Natalie Freaks Out

"What the fuck? What the FUCK?" The sudden shock gave Natalie the strength to sit up, but she overbalanced, rolling off of the couch and onto the floor.

"Oh, don't be such a prude," Aaron said, mockingly. "Your brother's got one just like it. Exactly like it, in fact."

Natalie was crawling weakly away, turning to look back at Aaron with every second or third inch she managed to drag herself across the carpet.

"Get away from me! Stay the fuck away from me!"

Aaron casually caught up with her, grabbed one shoulder and spun Natalie around to face him, pinning her to the floor. He didn't do anything straight away - it just felt good to have her struggling feebly beneath him.

"Sasha," she gasped. "Please, Sasha, let me go."

"You keep calling me Sasha," Aaron sneered, savouring the look of horror and fear on his sister's face. "You really shouldn't."

By now his dick was rock hard, the tip poking grotesquely above the waistband of Sasha's panties. Where things went from here was really up to him.