You aren't.

"How about 52 pickup." You set down your coffee, still frowning as you raise an eyebrow, calming turning the tidy box upside down, my cards spilling out in a mess, face up onto the counter top.

"There's actually 69..." I bite my lip again, smile fading as my heart thuds.

"Did I ask?" You glare at me, and I swallow, suddenly feeling on the verge of tears, curling into my chair. This has gone horribly wrong...

You sip your coffee, eyes scanning the images of my naked body scattered in front of you. "Stand up." You say softly. I slide slowly out of my chair and pull up in front of you. I sniffle.

"You're a big fan of the cock, huh little sis?" You say, calmly slipping my shirt straps off my shoulders.

"Mm-hmm..." I nod as you run your finger pointedly between my breasts, tugging my shirt down with it as they spill free. I almost catch you smile at the sight...

"Did you take all these pictures?" Your hand doesn't stop as it tugs my shirt down past my stomach, as your fingers hook into my skirt.

"A few are selfies..." Your fingers fail entirely to pause as their tips graze past my mound, passing through my wet slit as my shirt and skirt slip free over my ass and fall suddenly to the floor.

"But they're all real?" Your face a mask, you sip your coffee as you grope almost tenderly first at my breast, and then rubbing a finger against my clit.

I nod.

"Turn around." I step out of my clothes, turning in place, and your free hand squeezes at my bare ass, before sliding between my thighs and cupping my pussy lips from behind. "Pick up your clothes."

I nod, and bend over, your hand holding my hips in place as your finger slides roughly inside my achingly wet little hole. "Fuck you're tight..." You mutter.

"I do half an hour of Kegels a day." I say, pulling up, skirt and shirt in hand.

"I heard Kegels were bullshit... hand those back here." I reach back and you grab the clothes and my wrist. I feel you wrapping my shirt around my forearm, twisting it.

"I know a few guys who disagree..." I say as you reach up and run a hand down my other shoulder, pulling my other arm back.

"Does your smart mouth get as much action as your tight little cunt?" You shove my hand through the very twisted shirt, pulling it up both arms.

"More..." I bite my lip, wincing slightly as you knot the skirt into the twists of the shirt, tightening it around my elbows as they pull together behind my back.

"How long you been such a fucking slut?" You say, mildly.

"Since the day I met you..." I step back, sliding my bound hands into your lap, quickly freeing your very hard cock.

"That so?" You say, shoving me off you and standing, turning me around, my naked body so close to you that your hard cock presses gently against my bare skin.

"It was my freshman homecoming. You were there with Claire. I was there with Chris. When I met you, you were all I could think about. I took Chris into the locker room and gave my first blow job. But it wasn't his cock I wanted. He got a blow job almost every day until he broke up with me."

"Why the hell would he break up with you?"

"Because his cock wasn't the only one I was sucking. One cock wasn't enough..."

"You're just that big of a slut, huh?"

"No cock will ever be enough... except yours..." I bite my lip, my breath catching.

"Let's make those dreams come true, slutty little sis." You say, reaching up and pushing down on my head roughly.

I fall deftly to my knees, well-practiced by now at maneuvering with my hands tied, my mouth slipping instantly around the tip of your cock. My tongue and a flood of saliva meet it as the savory sweetness of the flavor of you fills my mouth. I'm Pavlov's dog and the scent of cock is my bell. I pull off, drool already running down your shaft and my chin.

"Fuck I've wanted this for so long..." I push back on, your cock quickly reaching the back of my mouth as I start to bob, sucking in, spreading my spit further and further down your cock.

"You've wanted what, slut?" You say, grabbing roughly at my hair and pulling me off you.

"I've wanted your cock, big brother. I want your cock and your cum in every hole in my body." You shove my back on as roughly as you yanked me off, your cock pressing hard into my throat now.

"Which hole wants my cum the most?" You pull me off, drool dangling between my lips and your shaft as my jaw hangs loose.

"As much as I want your cock deep inside my ass and slamming into my tight little pussy, I've been dreaming of a mouthful of your cum for as long as I can remember. I want you to fill my mouth and my throat with cum, I want so much of your cum that it dribbles from the corners of my mouth." I pause, jaw hanging expectantly loose as you look down at me, naked, kneeling, bound, your cock stiff and waiting before me.

"Fit it all in." You say, letting go of my hair. I press forward, your cock sliding back down my throat. I've practiced this a hundred times on a dozen cocks, and a few bobs later my lips are pressing firmly against your boxes. I pull back until I can caress the head of your cock with my tongue, then press deeply forward until you're fully in. Out again, until you escape my entirely, my spit the only thing connecting us until, in one smooth motion, your cock is buried fully inside me once more.

"Keep dreaming, sis." You say as I slip off again, twisting your hips up just as you come free and pointing your cock right at my eye level. "I want to coat your face instead."

"Anything for your cum..." I smile, tilting my head back. This is funnily enough not the first time I've done this with my hands tied behind my back... I start teasing my tongue along the underside of the head of your cock, sighing gently as my head bobs subtly along your shaft. You must've been about to burst already, because I barely make it around your delicious little ridges before a splatter of warmth hits me just between the eyes. You spurt again and again, across my cheek a few times, my chin, my forehead, and my lips as you slip your tip back between them. I suck in, drawing out the last of your tasty cream before you pull back, sliding up into your chair, your mostly hard cock still dangling out the front of your boxers.

I kneel there, expectant, hopeful, naked, and horny as fuck as I feel your cum oozing down every part of my face, a dribble stretching its way down to my bare breasts, pushed out before me with my elbows still bound behind me.

You take a sip of your coffee.