Anger, but barely

“I am stopping my stepsister from getting gang-banged by three niggers in the middle of nowhere!” He yelled at her, his anger momentarily drowning the lust inspired by her naked body. “That’s what I am doing here, Selena.”

“You can’t say the N-word.” She told him in mock indignation. Her hands were on her hips, no longer obstructing his view of her cherry-red nipples and her smoothly shaved pussy. Obviously her momentary bout of modesty had completely passed.

“I can when three of them are gang-banging my **** stepsister!” Dan spat back while simultaneously carefully avoiding staring openly at her nibble body.

“Wow, they fucked me so hard that I must’ve passed out.” Selena said with a shrug as she got up and entered the small shower cabin. “They have decided to continue their fun regardless.”

“Is this all you have to say?” Dan was incredulous at her blasé attitude. Had she changed that much from the seventeen-year old that used to hug him excitedly when he came home from college? Still, he knew someone who still inspired fear in Selena Gomez. “I wonder what your mother will say when I tell her what a slut her daughter is?”

“No, you can’t tell her! She’ll ground me till I’m thirty!” The sexy young Latina bolted out of the shower with the water still dripping off her tight body.

“Do you really expect me to leave your behavior without consequences?” Dan asked, satisfied by the fear in her eyes. Selena looked around feverishly in search of an answer.

“Can’t you punish me yourself?” She grabbed his hand pleadingly, pulling it only centimeters away from her wet breasts. The air was cooling the water drops and hardening her nipples.

“I suppose I could, but you’ll owe me.” He told her, his brotherly feelings getting weaker by the minute.