Thread: Family Wanderings - A Brother's Onus ([Haru and fuamnach])

Her brother slipped his cock from her mouth, relinquish control of her hair, then stepped away from the bed, out of site. Sofia's whimpering trailed off into short, hurried breaths, and she yanked against the restraints on her arms, her wrists craning at painful angles to give her fingertips a chance to unlatch the cuffs. She knew it was hopeless. She knew any attempt to escape would end badly. Still, some primal, instinctual drive for survival wouldn't let her give up. And then she saw the sewing shears. Sofia screamed then, louder and longer than she'd ever screamed in her life, struggling so violently against the restraints that it shook the entire bed. Sol urged her to be still, and she started sobbing again, buried her face in the bed, the muscles of her arms and legs and back visibly straining beneath her skin. She felt the trail of dull steel run up her spine, the warm air of the room prickling against her bare skin. The burn against her nipples as the lace bra was tugged from under her. Focus on something else. Anything else. He said he didn't want to hurt her. How could he mean it? Wasn't he hurting her now? Except....except his tone. It wasn't mean or threatening. It was loving, kind, almost sweet. He'd touched her gently. Any of the pain she felt in her wrists and ankles and throat was due to her own struggling. And hadn't he always protected her before? From racist school bullies, from their fault-seeking parents, even from his own biological sister? Hadn't he shielded her, taken so many of life's brutal hits, just to keep her safe and innocent and good? He'd always been her defender. He'd always saved her before.... Though it didn't change the situation, remembering who Sol was gave her hope. And so when he cut off her shorts, she managed to wrangle some calm. He pulled the sliced remains of her panties from between her legs, and Sofia jumped, yelped, when the crotch-strip caught clit. Despite the friction, her breathing became more regular, her sobs dwindling to shy whimpers. She felt him leave again, heard the sound of the shears being tucked away, and there was a tense, fearful moment when she realized that she was spread, her entire body full exposed. It was the first time she'd ever been in this position. And some part of it almost felt....good. He started to speak, acknowledging her reluctance, admitting that he'd been watching her, that he'd had her followed. Always looking out for her, even when he couldn't be there himself. For her own good. He was always acting in her best interests, because he was her brother and he loved her. He apologized for making her taste him, and something in his tone made Sofia feel bad. As if she'd hurt him, disappointed him. She turned her head back over her shoulder, hummed something that sounded like his name. She wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault. That he'd scared her. That she misunderstood. But she was starting to understand him. She wanted to understand him. He left again, and her head swiveled frantically on her neck as she tried to place him in the room. Suddenly, she felt his hands run up the back of her thighs, grab her ass, his thumbs reaching into a place where no one had ever touched before. Then he spread her open, and Sofia squirmed, whimpered loudly, pulling her hips up as she tried to get away. Her brother was unrelenting, and with a firm hold on her cheeks, his tongue massaged her asshole, licking, probing, then diving deeper and sinking into her cunt. The tempo of her breath was staccato and rigid, but that fear intermingled with a few quick but pleasured moans. His mouth suddenly left her, and for a fraction of a second, she was surprised by his absence, ashamed that she didn't want him to stop. The mattress shifted, her hips were lifted into the air, and like that, he was licking her again, only this time with much freer access. His tongue shot up inside of her, cleaning her, impaling her, and at his command to relax, Sofia closed her eyes, forced the tension from her muscles, let him have his way. His mouth teased the inside of her thighs, the lips of her hairless pussy, and after long minutes spent exploring her, playing with her, his attention fell to her clit. The little bud was swollen and tender, and when her brother's tongue touched it, Sofia yelped again, bounced on his face. She tried to say his name, her wrists bucking against the restraints as she instinctively moved to touch him. In an expression of shame and guilt, her ass squirmed in an attempt to get away, though this time it was weak. Her fear of the situation still lingered, but she was no longer afraid of Sol. Now, she was confused by how much she was enjoying this. Felt guilty about wanting more. As usual, her brother wouldn't let her linger on the negative. Almost as soon as she pulled up, he drew her back in, the tip of his tongue gently flicking her clit, then sucking on it. He nudged it with his nose, then rubbed it with the flat of his tongue, quickly but gingerly, a sensitive and agonizing tease. Despite herself, Sofia pressed her hips against his face, driving her cunt harder against him, her pussy against his chin, and as the pressure increased, she moaned lightly, her fingers coiling tight in the coverlet. Her hips rose up again, but this time not to get away. Now, she was inexpertly fucking his face. Her brother's arms wrapped around her legs, and she felt his fingers brushing lightly against her engorged lips, tickling against her wet slit. He was toying with her, teasing her, pushing all the right buttons on her body so that her mind wouldn't object. As his fingers teased the outside of her pulsing cunt, the pad of one thumb brushed against her asshole, still wet from his mouth. With a soft, pleading whimper, Sofia wriggled back a bit, letting him know she liked it.