(Mc) All the way to the edge…

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After dinner, Bill and Jasmine retired to the living room to watch some TV while their mother Samantha headed out to run errands. Bill made sure to position himself directly in Jasmine's line of sight, his massive tits jutting out obscenely and impossible to ignore.

As the show droned on in the background, Bill struck up a casual conversation with his sister, all the while subtly arching his back and thrusting out his chest against the mesh top. Jasmine tried valiantly to focus on Bill's face, but her gaze kept flicking down to his straining top helplessly.

"So, sis," Bill drawled, giving his tits a nonchalant adjustment. "What did you think of dinner? Mom really outdid herself with that casserole, huh?"

"Uh huh," Jasmine replied distractedly, eyes glued to the way Bill's breasts jiggled and swayed with his movements. Her crotch was tenting noticeably in her jeans, the thick outline of her cock clearly visible.

Bill smirked to himself, relishing the power he held over his sister. He could practically see the arousal fogging her brain, her restraint crumbling with each "accidental" flash of his breasts.

Time to up the ante, Bill thought wickedly. Stretching his arms over his head in an exaggerated yawn, Bill let his top ride up to expose the creamy undersides of his breasts. Jasmine made a strangled noise in her throat, hips giving an abortive thrust as her cock visibly throbbed in her pants.

"Whoops!" Bill chirped in faux-surprise, tugging his top back down with a coy grin. "Don't want the girls to pop put. Know what I mean sis? Haha.”

Jasmine could only whimper in response, face flushed and body trembling with barely-contained arousal. Bill drank in the sight of his sister's desperation, his own cock rock-hard and leaking at the thought of making her cum her pants.

An idea sparked in Bill's lust-addled brain, and he had to bite back a wicked grin. Rising from the couch with deliberate slowness, Bill made a show of stretching out his back, thrusting his tits forward and letting out a low, breathy moan.

"Mmmm, my back is feeling so stiff," Bill purred, rolling his shoulders and jiggling his breasts obscenely. "I think I need to do some yoga to loosen up. You don't mind, do you sis?"

Jasmine shook her head mutely, eyes wide and glazed with desire. Bill smirked and sauntered over to the center of the couch. While making sure Jasmine had a perfect view of his ass swaying in his clinging yoga pants.

Once in position, Bill began to flow through a series of exaggerated poses, each one designed to showcase his curves to maximum effect. He bent over at the waist, thrusting his plush ass out and letting his heavy tits dangle inches from Jasmine's face. He arched his back in cobra pose, nipples visibly poking through the thin mesh fabric of his top.

Through it all, Jasmine remained frozen on the couch, panting heavily and twitching with each lewd display. Her cock was an obscene bulge in her pants now, the denim straining over her throbbing shaft. A damp spot was spreading at the crotch, growing larger with each passing second.

Bill could tell his sister was on the brink of orgasm, her arousal wound so tightly that the slightest push would send her over the edge. Time for the coup de grâce...

“My shirt is so uncomfortable, you dont mind do you Jasmine.” Pivoting to face Jasmine head-on, Bill slowly peeled his top up and over his head, revealing his bare breasts in all their glory. Jasmine let out a choked moan at the sight, hips bucking uncontrollably as her eyes devoured Bill's exposed tits.

"Oops, how clumsy of me!" Bill gasped in mock-dismay, covering his chest with his hands. "I forgot I wasn't wearing a bra. Silly me!"

That final bit of "accidental" exposure was all it took. With a strangled cry, Jasmine's cock erupted in her pants, cum spurting freely to soak through the denim. Her hips jerked and spasmed as she rode out her orgasm, eyes rolling back in her head from the sheer **** of it.

Bill watched his sister cum with a triumphant smirk, his own cock iron-hard and throbbing in his yoga pants. The sight of Jasmine's pants growing wetter by the second, the knowledge that he had made her ejaculate hands-free just by showing off his tits... it was almost enough to make Bill bust a nut himself.

As Jasmine slumped bonelessly on the couch, chest heaving and pants soaked with jizz, Bill sauntered over with a wicked grin. "Wow sis, you made quite the mess!" he taunted, eyeing the massive wet patch on her crotch. "Didn't realize you were such a hair-trigger!"

Jasmine flushed scarlet, hurriedly grabbing a throw pillow to cover her cum-stained crotch. "Fuck you," she spat, voice quivering with humiliation and lingering arousal. "This is all your fault, prancing around with your... your..."

"My huge, sexy tits?" Bill finished smugly, giving his bare breasts a lewd jiggle. "The ones you just couldn't resist cumming buckets over like a pathetic little perv?"

Jasmine opened her mouth to retort, but all that came out was a pitiful moan as her cock gave a valiant twitch in her cum-soaked pants. Bill threw his head back and laughed, reveling in his complete sexual domination over her.

Oh yes, Bill thought as he strutted out of the room, leaving Jasmine to marinate in her shame and spunk. This was just the beginning of the fun he could have with his new reality-warping powers. His cock gave a eager throb at the thought of who he could mindfuck next...