He teases and denies her

Ben grinned wickedly and put his hand in Izzy’s damp hair, pushing her to her knees. She eagerly obliged, eyes locked on his waist. He took his other hand down from the doorframe, and slid it into his towel, fiddling with himself. The hand emerged a moment later, a web of glossy precum stretching between his fingers.

“Is this what you want, little slut?”, he teased, deliberately holding those fingers out of her reach. Izzy shuddered, and a ****, keening whine escaped her throat. Her nose shook with cute little sniffs, hoping to get a whiff of the precum’s stench, but only a little filtered its way down to her.

“Come on!”, she whimpered. “You know the answer’s yes! Don’t make me jump through hoops!”

“Aww, but I like watching you jump through hoops”, he taunted. “You make such a good little circus animal. An animal in heat...”

Relenting, Izzy begged, “Pleasepleaseplease! Even just a little!”

Ben smirked, then let his slime-coated fingertips drift down toward Izzy, slowly, slowly. The smell got more clear, more noticeable. Izzy’s pussy went crazy: dripping and streaming with anticipation. His finger was an inch away; a centimeter away! It was about to touch her! She could smell it! Her pussy started to clench, on the verge of cumming. She… she—

He pulled his hand away. Izzy doubled over, and gasped her way through a pathetic, humiliating ruined orgasm as the source of her stimulation was ripped from her right at the peak.

“F... Fucking whyyyy?”, Izzy groaned, still dribbling out the last of her unsatisfying orgasm.

“Desperation’s a good look on you”, Ben said teasingly. “I’m sure it’ll help you get college boys if they realize that there’s literally nothing in the world you wouldn’t do for their attention.”

“What, so you did that to help me?”, Izzy grumbled skeptically, still squirming with completely unaddressed arousal.

“Well… it was also pretty funny for me", he admitted.

Izzy growled and started to rub her throbbing little button. She knew it would do nothing to slake her lust, but she couldn’t help herself. Ben snorted, then outright laughed at her. She blushed, annoyed at how his humiliation of her was just inflaming her dribbling slit even further.

“Poor little cumslut… it must be so hard having to let your gash do all the thinking for you”, he mocked. “Tell you what. Have a tiny little… going away… present.”

He grunted those last few words, and Izzy could see the bulge in his towel bouncing as he flexed his prodigious pelvic muscles. She watched, hypnotized, and then jumped slightly as there was a splattering sound at his feet. Visible beneath the hem of his towel, she could see that he’d dribbled out a few teaspoons worth of precum—so virile it was actually cloudy with sperm—which had just splashed into a little slimy puddle between his heels. He stepped away from his creation, and roughly shoved Izzy out of the doorway with a kick. He stepped into the bathroom, shut the door, and left Izzy with her gift.

She blinked for just a moment, then dived forward and started licking and slurping the musky little puddle off the floor. Her cunt erupted instantly, splashing the closed door with her squirt. As Izzy whimpered and mewled and wriggled like a cat in heat, her mother came around the corner. She stopped at the sight in front of her, then wrinkled her nose in disgust and palmed her forehead exhaustedly.

“Really Isabella? Again?”, she asked, disgraced by her daughter’s behavior. She chose not to mention the times in her youth when she’d done the same thing.

“Sorrryy mommm…”, Izzy moaned.

Her mom sighed, then stepped gingerly over Izzy’s little body, saying, “Just clean up your mess when you’re done… And if you’re not ready to go by ten, your stuff’s going to Kingston without you!”

Izzy mumbled assent, still trying to lick the hardwood clean of any trace of her brother. Finally when there was no taste left but floor polish, Izzy got up onto unsteady legs and staggered her way downstairs for paper towel. Her heart was filled with affection for her brother.