*****

Part 2…

I lay there for what felt like forever, my chest sticky with that pathetic dribble of cum cooling into a gross film on my skin. The shame burned hotter than the denied ache in my balls, twisting my gut as I replayed Tina’s laugh, her flicking nail on my softening dick. 

How could my own sister do this to me? 

Part of me wanted to scream, to hate her for dragging me into this incestuous hell, but the twisted pull in my chest, the need for her twisted approval, kept me frozen. Finally, I dragged myself up, wiping the mess with a tissue from my nightstand, my limp dick jiggling uselessly between my legs as I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. 

Dinner. 

Fuck, I had to face her.

*****

Downstairs, the smell of Mom’s lasagna hit me like a wall, warm and comforting, but it did nothing to ease the fire in my cheeks. I slunk into the kitchen, avoiding eyes, my face probably red as hell. 

Tina was already at the table, chatting with Mom about her daughter, her posture all casual confidence. But when I sat down across from her, her gaze locked on mine, cold, smirking, as she could see right through my clothes to the raw, humiliated boy she’d just ruined. 

“Pass the garlic bread, bro,” Tina said innocently, but her foot nudged mine under the table, a subtle press that made my stomach flip. 

I shoved the basket her way, mumbling something, my heart pounding.

Through the meal, she kept it up, subtle jabs that sliced deep without Mom noticing. 

“You look flushed, little guy. Rough day playing baseball?” she’d say, her eyes dropping to my lap for a split second, that smirk sharpening as she forked lasagna into her mouth. Or, “Bet you’re starving after all that… exertion upstairs.” Her voice dipped low on the last word, just for me, and I swear my dick twitched in my jeans, a traitorous spark of heat amid the embarrassment flooding me. 

Mom laughed it off, oblivious, but each taunt hammered home the secret between us: my tiny dick, her control, the way she’d edged me to nothing. I barely tasted the food, my mind reeling with the emotional storm, love for my sister soured into this dark dependency, humiliation making me want to vanish, yet her gaze held me captive, stirring that forbidden ache.

After dinner, I bolted. “Gonna play some video games, Mom,” I muttered to my mother, escaping upstairs without looking back.

*****

In my room, I fired up the console, the glow of the screen a flimsy shield. Zelda or whatever, didn’t matter. The controller shook in my hands, my thoughts looping back to Tina’s hot breath, her nails on my balls, the ruined spurt that left me hollow. Shame gnawed at me, but so did the lingering throb in my groin, a quiet insistence that made me shift uncomfortably. Eventually, exhaustion won. I crashed on the bed, games flickering forgotten as sleep dragged me under.

A rough shake yanked me awake at 2 a.m., the room pitch black except for the hallway light spilling in. 

“Up, you lazy edger,” Tina’s voice hissed, low and commanding, her hand gripping my shoulder as if she owned me. 

I jolted upright, heart slamming, blinking at her silhouette in the doorway, still in her sleep shorts and tank top, hair tousled, but that dominant gleam in her eyes unmistakable. 

“What the fuck, Tina, it’s the middle of the night,” I groaned, voice thick with sleep and rising dread. 

She didn’t answer, just grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet, her strength surprising for her size. Fun for her, torment for me, that much was clear in her smirk.

“Bedroom door stays open,” Tina ordered, shoving me toward the attached bathroom. “Strip. Now.” 

My face burned, pulse racing as I hesitated, but her stare, sharp, unyielding, cracked my resistance. 

Why the fuck did I obey? 

Some mix of fear, shame, and that sick pull toward her, the incestuous thread binding us tighter with every command. Hands trembling, I peeled off my shirt, then shoved down my boxers, my dick hanging soft and small in the cool air, balls still tender from earlier. She watched, arms crossed, her gaze raking over me like I was nothing. 

“Pathetic. But we’re fixing that bush first. Only real men’s cocks get pubes. Yours is just a little boy’s toy, so no pubes for you.”

She pushed me onto the toilet seat, grabbing my razor and shaving cream from the counter like she owned the place. I sat frozen, legs spread, as she knelt between them, her breath warm on my thighs. The cream was cold, foamy shock against my skin as she slathered it over my pubic hair, her fingers brushing my shaft accidentally-on-purpose, making it twitch and start to harden despite the humiliation. 

“Look at you, getting stiff already,” she mocked, voice dripping filth. “Tiny dick perking up for your big sis.” 

The razor scraped, slow, deliberate, each pass stripping away the hair, exposing smooth, vulnerable skin. I gasped at the tugs, the intimacy of it all, Tina’s face inches from my growing erection, the scent of her shampoo mixing with the sharp cream smell. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks, a twisted affection for her touch, the wrongness of her shaving her little brother’s crotch making my stomach knot even as my dick stiffened fully, thin and aching. Four inches of fury.

Bald now, my groin gleamed under the bathroom light, dick jutting out ridiculous and exposed, balls tight and hairless, everything on display. She rinsed me with a wet cloth, her touch lingering, wiping slow circles around the base that sent sparks up my spine. 

“There. Now it looks even smaller, like a little kid’s prick. Perfect for edging. Let’s go back to your bedroom. I don’t wanna wake up Mom.”

***** 

Back in the bedroom, she pushed me onto the bed, door still cracked open, risky, with Mom down the hall. 

“Stroke it. Slow. Edge for me, bro.” 

I wrapped my fist around my bare shaft, the skin hypersensitive without the hair, every glide slick and intense. Precum beaded quick, my hand pumping tentatively as she perched beside me, eyes locked on my movements.

“Faster, you worthless shrimp-dick,” she whispered, nails trailing my thigh, close enough to my balls to make me flinch. “Build it up, but don’t you dare cum. Imagine trying to fuck with that bald little nub, girls would piss themselves laughing.” 

Her words stabbed deep, humiliation crashing with the building heat, my strokes quickening, dick throbbing hot and desperate. I trembled, breath ragged, the emotional weight pressing down, her control wrapping around our sibling bond like chains, pleasure edged with pain as she leaned in, breath hot on my neck. 

“Edge harder, tiny. Show sis how pathetically you can beg without using words.” 

My hips bucked, need coiling tight, but her gaze held me, promising more torment if I slipped. The words hung in the air, her breath ghosting my skin, and before I could even catch my ragged breaths, Tina’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of my hair. 

“On your knees, you little pervert,” she snarled, yanking me off the bed with a force that made my stomach lurch. 

I tumbled forward, knees hitting the carpet hard, the rough fibers biting into my skin as I scrambled to steady myself. My dick bobbed wildly in front of me, still gripped in my slick fist, throbbing with the denied ache, shaved smooth and exposed like some childish secret laid bare. The room spun for a second, the open door letting in a sliver of hallway light that felt like a spotlight on my humiliation. Anyone could wake up, see their son and brother like this, debased under his sister’s command.

She loomed over me now, her tank top clinging to her curves in the dim light, those sharp nails of hers hovering like threats. Without warning, she reached down, her fingers wrapping around my sore, hairless balls, still tender from earlier, the skin pulled tight and sensitive. 

“Keep stroking that pathetic twig,” she commanded, her voice a low growl that sent shivers racing down my spine. 

Her nails dug in then, sharp points piercing the soft flesh, a burning pain that made me gasp and arch my back. It wasn’t gentle; it was deliberate cruelty, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges, the agony twisting up into my gut like a knife. But fuck, even through the hurt, my dick jerked in my hand, leaking more precum that dribbled down my knuckles, the incestuous wrongness of her touch, my own sister’s hand on my balls, stoking the fire despite the shame flooding my chest.

“Faster, bro. Pump that tiny dick as if you mean it,” Tina ordered, her nails twisting deeper into my balls, rolling them roughly between her fingers. 

The pain shot through me, hot and unrelenting, making my thighs quake as I obeyed, my fist flying up and down my thin shaft now, the hypersensitive skin screaming with every stroke. It twitched desperately under her gaze, the head flushing purple and slick, veins pulsing like it was begging for mercy. 

“Look at it dance for me, your sister’s little plaything, so thin I could snap it with one hand. Bet you’d love that, huh? Cumming from the pain while I laugh at your bald baby balls.” 

Her mockery hit like punches, each word stripping away another layer of my dignity, but the emotional tangle inside me, hatred for how she broke me, twisted love for the only attention that made me feel alive, kept me stroking, hips thrusting into my own grip like a desperate animal.

She sank behind me then, her warm body pressing flush against my back, the heat of her skin seeping through her thin clothes into my naked frame. Her breasts squished soft against my shoulders, nipples hard points I could feel even through the fabric, and her breath came hot on my ear, carrying the faint mint of her toothpaste mixed with something darker, more intimate. 

“That’s it, edge for your big sis, you worthless shrimp-dick,” Tina whispered, her voice dripping with filthy venom, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Imagine if Mom walked in right now, seeing her baby boy on his knees, stroking his ridiculous little prick while I crush these smooth nuts. You’d cum in shame, wouldn’t you? Spill that weak load all over the floor like the family failure you are.” 

The words burrowed deep, shame crashing over me in waves, hot tears pricking my eyes even as the pleasure built unbearably, my dick swelling thicker in my frantic hand, the pain from her nails amplifying every sensation until I was lost in it.

I trembled violently against her, my whole body shaking like a leaf in a storm, caught between the sharp, stabbing pain in my balls and the unbearable need coiling tighter in my core. Her free hand snaked around my waist, nails scraping lightly over my abs before joining mine on my dick, no, not joining, just hovering, threatening to take over. 

“Feel that? Your tiny dick’s twitching like it’s got a mind of its own, desperate for sis’s torture,” Tina murmured, her tongue flicking out to trace my earlobe, the wet heat sending jolts straight to my groin. 

The incest burned in my mind. This was Tina, my sister, the one who’d bandaged my scrapes as a kid, now reduced to this dominant tormentor, her body molded to mine in the dark. Emotion clawed at me: humiliation making me want to curl up and disappear, but the raw intimacy of her closeness, the way she owned every twitch and gasp, twisted it into something addictive, a dark hunger that had me stroking even faster, chasing the edge she’d deny me again.

Tina’s grip tightened then, her nails sinking deeper into my sore balls, the pain exploding white-hot through my nerves as she reveled in her control, a soft, wicked chuckle vibrating against my neck. 

“Closer, little brother, drive that bald dick right to the brink for me,” Tina hissed, squeezing harder, forcing my hand’s rhythm to falter under the onslaught. 

My balls throbbed in her vise, the agony blending seamlessly with the building orgasm, pushing me harder toward that precipice where pleasure and shame collided. I whimpered, low and broken, my free hand clawing at the carpet, the world narrowing to her voice, her touch, the relentless pump of my fist on my twitching shaft. 

She pressed her thigh between my legs, grinding subtly against my inner thigh, her heat a promise of more, more control, more filth, more of this forbidden pull that left me teetering, desperate and utterly hers.

Her thigh ground harder against my inner leg, the friction sending sparks up my spine, but then Tina pulled back just enough to stand, her hands leaving my balls with a final, stinging twist that made me yelp. The sudden absence of pain left my sack throbbing, heavy, and aching, the smooth skin hypersensitive to the cool air in the room. 

I stayed on my knees, panting, my fist still loosely wrapped around my twitching dick, slick with pre-cum that dripped in sticky strings onto the carpet. Shame burned in my cheeks, but the way she’d owned me, my own sister, pressing her body to mine like we were lovers in some twisted nightmare, kept my hips jerking involuntarily, chasing the edge she’d yanked away.

Tina’s eyes locked on mine, dark and gleaming with that merciless amusement, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. “You think that’s all, little bro? Nah, time to earn your keep.” 

She shoved the fabric down her hips in one swift motion, kicking them aside, her panties following right after. The scent hit me first, musky, aroused, filling the room like an accusation. Her bare pussy came into view, lips swollen and glistening, a thin trail of wetness shining on her inner thigh. 

But she didn’t stop there. She yanked her tank top over her head, tossing it onto the bed, her full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard and pink in the dim light. Naked now, her skin flushed, curves soft but commanding, she turned slowly, presenting her ass to me, round, firm, the cheeks parting just enough to reveal the tight, puckered hole nestled between.

My breath caught, heart slamming against my ribs as humiliation crashed over me anew. This was Tina, my sister, married, a mom, standing there, exposed, demanding I degrade myself further. The emotional knot in my gut twisted tighter: disgust at how low I’d sunk, but a filthy hunger gnawing at me, the incestuous thrill making my dick throb harder in my grip. 

“What… Tina, no,” I whispered, voice cracking, but she just laughed, low and cruel, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider with both hands.

“Shut your mouth and get your face in there, you pathetic worm. Lick your sister’s asshole like the desperate slut you are.” 

Her command sliced through me, voice dripping with that verbal venom that made my stomach churn, and my dick leak more. Trembling, I leaned forward on all fours, the carpet rough under my palms, my nose inches from her skin. The smell was intimate, earthy, sweat, and her natural musk, intoxicating in its wrongness. I hesitated, shame flooding my veins like ice, but her hand shot back, grabbing my hair and yanking my head forward until my lips pressed against her tight ring.

“Tongue out, now. Eat it.” 

I obeyed, flattening my tongue against the puckered ass flesh, the taste salty and bitter exploding on my buds as I licked tentatively. Tina moaned, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through her body into mine, her hips grinding back to smother my face. I sucked gently, my tongue probing the rim, circling the hole as she demanded, the humiliation burning hot in my chest. 

My dick jerked untouched now, bobbing between my legs, the edging ache building from the sheer depravity, servicing my sister’s ass on my knees, her moans filling my ears like a drug. Tears pricked my eyes, not just from shame but from the overwhelming intimacy, the way her body responded to me, clenching around my tongue as I delved deeper, lapping at the sensitive skin.

“Fuck yes, that’s it, deeper, you tiny-dicked loser. I had a nice big shit before I came here, so taste it.” 

Her words humiliated me further, each one a slap to my pride, but they fueled the fire, my tongue thrusting in and out of her asshole now, wet and sloppy sounds echoing in the quiet room. She rocked against my face, her cheeks pressing my nose, cutting off my air for seconds at a time, the suffocating heat making my head spin. 

Hatred for her control swelled inside me, but a twisted affection in how she included me in her pleasure, even if it was through degradation. My balls ached, sore and shaved, drawing up tight as the need to stroke overwhelmed me, but I didn’t dare, afraid she’d punish me worse.

After what felt like forever, her hand tightened in my hair, pulling me back with a gasp. Strings of my saliva connected my lips to her glistening hole, and she turned, smirking down at me, her pussy now inches from my mouth, dripping, folds parted and slick. 

“Good boy. Now eat this pussy. Make me cum on your worthless face.” 

She pushed me down flat on my back, the carpet scratching my skin, then straddled my head, lowering her wet heat onto my mouth. I buried my face in her, tongue diving into the hot, velvety folds, tasting her tangy arousal as it coated my chin and cheeks. She ground down hard, hips rolling, her clit bumping my nose with each thrust.

I lapped desperately, sucking her lips, probing deep into her dripping core, the sounds obscene, wet smacks, and her building moans. “Suck it harder, bro, your tongue and mouth are all you’ve got when it comes to sex.  That tiny dick of yours could never make a girl cum. So use your mouth instead like a bitch.” 

Her verbal barbs stung, amplifying the shame as I obeyed, my hands gripping her thighs, feeling the muscles tense under my fingers. The emotional weight hit me: this was incest, pure and raw, her juices flooding my mouth while my dick throbbed untouched, leaking steadily onto my stomach. 

Pleasure for her twisted with my humiliation, her body shuddering above me, breath coming in sharp gasps. But she didn’t let me stop, riding my face relentlessly, her nails scraping my scalp as she chased her release, leaving me drowning in her scent, her taste, the unbreakable hold she had on my shattered will.

Tina’s thighs clamped around my head like a vice, her weight pinning me to the carpet as she rode my face with ruthless abandon. Her pussy juices smeared across my lips and chin, the tangy flood overwhelming my senses, mixing with the salty remnants of her asshole still lingering on my tongue. 

I gasped for air between desperate laps, my tongue plunging into her slick heat, swirling around the velvety walls that clenched greedily. Shame twisted in my gut. This was my sister, her married body grinding on my mouth like I was nothing but a toy for her pleasure. Still, the desire burned hotter, my dick twitching painfully between my legs, untouched and leaking pre-cum in pathetic dribbles. 

The emotional storm raged: revulsion at the incestuous wrongness, yet an aching need to make her moan, to prove I could please her despite my tiny, worthless dick.

She shifted suddenly, her hips lifting just enough to slide her ass back over my face, the tight pucker hovering above my mouth before pressing down firmly. “Back to where you belong, little bro, lick that asshole clean while I decide if your tongue’s worth keeping around.” 

Her voice was a husky command, laced with that cruel amusement that made my stomach flip. I trembled beneath her, hands gripping her ass cheeks instinctively, spreading them wider as my tongue darted out to trace the puckered ring again. 

The taste hit me fresh, musky, bitter, mingled with her arousal dripping down from her pussy, coating the sensitive skin. I sucked eagerly now, despite the humiliation flooding my cheeks, my lips sealing around the hole as I probed deeper, tongue fucking the tight entrance with sloppy, wet thrusts.

“Fuck, yeah, taste my dirty asshole, you disgusting perv. Your sister’s asshole all over your face, and look at that tiny dick of yours twitching like it wants to burst.” 

Tina ground her hips harder, smothering me completely, her cheeks enveloping my nose and mouth in hot, suffocating flesh. I could barely breathe, the earthy scent filling my lungs, but I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, the shame only fueling the frantic rhythm of my tongue circling and delving. 

My balls ached fiercely, shaved smooth and still sore from her earlier nails, drawing up tight as desire clawed at me. Emotion choked me: hatred for how she’d broken me, but a twisted intimacy in serving her this way, her moans vibrating through her body into mine like shared secrets.

She rocked forward again, dragging her dripping pussy over my mouth, the transition seamless and demanding. “Now worship this cunt properly, suck it like your life’s depending on it, because with that pathetic little nub between your legs, it just might.” 

Her order sliced through the haze, mocking my twitching dick that bobbed desperately below, precum pooling on my stomach. I obeyed instantly, tongue flattening against her swollen folds, lapping from her clit down to her entrance, the fishy juices gushing onto my tongue in hot spurts. She pressed down harder, grinding her clit against my nose, her moans turning sharper, more urgent. 

“Faster, rougher, flick that tongue like the eager slut you are. Feel those sore balls of yours? They’re mine to ruin while you eat me out.”

Humiliation burned through me like fire, her words hitting every insecure nerve. Still, I licked frantically, tongue flicking her wet folds with rough, insistent strokes, sucking her clit between my lips and humming vibrations into it. 

The sounds were obscene, wet slurps and smacks echoing as her arousal coated my face, dripping down my neck. My dick jerked untouched, the edging ache building to agony, every twitch a reminder of my shaved, vulnerable sack throbbing in the cool air. 

Desire warred with the shame. I wanted to please Tina, to drown in this forbidden connection, even as tears of embarrassment stung my eyes. Her thighs quivered around my head, nails scraping my scalp as she pulled my hair, forcing my tongue deeper into her clenching pussy.

Tina smirked down at me. I could feel it in the way her body tensed, triumphant, her voice dropping low and cruel, breath hot against the muffled air. “Keep licking and sucking harder, bro. Don’t you dare slow down, or I’ll make those balls hurt worse than they already do. Imagine Mom walking in right now, seeing her baby boy tongue-fucking his sister’s cunt, your tiny dick leaking like a faucet.” 

She laughed softly, the sound vibrating through her core onto my mouth, intensifying the emotional knife twist: the risk, the degradation, the unbreakable pull she had on me. I sucked harder, tongue thrusting roughly into her dripping hole, lapping at the walls as she ground down, her moans building to a fever pitch. 

My body trembled violently, caught in the storm of her control, pain from my sore balls radiating up, shame flooding my mind, but the raw need to make her cum overriding it all, my hips bucking uselessly against nothing. Her juices flowed freer now, tangy and thick, filling my mouth as I swallowed greedily, desperate to prove my worth despite the verbal lashes. 

“That’s it, rougher, you worthless edge-boy. Your dick’s twitching so bad, bet those shaved nuts are screaming for a stroke, huh? Too bad you’re busy being my personal pussy-licker.” 

The mockery stung deep, amplifying the humiliation as I flicked my tongue faster over her clit, sucking it hard while probing her folds. Emotion surged: a sick affection for her dominance, the way she wove pain and pleasure into this incestuous nightmare, leaving me shattered and craving more. Tina shuddered above me, hips rolling wildly. Still, she held back her release, drawing out my torment, her nails digging into my shoulders as she commanded every frantic stroke.

Tina’s command hung in the air like a whip crack, her body shifting again with that predatory grace, sliding her ass back over my face until the tight, puckered ring pressed insistently against my lips. The musky scent enveloped me, thick and intoxicating, her arousal dripping down to coat the sensitive skin as I parted my lips wider. Shame clawed at my chest. 

This was my sister’s asshole, forbidden and filthy. Yet, my tongue flicked out desperately, tracing the wrinkled edges before plunging inside with a wet, probing thrust. I licked frantically now, sucking the tight hole with sloppy urgency, the bitter taste exploding on my tongue mixed with the tangy flood from her pussy above. 

Her cheeks clenched around my face, smothering me in hot flesh, and I gasped into her, my breath ragged against the invading intimacy. She ground down harder, her hips rolling in a brutal rhythm that forced my tongue deeper, the pressure making my jaw ache as I worshiped her relentlessly. 

“That’s right, you little shit, tongue-fuck your sister’s asshole like the desperate perv you are,” Tina hissed, her voice dripping with cruel delight. 

One hand snaked down between her thighs, but instead of touching herself, her sharp nails found my sore, shaved balls, raking across the tender skin in a stinging drag that made me jolt beneath her. 

Pain shot through me like lightning, my body arching involuntarily. Still, it only drove my tongue rougher, swirling and sucking harder around her puckered entrance. The humiliation burned hot in my veins, knowing she could feel every tremble of my submission, every eager lap that betrayed how much I craved this degradation despite the tears pricking my eyes.

My dick twitched wildly below, untouched and throbbing, the tiny shaft leaking a steady stream of precum that pooled sticky on my stomach. It jerked with every grind of her ass, desperate for friction, but the edging torment from earlier left it hypersensitive, every pulse a mix of agony and need. 

Emotion twisted inside me, revulsion at the incestuous wrongness, the way her married body dominated mine like this, yet a sick pull toward her, this twisted bond where her cruelty made me feel alive, seen in my most pathetic state. 

Her nails raked again, sharper this time, scraping the smooth, vulnerable sack and sending fresh waves of fire radiating up my groin. I whimpered into her asshole, the sound muffled and pathetic, but I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, my tongue delving deeper, fucking the tight ring with frantic, wet thrusts that made obscene slurping noises echo in the room.

“Look at that pathetic twitching down there, your tiny dick’s begging for it, isn’t it? Leaking like a broken faucet while you eat my ass,” Tina mocked, her laughter low and vicious, vibrating through her body onto my mouth. 

She ground even harder, her weight pinning me fully now, the grinding motion smothering my nose in her cheeks as her nails dug deeper into my aching balls, twisting just enough to make me cry out against her skin. Pain and pleasure clashed violently inside me, the sharp sting in my sack amplifying the heat building in my core, my hips bucking uselessly against the air as desire overrode the humiliation. 

I felt exposed, raw, my shaved balls so sensitive under her assault, every rake pulling a gasp from my throat that only fueled her taunts. 

“Suck harder, faster, relentless, bro. Make my asshole clench around that worthless tongue of yours, or I’ll rake these sore nuts until you scream.”

I obeyed frantically, my lips sealing tighter around her puckered hole, sucking with desperate force as my tongue plunged rougher, faster, lapping at the inner walls with sloppy, insistent strokes. The taste overwhelmed me, salty, musky, laced with her dripping arousal that trickled down to mix on my chin. Still, I chased it, probing deeper despite the burning shame flooding my face. 

Her nails dug in deeper still, nails biting into the tender flesh of my balls, rolling them roughly in her grip as she raked again, the pain blooming into a throbbing heat that made my vision blur. It hurt so bad, yet it twisted the pleasure higher, my dick jerking violently, precum spurting in weak dribbles as the edging ache screamed for release.

Internal war raged: hatred for how she’d reduced me to this, tongue buried in my sister’s ass while she tortured my balls, but an undeniable intimacy in the way she controlled every sensation, drawing out my submission like a dark confession.

Tina’s grinding intensified, her hips bucking wildly now, pressing her ass down with crushing force that left me dizzy from lack of air. The friction against my face was relentless, her cheeks sliding over my nose and mouth, forcing my tongue to follow her rhythm, deeper, faster, sucking her tight asshole with everything I had. 

Nails raked my sore balls in punishing drags, each one sending jolts of agony that clashed with the building ecstasy, pushing me to the edge of unbearable shame and pleasure. I trembled beneath her, body shaking with the overload, my mind fracturing under the weight of it all: the incestuous filth, the verbal lashes that stripped me bare, the physical torment that made my tiny dick throb so desperately it hurt. 

“Fuck, yes, keep sucking, you edging slut. Feel those balls screaming? That’s me owning you, bro. Your sister’s nails are ruining your pathetic sack while you worship my dirty asshole.” 

Her words sliced deep, amplifying the humiliation as tears mixed with her juices on my face. Still, I licked harder, tongue thrusting roughly into her clenching ring, desperate to push her over the edge even as mine frayed.

The pain in my balls radiated hot and fierce, her nails digging in with cruel precision, twisting the smooth skin until I bucked and moaned into her ass. Pleasure surged in waves, crashing against the shame, wanting her approval, her moans, even as degradation choked me. 

She rocked faster, grinding her asshole against my frantic tongue, the intensity building to a fever that left me gasping, teetering on the brink where humiliation and lust blurred into one consuming fire. 

My dick twitched uncontrollably, leaking more, the denied orgasm hovering just out of reach, her control absolute as she drew out every tortured second.

Tina’s body tensed above me, her thighs quivering as she ground her ass down one final time, smothering my face in the hot, clenching heat of her cheeks. My tongue plunged deep into her tight asshole, swirling frantically around the puckered walls, tasting the musky bitterness mixed with the slick drip of her arousal that coated my chin and lips. 

The sharp sting from her nails raking my shaved balls sent fresh bolts of pain shooting up my groin, making my tiny dick jerk wildly below, throbbing with the desperate need to explode. I could feel the orgasm building in my core, a tight coil ready to snap, my hand stroking the thin shaft faster despite the ache in my sore sack, every pump slick with precum, the edging torment from before amplifying every sensation until I was lost in the haze of humiliation and lust.

Her moans turned ragged, breath hitching as her hips bucked violently, grinding her asshole against my sucking mouth with brutal force. “Fuck, yes, tongue that dirty asshole deeper, you pathetic little brother! Make your sister cum on your worthless face!” Tina snarled, her voice cracking with raw pleasure. 

The incestuous wrongness twisted in my gut, this married woman, my own sister, using me like this, her sharp nails digging deeper into my aching balls, rolling them roughly in her grip until tears streamed down my cheeks. 

But the emotional pull was there too, a sick intimacy in her dominance, the way her body responded to my submission, making me feel needed, even as shame burned through me like acid. I sucked harder, tongue thrusting rough and relentless into her clenching ring, the obscene wet sounds filling the room as her arousal flooded my mouth.

Suddenly, Tina’s entire body seized, her ass cheeks clamping tight around my face as she came hard. A guttural cry ripped from her throat, her hips jerking wildly, bucking against my mouth in shuddering waves that shook her from head to toe. Hot juices gushed from her pussy, dripping down to soak my tongue still buried in her asshole, the tangy flood overwhelming the bitter taste as she rode out the climax. 

Her nails bit into my balls with punishing force, twisting the tender skin until pain exploded through me. Still, it only heightened the frenzy, my dick twitching violently in my fist, the orgasm crashing toward me like a tidal wave. I was so close, the pressure building unbearably, my thin shaft pulsing with the promise of release after all the edging agony.

But just as the first spasm hit, Tina’s hand shot down, shoving mine away from my dick with a cruel slap. 

“No, you don’t get to cum, little dick edger,” Tina growled, her voice husky from her orgasm but laced with vicious amusement. 

I gasped against her ass, my hand yanked free, leaving my tiny dick exposed and throbbing helplessly in the air. It jerked once, twice, the tip flaring red as pre-cum beaded heavily, but without friction, the build-up shattered into nothing. 

A weak spurt of cum dribbled out, thin, pathetic ropes that splattered uselessly on my stomach, no real pleasure following, just a hollow ache that left me panting and frustrated. The ruined orgasm hit me like a gut punch, the denied ecstasy twisting into blue-balled torment, my balls throbbing sore under the ghost of her nails.

Tina lifted off my face slowly, her ass cheeks peeling away with a wet smack, leaving me gasping for air, my lips swollen and slick with her taste. She turned, straddling my chest now, her dripping pussy hovering inches from my chin, the scent of her cum thick and heady. Her eyes gleamed with merciless delight as she watched my dick soften, the tiny shaft deflating into a limp stub, dead and spent without satisfaction. 

“Oh my God, look at that sad little thing, twitching and spurting like a broken toy, but no real orgasm for the tiny-dicked loser,” Tina laughed cruelly, the sound cutting deep into my chest. 

Humiliation flooded me, hot and choking; this was my sister mocking my most vulnerable moment, her body still flushed from the orgasm I’d given her with my tongue in her ass. At the same time, I lay there frustrated and empty, the emotional bond we shared warped into this degrading power play.

I whimpered, my body trembling from the overload, pain in my raked balls, the bitter aftertaste of her asshole on my tongue, the ache of another ruined climax gnawing at my core. “Please, Tina… It hurts so much,” I begged softly, voice cracking with the mix of shame and desperate need, tears blurring my vision. 

But she just smirked, sliding off me to stand beside the bed, her naked body glistening with sweat, curves I shouldn’t crave but did, the incestuous pull making my soft dick twitch feebly despite everything.

She dressed leisurely, pulling on her sleep shorts first, the fabric sliding over her still-wet pussy with deliberate slowness, then her tank top, ignoring my pathetic state. 

“A little dick edger like you only deserves blue balls, bro. Keep that tiny thing frustrated, maybe it’ll grow if you stop being such a joke.” 

Her words sliced like knives, verbal humiliation wrapping around the physical torment, leaving me curled, cheeks burning as frustration boiled inside. The intimacy of her touch lingered, a twisted connection that made the rejection sting deeper, knowing she’d used me for her pleasure and left me shattered.

With a final mocking laugh, Tina turned and sauntered out, the door clicking shut behind her. I lay there alone, staring at the ceiling, my sore balls throbbing, the weak dribble of cum cooling on my skin. 

The house was quiet now, but my mind raced with the echo of her commands, the taste of her ass and pussy on my lips, the frustration coiling tight, wondering if she’d come back for more, or if this was just the start of her endless control.

I tried to jerk off to get the release I so craved, but it was useless. 

My dick was, for now, dead. 

Nothing would rouse it to life. 

I felt the useless little thing in my fingers, and for the first time in my life, I felt—small.

To Be Continued…

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