Yes

The rest of the showering routine went as usual. She got out of the shower as usual. Her brother used a towel to dry her up as usual and she thanked him for the help with a nude hug and french kiss as usual. Admittedly she was a bit startled as he did so, but he reassured her that they are doing it like this all the time and she actually wants him to dry her up as she just doesnt feel good doing it herself.

Once she was all dry, she wanted to put on her bathtub. Luckily her brother reminded her that if she got clothed before coming down to do the breakfast, their mother would be so pissed at her she would get grounded. Now that she thought about it, that WAS a weird thing of their mother to demand of her. Then again, it was not like she would spy on her or anything, so she just brushed it off as something weird.

As she was done brushing her teeth her brother gave her the makeup she needed to put on. She was obviously still confused by what happened earlier, because she put on way to little. She had to put on more two times before she was looking decent. Also as she made a little mistake with her make up once and tried to brush it off, she got reminded that she wasn't to clean that up before going to bed. At that point she remembered the saying

'If your make up is screwed, just fix it with more make up'

She failed to remember who taught her this, but it did make sense. Finally done with her bathroom routine she wanted to leave and go downstairs, once dressed.

"Ehm... Linda? Where are you going?" She turned around and saw a glimpse of her now fully disrobed brother standing in front of her.

"Oh I have not seen anything, I swear." She said, turning away from him instantly again.

"Yeah, it's alright, I know you are decent now. But you took away so much hot water, you have to make up for it. I rarely have the time to clean my penis properly, so its your job to do that for me." What was wrong with her today? She forgot the most basic things. Then again, why did she have no memory of herself doing that ever?

"I do believe you, derek... it is just... have I really done that?" She asked him.

"Of course you did. You even included it in your little mantra. Say it again for me. Cleaning - ..." And she did.

"Cleaning - brushing - eating - " She did not get further as he interrupted her.

"Nooo. Cleaning - brushing - sucking - eating!" He corrected her

"Oh, yeah, sure. Cleaning - brushing - sucking - eating - waiting - going. You are right of course, please, just stay like this, I get the sponge." She walked past him to the shower, grabbing the shower sponge.

"Dear. You know you have to clean me with your mouth and your tongue only. No hands, no sponge, no anything." He walked over and sat down on the toilet seet, opening his legs. "Kneel down before me and give it a kiss to start it off." Again, he was right.

She did as she was told. Her first impulse was to turn around and run. This situation triggered a scene in her mind, where she was with her now ex-boyfriend. He wanted a blowjob of her. She agreed and tried but they quickly stopped because she felt not at ease with putting it in her mouth. Well at least the situation was changed somehow, due to the probably not so pleasant fact that while her ex stood at 5 inches, her brother was at least 8. She swallowed audibly and kissed the tip as she was ordered, before parting her lips and letting her tongue slide out.

Going up and down the shaft she tried to get it as wet as she could and actually clean it well. After half a minute however, her brother grabbed her already done hair and pulled her up just to push her down on it in a way so he slid between her lips. In a reflex she did not open her mouth wide enough and touched him with her teeth, a fact that he obviously disliked.

"If your teeth touch me again doing this, you will go to school in a miniskirt and without panties." Hard but fair. She opened up wide and managed to avoid him with her teeth. In case of movement she caught him with her tongue for as long as she could. At least until he took over. He grabbed her head with both his hands and started to thrust up. Forcefully penetrating her throat with every thrust, he started to moan soon after starting this.

It was impossible for her to go along or against him. All she could do was just hold still and let him do this. She tried helping him by twisting her tongue around him whenever she could, but he was moving so fast, she quickly gave up. Half a minute later she felt tears form in her eyes from the constant threat to her throat as well as the missing air. They were ruining her mascara. She had to put on more later. Probably with some eye shadow.

She tried to get her mind of the fact what was obviously happening here and she succeeded. At least until he started cumming. Yes, this was obviously an orgasm. That was more than cleaning, no matter how you looked at it.

The moment he slid it out of her mouth, she wanted to yell him into the next century. But first...