Amy was thinking this, while trembling with fear and anticipation, when she unexpectedly felt his stiff, hot cock brush against the left side of her ass cheek. She couldn't entirely stop the squeal that rushed out of her mouth. She cut it off by biting her lip as Danny gently brushed his cock across her entire ass, from side to side, as if tickling her gently with a huge, hot, hard feather.
That torment lasted only a moment before he settled his long cock into the crack of her ass. Once there, it slipped forward and back, smoothly dry fucking her. She eagerly clenched her ass cheeks together, trying to squeeze and hold him and pleasure him as much as she could.
For fun, she taunted him again.
"Don't fuck me, Danny. Please don't fuck me. Not your sister. Not with my baby brother's cock."
In response, Danny pressed his cock hard against her. She felt his hard stomach muscles and hips crushing her ass, with the pressure of his flaming cock between them. It felt massive now, bigger than it had ever looked. She knew it was her imagination, but in her head she saw her brother's cock as the biggest, most desirable thing she'd ever seen.
"You little slut, Amy. You want it. You're not fooling anyone. You desperately want to feel your brother's cock inside you."
"No, Danny, no I don't. Please, please let me go. Please don't fuck me."
Danny laughed at her again, as he took his cock away. Amy gripped the edge of the table, waiting for long, agonizing moments without his touch, or even a sound. She felt as if she'd been abandoned.
His cock touched her again, on the outside of her right hip. From there, he slid it gently down her leg, stroking her. He moved it again, to the inside of her right thigh up just below her burning cunt. She thought about how wet she was. She thought about how close his cock was to entering her, when he slipped it down the inside of her leg, and then the contact was gone.
Amy moaned loudly in disappointment.
"So you want me to leave you alone?" Danny asked. His voice was hard and angry.
"No," Amy said reflexively, then caught herself. "Yes, yes, leave me alone, Danny. Don't make me fuck you. Don't make me feel my brother's sinful cock anymore."
In mid sentence, Amy felt her brother's tongue touch the folds of skin that covered her clitoris. She wailed at the sudden, unexpected sensation.
* * *
After that one, quick flick, Dan hesitated a moment, there on his knees behind her, to study his sister's beautiful, irresistible slit up close. He looked at her bulging vulva, with cunt lips that curled like waves, spread invitingly to reveal the wet, pink heaven beneath them.
He slipped his tongue in, just the very tip, letting it taste her, before tracing the length of her slit down, from the end closest to her anus toward her clitoris. Once there, his tongue artfully separated the folds of skin until it found the button of her clitoris, where it swirled and tickled and tormented her. Amy immediately began to squeal and whimper at his tongue's forays, and he couldn't stop himself from grinning into her sweet tasting cunt.
"Oh, Danny. Oh, Danny, darling Danny, sweet, darling Danny."
That was the beginning of a long, barely changing song from Amy, a high pitched, squealing, chorus of love and lust and longing for her brother. Dan took his time with her, as much time as he could bring himself to endure, as his cock screamed at him to do something completely different. Still, as long as she squealed and sang to him, he thought he could never stop.
* * *
Danny's tongue was like a wicked sorcerer's wand, magically sucking Amy's life and soul out of her body through her clitoris. Her brother's tongue was like nothing she'd ever felt, and her passion increased ten fold with that thought. Her brother was enjoying her cunt, and pleasing her, like no other man ever could or would.
Amy felt herself drawing closer and closer to orgasm. She knew it could come at any moment, that she was losing control and that when it hit her, when she was pushed over the edge, she was going to lose her mind. As delightful as it was, before that happened she needed something else from him, something more.
"Fuck me now, Danny. Please, please, dear brother, darling brother, fuck me now. Teach your sister to love your cock now. Teach my cunt to love your cock like I love your tongue."
In response, Danny drove his tongue deep into the crevice of her cunt. His tongue marauded through her, like an evil snake searching for something, hunting for something to devour, or to torture. For herself, Amy responded by driving her cunt back into his face and onto his tongue. She could move a lot, despite the bonds, and she took advantage of that bit of freedom, grinding her ass and her cunt against her brother's face with utterly wicked, sinful abandon.
And then he was gone.
Amy grabbed the edges of the table more tightly. She continued to rotate her ass, searching for him. Half of her wanted his talented tongue back on her aching clitoris. She was so close to orgasm, she felt that one more touch from him would send her mind spinning into space, never to return. Yet another part of her thought that now he would finally, gratefully, and perfectly enter her. Now he was going to fuck her.
She listened in frightful disappointment as he walked around the table. Amy opened her eyes to admire his hard muscled, athletic body as he moved. He slipped along with the grace of a lion, and with the same obvious, strong rippling movements of his sinews. She admired the folds between his abdominal muscles, and the dramatic, powerful "v" shape of his frame where it spread up from his strong thighs and hips to broad, rounded shoulders and arms above a chest accented with more taught muscles.
Then he stood before her. Right before her eyes, just inches from her extended arms and hands, his cock hovered, her brother's cock, the cock she'd longed for and dreamed of for months now. It was right there, just out of reach.
* * *
"Is this what you want, Sis?" he asked her.
Dan stared at her face, almost immobilized by the look of total, unrestrained lust in his sister's eyes. She stared at his cock the same way, unable to take her eyes off of it.
"Answer me. Is this what you want?" he demanded.
She glanced up at him then, briefly, only to quickly bring her smoldering gaze back down to his cock.
"Yes," she whispered. She looked up at him again, a little frightened, like a child looking to a teacher for praise, to see if she'd answered correctly.
"Yes," she repeated, more firmly. "That's what I want. My brother's sweet cock."
Dan eased himself forward, guiding his cock into her bound, waiting hands. Her fingers quickly enveloped it, gently dancing over its taught skin with feather touches, just as he'd tormented her with his lips when she had been bound to the door.
Dan closed his eyes as he rocked back and forth, sliding his cock gracefully through her fingertips, fucking her hand much like he soon intended to fuck his sister's sweet cunt. Her touch was painfully delicate, as ghostly as the kisses he'd once bathed her in. Despite that, or maybe because of it, he felt the cum quickly building in his balls and his cock. The unexpected sensation made him snap his eyes open, as he began the tormenting struggle of fighting it back, of making himself last, both for her and for him.
She was looking up at him, a hungry, submissive angel, looking for acceptance and praise. He continued to gently slide his cock back and forth in her loving hands as they held each other's gaze. She was so beautiful, a perfect, cover girl face, with a wide, full, perfect mouth, now seductively parted in a posture of unconscious lust. Her sea green eyes were expressively showing her longing for him. Her straight blonde hair fell on her shoulders, with a few locks scattered helter-skelter across her face, across her eyes and the side of her nose.
For a moment, Dan let his imagination fly. He watched his cock slipping through her hands, then imagined it slipping into his gorgeous sister's precious mouth, or better yet coming then, showering her face and lips with a beautiful rain that would mark her as his forever.
The image brought Dan so close to losing control that he jerked himself away, out of her grip. Still, he relished the look of fear and panic it immediately brought to Amy's face, as her eyes darted from his cock to his eyes and back again, showing him what she wanted.
"Please, Danny, just a little more. Please?" she pleaded. Her voice had raised a few octaves above normal, exposing her excitement to him. Every word was said in a cute little girl soprano, the voice of a wanton slut.
"Please, Danny, put it in my hands. Put your hot cock in your sister's loving hands."
* * *
Danny grinned at her, ignoring her pleas, and for maybe the first time in her entire life, Danny's smile didn't make Amy melt. Instead she grew angry, frustrated that he'd taken his cock away, like a child grown suddenly vicious when a parent takes away a favorite toy. She let her anger show in her voice. She strained against the black bonds that cruelly held her hands in check.
