He keeps teasing me

Fuck, I’m sweating. Why the fuck is my brother turning me on this much? I bite my lip, and a sensual whimper escapes my mouth. John’s cook bulges in his shorts, probably due to my obvious arousal. Shit, just show it to me already! I imagine his shorts dropped around his ankles, his dick standing at attention, free from his underwear. Goddamn, why can’t he just let me see it?!

I make a move as though to lung at him, but I stop myself. Fuck, I need him in me so bad, I thought if I’d just committed to stripping him bare right there my body’d just do the rest, but something is stopping me. John cackles at my hesitancy, “What was that, Jane? You want this?” He pats his little bulge tenderly, mocking my sexual instincts.

I blush in humiliation, “Don’t fucking tease me, John. Either show me the goods or get out of my face!”

“Nah, I’m gonna just watch you squirm. I’ll bet your panties are soaked already, aren’t they?”

Little fucker, he’s right, but he can’t talk to me like that! I turn to leave, or rather, try to. “I’m going to my room, don’t follow me expecting a handjob, bastard.” Despite my announcement, I don’t move.

“Heh, you aren’t going anywhere, slut! Keep those hands by your side, I don’t want you ending this any sooner than I tell you to.”

I glare at him, but suddenly my hands pin themselves to my hips, “The fuck? You don’t tell me what to do!”

“Actually, I do now.” John casually asserts.