Very Specific Oral Instruction

“Crawl to me, now.” He said, as if talking to an actual dog.

She stopped when his socks were in view, then looked up at his face, seeing the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Michael, I…”

“Shut up. Don’t move.”

He tore her white shirt open, sending some buttons flying onto the carpet in all directions. He tossed the shirt aside. He briefly walked out of the room and returned with a pair of scissors. Still as a statue, she felt the cold blade between her breasts as he cut her bra between the cups. Her perky tits bounced once or twice as the bra popped open. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She tried to stand up, she willed it with all her might… but she couldn’t budge.

Her eyes caught sight of the now very obvious outline of his cock through his thin sweatpants. Then they drifted up to his face, pleading silently to be excused to her room, though they both knew what was coming next.

“Pull my pants down.”

She tried to resist with all the strength she had, but her trembling hands jerked the sides of his sweatpants down around his ankles, and his 7” rock hard cock sprang out and bobbed around before settling just in front of Laura’s eyes.

“Stare at it. You can talk now.”

“Michael! Ple-“

“Spit on it.”

She gathered some saliva before raising up onto her knees and watching herself spit onto her brother’s dick with a sudden “pfft!”

He sat down on the couch and reclined with his hands behind his head.

“Michae-“ she tried to protest.

“Gimme some gluck gluck.” He almost couldn’t get through the command without laughing.

She’d never given head, but she silently cursed social media, because she knew EXACTLY what that meant. She wrapped her slender hands around his shaft and took the tip in her mouth, beginning the motion she had seen an influencer mime using a banana.

“Oooooohhhhhhh helllll yeah.” He groaned, as he heard the light noises coming from his sister’s mouth.

After a few minutes, he said “not worth the hype. Stop.”

“Would you fucking li-“ she desperately tried to reason with him.

“Just deepthroat it,” he cut her off.

Her hands instinctively grabbed Michael’s hips. She did her very best to take him all, as her body would accept no less. Even though she was starting to black out as she slid up and down his shaft, Michael was disappointed that an inch or two of his dick remained dry.

“Gag and slobber on it too, like a porn star!” He thought, glad he was able to come up with a clever way to stay entertained.

She groaned, still taking as much of him into her throat as possible, now being **** to utter all kinds of guttural sound effects she didn’t recognize, all meant to demean her and entertain her brother. He laughed at her, clearly enjoying himself again.

“Stick out your tongue.” He slapped her tongue, her cheeks, and her forehead with his slimy cock before forcing it right back down her throat.

“Grrrrrt!” He heard as he bottomed out in his sister’s throat. Her eyes watered as she continued, skillfully allowing drool to pour out the sides of her mouth onto her brother’s shaft.

This is disgusting… how is this happening??? How could he be doing this to me, he knows I would NEVER do anything like this for anyone, let alone my little brother…

“Gawk, gawk, gawk, gluck, gluck,” was all Michael heard as he violently thrashed his hips into his sister’s face. The sister who went out of her way to embarrass him at school in front of his friends, now in this unthinkable position. He was loving it.

“Be sluttier!” He bellowed. Laura’s right hand jolted underneath her skirt and into her panties, and started teasing her pussy while she kept up with her brother’s other expectations. Among gags and gulps were now affectionate moans, and her eyes were no longer widened in shock and tearing up, but now alternated between locking eyes with her brother or rolling back into her head.

“Get even sluttier!! More!!” He shouted between groans of approval and laughs at her expense. The hand on her brother’s hips moved to cup his ass, allowing her to more forcefully **** herself on more of his length. The hand beneath her skirt pinched her clit and plunged into her pussy, now soaking wet and forming a stain on the carpet. When she got a gasp of air, she would moan his name, and “oh fuck… so big…” and whatever else might entertain him.

“Be… as slutty… as possible!!” He was barely able to get this one out. Laura squirted onto the carpet as she climaxed while blowing her brother. The whole thing was just surreal. “Mmm… oh fuck, daddy,” Laura was surprised to hear an overly exaggerated porn-style parody of her own voice escaping her lips between drooling and slurping and gagging. Michael was particularly amused to hear “daddy,” especially from his older sister… “nice touch,” he thought, pummeling her face. Her tongue suddenly swept deep under his balls, dangerously close to his asscrack, and slowly licked from the underside of his balls up to the tip of his shaft. When her eyes emerged from under his balls, she saw her brother’s phone camera pointed right at her.

No no no no… she thought in complete despair as her hips bucked and she started slobbering more obscenities to please her brother.

“Sooo fucking big, daddy!” She giggled before diving back onto his dick. She locked eyes with the camera.

I can’t believe this is happening… she thought as she continued this obscene display of her brother’s runaway wet dream.

Michael was in complete ecstasy.

She felt his hands grab her hair forcefully and she was lurched all the way down his shaft, slamming her nose and eyes into his scraggly bush of pubic hair. Again, and again, and again. She squirted again, squealing loudly this time, though air was in short supply.

Between thrusts, she could barely hear Michael’s animalistic grunting: “swallow… it… all.”

She felt it, but didn’t taste it at first, until it welled up in her throat and backed up into her mouth. Through frantic, panicked gargling, she managed to slurp any excess off her brother’s cock and **** down all his cum. As soon as she released him, he shoved her forehead, sending her tumbling onto her back, panting and gasping for air, trying to make some sense of what had just happened. She looked toward her brother, who simply said “don’t tell anyone,” and glued his eyes to his phone. As he climbed the stairs to his room to take a nap, she could hear her gargled performance replaying on his phone.