rhythm, slow, torturous pulls that built the pressure in my balls without mercy. The humiliation burned deep, twisting in my gut like a knife; this was Tina, my big sister, the one who’d bandaged my scrapes and shared secrets, now owning my most private shame with her mocking touch.
My dick throbbed in our joined grip, so small it barely filled her hand, the thin length pulsing desperately against her skin. “Look at it twitch,” she taunted softly, her lips brushing my earlobe. “So fucking eager, even though it’s barely a dick. What would your friends say if they knew your sister had to teach you how to jerk off properly? Bet they’d laugh their asses off at this little nub.”
Shame flooded me, hot and unrelenting, making my face flame as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. But god, the pleasure was there too, coiling tighter with every stroke, my body betraying me as I obeyed her filthy orders. I pumped harder despite myself, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the room, my breath coming in ragged pants. Her free hand dipped lower, nails digging lightly into the sensitive skin of my balls, scraping just enough to make me shudder deeply.
The sharp sting mixed with the ache, sending jolts straight up my spine, my thighs quaking as I fought the urge to buck into her touch. “Feel that?” she murmured, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Your balls are so tight, begging to unload. But not yet, you tiny-dick loser. Edge it harder, show me how desperate you are for your big sister’s approval.”
I obeyed, my strokes quickening, fingers squeezing the base of my dick to stave off the building orgasm, the edge so razor-sharp it made my vision blur. Pleasure and humiliation crashed inside me like opposing tides, pulling me under; I hated how wet I was getting, how my pre-cum dribbled down my shaft, slicking everything, but I couldn’t stop.
Tina’s nails dug a fraction deeper into my balls, rolling them roughly in her palm, the pressure intensifying until I was moaning low, my body arching off the bed. The pain-pleasure blend had me trembling, every nerve alight, the incestuous wrongness of her touch only fueling the fire. She was married, a mom, yet here she was, tormenting her little brother’s inadequate dick like it was her personal toy.
Her teasing ramped up, her squeezes on my balls turning firmer, tugging just enough to drive me insane, the ache spreading through my groin like liquid heat. “You’re leaking so much, bro,” she whispered filthily, her tongue flicking out to trace my jawline, making me shiver. “That tiny thing’s crying for release, isn’t it? Bet your future wife’s gonna fake it every time with this shrimp dick. Keep stroking, faster now, but don’t cum. I want you ruined for dinner, sitting there with blue balls, thinking about how your sister’s owning your pathetic orgasm.”
The words hit like punches, each one laced with that intimate venom that only family could wield, shredding my pride while stoking the desperate need throbbing in my core. I was caught, utterly, humiliation wrapping around me like chains, the emotional gut-punch of her dominance clashing with the raw physical hunger.
My hand flew over my dick now, edging frantically, the head swollen and purple, slick with pre-cum that she smeared with her thumb on every upstroke. I begged silently in my mind, please, Tina, let me cum, take control of this mess you’ve made, but the words stuck in my throat, choked by the shame of needing her permission so badly.
She chuckled darkly, her nails scraping my balls one last time, the sensation pushing me right to the brink, my whole body seizing as the orgasm hovered, taunting. “Good boy,” she breathed, her grip loosening just enough to let me teeter there, suspended in agony.
The door was still closed, the house silent beyond, but I knew Mom could call any second. Yet, that risk only made it hotter, the forbidden edge sharpening everything. Her eyes bored into mine, dark with power, waiting to see how far I’d break before she decided my fate.
Tina’s eyes locked on mine, that predatory gleam making my stomach twist with a fresh surge of dread and want. Without warning, her grip on my balls tightened like a vice, her nails digging deeper into the tender skin, sharp points piercing just enough to send a jolt of white-hot pain ripping through me. I gasped loudly, the sound tearing from my throat raw and broken, my body jerking off the bed as the agony bloomed low in my gut. It hurt so fucking bad, but mixed with the throbbing ache in my dick, it twisted into something filthy, something that made my thin shaft pulse harder in my slick fist.
“Oh, listen to you whimper. You sound like a girl,” she cooed, her voice low and mocking, laced with that sisterly cruelty that cut deepest because it came from her, Tina, who’d once been my protector, now my tormentor. “Such a tiny, sensitive pair you’ve got there. Bet that hurts, doesn’t it? But look at your pathetic little dick, it’s loving every second, twitching like a desperate worm.”
Her nails scraped inward, rolling my balls roughly in her palm, the pressure building until I could feel them swelling under her assault, tight and full, screaming for release.
I couldn’t help it. My hand flew faster over my dick, stroking the slick length with frantic urgency, the pre-cum oozing from the slit and dribbling down to coat my fingers. Each pull dragged me closer to the edge, my hips bucking wildly into the air, but terror clawed at me. She’d stop if I came, yank away her touch, and leave me hanging in this hell of blue-balled agony.
“Please,” I choked out, the word barely a whisper, shame flooding my cheeks as tears welled up.
This was wrong, so fucking wrong, my married older sister kneeling on my bed, owning my body like I was her plaything, her daughter probably downstairs with Mom. At the same time, she tortured me with her hands and words.
She laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my skin as she leaned in, her breath hot on my throbbing dickhead. “Please, what, little bro? Please let your big sis ruin you more? Keep edging that shrimp dick, slow it down now, squeeze the base hard, or I’ll crush these nuts until you cry.”
Her command hit like a slap, and I obeyed instantly, my fingers clamping down at the root of my thin shaft, staving off the orgasm that bubbled right there, so close I could taste it. The pain from her nails sharpened, digging crescents into my ballsack, making me shudder violently, my thighs quaking as sweat slicked my skin. The room smelled of sweat, my music still humming faintly in the background, a cruel reminder that time was slipping away, dinner waiting.
Her free hand joined mine again, forcing my strokes to match her rhythm, deliberate, teasing glides that milked every drop of pre-cum without mercy. “God, it’s so small,” she whispered filthily, her lips brushing the sensitive underside of my dick, sending sparks up my spine. “This tiny thing could get lost in a girl’s pussy. No wonder you’re jerking off alone. Who the fuck would want to ride this pencil dick? Edge it for me, show me how bad you need your sister’s help even to feel good.”
The words shredded me, each one a dagger to my pride, twisting the love I had for her into this dark, incestuous knot of humiliation and hunger. I hated how my body responded, dick leaking more, balls aching under her rough squeezes. Still, the emotional gut-punch only made the pleasure sharper, more insistent.
I trembled harder, my whole frame shaking as I pumped my fist, the slick schlick-schlick echoing off the walls, my breath coming in desperate pants. Tina’s grip on my balls turned brutal, squeezing them rougher, tugging downward until the pain blurred into ecstasy, pushing me right to the brink.
Stars danced in my vision, my abs clenching as the orgasm coiled like a spring, ready to snap. Shame and desire warred inside me, ripping me apart. I was her little brother, exposed and pathetic, yet craving her control, the way her touch made my inadequate body sing with forbidden fire.
“Tina… Fuck… I can’t…” I groaned, voice cracking, the plea hanging between us as my dick swelled in my hand, the head flushed and weeping.
She didn’t let up, her nails raking deeper, the sting making me cry out, a mix of pain and plea that only fueled her smirk. “You can and you will, you worthless little edger,” she hissed, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper that vibrated through my core. “Teeter there for me, feel how close you are? One more stroke and you’ll blow, but if you do without permission, I’ll tell Mom everything. Imagine her face seeing her baby boy’s tiny cumshot.”
Her squeezes intensified, rolling my balls with punishing force, the pressure unbearable, driving me insane with need. I was lost, body and soul, the incestuous thrill of her dominance crashing over me like waves, shredding any last shred of dignity as I balanced on that knife-edge, desperate for her to push me over or pull me back. Either way, I was hers, trembling and broken under her cruel gaze.
The door handle rattled faintly in the distance, Mom calling. Still, Tina’s eyes never left mine, her hand unrelenting, waiting to see if I’d shatter first.
Before I could process the distant rattle of the door, maybe Mom checking on us, or just my paranoia, Tina shifted, her body suddenly pressing against mine like a wave of heat crashing over me. Her curves molded to my side, the soft swell of her breasts squishing against my arm through her thin shirt, her hip grinding into my thigh as she draped one leg over my quaking one.
The scent of her perfume mixed with the musky tang of my own arousal hit me hard, making my head spin. Her warm breath ghosted over my ear, hot and teasing, sending shivers racing down my spine straight to my throbbing dick.
“Feel that, little bro?” she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of my ear, voice a sultry rasp that dripped with mockery. “Your big sister’s body is all up on you… Bet it’s the closest you’ll ever get to a real woman.”
Her words sliced through me, stirring that twisted knot of love and shame in my gut. Tina, my sister, the one I’d idolized, is now using her closeness to break me down. I wanted to push her away, to scream how wrong this was, but my body betrayed me, arching into her touch like a starved animal.
Her hand, the one not forcing my strokes, clamped down harder on my balls, fingers vise-like, nails digging cruelly deep into the swollen flesh. The pain exploded, sharp and unrelenting, like fire ants burrowing into my skin, making my sack tighten and pulse under the assault. I cried out, a guttural whimper that echoed in the room, my hips jerking involuntarily as the agony ripped through my core.
But fuck, it blended with the relentless throb in my dick, turning the hurt into this filthy fuel that had pre-cum spurting from my slit in thick, sticky ropes, coating my fist and her guiding fingers.
“Edge faster now, you pathetic little edger,” she commanded, her breath hot against my ear, lips so close I felt the vibration of her words. “Pump that tiny twitching dick like your worthless life depends on it. Look at it, dancing in your hand, so desperate, so fucking small. It’s hilarious how something so insignificant can make you shake like this.”
Her free hand shoved mine roughly, forcing my strokes to quicken, the slick slide of skin on skin turning frantic, each pull dragging me perilously closer to the edge. My thin shaft burned, veins bulging, the head swollen and purple, weeping endlessly as I obeyed her, my arm aching from the speed.
Pain and pleasure twisted together in a brutal storm inside me, the sharp stings from her nails warring with the electric pulses shooting up from my dick. Shame flooded my veins like ice water, burning my cheeks and chest. How could I let this happen? My married older sister, pressing her body against my naked, trembling form, owning my most private shame with her cruel grip and words.
It was an incestuous hell, her dominance stripping me bare emotionally, making me feel smaller than my dick ever could. But god, the lust drowned it all, a desperate hunger clawing at my insides, making my balls ache deeper under her squeeze, begging for the release she dangled just out of reach. Silently, I pleaded, ‘Please, Tina, let me cum, end this torment, even if it means more humiliation.’
I trembled violently, my whole body quaking like a leaf in a gale, caught between the agony of her nails carving into my balls and the insatiable lust her control ignited. Sweat poured down my back, soaking the sheets, my breath ragged gasps that matched the wet schlick of my fist flying over my dick.
Her body heat seeped into me, her thigh rubbing against mine, adding friction that only heightened the madness. “That’s it, feel how I own these pathetic nuts,” Tina whispered filthily, twisting her wrist to grind her nails deeper, the pain spiking so fierce I bit my lip bloody to stifle a scream. “They’re mine to squeeze, to hurt, while you edge that shrimp dick for me. Imagine if your niece walked in, seeing her uncle like this, tiny dick leaking for his big sister’s torture.”
The emotional weight crashed harder, her words painting vivid, horrifying pictures that twisted my love for her into something dark and obsessive. I was drowning in it, the intimacy of her closeness, the raw, graphic pain of her grip, the urgent need pulsing through my veins. My strokes blurred, faster, harder, the pre-cum slicking everything, my dick twitching wildly in my hand, on the verge of exploding.
But fear held me back. Tina would punish me, crush me harder, expose me to the world downstairs. Tears blurred my vision, mixing with the sweat, as I teetered there, body convulsing under her weight, her breath still teasing my ear with promises of more cruelty.
She chuckled low, the sound vibrating through her chest into mine, her nails retracting just enough to let a sliver of relief flood in, only to clamp again, sharper, pulling a fresh gasp from my lips. “Not yet, bro. Keep begging inside that empty head of yours. Show me how much you need this, how my little brother’s ruined by his own sister’s hand.”
Her leg hooked tighter around mine, pinning me, her body a warm cage I couldn’t escape. The music droned on, forgotten, as the world narrowed to her touch, her voice, the unbearable edge I balanced on, heart pounding with the terror of what she’d do next.
Just as the pressure built to a shattering peak inside me, Tina’s grip loosened abruptly, her nails scraping away from my throbbing balls like claws retracting from fresh meat. The sudden absence of that sharp pain left my sack pulsing with residual fire, the skin raw and tingling, but the relief was short-lived. My dick didn’t care. It kept surging toward the brink, veins throbbing hot and insistent under my slick fingers.
“Freeze, you worthless little masturbator,” Tina hissed into my ear, her voice a whip-crack of command that cut through the haze of my desperation.
Her hand shot up, grabbing my wrist and yanking it still, forcing my fist to halt mid-stroke around my thin, twitching shaft. I gasped, my body locking up in obedience, every muscle taut as a bowstring. The music thumped faintly in the background, but all I could hear was the ragged rasp of my breathing and the wet, obscene pulse of blood rushing through my dick.
It throbbed wildly in my frozen grip, the swollen head bobbing like it had a mind of its own, slick with pre-cum that oozed from the slit in fat, glistening beads. One drop after another trailed down the underside, coating my fingers and dripping onto my stomach in sticky strings. Fuck, it ached so bad, deep, gnawing need clawing at my insides, my balls drawing up tight, heavy with the load she’d edged out of me over what felt like hours.
I was right there, teetering on the edge of explosion, my hips twitching involuntarily, begging to thrust into the air. Shame burned through me, hot and unrelenting; my own sister had me like this, naked and leaking on my bed, her body still pressed warm against mine, her scent wrapping around me like a noose. Part of me hated her for it, for turning our sibling bond into this twisted, incestuous torment. Still, the rest, the pathetic, horny part, craved her control, even as tears pricked my eyes from the frustration.
Without warning, it happened. My dick spasmed hard in my hand, the tip flaring, and a weak spurt of jizz shot out, thin and pathetic, just a single rope that splattered across my heaving chest, barely qualifying as cum. No rush of bliss followed, no crashing waves of release to ease the ache.
Instead, the build-up collapsed inward, leaving my dick twitching uselessly, dribbling the last watery drops as the orgasm ruined itself into nothing. My balls clenched futilely, the pressure trapped, turning the denied peak into a hollow throb that echoed through my gut like a punch.
I panted, chest rising and falling in shallow bursts, staring down at the meager mess on my skin, feeling utterly unsatisfied, my body screaming for the full explosion she’d stolen from me.
Tina pulled back slightly, her leg sliding off mine as she propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh that sliced right into my soul, her full lips curling into a smirk that made my wilting dick shrink even further under her gaze.
“Oh, look at that sad little squirt,” Tina taunted, her voice dripping with disdain, reaching out to flick the softening head of my dick with one nail, sending a jolt of oversensitive pain through me. “All that edging, all that pathetic twitching, and that’s all you manage? A ruined dribble from your tiny shrimp dick. Pathetic, bro. I built you up for a real cumshot, and you just… Flop. No wonder you’re still a virgin, women would laugh you out of bed.”
Her words hit like acid, stirring the emotional storm inside me: humiliation crashing against the raw frustration of my denied release, the incestuous wrongness of her touching me, mocking me, making my cheeks flame and my stomach twist. I wanted to curl up, hide from her eyes that raked over my spent, shrinking dick, now just a soft, stubby thing nestled in my pubic hair, glistening with shame.
The pre-cum and weak cum cooled on my skin, sticky and gross, a reminder of how she’d owned every twitch, every desperate stroke. Love for her flickered beneath the hurt, twisted into something dark, making me ache not just physically but in that deep, sibling place where her approval had always mattered. But now? She just laughed again, low and filthy, pressing one last mocking kiss to my ear before rolling off the bed.
“Clean yourself up, little edger,” Tina said over her shoulder, sauntering toward the door with that confident sway in her hips, her shirt riding up to flash a glimpse of her ass. “Dinner’s waiting, and if you don’t hurry, I’ll tell Mom all about your tiny ruined mess.”
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone in the dim room, panting hard, my body still humming with unspent energy. My dick was limp now, barely an inch, the frustration gnawing at me like an itch I couldn’t scratch, shame flooding me as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I’d face her downstairs, or anyone else, for that matter. My balls ached from the lack of proper release. I realized she did this on purpose. Tina built me up for possibly the best cum of my life, then she ruined it.
On purpose…
Bitch!
The music kept playing, oblivious, but my mind raced with the echo of her laugh, the ghost of her touch, pulling me deeper into this humiliating web she’d spun.
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