Sam follows her brother

Sam found herself walking through familiar corridors, in entirely unfamiliar circumstances. Passing by open bedroom doors with ever increasing panic. She had no idea who might still be in the house on this quiet, Sunday morning. It was bad enough that her brother had already seen her in such a soul-crushingly embarrassing position. Yet, whoever it was controlling her had barely paused for a moment before following him out of the room. The teen felt just as utterly naked as she was, physically and emotionally… Though, of course, her body strode forth with what seemed like complete, blasé confidence. The only saving grace being that her unseen puppetmaster clearly didn’t know the layout of her house at all, resulting in them stopping at each doorway to peer inside, rather than catching up to Kyle immediately.

Worst of all… Sam was also still feeling the effects of her enforced masturbation session in front of the mirror. She had come so close to climaxing. The building sensations of another presence using her own hands to pleasure her, having seemed only to increase in intensity when her sibling walked in. The overwhelming humiliation and yet inescapable, undeniable physicality of being stood there: buck naked and two fingers deep, had left her teetering on a cliff edge that she still felt unable to come down from. In utter, excruciating focus she could feel a little dribble of her own juices making their way down the inner flesh of her thigh. With every step it travelled further… and somehow seemed to encourage more to follow suit. For her mind had little else to do but chase these minutia of sensuality, drowning in the experience of being awake but not in control. Her heart thumped with the guilty knowledge that all she desperately wanted right now… was for this creep piloting her to go back and finish the job they’d started!

There was no such luck however… and soon enough, Sam’s body found its way onto the landing. Downstairs, and from the door to the living room, an excited exchange of voices could be heard. Sam couldn’t make out the words… but could already tell what the topic was. Her heart turned leaden with foreboding, trying to work out exactly who it was her brother was already spilling the beans too. But, perhaps unsurprisingly, the teen guessed she would soon find out. For her legs began to carry her straight towards that discussion. Unclothed and smiling, her teenage form descended the stairs with casual abandon, clearly excited to see what could be next on the agenda of ruining her morning and/or life in general. As if her sibling didn’t already have enough embarrassing ammo to lord over her for the next 50 years or so, whenever he might need a favour.

Sam had no idea who might be waiting in the room ahead, but there really weren’t any good options for it to be. Her mind continued to scream and growl as she tried to regain control of traitorous limbs… but all to no avail. There really was nothing she could do to take back this situation. The redheaded girl had to just sit back and watch it happen to herself.