Let him free

Josh's fingers still rested between her thighs, slick and warm, his mind spinning with the newness of everything—the taste of her milk still on his tongue, the scent of her filling his nostrils, the soft sounds she made when he touched her just right.

And then Ariana's voice cut through his daze.

"But maybe," she said slowly, her eyes dropping meaningfully to his lap, "before we go any further... maybe you should free your friend."

He blinked. "My... my friend?"

She laughed softly. "You know. Your little friend." She wiggled her fingers in the air. "The one who seems very... uncomfortable right now."

Before he could respond, she lifted her bare foot and pressed it gently against the front of his jeans.

Right against the hard, swollen bulge beneath the denim.

Josh gasped, his entire body jerking. His face flushed so hot he was sure steam was rising from his skin.

"Ari!" he choked out.

"So that's what you've been hiding from me," she said, her voice light and teasing. She didn't remove her foot. Instead, she pressed a little harder, rubbing the sole of her foot against the rigid length of him through the thick fabric. "My goodness, Josh. You're practically bursting out of these things."

"I... I can't... you're..."

"I'm what?" She tilted her head innocently, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Stating the obvious? You're the one who got hard while touching your sister's pussy. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

He wanted to die. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. But he also didn't want her to stop touching him, and that contradiction made everything worse.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, looking away. "I c-can't help it. It just... happened."

"Sorry?" She withdrew her foot, and he felt the loss like a physical ache. "Don't be sorry. I'd be offended if it didn't happen." She reached down and tapped his chin, forcing his eyes back to hers. "It's a compliment, Josh. A very... obvious compliment."

He said nothing, his face burning.

She glanced down at his lap again, then back up at him. "Take them off."

"What?"

"Your pants. Take them off." She waved her hand impatiently. "You can't just sit there with that thing trapped in denim all night. It looks painful."

He hesitated, his hands hovering over his button fly.

"Do I need to do it for you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No! No, I... I'll do it." He fumbled with the button, his fingers clumsy and shaking. The zipper came down with a rough scrape. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his jeans down his hips, lifting himself off his knees just long enough to shove them to his thighs.

His erection sprang free, thick and upright, the tip already flushed and glistening.

Ariana let out a low, impressed whistle.

"Well, well, well," she said, her eyes fixed on him. "Little brother... you've been hiding this big bull from your sister?"

Josh wanted to cover himself, but his hands wouldn't move. He knelt there, exposed, his penis jutting out from his body like an accusation.

"It's not... I mean, it's just... normal," he stammered.

"That," Ariana said, reaching out to trace one finger along the underside of his shaft without quite touching, "is not normal, Josh. That's... impressive."

He shivered at the nearness of her finger, at the heat radiating from her skin.

"Have you ever used this?" she asked, her voice dropping lower. "With anyone? A girl? A woman? Anyone at all?"

He shook his head, mute.

"A virgin and well-hung." She sat back in her chair, her legs still spread, her wet pussy still on full display. "My little brother is a treasure trove of surprises."

"Stop," he whispered, though he didn't mean it.

She smiled, soft and knowing. "I don't think you really want me to stop, Josh. I think..." She reached out again, and this time she wrapped her fingers around him, her grip warm and firm. "I think you've wanted this for a very long time."

His hips bucked involuntarily into her hand.

"That's what I thought," she murmured.