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"'N he's no fun, Buck," you whine, small body pressed against your brother as you sit on his thick thighs. "Didn't even want to dance."

Bucky chuckles, his calloused hands lazily curled around your waist as he watches at the television behind you.

"Ain't deserve ya, baby," Bucky mutters, cursing under his breath when his car crashes into a wall. "Damn, bastard."

You pout at your brother, leaning back slightly as your ass slips further down his legs and closer to his crotch.

"Buck," you whine, tipsy from one to many drinks but neither you nor Bucky cares. "Do you even listening?"

"Course do," he grumbles, fingers tightening around the controller in his hands as he tries to maneuver the car back onto the road. "Jus' got my ass kicked. But as said, he ain't good for ya anyway."

You huff, leaning into him once more as you let your fingers trail down his shoulder and along his arm.

Bucky's veins bulge through his skin, thick muscles working as he keeps playing whatever game he plays.

You don't really care, not after your date which definitely didn't went as you expected. The boy had eyes for every girl but you, he might have paid for lot of drinks, but he didn't care one bit.

Not like your brother does. Never like Bucky does.

"Told ya, stay home. Woulda ordered pizza and we coulda watched movies," Bucky says, sighing softly when he drives the car over the finish line as first player. "Got ya, idiot!"

He throws the controller to the side, fingers curling around your waist to pull you flush against his thick chest.

"No one will care for ya like I do. How many stupid guys do ya need to get that, baby?" Bucky asks, smirking softly when he feels your hips soft and slowly moving against his.

You huff, face hiding in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. A soft moan bubbles up your throat when you feel his sweatpants rubbing right against your panties covered pussy.

Bucky's cock twitches underneath his pants, a soft groan leaving his lips as you keep jumping against his bulge with such innocence as if you don't notice what you're doing to him.

"He can't take care of ya like I can," Bucky tells you, his fingers digging into your hips to help you rub your pussy over his dick. "Can he, sissy?"

You whine, feeling the thickness of his cock pressing hard into your cunt, rubbing back and forth along your wet cunt.

"B-Buck, please," you whimper, fingers curling into his shoulders as you press yourself more onto his cock.

"Answer me, can he?" Bucky growls, stopping your hips movements. He huffs when you whine instead of answer.

Your brother lifts his hand, then brings it down on your ass harshly, leaving a stinking pain in your soft flesh.

"No," you whine, pushing your hips forward to escape another slap he might have to offer. "Jus' you, Buck."

He hums in approval, letting you hump against his thick cock. Bucky's ocean blue eyes are lust filled when they meet yours but somehow he keeps managing to have that soft touch visible in them.

"Tell me who ya belong to," Bucky demands, his hips bucking into yours, perfect angle to rub against your sensitive clit. "Who owns you, baby?"

"Y-You," you moan, hips canting into his to get the perfect angle perfectly. "Please, gonna cum. Please, Bucky."

He chuckles low in his throat, one of his hands turning slightly. Bucky's thick fingers slide underneath your skirt, pushing it up until he's able to see your panties.

So innocent and sweet - his favorite.

How can you let anyone see those sweet panties. You don't wear lingerie not even for a date, but those sweet cotton panties in that soft blue.

Bucky hooks one of his fingers into the fabric and pulls it away, only to let it snap back into places.

"Ow!" You whine, the fabric slipping between your folds to add even more friction of your clit. The coil in your stomach tightens with every rut against him, pussy weeping and soaking your panties.

"C'mon ask me, sissy," he chuckles, watching the patch of your arousal on his gray sweatpants.

"Can I cum?" You whimper. Bucky grunts, his thumb pressing down onto your clit as you can't help but let the coil in your stomach snap.

"Cum," your brother orders, grinning as you throw your head back.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, cum dripping out of you as you keep rutting into him.

Giving you a moment to come down, he runs his fingers through your cunt, painting his fingers in your slick before he brings them to his mouth.

Bucky's tongue darts out, moving along the length of his fingers with a groan as he licks them clean.

"Mhm, such a sweet pussy you got, sissy," Bucky mutters, licking his lips before he sighs with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How about you thank me for letting you cum?"

Nodding down at his bulge in his sweatpants, you immediately obey and let your hand wander down his thick chest and abs toward to slide it underneath the waistband of his pants.

"Such a good girl. No one's gonna love you like I do, baby," Bucky mutters, watching your fingers intensely. "Only ya big brother knows how to love you right and best."

You're trying to make him feel as good as you, you really are. Your lips are sealed around his cock as you bob your head up and down, tongue gliding along his shaft. But it's so hard to keep up whenever his tongue dips into your cunt, lapping at your dripping hole and flicking at your clit.

Yuji's eating you out with a desperation you've never felt from him before because he knows you have limited time. The loud voices and laughter coming from the kitchen tell you that your parents are still drinking and chatting with your aunt and uncle, but eventually someone will come knocking to let you know the food is ready.

And all that Yuji wants before he sits down for dinner is to feel you gushing onto his tongue, swallowing whatever he can of your cum to whet his appetite.

He's practically slurping up your arousal as two hands grip your ass, kneading the fat and spreading you open to get better access to your cunt. Yuji can tell by the way your legs are shaking and you're spending more time moaning around his cock than sucking it that you're getting close.

In the back of your mind, there's a budding feeling of guilt surrounding your inability to pleasure your brother at the moment. Yuji hasn't paid it any mind though because he knows it's not your fault—it's his.

He makes you feel so good.

Your toes curl as your hands grip the bedsheets when he slides a hand inward, circling his thumb around your asshole. The pressure is foreign and makes you squirm and not a minute later you're cumming. You'd worry that Yuji's nearly drowning with the way your pussy is soaking his face, but he won't let you go.

Strong hands move to your thighs and hold you in place as he keeps licking at your twitching hole, gently cleaning you up. You whimper softly around Yuji's stiff cock when your hips jerk on instinct to pull away, the sensitivity making your head spin.

"Tastes so good baby," Yuji's out of breath, swiping his tongue lazily against your clit once more. He chuckles against you when you whine at the feeling. "God I can't get enough of you, wish I could do this for hours."

"Fuckin' knew I'd find you two in here."

It's almost comical the way you and Yuji move in sync, both of you peeling yourselves away from one another in record time and spinning around to see none other than your uncle Sukuna. He's shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click when he meets your eye, a dangerous glint shining in his.

"It's uh, it's not what it looks like," Yuji throws out the same tired excuse everyone tries.

As if you aren't both naked and sweaty, hair touseled and chests heaving as you sit atop opposite ends of Yuji's bed.

Sukuna lets out a sharp laugh, his arms coming to cross in front of his broad chest as he looks down his nose at the two of you. "You mean you two weren't just 69ing like a couple of amateurs?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest as a sweat breaks out across your forehead. You two are so screwed. One look at Yuji tells you enough to know that the idiot boy is still going to try and talk his way out of this but it's a lost cause. You're not even sure how long your uncle had been standing there because you never even heard the door open!

"Please, uncle Sukuna," your voice wavers in a way that you hate, "don't tell them. Y-you can't."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't." Sukuna spits the pet name at you so rudely it makes your stomach turn with disappointment remembering all the times your father used it as a term of endearment. "But what do i get for keepin' my mouth shut?"

You're at a loss for words. You think he can't possibly be serious right now but everything about his demeanor tells you that he is. Sukuna steps toward you, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up at him. The intensity in his gaze makes you shiver and his mouth splits into a wide smile.

"Your brother make you feel good?" Sukuna coos, "looked like he made you cum pretty hard."

Yuji's eyes are darting between you and Sukuna, just as dumbfounded as you are. The difference is that you still look scared, it's obvious by the look on your face and the way you're curling in on yourself. But Yuji is over that initial sense of panic, and watching the way his uncle's large hand easily wraps around your neck is making his cock twitch back to life.

Your breath hitches. You should be able to breathe just fine, Sukuna's hand is only resting around your throat, not squeezing. And yet it feels like you're not getting enough air.

"Need to find out for myself what's got this kid so whipped," Sukuna mutters before pulling you by your neck. He guides you off the bed and towards the ground until you're kneeling at his feet.

Yuji is enamored by the scene in front of him. It has never been like this between you two—such an obvious difference in power. It wasn't even something he'd considered because it's you, his darling sister. But now, he'll never be able to forget it.

Yuji will forever replay in his mind the silence as you obediently let Sukuna lead, and that flicker of reverence in your eyes that are otherwise swimming with unease.

"Open up, tongue out," Sukuna lightly slaps your cheek until you do as he says, letting your jaw fall slack. "Good girl."

He makes you wait like that, tongue lolled out of your mouth that's open wide while he undoes his pants and pulls them down. You feel like a damn dog, sitting at your owner's feet and awaiting your next command.

Sukuna sighs with relief when his hand grips his hard cock, pumping it a few times. He taps it against your tongue and your cheek before he pushes just the tip past your lips. Your mouth closes around him immediately, giving him a soft suck before he rewards you with more of his length.

Yuji hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from you two until Sukuna addresses him directly, snapping him out of his trance. "Gotta show you how to use her right. You've been too easy on her, I can tell."

Your worried gaze darts to your brother, seeking some help since you can't talk with your uncle's dick in your mouth. But he won't look at you now. His cheeks are tinted pink and he's keeping his lips sealed, refusing to stick his neck out for you.

"Yeah," Sukuna groans, rolling his hips into you. "She wasn’t even tryin' to get you off even after you made her cum."

A large hand grips the back of your head, holding you still. The hard floor is making your knees ache but you don't dare try to move. Spit is pooling in your mouth and you swallow it down with a struggle, the tiny movement snapping Sukuna's attention back to you. The wolfish grin on his face does nothing to placate your nerves.

"Your big brother's spoiled you, huh?" You were never meant to reply to Sukuna's question, but it's like he wanted to make sure you couldn't even try with the way he thrusts hard and fast into your mouth until you gag.

The head of your uncle's cock is pressed up against the back of your throat, making your eyes well up instantly. You're coughing around his length, lips sputtering as your body tries hopelessly to expel what's lodged in your throat. Of course all that does is make you constrict around Sukuna, eliciting another low groan from the man.

"Tightest fuckin' throat, I knew it." And with that he's got both hands on the sides of your head, gripping you like a vice as he starts rutting into your mouth. The thrusts start off shallow and fast, but he quickly gets tired of that. It's not getting enough of a reaction from you.

He's not deep enough.

He needs to be burying himself so far into your hot mouth that your nose is brushing against his pubes and his balls are slapping against your chin.

The tears that were resting in your waterline start to fall, forming pretty rivulets down your face that turn black as they drag your mascara with them. The spit in your mouth is starting to trickle out the corners, what doesn't escape just makes you cough harder each time you forget to breathe through your nose which is now running too. Within seconds your uncle has reduced you to little more than a sloppy toy for his pleasure.

Yuji's own breathing has become labored, his chest heaving and cock aching as he pumps it wildly. He loves his little sister, and he almost feels bad for finding this so hot, but you just look absolutely ruined. So pretty that you could be the star in one of his favorite pornos with the way you're crying and moaning while Sukuna fucks your face.

The best part is that through it all you just… let him.

Your hands are wrapped around his thighs, but you're not scratching or pushing, they're just there to ground yourself while you choke on his girth.

And the sounds. God, they're fucking obscene. Gagging and retching on Sukuna's cock, your lips slurping around him whenever you try to stop more drool from spilling out.

Sukuna's lost in it all too, his orgasm approaching rapidly. But right when you feel his dick starting to throb, pulsing against your tongue, he yanks you off of him.

"Fuck, almost came down that little throat. Feels so much better than the wife's," Sukuna grunts, addressing Yuji. You're hardly listening while gasping for air, taking whatever chance you get to try and wipe some of the mess off your face. "She takes it like a champ though, you got a nice slut for a sister huh?"

Yuji stutters, his hand slowing to stroke himself lazily, "y-yeah I do." It feels wrong to talk about you like that, especially with you kneeling there in front of them, but he's also so god damn horny.

"So start treating her like one," Sukuna snaps, giving your head a quick shove until you're falling into Yuji's legs. His free hand comes to stabilize you gently, and you look up at him with big pleading eyes. He knows that you're begging him silently—the only way you can with your throat bruised and sore—to not listen to your uncle.

"C'mon sis, I'll be fast. I promise," Yuji strokes your head softly and you let out a tiny whine. But of course you listen. You open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out and sitting still just like you did for your uncle as your brother now slides his shaft down your throat. "Fuuuck, that feels good," Yuji groans loudly, earning him a glare from Sukuna.

"So damn loud. You want your aunt to hear us in here?"

Yuji's mouth shuts and he shakes his head quickly before letting it fall back with his eyes closed. He's trying to focus all his energy on his climax now, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Always thought you were more like me than your dad," Sukuna comments, earning a confused look from Yuji. "You're fucked up too. An asshole, even though you've got that nice guy act all figured out."

Sukuna's rough palm glides along his length, his fingers wrapped tight as he fists his cock. Yuji shakes his head again, "'m not fucked u-up. Not like you."

Sukuna barks out that deep laugh of his, seemingly forgetting already about your aunt that he was so concerned about just a minute ago. "You sure about that?"

"Mhmn, I'm—haah, fuck," Yuji's whining while he tries to protest in his defense.

"Then how come you're fuckin' your sisters face so hard she looks like she's about to pass out?"

Yuji's head whips forward like he's not sure what the hell Sukuna's talking about, but it's true. Your eyes are rolling back, face red and wet with snot, spit and tears. That's when he realizes that your nose is just as stuffed up as your throat from all the crying. You're tapping weakly against his thigh and moaning around him.

"Shit," Yuji curses under his breath. "I'm so close baby, m'sorry," his voice cracks as the pitch raises, and he sounds so needy it's hard not to feel bad for him. "Just a little longer, I swear. You can do that for me right?"

You really want to be able to. Yuji does so much for you and you want to reciprocate but you're worried that you may actually faint. Your hand is now slapping at Yuji's leg desperately but he ignores you. When you whine loudly in a panic he finally stops, but only because the vibrations feel so good he has to bury himself to the hilt inside your throat so he can feel them when he finishes.

"Cumming, 'm cumming—fuck!" He holds you there while the bitter taste of his cum floods your mouth. Black specks start to apppear in the corners of your vision as you anxiously try to swallow everything Yuji's giving you, your cloudy mind determined to not waste a drop.

"There you go. Swallow it all like a good girl." Sukuna's so close too. Enthralled by the vision of your throat bobbing desperately, your fucked-out face all red and puffy, and Yuji's long cock sliding out from between your glossy lips.

Sukuna knows he would be completely and utterly fucked if his wife came looking for him right now. Especially because he's not sure he'd stop even if she burst through the door screaming at him.

You, on the other hand, can't even spare an ounce of energy to think about the rest of your family in this moment because you can breathe again. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to clear your blurry vision but before you know it you're being grabbed again.

"Come here," Sukuna rasps, "shit, I'm gonna—lemme cum in your mouth too, yeah?"

Hesitantly, you stick your tongue out for Sukuna, but he's never had the best aim. Your eyes squeeze shut just in time and you wince when you feel spurt after spurt of your uncles hot release landing all over your face. "Ah fuck, I'm sorry kid," he apologizes without a hint of remorse, "I tried."

Yuji is now certain that he really isn't as good of a person as he thought, since the feeling he's experiencing most in this moment is pure adoration. Not guilt, not sympathy as you start to sniffle, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the humiliation. No, all your brother can think about is how perfect you look as a complete mess for him and his uncle.

He squats beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you slump into his chest. Petting your head gently, he gives you soft praises about how well you did for him and Sukuna, how good you made them feel. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and it's enough for you to nearly forget about everything they just put you through.

In fact, you almost forgot that Sukuna was even in the room until he's grumbling at you two while tucking himself back into his pants. "Clean up. I'm supposed to make sure you kids are ready when the food is, I don't need the wife bitchin' at me cause you aren't."

Oh yeah, family dinner. The reason you're all back at your parents house in the first place.

"dad, it hurts," your voice is all whiny in a way that makes toji's dick twitch inside your heat.

of course you're complaining to him about that even though it's your fault. your pussy is so god damn wet, a creamy white ring pooling around the base of his cock, and you're still strangling it. toji can't even remember the last time he was inside someone this tight.

"you fuckin' hear yourself?" he’s teasing you, his lips brushing up against your ear. the closer he leans into you the more he forces your back to arch, only shoving his cock even deeper in your stomach. "cryin’ for your daddy cause you can't take his dick.”

he's never spoken to you this way. so condescending it makes you feel even smaller than you already did with his body caging you in against the mattress.

all you can do is whimper and try to breathe through the stretch as he splits you in half, but you must be doing something right since that earns you some rare praise. "atta girl, keep breathin' just like that." your heart flutters at the sincerity, making your body finally relax into him.

the change is immediate. the pain between your thighs dissipates nearly entirely as a wave of pleasure overwhelms you instead. there's a sharp inhale above you, "fuck, that got you close already?"

you stutter, struggling to form a proper sentence, “i-i think—“

"spit it out, kid," toji grunts low and loud beside your head. "you gonna cum for me?"

you hiccup and a fresh stream of tears dribbles down your cheeks as you choke out a high pitched, "mmhmn!"

cute. "go on," he goads, "do it. soak my cock like a good little slut, yeah? make your dad proud."

he's shameless. and how could he not be? you’re drenched, slick enough that he's sliding along your walls so easy. if you weren't as fucking tight as you are, his dick would've slipped out of your cunt a million times already.

his breath is hot and his lips soft as he presses a quick kiss behind your ear—another a gesture more gentle than you thought possible from him in this moment. "daddy's gonna take care of ya. i'll make sure you're leakin' all over your mom's side of the bed."

that should have snapped you out of your cockdrunk haze. your poor mother. away on a business trip, completely oblivious to the way her husband is fucking their precious daughter back at home on the bed they share every night.

and you. you just beg for toji to keep going with a desperation you’ve never heard from yourself before. "please! don't s-stop—need you, dad please.”

the deep laugh that erupts from toji makes your eyebrows furrow with confusion because your dizzy mind can't figure out why he finds you so funny. “daaad please!" his voice jumps up an octave, mocking you with another laugh before returning to normal. "if only you could see yourself right now, princess. it's pathetic."

you suppose you can't even disagree with that because those words and a particularly hard thrust are all it takes for you to fall apart completely. eyes screwed shut and moaning into the pillow, you cum harder than you ever have before.

for a brief second while you’re shaking beneath him, toji thinks that maybe he should at least pull out for your sake. and then he thinks that he must really love his daughter because he's never had that sliver of consideration for anyone else.

but that's all it is—a sliver of consideration, a thought. it's not enough to stop him from ramming his cock into you one last time, plugging you up as his balls twitch and he unloads rope after rope of his seed into you.

when toji finally leans back and releases your head, that allows you to crane your aching neck to glance between your legs. all you find is a mess of you and your dad's cum, thick and white, dripping slowly onto your parents sheets from where your bodies are still connected.

you’re sitting on his lap, toes curled helplessly, eyes rolled back and tears pooling at your lash line as you drool around his fingers, and suguru’s always thought you were the prettiest thing—or so kenjaku remembers—but this might be the most beautiful you’ve ever been. crying just for him.

it’s almost infuriating how calm he is. condescending, even. slapping your clit lightly with three fingers when he thinks you’re not listening, all because he knows it’ll get you to squeal his name. he gets off on the way your plush lips pout when he’s mean. and oh, has he been mean.

he supposes he’s always been a bit harsh on you. but it’s been particularly apparent as of late, given he’s been sneaking into your room while you were asleep just to finger your needy pussy. for research. he’s taken his time mapping out the spots that make your brows twitch and your thighs press together around his wrist. he knows exactly how much pressure you like, the angle to crook his fingers when he wants you to tremble, the moment to pull away so your pussy’s fluttering around nothing, barely teetering on the edge. and he uses it to his advantage.

“you need me?” suguru laughs, echoing your babbles. “need your big brother to help you cum? hm? is that right?”

he finds humor in the way you clench around him. revels in the fact that you’re just as fucked.

“that’s right. my pretty little sister needs me to fuck her properly.”

his hands hook under your knees for leverage, lifting your legs from the arms of his chair. spreading you wide so the followers below can watch.

their eyes are piercing. you can feel them watching suguru pull out to his tip, the whole room holding its breath so the sound your bodies make echoes when he pushes back in. they’re getting off on you—your pussy, your expression, your bottom lip bit red by your teeth. your pretty tits. perky nipples begging to be rolled beneath someone’s tongue.

you shut your eyes with a whimper, looking away. “suguru...”

“don’t worry, baby,” he coos, leaning over to kiss your shoulder. “suguru’s got you. you’ve got me... no one except me.”

you can’t deny that. he’s easily agitated by those he deems as beneath him, and you can’t afford to offend. you’d have nowhere to go. no friends. no family.

he neglects to mention that it’s his fault, partly because he believes he’s done the right thing. your friends were so easily bribed. or blackmailed. your parents, so easily killed. they all deserved it.

"but it is his room," suguru mused. dexterous fingers slipped between your legs as you tried to reply, fingertips gliding along the lacy fabric of your panties, applying just enough pressure to distract you.

"or maybe you wanted him to see us. you have your own room, don't you? we could've gone there instead."

you shook your head lightly and smacked your dry lips in an attempt to find some words for him, but all you achieved was a low groan as the motion sent a wave of dizziness through you. maybe if you had more awareness you would have reminded him that he was the one who led you here. he was the one that got you drunk and then wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side and leaning down to your ear so he could ask if you wanted to go upstairs with him.

suguru had always been aware of your little crush, you really couldn't have been more obvious. so he already expected it when you nodded dumbly and stumbled along behind him, straight into your brother's room.

and now your skirt is bunched around your hips with your shirt tugged up high enough to let your tits fall out. those lace panties you'd chosen specially for suguru have been rudely yanked to the side, giving satoru a clear view of his baby sister's pretty cunt being stuffed full of his best friend's fingers.

"fuck, she looks so tight." satoru's breathless, his stiff cock resting in his hand as he jerks himself off to the sight in front of him.

"she is," suguru hums, scissoring his fingers in a way that makes you squirm, a small whine tumbling out of your throat. "poor thing can barely handle this, i'm not sure i'll fit."

he speaks with amusement because he knows that no matter what, you will take him. he’s been imagining what it'd feel like to be buried inside his best friend's little sister for so long, he can’t keep himself from you anymore. especially because suguru was only restraining himself out of fear of what satoru might think.

and then he found out just how depraved his friend really is when he walked in on satoru stroking his cock, a dirty pair of your sleep shorts pressed up to his nose.

he tried to play it off at first, but suguru knew they were yours, he'd seen you in them countless times. such a cute pair, they always gave him the perfect outline of your pretty pussy when you'd bend over in them.

your eyes drift between suguru and satoru, but you can't make out what they are saying. their words sound muffled, muted by the ringing in your ears and the bass from the party still going on downstairs. though it hardly matters. even if you could hear what they were saying, the only thing you're able to focus on now is the uncomfortable feeling pooling low in your stomach.

your hands scramble to claw at suguru's arm, your brows pinched together with an expression as close to a look of concern as you can manage. "w-wai… sugu," you breathe.

suguru gives you his attention, more curious as to whether you'll be able to form the words you want than what you actually have to say. his fingers slow to a languid rhythm, his thumb hooking around your pelvis to rub lightly against your clit.

after several failed attempts to communicate where your sentences were cut off by a loud moan and a twitch of your hips, you finally manage three little words, "n-need to go."

"go? you don't wanna be here with me?" the fake hurt in suguru's voice registers all too real in your hazy mind and panic strikes in your chest once more.

you'd never want to upset suguru, you care about him too much.

"bathroom…" you whine as you make a pathetic attempt to push suguru's hands away. it’s the best explanation you can offer at the moment.

he doesn't budge an inch, but the pitiful sight of you causes the corners of his lips to quirk up, similar to the way satoru's cock twitches in his grasp.

you're just coherent enough to know that what you're feeling is wrong. as suguru touches you, you're not experiencing the the normal pressure of an impending orgasm. instead, it's a worrying pressure that makes you try to wriggle out of suguru's grasp.

he knows exactly what you're feeling.

your bladder is so full that it's starting to ache. you're past the point of being able to completely hold it in and the once creamy slick that coated suguru's hand has turned watery. it’s louder each time he plunges his fingers back into your tight heat, and messier as the wetness starts to splash onto his wrist.

with your heart racing in your chest, you make one last futile attempt to persuade your brother's friend to let you up so that you can make a run for the toilet. "s-stop! please i—."

"fuck, i'm so close. keep going," satoru interrupts. his cock is throbbing in his palm, his pupils are blown so wide you can hardly tell the color of his irises.

it's already bad enough being forced to endure whatever suguru wants to put you through under your brother's heated gaze. but that embarrassment reaches impossible heights when suguru plunges his fingers deep inside your sopping cunt one last time, using his other hand to press down onto your stomach until a steady stream of piss is leaking out of you.

satoru is ruined. the moment he sees the glaringly obvious look of shame on your face, he can't stop the obscene moan of your name that slips past his lips as he shoots thick ropes of cum into his hand.

he knows that he's beyond fucked up for this. he can try to reason with himself that it wasn't his idea and that makes it better, but he knows that's a lie. at the end of the day, he just cared about getting to see his best friend humiliate his little sister more than anything else, and there's no salvation from that.

but you just look so pretty with your cheeks flushed red, your eyes glassy with tears as you look anywhere but at them. you can't bear to meet their eyes.

"such a messy girl… just like your brother." suguru stares at the way satoru's cum is dripping onto the floor of his room as his cock softens in his hand. it's nothing compared to the near puddle that you've made on the bed.

your skirt is soaked through as you remain held in place, laying in your own pee as suguru finally slips his hand out of your sore pussy.

you hate them both.

you hate that you trusted either of them to take care of you.

you hate that there was an inexplicable swell to your ego when you saw how hard your brother came just from watching you.