She bumps into her brother while leaving the bathroom

Immediately on the other side of the door was Izzy’s older brother, Ben. She stopped just in time, barely avoiding crashing into him. He was naked save for a towel around his waist. She counted her blessings for that, since just being around a bare chested man was enough for her pussy to start screaming at her to get on her knees.

Izzy moved to push past him, but he grabbed the doorframe, putting an arm in her path and trapping her on the bathroom threshold. She looked up at him with a faux-annoyed pout, . He responded with a signature smirk.

“Where you trying to go so fast?”, he teased. With his free hand, he casually reached down and pushed his fingers into her towel, fondling at one of her small breasts. Izzy stifled a groan, but immediately felt a dribble of arousal roll down her leg, and nearly dropped her toiletries bag as a tremble ran through her.

“Honestly”, Ben continued. “I don’t know how you’re going to manage up there without my cum…”

Izzy grinned and bit her bottom lip. She teasingly replied, “Oh please; your cum’s nothing special.”

It was a bald-faced lie, as they both knew. Ben’s testicles could give a horse an inferiority complex. He could effortlessly fill an entire mug with a single load, and in fact had been known to do so on several occasions. His seed was thick, smelly, and delicious. Izzy was one step short of addicted to it, and Ben knew so. He often made use of his particular gift to mess with her.

When it was her turn to do laundry, he’d leave dirty boxers—already a wonderful surprise—soaked in a pungent, pearly load. Izzy always tried to resist, but inevitably found herself on the basement floor sniffing and sucking the soiled cloth like her life depended on it.

Sometimes he’d cum a few loads into the toilet and conveniently “forget” to flush, or otherwise in the sink or bathtub, always right before Izzy needed to go in herself. He had an uncanny knack for guessing when she would, and often recorded the audio of her shrieking her way through the handsfree orgasm that inevitably hit her when she discovered a fresh pint of cum. He sometimes played samples of the collection he’d built up for Izzy’s friends; she hated how much she liked it when he did that.

If she was really lucky, sometimes he would wake her up by blasting a load into her face. Sometimes the cum would spill onto her pillow or sheets and soak in, the smell giving her wet dreams for days. She’d also gotten particularly good at turning these occasions into a blowjob, or even sex—a rare treat.

Back in the present, Ben snorted at Izzy’s taunt, and pinched the nipple he was teasing. Instantly an electric shock of pleasure ripped through her spine and into her snatch. A spray of girlcum and a pathetic moan announced her orgasm, her knees knocking together and eyelids fluttering. The towel fell away, exposing her smooth teenager body.

Ben chuckled, and took his hand back, moving it down to his own crotch and slowly rubbing himself through the towel. A bulge started to form, and the smell of precum hit Izzy’s nose, causing her to whimper with need.

“Maybe, umm… Maybe I could have some cum as a going-away present?”, she squeaked, eyes locked on the slowly growing tent of his towel.