Paper

He keeps his hand in a rock, while you react with paper.

"How are you already this exhausted, didn't you just wake up?"

He doesn't respond. He is starting to think about what you're up to.

"What are you going to do to me anyways?" You can't tell if he's really bored or just lost all hope after failing twice.

"You'll see!" You stretch your arms behind your back, leaning forwards flirtatiously. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

He is much less invigorated than you are. Maybe he's just trying hard to hold in his pee. If that's the case, he's going to fail before long.

You have every right to act, and he's not doing anything. Without further notice, you seize the opportunity... and his testicles.

You leap forward to right in front of him, uncomfortably close. You are slightly shorter than him, and he almost blushes as he feels your soft breasts make slight contact with him. Within a few seconds, you jolt your right hand into his boxers. It slips past his dick and quickly locks around your targets. Before he can really react, he's completely at your mercy.

At first he probably didn't realize how much it hurts to get one's balls squeezed. He figured he could handle it and maybe still go to the bathroom before you somehow. Sometimes particularly sharp events must change how the world is viewed.

You make eye contact with him. Fear wipes over his visage. You smile and start squeezing. You press your fingertips into the **** underside of his nuts, pushing deeper into his gonads with each passing second. Basically immediately, he tries to pull off your hand with both of his. You react with your left hand and grab both of them at once, continuing to squeeze his balls. He is squirming and has lost almost all of his strength. He slowly backs up away from you, so you march with him. After a few seconds of this, he's up against the wall, you have his hands pinned above his head, and your fingernails are draining the life out of his manhood.

It wasn't hard to predict what follows. His bladder releases all over his underwear, including on your hand. His boxers are soaked.

"Gross!" You are still looking at his eyes, his face contorting in all kinds of pain and hardly changing after he pissed all over his stepsister's hand. You should probably punish him for this.

You figure he's weak enough he can't do anything by now, so you release your pin on his hands. With your left hand, you take off his wet underwear, and throw it out of sight. He's been losing his footing for the entire 20 seconds thus far, but now he is free to collapse. You let him fall to the ground naked, kneeling with him until you're both on your knees, just with his legs cracked open, and yours covered mostly by a cute skirt.

You distribute his balls across both of your hands. He can't do anything to stop you. For as long as you can possibly squeeze, you flatten his nuts between your fingers.

His reaction hasn't been getting any funnier since you put your hand in his pants. That being said, you get quite the sadistic pleasure from him, and he's obviously going through more pain than he ever has. By now, he can't even look you in the face, and stares at his genitals, if he is even capable of sight.

Your hands are starting to hurt. Before you can think about it, he vomits down on himself, and your hands. It's extremely disgusting.

You don't even speak about this. He might as well not hear you. But it is annoying. It fills you with just enough rage to squeeze him just so much more, and your exhaustion is irrelevant.

You are really trying to rupture them now. Nothing else will be able to compare to this moment, for both of you. You strain your hands so much that you get sick thinking about how it must feel for Alex. Then, they burst.

By now, Alex is obviously passed out, and his balls are covered in piss and vomit. The entire experience has had him nauseous and in deeper pain than he could ever understand, especially from you. You are actually a little surprised it took this long for his balls to pop, considering how much they hurt when damaged. It's a little funny how something this durable still has so many nerves in it. You're pretty glad you don't have any.