"Finger yourself..."

"Why are you dripping like a little whore, Beth?" Kyle's hot breath was right in her ear, and she moaned softly.
{if Shame < 50
}"Because...that's what I am..."
"Show me."
{else
}"I don't know, sir..." her voice was whiny and ****. "Please help me..."{endif
} Kyle pulled her upright and frog marched to the living room before pushing her roughly onto the couch. Beth winced at the pain in her backside as he rolled her onto it, spreading her knees wide.
"Well? Get to it." He nodded towards her vagina. His own hand was slipped inside his waistband, and he was clearly gripping his cock. His tone left no room for argument{if Shame < 50
}, not that she wanted to argue anyway. {else
}.{endif
}

As Beth worked herself furiously, Kyle pulled out his cock and began to stroke it slowly. Beth tried not to lick her lips. He's big... Kyle was noticeably bigger than his older brother, and he didn't even seem to be fully erect. "{if Shame < 50
}"Fuck...that's a big fat cock..."
"Oh yeah?" Kyle stepped closer, bringing that big thing within reach of her free hand. "You want this?"
"Yes, sir...I want your big fat cock..." {else
}"Oh, wow..." she whispered.
"You look impressed..." Kyle stepped within reach of her free hand, still stroking.
"Yes, sir. Very impressed..."{endif
}
Beth reached for it with her free hand, working even faster with her other one. Kyle moved quicker than a snake: he gripped her wrist painfully, wrenching her arm over her head.
"You do not touch without permission..." his voice was calm. Deadly calm. Oh fuuuuuck that's so hot... In that moment, Beth would do anything for that permission.
"Why have you stopped?" A hint of annoyance in that otherwise calm voice filled her with alarm.
"Sorry, sir..." she resumed her work. White foam was forming around her fingers, and a wet spot was forming on the couch cushion beneath her. Beth's red ass was on fire, and the pain only made her even more aroused. "May I please.... touch it?"
"No, you may not." He was stroking intently now, and she thought his cock had reached it's full potential. It was at least and inch and a half bigger than Brian's. Girthier, too, though it was hard to tell how much. If he stuck it in me, I'd be able to tell how much... Beth gave an involuntary whine at his denial of permission.
The smack of his open palm against her cheek shocked her. Her vision danced with white spots.
"Whining is not acceptable."
Tears came unbidden, rolling down her cheeks at the pain of the slap. But she nodded. "Y-y-yes, s-s-ir..."
"I'll tell you what, my little cheating slut." Kyle spit on his hand, working his cock with intention. "I'll make you a deal. If you can get yourself off before I do, I'll let you touch my cock. Hell, I'll even let you put it in your mouth." Beth gave a little squeak at the thought. "But if not...well, not only are you not going to get to touch it, you're going to stop masturbating. No release for you. You get to go to bed frustrated." He grinned. "And probably covered in cum." Kyle looked at her with evil in his eyes. "Is this agreeable, slut?"
"Yes! Yes." The words were out of her mouth in an instant.
"Shhh!" Kyle raised a hand as if to slap her again. "Keep quiet you dumb whore. And don't try faking anything. I'll know." His eyes left her no doubt that he would be able to tell.