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

Sol had expected her to struggle, expected her to not understand, and he gently withdrew his cock and let go of her hair. with a knowing and loving smile he moved from the bed and out of her sight for a moment. When he came back he was holding a pair of sewing shears. Please, little Butterfly, hold still. I do not wish to harm you and new clothes can always be purchased, yes? he told her and set to work. The shirt was the easiest to remove, drawing a line up the back and the sleeves he wrenched it away, tossing it aside. The bra took a few snips, across the right straps and the garment fell away, also tossed to the side and now baring his sister's lovely breasts. Bending to her he placed a kiss on her side, right above where her kidney would be, and then she would feel the cold blade at the bottom of one glute, the tearing of fabric as the tempered steel slid through it like butter and then again on the other side, the shorts she was wearing falling away. Lastly, the most desired of garments by men in Asia, or so Sol had heard - her panties. Snippety-snip, snippety-snip. Soon his sister was bared to him, her virginal teenage pussy peeking out from beneath the fine smooth cheeks of her ass. Sofia would hear the slight sound of the shears being put back and Sol would once more come to talk to her, even if she didn't get it just yet, eventually his words would sink in. I can understand your reluctance. I truly can. After all, this is your first time with a man. I know. I've had you watched. I've actually had you watched a long time. I suppose I should apologize, but I won't. It was all for your own good. I suppose I should apologize too, for making you taste me before I ever really, you know, let you see what it feels like for yourself. I can remedy that. Sol once more was out of sight and he checked the restraints just to make sure as he moved onto the bed behind her. The custom-built frame and mattress were large. Large enough for several people, and even with her restrained upon it, there was room for him behind her. Room too for Ruthie and even another after that, the leather straps drawn though those custom grooves and then ratcheted taut. Sol stroked his beard and regarded his struggling sibling. With a sigh he ran his hands up the backs of her thighs and to her strong firm ass. Sofia was quite the athlete as well and her tone firm body was now on display for him. With a firm hand he spread her cheeks, the little star-puckered hole his destination as he bent to lave his tongue over that tiny dot, massaging the enormous numbers of nerve endings there with his tongue. Over and over he licked her, then shifted slightly as he allowed his tongue to dip into her soft tan cunt. All the while he waited for her reactions and relished as she bucked against him, whether from pleasure or frustration, fear or a combnation of it all. Smiling, he kept her cheeks spread, her pussy exposed and that lovely little rosebud wet. The tongue of Sofia's brother prodded and poked at her backdoor, a hum of pleasure from him as he did so, vibrating along his tongue as he attempted, over and over, to push the tip into her ass. It was tight, extremely so, and so Sol switched his tactics. Flipping to his back he laid beneath her and lifted her up to lap eagerly at her virgin snatch. His tongue plaied apart her labia to delve into her pink folds. the rough surface of his tongue rubbed along her inner walls, those small inner lips, and against her wildly pulsing clit - matching her heartbeat. Relax. he told her, taking his time, being thorough. His tongue danced and played along her inner thighs and her smoothly waxed quim, pressing into her and along her, flicking and teasing, until his lips sealed around that soft nub of flesh at the apex of her slit and he sucked on her clit.