Going out

"Alright! First things first! We gotta get you out past mom and dad without them noticing you're fucked up," He says, looking around his chair and selecting one of his many shirts discarded on the floor. He chooses a button up short sleeve, simply so he doesn't have to take his cock away from you while he dresses you.

You suck and lick, still trying to make it as brutal on yourself as possible while Pete drapes the shirt over your back and feeds each of your arms through the sleeves. He pushes your head all the way down his cock and holds you there with his torso as he leans way down and buttons your new shirt up. You lap excitedly at his balls from the intense pleasure he's causing you.

Next, Pete begins looking around the floor, zeroing in on a spot beside the bed, and begins stepping over your body while still holding himself down your throat by the hair, pulling you backwards between his legs. You make no effort to resist him, letting your limp body hang from your neck several feet above the floor while he walks to the bed and looks around for something specific.

The small drag of a few feet sends shivers of pleasure through your entire body, especially where the carpet is uncovered by discarded clothing and junk. Pete quickly finds what he's looking for, a pair of your discarded panties from a previous brutal anal medicine extraction days ago. He looks back at your legs, trying to decide how to put them on you without pulling his dick out of you, but finally decides he has **** but to release you.

He does so by simply letting go and having gravity do the dirty work, dropping you down from his cock to the floor below with a thudding impact. Before your head can finish it's single bounce, causing you to orgasm instantly, Pete has turned around over you, carefully aiming his testicles to your open mouth, screaming with pleasure, and takes his seat on your face.

You stick your tongue out and lap wildly at whatever comes into contact with it, as Pete shifts around on top of you, grabbing your legs and putting your panties ON them for once. You try to suck as much of his balls into your mouth as possible as he moves around, putting most of his weight on you as pulls your ass up to slide the underwear over it. You never thought having your brother sit on your face could feel so good! You try to make a mental note to ask for it more later.

"There!" He says, quickly standing up and pulling you up with him, by the arms instead of the hair since he's trying to steady you on your feet, not **** your face. You wish he used the hair.

You teeter unsteadily with intoxication, as well as the ****, and a head rush from him pulling you up so fast. Pete inspects you in his clothes, his long shirt covering to just below your panties making you seem decent to take out. As if there is such a thing as indecency left in this world.

"Good enough! Now if you want more piss to drink, you'll come along and be good, okay?" Pete says to you like a child.

You nod eagerly. You do want more piss! The only thing that sounded better was more ****, which already has stopped for too long. You reach your hand into your restrictive panties and begin to fiddle around for a second before Pete knocks your hand away, as he puts on his own pants, tucking his hard cock in the waistband.

"None of that until we get outside!" He says, beginning to leave and pulling you along by the hand to stumble behind him as you barely keep your balance. You lose it on the stairs, but Pete keeps you from falling, less out of concern than letting your parents notice. He gets you to the door and starts to open it. "Sarah and I are going out! Bye!"

"Not so fast young lady!" Your father shouts, stopping Pete as he begins to exit. "You're not going anywhere dressed like that! How do you expect to get any donations?"

Your father quickly walks over to you while you try to steady yourself, finding it more difficult as your father's anger makes you weak in the knees. He comes over and unbuttons all but a single button, tying the ends together in a knot just barely under your tits. He then pulls at the wide open neckline, forcing it down and showing off your cleavage along with almost all of the skin, stopping just over the nipple.

"There, that's better." He says, brazenly grabbing both your breasts under the guise of correcting them in your top; even going so far as to tweak your nipples so they poke through. You resist the urge to moan and grab with him.

He looks down at your legs, your hairless cunt only covered the small pair of lacy, nearly transparent panties. He looks at them for a while, not really concerned with you going out in them, but to stare a bit longer at your pussy. He corrects his crotch awkwardly before continuing his gaze to your bare feet. "No shoes?"

"Come on, dad. We're just going to the beach anyway. A bunch of my friends wanna give her donations, so she's not gonna be wearing this stuff long anyway." Your brother says, trying to hurry this along before you give away your intoxication.

"I suppose that's fine then." He says, correcting his groin again a bit longer this time. He continues to stare at your half naked body. "You want a quick donation before you go?"

Yes you want a donation! You want him to throw you to the floor and step on your face while brutally donating into your ass!

You bite your lip and try to put these thoughts aside as you make your decision.