your asshole older brother

Brad walks in, his pants rapidly tightening, “Damn, sis, didn't realise you were so hung.”

Brad looks down at you and laughs, “Clearly you inherited all the endowment for the two of you.”

You grunt in pain when Brad kicks you in the nuts with his boots, whining and doubling over in pain, kissing Allie's feet again. Allie frowns severely and shakes her head at your brother, “He's mine. No kicking him without my permission. These ...”

Allie kicks you in the balls herself, making you yelp softly against the floor as she kicked you even harder than Brad had, “Are mine to break.”

“Hey, come on, I'm older!” objected Brad, and Allie shrugged as she grabbed your hair and yanked your head up, shoving her dick in your mouth.

“Kiss my ass. This faggot's mine. You want to use it, you follow my rules. My faggot, my property, my rules. Isn't that right, fag?” she looks down at you, wrenching your hair to pull your head off her prick.

“Y-Yes, Allie!” you gasp, before she shoves your head back on her meat. You quickly resume sucking her dick, knowing better than to vex her right at this moment. She's establishing her authority over you, to Brad, and even if it means you have to suck his dick, you like the idea of her forcing him to accede to her authority.

“Ugh. Fine, fine, sis. Your cocksleeve, your rules,” Brad grumbled, “what are the rules for his use? Only you get to use him or ... ?” Allie yanks your head off of her cock and shoves it against Brad's crotch, using you to tease him. You groan against him, vibrating his cock through his pants as you breathe in the scent of him. Allie smelled so much better, but you were humiliated to realise Brad didn't smell terrible.

“Favour for a favour. This faggot is my whore. Go do my laundry and you can put a load in it or on it,” Allie said, and Brad grumbled.

“May I have a sample first, sis?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes, looking down at you.

“Get it out, fag, and lick it. Show him what your tongue feels like on his prick, but don't put it in your mouth,” she orders. Your hands raise quickly, grabbing his pants obediently and unfastening the buttons, pulling the zipper down. A quick yank frees his prick and you lick him from the base to the hilt. As he groans, you see his fingers twitching. He must really want to grab you and shove it down your throat.

Brad grumbled and walked out of the room toward the laundry room, muttering in frustration he hadn't gotten to you first. Allie looks down at you and sneers with satisfaction. “Now who should I whore you out to first while mom and dad are away?”