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Visit my website to see where else you can find my work, follow my socials, or support me!", "writing": "Ashley tossed a bundle of red rope into the air, watching it ascend, slowly succumb to gravity, and then finally fall, landing into the palm of her extended hand. She then did it again and again, entertaining herself like a literal cat at this point.\n\nThe material felt nice against her fingers, soft, made out of the nicest cotton that she could find at Walmart.\n\nAnd it just happened to be a cotton that was going to be hugging her naked body soon enough.\n\nThe thought made Ashley grin, shivering with a pleasant little excitement. She didn't think that she was much of a degenerate but it turned out that being open about fucking your brother did a lot for a girl's kinky side, exposing her to all sorts of fun little fetishes that looked pretty interesting to explore.\n\nToday it was bondage, but who knew, maybe tomorrow was going to be collars or spanking or spitting or...\n\nShe wasn't able to revel in the depths of her depravity for too long as the door to the motel soon opened and Andrew lumbered in. He looked adorable in his winter coat and toque, like some sort of puffed-up little dog. Sadly, he had forgotten his mitts as he was blowing hot air into his pale hands.\n\n``It's fucking freezing out there,'' Andrew grumbled.\n\nAshley smirked. ``Damn. I guess you'll have to give up smoking then.'' She caught the rope one last time and then placed it on the table. ``Whatever will we do.''\n\n``Nah, it's not quite that bad,'' Andrew murmured, pulling his toque off and placing it upon the coat rack next to the door. It was followed promptly by his jacket. ``Just cold enough that you'll have to hear me bitch about it every single day for the next few months.''\n\n``Jesus, I'm literally in hell,'' Ashley jeered.\n\nAndrew scoffed and made his way over to the couch. ``Not yet.'' He nodded towards the rope. ``I mean, unless you're planning to take the fast pass or something.'' He leaned against the back of the sofa, looking down at her. ``Might need something a little stronger than that though. Looks like it'd probably break under your weight.''\n\nAshley glared at him.\n\n``What? I'm just stating facts,'' Andrew teased, defensively holding out one of his hands.\n\n``Do you think about it often?'' Ashley asked, pursing her lips together. ``Thinking about leaving me behind.''\n\n``Every single day,'' Andrew replied.\n\nThough there was no real bite behind his words, at least not anymore. It seemed that she had almost grown on him since their little incident at their parents' place. The sensation was strange, to say the least, refreshing and even a little confusing.\n\nAshley had never been wanted before. It was honestly kind of nice.\n\n``But no, I'm not planning to hang myself,'' Ashley said, folding her arms in front of her chest. ``It's for a little trust exercise that I want to do with you.''\n\n``A trust exercise?'' Andrew asked, stepping around the sofa and settling down into a chair next to Ashley. He reached for a pack of gum on the table and popped a stick into his mouth. Another improvement that had been made since the night they'd spent with mom and dad. ``What do you have in mind?''\n\nAshley pushed herself up, turning to smile at him. ``Well, you know how you like to blame me for everything?''\n\n``Because you're often to blame for everything,'' Andrew ribbed, winking at her. ``But go on.''\n\nAshley glared at him and refused to speak. She knew his games and wasn't about to play them. \n\nThe two of them lingered like that, frozen in a stand-off as they looked across the divide at one another.\n\nIn the end, Andrew sighed. ``Fine, I suppose you're not responsible for all of the awful stuff that we've done.'' He grinned at her. ``Only seventy percent of it.''\n\n``Make it fifty,'' Ashley shot back.\n\nAndrew sighed. ``Fine, fine, I guess I'll concede and split our responsibilities fifty-fifty. Anyways, get back to your point.''\n\n``Well...'' Ashley reached out and grabbed the rope, tossing it towards him. His eyes widened but he managed to catch it, placing the bundle in his lap. ``I was thinking that we could put ourselves in a position where you're the one in charge for once.''\n\nAndrew looked at the rope and cocked a brow. ``Is this a sex thing?''\n\n``It's a trust thing,'' Ashley retorted, rolling her eyes. ``That...''\n\n``Just happens to also be a sex thing?'' Andrew asked, smiling at her.\n\n``Can't we multitask,'' Ashley grumbled.\n\n``I just want to hear you say it,'' Andrew teased, tearing open the paper sleeve and starting to unravel the cord. ``Because I sometimes think that you don't appreciate how much of a freak you really are.''\n\n``That's rich coming from the sister-fucker,'' Ashley shot back.\n\nAndrew smirked. ``Pot calling the kettle black?''\n\n``What are you talking about?'' Ashley asked, sticking out her tongue at him. ``I'm not a sister-fucker. Anyways...'' She cleared her throat. ``What I was thinking is that maybe you could tie me up and then take control for a little while. How does that sound?''\n\nAndrew worked his jaw and looked at the rope, feeling it between his fingers. Ashley watched him as he did so, wondering what could possibly be going on in his mind right now. He seemed oddly apprehensive, nervous about it even.\n\nShe couldn't help but notice that his jaw had clenched, almost instinctively.\n\nWas he going to decline?\n\n``Fuck it,'' he finally said, looking up at her. ``I think this sounds like it could be pretty fun. And me and Julia were trying out something pretty similar before we uh...'' He suddenly looked quite dark.\n\nAshley smirked at him. ``You don't need to worry about that hussy.''\n\n``I can worry about this one instead,'' Andrew retorted, scoffing as he forced a smile. His voice sounded a little strained, burdened with the ghosts of the past. ``But yeah, we were experimenting with this kind of stuff before we broke up. So, maybe it'll be fun to practice it on someone else.''\n\n``Someone with bigger tits?'' Ashley teased, leering at him. ``And a fatter ass.''\n\n``You do have a pretty fat ass,'' Andrew said as he nodded along to what she said.\n\nWithout any further comments, he got to his feet, winding the rope around his palm and elbow. He coiled it around again and again, doing so purposefully and ensuring that there were no knots in the bundle of rope. Still, he didn't look overly pleased when he reached the end of it.\n\n``What's the matter?'' Ashley asked, biting her lip.\n\nAndrew hummed. ``Not going to have very much material to work with here.''\n\nHe pondered this fact for a moment, plucking at the rope. Occasionally he would look up and study Ashley before glancing back down at the material while loudly clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.\n\nIn the end, he nodded to himself. ``I think I have something in mind.''\n\n``I'm excited,'' Ashley teased.\n\nAndrew looked back up and cocked a brow, seeming so expectant about something. \n\nAshley, for her part, just continued to stay there, offering a coy little smile in exchange. ``Yes, Andy, sweetie?''\n\n``It's Andrew,'' Andrew retorted, sounding quite sharp. ``That's rule number one.''\n\n``Oh, I have rules now,'' Ashley said, her smile shifting from merely coy to downright wolfish in quality. She even batted her lashes at him, doing everything to seem as sickly sweet as possible.. ``I hope you know that I'm going to break every single one of them.''\n\n``Is that so?'' Andrew asked. He didn't seem too perturbed about this fact, maintaining his own cocky little smoulder. ``I'll have to keep that in mind.'' He shifted away from his perch and moved towards the bed, plopping down upon the edge of it. ``Because it'll be funny when you finally cave to me.''\n\nAshley rolled her eyes. She had known Andrew for well... her entire life. He wasn't the kind of guy who could make her cave to anything. Still, she supposed that she could placate him for now, considering this little trust exercise was her idea. It would be wrong of her to act up and cause issues too soon.\n\n``So how do you want to do this?'' she asked.\n\nAndrew hummed. ``Are we doing this with or without clothing?''\n\n``Why? Do you want to see your little sister naked?'' Ashley jeered. Yet, her tone bore no real hostility. ``Freak.''\n\n``I mean I could do this clothed,'' Andrew replied, shrugging. If her comment had gotten under his skin, it was impossible to really tell. ``I was asking for your sake more than anything else.''\n\nAshley flushed and looked off to the side. She could admit that she wanted sex but that would mean caving and admitting that she wanted it in the first place. Why wasn't Andrew more of a horn-dog and asking her to put out?\n\n``Regardless, I'm going to need you to stand here,'' Andrew said.\n\nAshley stirred and got off of the couch, making her way over. She stood in front of Andrew, folding her hands in front of her chest. \n\nA part of her wondered if he could see the slight dusting of red which now coloured her cheeks.\n\nStill, even with her standing there, he didn't budge, looking as calm and collected as ever. It took a few moments before he reached out and touched a hand to her side, feeling the material of her sweater between his fingers. ``Yeah, I should be able to work with this outfit. It isn't too loose so there isn't really any risk of the binds slipping.''\n\n``That's good,'' Ashley replied.\n\nAndrew's hand moved up her side, his eyes traveling along with it. Occasionally, he would glance away from her body and look at the rope. Whatever he was planning, it was impossible to anticipate, lost behind his stoic mask.\n\n``You know I don't mind being naked, right?'' Ashley asked.\n\nAndrew scoffed. ``Do you want to do this naked?''\n\n``I...'' Ashley bit her lip. ``I mean if you want me to be naked.''\n\n``I mean I'm cool with whatever,'' Andrew said, shrugging. His smile had turned so wonderfully devilishly. He wasn't going to let her play this game, that much was obvious. When had he learned to toy with her like this? ``I want to do whatever you're more comfortable with, okay?''\n\n``Right, right,'' Ashley said.\n\nHow exactly were they going to fuck if she was fully dressed? These shorts weren't exactly loose.\n\n``Honestly, I was just going to tie you up and put on some superhero movies or something,'' Andrew commented, looking up and meeting her eye. He then winked at her. ``I heard the new Marvel movie is pretty good.''\n\nOh no, a fate worse than death.\n\n``Okay, I'm stripping,'' Ashley huffed, reaching for the bottom of her sweater and lifting it over her head. \n\nIt was snug but came away easily enough, revealing her thin pale body. The hunger was a distant memory but its effects were still there, seen in the lingering remains of once protruded ribs. Still, her body had begun to recover with her breasts now filling the cups of her polka dotted bra quite nicely.\n\nAndrew leaned back upon the bed, taking in the view. He seemed a little more at ease now, keeping his eyes upon her mostly naked torso. There was something about his expression that Ashley couldn't quite place. Maybe it was confidence. He did ooze that, after all, looking like a smarmy little prick who knew that he was utterly in control of the situation.\n\nOr maybe it was longing... it was so hard to tell sometimes.\n\n``I guess I won't say no to sex,'' he teased.\n\nAshley scoffed. ``You know that you wanted this more than me.''\n\n``Is that so?'' Andrew asked, humming before finally shrugging his shoulders. ``I don't know, I'm pretty lukewarm on it.''\n\n``Lukewarm?'' Ashley asked, glaring at him.\n\nAndrew nodded. ``I kind of like it more when you're the one who's desperate for it. Makes me remember that I'm not the freak when it comes to our... relationship. I'm just the poor older brother who is doing everything in his power to make his little sister happy.''\n\n``I'm going to bite your dick off,'' Ashley huffed.\n\n``That seems a little self-sabotaging,'' Andrew retorted, winking at her. ``You kind of like it more than I do.''\n\nAshley reached out and flicked his forehead. The impact made him flinch and she couldn't help but giggle as he glared at her. At the very least, it had temporarily gotten rid of that cocky little smile which seemed like it was never going to leave.\n\nThis allowed her to continue with her impromptu little striptease as she started to wiggle out of her shorts, pulling them down and revealing a baggy pair of salmon-coloured boxers.\n\n``Are those mine?'' Andrew asked.\n\nAshley nodded. ``Your boxers are more comfortable than my panties.'' She gently eased her hips forward, wiggling her lower half from side-to-side. ``Would you like to take them off for me?''\n\nAndrew looked like he was about to say something smart. Yet, if he was, he held back, biting his tongue. Instead, he hooked his finger under the waistband and started to ease them down, drawing them lower and lower, inch by methodical inch.\n\nAshley grinned like an absolute brat as she noticed the subtle little shifts in his demeanour. He could play tough and distant but she could see the little sparkle in his eye as he helped strip her. There was a perverse hunger lingering just under the surface, waiting for a chance to come forth and assert itself.\n\nHe wanted this just as badly as she did. There was no denying that.\n\n``Cute,'' Andrew said, seeming pleased at having finally revealed her trimmed bush. He carefully ran his index finger through the well-manicured forest. ``You kept it.''\n\n``You said that you liked it,'' Ashley said.\n\nAndrew nodded and finally yanked her boxers all the way down, exposing her lower lips to the room. They glistened, just a little, a thin strand of something thick connecting her pink lips together.\n\nAshley blushed as she rubbed her thighs together.\n\nAndrew moved his hand down and dragged his thumb along the length of her sex, starting at the clit and moving slowly along their length until his digit rested against her taint. The gesture was modest, yet it was still enough to make Ashley shiver, biting her lip with a poorly concealed anticipation.\n\nHe then did the same in reverse, collecting more of her essence upon his fingers as he progressed backwards, in the opposite direction. His journey didn't stop until he rested his thumb upon her clit, pressing down upon it and gently massaging the little nub. \n\nThe gesture actually managed to make Ashley moan as a thin note escaped her. As that little noise slipped free, her cheeks promptly brightened to an intense shade of red, burning as she saw how proud he looked about getting her to make that noise.\n\n``Fuck you,'' she grumbled.\n\nAndrew chuckled. ``I mean, that's the plan.''\n\nHe brought his thumb towards his mouth, resting it against his lips. It lingered there for a second before he grinned and popped it inside, suckling her juices off. All the while he forced eye contact, even winking at her as he did so, clearly making a show of savouring the taste.\n\nIt was all too much and Ashley forced her gaze away, feeling her cheeks burn so brightly. ``How are you so good at this?''\n\n``Practice,'' Andrew teased. ``Those hussies were good for something after all.''\n\n``I guess they were,'' Ashley replied, failing to hide her disdain for them. Yet, she knew that she was failing terribly. \n\nShe reached behind herself, fiddling with the straps of her bra. This was the final little barrier that stood between herself and Andrew, the last piece of apparel which concealed even a little bit of her body. It kind of felt strange to be almost entirely naked while her brother was still fully dressed. There was almost some sort of power dynamic there and she... well... she honestly kind of liked it.\n\nFinally, she managed to pop the straps open, pulling her bra away from her body. Her breasts soon succumbed to gravity, hanging plush and heavy in the middle of the air.\n\n``There...'' Ashley said, discarding this final piece of apparel. ``I'm all yours.''\n\n``Almost wish that I had a collar,'' Andrew commented.\n\nAshley flushed. ``Pardon?''\n\n``Kidding, kidding, just wanted to see how you would react to that.'' Andrew offered a coy little smile, scoffing at the statement. ``Though I have to admit, it almost seemed like you were pretty into the idea there for a second.''\n\n``Shut up,'' Ashley grumbled.\n\nAndrew did just that as he drew the rope around his arm once again. When he had the entire length coiled between his elbow and palm, he then got to his feet and moved around her, taking position at her back. He rested a hand upon her naked side, tenderly stroking it. His touch was so warm against her otherwise cool body. It was kind, familiar, and intensely intimate.\n\n``Ready for this little trust exercise?'' he asked, leaning forward to kiss the back of her neck.\n\nAshley nodded and couldn't help but rest a hand upon him. ``Yeah.''\n\nShe was well beyond being simply ready. She was downright eager, willing, desperate to see how this quirky little game would play out. At this point, she doubted that she could even continue with this little facade if he asked her about it. This was a sex thing, plain and simple.\n\n``You look kind of cute when you're nervous,'' Andrew teased.\n\nAshley's cheek somehow brightened to an even more intense shade of red. ``Shut the fuck up.''\n\n``I don't think that I will,'' Andrew replied, wrapping his arms around her. His breath was warm as it brushed against her ear, each note delivered in the form of a husky whisper. ``My little sister deserves to know how cute she looks when she's being a perverted little slut.''\n\nAshley shuddered. ``I hate you.''\n\n``Then tell me to stop,'' Andrew jabbed. ``I'm all for active and enthusiastic consent.''\n\n``Yeah, I'm sure those people you ate were very enthusiastic with their consent,'' Ashley ribbed.\n\nAndrew shrugged. ``Who knows what mom and dad were into. Maybe they would've gotten their rocks off at the thought of getting eaten. You did see what they had in their closet, didn't you? They were perverted little freaks, just like us.''\n\nAshley should've been disgusted by that, she really should've. Yet, for some strange and sick reason, she actually laughed at that, giggling at first. It wasn't long before it devolved into a string of raw laughter which was accented with occasional hiccupping snorts. ``Jesus, dude, what a fucking thing to say when you have a naked girl in your arms.''\n\n``You started it,'' Andrew replied.\n\nHe drew away but remained close, taking a knee. Carefully, he started to wind the rope around her torso, just under her breasts. The way he did so was peculiar as he had folded the entire length of rope in half before doing so.\n\n``Well no wonder you're complaining about not having enough rope. You're wasting so much of it,'' Ashley said.\n\nAndrew shook his head. ``This is how you do shibari safely.''\n\n``Shibari?'' Ashley asked. ``I think I heard about that. It's that really cool looking Japanese bondage, right?''\n\nAndrew nodded. ``By the way, since I want to do this properly, we need a safeword. Something that you can say if things start to get a little uncomfortable or hurt or whatever. You know what I'm saying?''\n\n``Oh, are we getting Fifty Shades in here?'' Ashley jeered.\n\n``Nope,'' Andrew commented, continuing to loop the rope around. He didn't tie a knot, instead layering the rope overtop of itself to create tension in order to secure it in place. ``I am very much trying to be better than Fifty Shades.''\n\n``Well, what should our safeword be then?'' Ashley asked.\n\nAndrew smirked. ``How about `Andrew is the best and always right about everything'?''\n\nAshley scoffed.\n\n``What?'' Andrew chided.\n\nAshley shook her head. ``That sounds way too wordy.''\n\n``I suppose you're right,'' Andrew said, cinching her binds. They were tight but not too tight, feeling snug but not actually getting to the point of causing any discomfort. This wasn't anything like how she imagined this going. ``How about we keep it simple? Yellow if you need me to slow down, red if you need me to stop. You know, like a traffic light?''\n\n``Like a traffic light,'' Ashley replied, nodding. ``I can work with that.''\n\nAndrew didn't say anything further and instead focused upon his work. With the initial bind just below her bosom, he then created an intricate criss-crossing pattern that formed around her breasts, framing them nicely. As the binds tightened, the rope squeezed them, acting almost like a bra as it supported her tits.\n\nHonestly, it felt nice, lighting up some sinful little voice which lingered at the back of Ashley's brain. Maybe, she would have to apologize to Julia. After all, she couldn't have been all bad if she brought out this side in Andrew.\n\n...\n\nNah, she wasn't about to give that bitch even an inch of leeway. Just because this was fun didn't mean that she was suddenly a good person.\n\n``How did you learn about this stuff?'' Ashley asked.\n\nAndrew hummed. ``Julia read a BDSM fanfiction involving a polycule from a game she liked and she asked me if I'd be willing to try something like that out. Did some reading and well... here we are.''\n\n``Minus Julia,'' Ashley teased.\n\nAndrew sighed. ``Minus Julia. But I guess that means that I'll just have to practice on you instead.''\n\n``Oh no,'' Ashley teased, batting her lashes. ``Is this me benefiting from the repercussions of being an awful person?''\n\nAndrew scoffed and didn't say anything to that, instead finishing up with the chest harness. It would seem that he had just enough rope left in order to do something small. He hummed and hawed, trying to figure out what exactly that something would be as he waved this last little length of rope back and forth through the air.\n\nIn the end, he tapped at the segment of rope which wove between her breasts. ``Could you place your wrists here?''\n\nAshley nodded and did just that, layering them one over top of one another with both facing down.\n\nYet, this didn't seem to please Andrew as he shook his head. ``Nah, with your wrists together.'' He looked up at Ashley and mimicked a praying gesture. ``That way we can minimize any pressure upon your arteries and I won't have to worry about cutting off your blood circulation or something.'' He scoffed. ``Last thing I need to worry about is taking you to the hospital because your hand has gone black.''\n\n``Smart,'' Ashley quipped, adjusting her hands so that they were just the way he liked, palm resting against palm as if she were praying.\n\nAndrew nodded. ``I have my moments.''\n\nFinally, he looped the rope around her wrists, using the very last of it to secure her hands to her torso. The bondage wasn't impossibly tight, but as he secured the last of the rope, she knew that she was now utterly at his mercy.\n\nAnd that was where the trust exercise began.\n\nThere was no way out of here without Andrew's help and he could do whatever he liked to her at this moment. That fact filled her with both a strange anticipation and also a healthy dose of anxious fear. She wasn't used to having to rely on others. Or at least, relying on them without completely controlling the situation beforehand.\n\nAndrew looked her over, smiling as he did so. For a moment, it looked like he might do something, take advantage of her predicament. In the end, however, he simply slipped off to the side and moved towards the sofa.\n\n``Where are you going?'' Ashley whined.\n\nAndrew paused. ``Oh, I was going to watch the news or something.'' He winked at her. ``Unless you wanted to do something else.''\n\n``You have a pretty girl tied up, on your bed, and you want to watch the fucking news?'' Ashley snarled, shaking her head. She was utterly in disbelief about this. ``What the fuck, Andy? Are you some kind of faggot or something?''\n\n``That's not my name,'' Andrew chided, turning away and continuing on his journey. ``And it isn't nice to call people that, Ashley.'' He waved at her as he settled down upon the couch. ``You just stay there and I'll untie you in fifteen minutes or something.''\n\nAshley huffed. ``Asshole.''\n\n``Not doing yourself any favours there,'' Andrew teased in an irritating singsong manner. It was enough to make her clench her teeth.\n\nAshley growled and said nothing, trying to figure out what exactly he was playing at. Her desperation grew more pronounced as he turned on the TV and she heard some news anchor talking about the death toll of a chemical accident in Aland.\n\n``Andrew...'' Ashley began.\n\nAndrew turned down the TV, reducing it to a murmur. ``Yeah?''\n\n``Would you please...'' Ashley sighed.\n\nAndrew hummed. ``You'll need to speak up.''\n\nAshley's cheeks burned with such a lovely shade of red. A part of her wanted to snarl and shoot down his insane ego. Yet, she couldn't deny that he held all of the cards right now and she needed to trust him to do what was right.\n\nThat was the whole point of this exercise, right?\n\n``Could you please fuck me?'' Ashley asked.\n\nAndrew chuckled and turned off the TV. ``Yeah, sure, I guess I could do that.'' He winked at her. ``I had no idea you wanted to do something like that.''\n\nAs he stood up and faced the bed, Ashley couldn't help but notice the distinct bulge which lingered in the crotch of his pants. It made her smile, realizing that he probably planned to use her regardless of what she said.\n\nShe couldn't help but laugh, grinning at him. ``Fucking knew it.''\n\nAndrew hummed and met her eye before purposefully looking down at his crotch. ``Yeah, I guess that is a little bit of a tell, isn't it?''\n\nHe walked over and stood before her, resting a hand upon her shoulder and pushed her back onto the bed.\n\nAshley laughed as she landed upon the mattress, sprawling out. Without hands, there was nothing to break her fall. All she could really do was lay there, offering a shit eating grin and waiting for Andrew to do as he wished.\n\nLowkey, that was kind of hot as fuck.\n\nAndrew scoffed and stood there, running a hand through his hair. ``God, do you have any smile that doesn't reek of being a shit-eating little goblin?''\n\n``Nope!'' Ashley replied with an equally goblin-like smile.\n\nAndrew shook his head but didn't comment further. Instead, he reached down and fiddled with his pants, unbuckling his belt. He did so slowly, as if teasing her, drawing out the moment as long as humanly possible.\n\nIt was frustrating, making Ashley squirm. She wasn't much for getting teased, even less so when it came from her brother.\n\nAndrew seemed to know this, his smile only growing more devilish with every painfully slow second that he took. Still, he eventually tossed his belt aside and was quicker with his fly, popping it open and dragging the zipper down. His jeans lingered for a moment, held up by his sizeable bulge. Yet, he managed to ease them below this point as he finally exposed his boxers. They were tented outwards with a distinct wet spot lingering right under the tip.\n\nHe winked at her before pulling them down completely, allowing his shaft to spring free. ``Ta-da!''\n\nHis cock twitched and looked like a satisfying treat, long and thick, being a little above average in terms of its dimensions. The sight of it was enough to make Ashley bite her lip, shivering as she eyed it up.\n\nThere was no denying that she wanted this inside of her. She wanted it pretty badly.\n\nAnd thankfully, it seemed that Andrew had finally had his fill with tormenting her. He clambered onto the bed, gripping her hips and adjusting them so that her pussy was roughly in line with his erection.\n\n``God, you look so hot right now,'' Andrew said.\n\nAshley scoffed. ``What do you mean right now? I always look hot.'' She puffed out her lower lip. ``Unless you're saying that I don't always look hot.''\n\nAndrew cocked a brow and started to grind his shaft against her cunt, doing so in shallow little motions. It was a tease, plain and simple, like he wanted her to feel how hot his cock was, how slick it was with his pre. It paired so well with the abundant moisture which seemed to absolutely saturate her lower lips at this point.\n\nShe wanted that cock inside of her and she wanted it bad.\n\n``You do,'' Andrew said, shrugging as he offered an especially sinister grin. ``I just think you look even hotter when you're vulnerable like this.''\n\nAshley's breathing hitched. Oh fuck... oh fuck that was really hot.\n\nAndrew kept it to that, finally aligning his cock with her hole. He eased himself forwards, parting her lips and pressing his erection into her. His initial motions were halting and surprisingly tender, inching forwards at a painfully lethargic rate.\n\nAshley moaned, shivering as she felt him brush against all sorts of excitable little nerves inside of her. It was normally so hard to please herself but it was like Andrew had a special ability when it came to finding what made her tick.\n\n``Andy,'' she moaned.\n\nAndrew paused, remaining motionless inside of her.\n\n``Why did you...'' Ashley began.\n\nAndrew cleared his throat. ``What name did you use just now?''\n\nAshley whimpered. ``You're going to stop over...''\n\n``What's my name?'' Andrew stated, sharp and matter of fact. ``I'm not continuing until you get it right.''\n\n``Andrew,'' Ashley whined.\n\nAndrew nodded. ``Now say you're sorry.''\n\n``What?'' Ashley yelped.\n\n``I need to know that you mean it,'' Andrew teased, winking at her. ``You need this more than I do and we both know it.''\n\nAshley hated that he could read her like a fucking book. She tried to will herself into denying him and telling him to stop. And she knew that he would. That was the problem. There was no way of avoiding the truth. She needed this far more than he did and he was going to humiliate her with that information.\n\nEven worse, the binds held her tight, denying her the ability to reach down and sate her desires. No, if she wanted to cum then she was going to have to play his game.\n\nAndrew was patient, holding onto his smile and meeting her eye. All the while, he remained motionless between her legs.\n\n``I'm sorry, Andrew,'' Ashley finally conceded, forcing her gaze away.\n\nAndrew scoffed. ``Apology accepted.''\n\nAnd with that, he started to push forwards, pumping into her pussy. His first few motions were especially clumsy, sporadic in nature. He was obviously trying his best to find his rhythm and failing to do so.. Yet, slowly, he managed to find a somewhat reliable pace, pumping away between her folds with a decent amount of force.\n\nIt felt divine, filling Ashley's core with a tingling warmth. She bit her lip and dug her fingers into the bondage. A faint moan escaped her. One which he clearly heard as he tensed and then started to bare down, a little harder, hammering between her folds with a bit more brutishness than before.\n\n``Fuck,'' Andrew groaned as he snarled with a pleasured euphoria.\n\n``Fuck,'' Ashley whimpered in agreement.\n\nShe could see the way that his face contorted as pleasure began to creep into his complexion. Sweat formed upon his brow, the edges of pleasure bleeding into the fringes of his persona.\n\nAndrew braced his hands against the bed, seizing hold of the comforter below. He huffed and drew his hips back, pumping forwards, nice and deep. He snarled as he slammed forcefully into her, going even harder, becoming downright feral even, as if he was a wild animal wishing to rut.\n\nThe treatment was brutal and downright forceful. Still, she couldn't help but adore it.\n\n``Andrew,'' Ashley moaned. ``H-harder.''\n\nAndrew grunted some sort of note in agreement.\n\nHe squeezed the sheets so tightly as he drew back, slamming forwards with a reckless disregard for her wellbeing. Spittle flew from between his tightly clenched teeth and his face was strained with the fatigue that this position bore.\n\n``I'm close,'' he growled.\n\nAshley nodded quickly. ``Same!''\n\nWithout warning, he leaned forwards, holding his body overtop of hers. Ashley made a surprised little noise that was cut off as he forced his lips against her own, kissing her deep and pressing his tongue into her mouth. She was more than happy to respond to this treatment as she met his tongue somewhere in the middle, dancing around it.\n\nHis thrusts had grown more laboured but every single one of them brushed against the sensitive flesh of her cunt. Each motion made her moan, letting out this quivering and groaning note that was tainted with a poorly concealed pleasure. Her world was white hot at this moment and it didn't seem like this sensation would be abating any time soon.\n\nThe tension in her core was so tight and she could feel a similar sensation in him, sensing the way that his body quivered and quaked as he pounded into her. \n\nCome on Andrew... cum in your little sister.\n\nAndrew drew his hips back and managed a few more rough thrusts. They had no rhythm, feeling more like a marathon runner reaching out for that fable sprint towards the finish line. This was not the controlled rush he'd been on before. This felt like a final burst of energy, a haggard conclusion that was rapidly reaching its climax.\n\nAnd then, without warning, his hips clapped against hers one last time, slamming into her cunt and lodging himself deep inside. He drew away from the kiss and instead buried his mouth against her neck, crying out as his entire body shuddered with impending release.\n\nAshley cried out at the same time, grasping at his sweater with what limited range of motion she still retained to do so. She dug her fingers into the soft material and clung to it for dear life..\n\nHer orgasm came first as her walls cradled tightly around him, squeezing him in a vice-like grip. Her pussy quaked as her pleasure came gushing forth, soaking his erection and spurting out, rupturing onto the sheets below. \n\nIt seemed to be enough to get him to join in, gasping as his cock twitched inside of her. \n\nA second went by, then two, but by the third an eruption of something warm spilled forth, flooding her inner walls. It was thick, rich, tingling with that same divine pleasure as before. And it seemed that one string wasn't enough, as he promptly drew back and thrusted forwards again, offering another strand, and yet another after that.\n\nBy the fifth spurt, he finally seemed spent, just lingering there, panting for breath. His face was caked in sweat while his jaw hung agape.\n\n``Good boy,'' Ashley whispered.\n\nAndrew closed his eyes and drew back, pulling out of her with a wet slurp of fluids. \n\nAshley couldn't help but shudder as she felt the mix of their collective orgasmic bliss start to drain out of her hole, oozing out onto the bedding below. A shiver coursed through her as he rolled off and thudded onto the bed.\n\nHad this room always been so cold or was she just missing his warmth?\n\n``Fuck,'' Andrew whispered.\n\nAshley smirked. ``Did you have fun?''\n\nAndrew nodded slowly. ``You have no idea.''\n\n``Oh, I think I have a little bit of an idea,'' Ashley said, grinning as she wiggled her hips. ``In fact, I can feel how much you enjoyed that oozing out of me.'' She giggled as she looked at him. ``So, now what?''\n\nAndrew hummed and looked her over, studying her. Without comment, he pushed himself up and moved towards the sofa. Once there, he flopped onto it, without his pants on, and reached for the remote.\n\n``What are you doing?'' Ashley huffed.\n\nAndrew turned on the TV, going back to what he'd been previously watching. ``Checking out the news without your dumbass pestering me.''\n\nAshley huffed. ``Are you serious?''\n\n``Very,'' Andrew replied.\n\nAshley scrunched her nose and looked at the ropes. Then she remembered the lesson that Andrew had taught her. ``Red!''\n\nAndrew paused. For a second, it seemed like that wouldn't be enough to get him to budge. Yet, he sighed, getting back to his feet and making his way over.\n\n``Well played,'' he grumbled.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Ashley tossed a bundle of red rope into the air, watching it ascend, slowly succumb to gravity, and then finally fall, landing into the palm of her extended hand. She then did it again and again, entertaining herself like a literal cat at this point.

The material felt nice against her fingers, soft, made out of the nicest cotton that she could find at Walmart.

And it just happened to be a cotton that was going to be hugging her naked body soon enough.

The thought made Ashley grin, shivering with a pleasant little excitement. She didn't think that she was much of a degenerate but it turned out that being open about fucking your brother did a lot for a girl's kinky side, exposing her to all sorts of fun little fetishes that looked pretty interesting to explore.

Today it was bondage, but who knew, maybe tomorrow was going to be collars or spanking or spitting or...

She wasn't able to revel in the depths of her depravity for too long as the door to the motel soon opened and Andrew lumbered in. He looked adorable in his winter coat and toque, like some sort of puffed-up little dog. Sadly, he had forgotten his mitts as he was blowing hot air into his pale hands.

``It's fucking freezing out there,'' Andrew grumbled.

Ashley smirked. ``Damn. I guess you'll have to give up smoking then.'' She caught the rope one last time and then placed it on the table. ``Whatever will we do.''

``Nah, it's not quite that bad,'' Andrew murmured, pulling his toque off and placing it upon the coat rack next to the door. It was followed promptly by his jacket. ``Just cold enough that you'll have to hear me bitch about it every single day for the next few months.''

``Jesus, I'm literally in hell,'' Ashley jeered.

Andrew scoffed and made his way over to the couch. ``Not yet.'' He nodded towards the rope. ``I mean, unless you're planning to take the fast pass or something.'' He leaned against the back of the sofa, looking down at her. ``Might need something a little stronger than that though. Looks like it'd probably break under your weight.''

Ashley glared at him.

``What? I'm just stating facts,'' Andrew teased, defensively holding out one of his hands.

``Do you think about it often?'' Ashley asked, pursing her lips together. ``Thinking about leaving me behind.''

``Every single day,'' Andrew replied.

Though there was no real bite behind his words, at least not anymore. It seemed that she had almost grown on him since their little incident at their parents' place. The sensation was strange, to say the least, refreshing and even a little confusing.

Ashley had never been wanted before. It was honestly kind of nice.

``But no, I'm not planning to hang myself,'' Ashley said, folding her arms in front of her chest. ``It's for a little trust exercise that I want to do with you.''

``A trust exercise?'' Andrew asked, stepping around the sofa and settling down into a chair next to Ashley. He reached for a pack of gum on the table and popped a stick into his mouth. Another improvement that had been made since the night they'd spent with mom and dad. ``What do you have in mind?''

Ashley pushed herself up, turning to smile at him. ``Well, you know how you like to blame me for everything?''

``Because you're often to blame for everything,'' Andrew ribbed, winking at her. ``But go on.''

Ashley glared at him and refused to speak. She knew his games and wasn't about to play them.

The two of them lingered like that, frozen in a stand-off as they looked across the divide at one another.

In the end, Andrew sighed. ``Fine, I suppose you're not responsible for all of the awful stuff that we've done.'' He grinned at her. ``Only seventy percent of it.''

``Make it fifty,'' Ashley shot back.

Andrew sighed. ``Fine, fine, I guess I'll concede and split our responsibilities fifty-fifty. Anyways, get back to your point.''

``Well...'' Ashley reached out and grabbed the rope, tossing it towards him. His eyes widened but he managed to catch it, placing the bundle in his lap. ``I was thinking that we could put ourselves in a position where you're the one in charge for once.''

Andrew looked at the rope and cocked a brow. ``Is this a sex thing?''

``It's a trust thing,'' Ashley retorted, rolling her eyes. ``That...''

``Just happens to also be a sex thing?'' Andrew asked, smiling at her.

``Can't we multitask,'' Ashley grumbled.

``I just want to hear you say it,'' Andrew teased, tearing open the paper sleeve and starting to unravel the cord. ``Because I sometimes think that you don't appreciate how much of a freak you really are.''

``That's rich coming from the sister-fucker,'' Ashley shot back.

Andrew smirked. ``Pot calling the kettle black?''

``What are you talking about?'' Ashley asked, sticking out her tongue at him. ``I'm not a sister-fucker. Anyways...'' She cleared her throat. ``What I was thinking is that maybe you could tie me up and then take control for a little while. How does that sound?''

Andrew worked his jaw and looked at the rope, feeling it between his fingers. Ashley watched him as he did so, wondering what could possibly be going on in his mind right now. He seemed oddly apprehensive, nervous about it even.

She couldn't help but notice that his jaw had clenched, almost instinctively.

Was he going to decline?

``Fuck it,'' he finally said, looking up at her. ``I think this sounds like it could be pretty fun. And me and Julia were trying out something pretty similar before we uh...'' He suddenly looked quite dark.

Ashley smirked at him. ``You don't need to worry about that hussy.''

``I can worry about this one instead,'' Andrew retorted, scoffing as he forced a smile. His voice sounded a little strained, burdened with the ghosts of the past. ``But yeah, we were experimenting with this kind of stuff before we broke up. So, maybe it'll be fun to practice it on someone else.''

``Someone with bigger tits?'' Ashley teased, leering at him. ``And a fatter ass.''

``You do have a pretty fat ass,'' Andrew said as he nodded along to what she said.

Without any further comments, he got to his feet, winding the rope around his palm and elbow. He coiled it around again and again, doing so purposefully and ensuring that there were no knots in the bundle of rope. Still, he didn't look overly pleased when he reached the end of it.

``What's the matter?'' Ashley asked, biting her lip.

Andrew hummed. ``Not going to have very much material to work with here.''

He pondered this fact for a moment, plucking at the rope. Occasionally he would look up and study Ashley before glancing back down at the material while loudly clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

In the end, he nodded to himself. ``I think I have something in mind.''

``I'm excited,'' Ashley teased.

Andrew looked back up and cocked a brow, seeming so expectant about something.

Ashley, for her part, just continued to stay there, offering a coy little smile in exchange. ``Yes, Andy, sweetie?''

``It's Andrew,'' Andrew retorted, sounding quite sharp. ``That's rule number one.''

``Oh, I have rules now,'' Ashley said, her smile shifting from merely coy to downright wolfish in quality. She even batted her lashes at him, doing everything to seem as sickly sweet as possible.. ``I hope you know that I'm going to break every single one of them.''

``Is that so?'' Andrew asked. He didn't seem too perturbed about this fact, maintaining his own cocky little smoulder. ``I'll have to keep that in mind.'' He shifted away from his perch and moved towards the bed, plopping down upon the edge of it. ``Because it'll be funny when you finally cave to me.''

Ashley rolled her eyes. She had known Andrew for well... her entire life. He wasn't the kind of guy who could make her cave to anything. Still, she supposed that she could placate him for now, considering this little trust exercise was her idea. It would be wrong of her to act up and cause issues too soon.

``So how do you want to do this?'' she asked.

Andrew hummed. ``Are we doing this with or without clothing?''

``Why? Do you want to see your little sister naked?'' Ashley jeered. Yet, her tone bore no real hostility. ``Freak.''

``I mean I could do this clothed,'' Andrew replied, shrugging. If her comment had gotten under his skin, it was impossible to really tell. ``I was asking for your sake more than anything else.''

Ashley flushed and looked off to the side. She could admit that she wanted sex but that would mean caving and admitting that she wanted it in the first place. Why wasn't Andrew more of a horn-dog and asking her to put out?

``Regardless, I'm going to need you to stand here,'' Andrew said.

Ashley stirred and got off of the couch, making her way over. She stood in front of Andrew, folding her hands in front of her chest.

A part of her wondered if he could see the slight dusting of red which now coloured her cheeks.

Still, even with her standing there, he didn't budge, looking as calm and collected as ever. It took a few moments before he reached out and touched a hand to her side, feeling the material of her sweater between his fingers. ``Yeah, I should be able to work with this outfit. It isn't too loose so there isn't really any risk of the binds slipping.''

``That's good,'' Ashley replied.

Andrew's hand moved up her side, his eyes traveling along with it. Occasionally, he would glance away from her body and look at the rope. Whatever he was planning, it was impossible to anticipate, lost behind his stoic mask.

``You know I don't mind being naked, right?'' Ashley asked.

Andrew scoffed. ``Do you want to do this naked?''

``I...'' Ashley bit her lip. ``I mean if you want me to be naked.''

``I mean I'm cool with whatever,'' Andrew said, shrugging. His smile had turned so wonderfully devilishly. He wasn't going to let her play this game, that much was obvious. When had he learned to toy with her like this? ``I want to do whatever you're more comfortable with, okay?''

``Right, right,'' Ashley said.

How exactly were they going to fuck if she was fully dressed? These shorts weren't exactly loose.

``Honestly, I was just going to tie you up and put on some superhero movies or something,'' Andrew commented, looking up and meeting her eye. He then winked at her. ``I heard the new Marvel movie is pretty good.''

Oh no, a fate worse than death.

``Okay, I'm stripping,'' Ashley huffed, reaching for the bottom of her sweater and lifting it over her head.

It was snug but came away easily enough, revealing her thin pale body. The hunger was a distant memory but its effects were still there, seen in the lingering remains of once protruded ribs. Still, her body had begun to recover with her breasts now filling the cups of her polka dotted bra quite nicely.

Andrew leaned back upon the bed, taking in the view. He seemed a little more at ease now, keeping his eyes upon her mostly naked torso. There was something about his expression that Ashley couldn't quite place. Maybe it was confidence. He did ooze that, after all, looking like a smarmy little prick who knew that he was utterly in control of the situation.

Or maybe it was longing... it was so hard to tell sometimes.

``I guess I won't say no to sex,'' he teased.

Ashley scoffed. ``You know that you wanted this more than me.''

``Is that so?'' Andrew asked, humming before finally shrugging his shoulders. ``I don't know, I'm pretty lukewarm on it.''

``Lukewarm?'' Ashley asked, glaring at him.

Andrew nodded. ``I kind of like it more when you're the one who's desperate for it. Makes me remember that I'm not the freak when it comes to our... relationship. I'm just the poor older brother who is doing everything in his power to make his little sister happy.''

``I'm going to bite your dick off,'' Ashley huffed.

``That seems a little self-sabotaging,'' Andrew retorted, winking at her. ``You kind of like it more than I do.''

Ashley reached out and flicked his forehead. The impact made him flinch and she couldn't help but giggle as he glared at her. At the very least, it had temporarily gotten rid of that cocky little smile which seemed like it was never going to leave.

This allowed her to continue with her impromptu little striptease as she started to wiggle out of her shorts, pulling them down and revealing a baggy pair of salmon-coloured boxers.

``Are those mine?'' Andrew asked.

Ashley nodded. ``Your boxers are more comfortable than my panties.'' She gently eased her hips forward, wiggling her lower half from side-to-side. ``Would you like to take them off for me?''

Andrew looked like he was about to say something smart. Yet, if he was, he held back, biting his tongue. Instead, he hooked his finger under the waistband and started to ease them down, drawing them lower and lower, inch by methodical inch.

Ashley grinned like an absolute brat as she noticed the subtle little shifts in his demeanour. He could play tough and distant but she could see the little sparkle in his eye as he helped strip her. There was a perverse hunger lingering just under the surface, waiting for a chance to come forth and assert itself.

He wanted this just as badly as she did. There was no denying that.

``Cute,'' Andrew said, seeming pleased at having finally revealed her trimmed bush. He carefully ran his index finger through the well-manicured forest. ``You kept it.''

``You said that you liked it,'' Ashley said.

Andrew nodded and finally yanked her boxers all the way down, exposing her lower lips to the room. They glistened, just a little, a thin strand of something thick connecting her pink lips together.

Ashley blushed as she rubbed her thighs together.

Andrew moved his hand down and dragged his thumb along the length of her sex, starting at the clit and moving slowly along their length until his digit rested against her taint. The gesture was modest, yet it was still enough to make Ashley shiver, biting her lip with a poorly concealed anticipation.

He then did the same in reverse, collecting more of her essence upon his fingers as he progressed backwards, in the opposite direction. His journey didn't stop until he rested his thumb upon her clit, pressing down upon it and gently massaging the little nub.

The gesture actually managed to make Ashley moan as a thin note escaped her. As that little noise slipped free, her cheeks promptly brightened to an intense shade of red, burning as she saw how proud he looked about getting her to make that noise.

``Fuck you,'' she grumbled.

Andrew chuckled. ``I mean, that's the plan.''

He brought his thumb towards his mouth, resting it against his lips. It lingered there for a second before he grinned and popped it inside, suckling her juices off. All the while he forced eye contact, even winking at her as he did so, clearly making a show of savouring the taste.

It was all too much and Ashley forced her gaze away, feeling her cheeks burn so brightly. ``How are you so good at this?''

``Practice,'' Andrew teased. ``Those hussies were good for something after all.''

``I guess they were,'' Ashley replied, failing to hide her disdain for them. Yet, she knew that she was failing terribly.

She reached behind herself, fiddling with the straps of her bra. This was the final little barrier that stood between herself and Andrew, the last piece of apparel which concealed even a little bit of her body. It kind of felt strange to be almost entirely naked while her brother was still fully dressed. There was almost some sort of power dynamic there and she... well... she honestly kind of liked it.

Finally, she managed to pop the straps open, pulling her bra away from her body. Her breasts soon succumbed to gravity, hanging plush and heavy in the middle of the air.

``There...'' Ashley said, discarding this final piece of apparel. ``I'm all yours.''

``Almost wish that I had a collar,'' Andrew commented.

Ashley flushed. ``Pardon?''

``Kidding, kidding, just wanted to see how you would react to that.'' Andrew offered a coy little smile, scoffing at the statement. ``Though I have to admit, it almost seemed like you were pretty into the idea there for a second.''

``Shut up,'' Ashley grumbled.

Andrew did just that as he drew the rope around his arm once again. When he had the entire length coiled between his elbow and palm, he then got to his feet and moved around her, taking position at her back. He rested a hand upon her naked side, tenderly stroking it. His touch was so warm against her otherwise cool body. It was kind, familiar, and intensely intimate.

``Ready for this little trust exercise?'' he asked, leaning forward to kiss the back of her neck.

Ashley nodded and couldn't help but rest a hand upon him. ``Yeah.''

She was well beyond being simply ready. She was downright eager, willing, desperate to see how this quirky little game would play out. At this point, she doubted that she could even continue with this little facade if he asked her about it. This was a sex thing, plain and simple.

``You look kind of cute when you're nervous,'' Andrew teased.

Ashley's cheek somehow brightened to an even more intense shade of red. ``Shut the fuck up.''

``I don't think that I will,'' Andrew replied, wrapping his arms around her. His breath was warm as it brushed against her ear, each note delivered in the form of a husky whisper. ``My little sister deserves to know how cute she looks when she's being a perverted little slut.''

Ashley shuddered. ``I hate you.''

``Then tell me to stop,'' Andrew jabbed. ``I'm all for active and enthusiastic consent.''

``Yeah, I'm sure those people you ate were very enthusiastic with their consent,'' Ashley ribbed.

Andrew shrugged. ``Who knows what mom and dad were into. Maybe they would've gotten their rocks off at the thought of getting eaten. You did see what they had in their closet, didn't you? They were perverted little freaks, just like us.''

Ashley should've been disgusted by that, she really should've. Yet, for some strange and sick reason, she actually laughed at that, giggling at first. It wasn't long before it devolved into a string of raw laughter which was accented with occasional hiccupping snorts. ``Jesus, dude, what a fucking thing to say when you have a naked girl in your arms.''

``You started it,'' Andrew replied.

He drew away but remained close, taking a knee. Carefully, he started to wind the rope around her torso, just under her breasts. The way he did so was peculiar as he had folded the entire length of rope in half before doing so.

``Well no wonder you're complaining about not having enough rope. You're wasting so much of it,'' Ashley said.

Andrew shook his head. ``This is how you do shibari safely.''

``Shibari?'' Ashley asked. ``I think I heard about that. It's that really cool looking Japanese bondage, right?''

Andrew nodded. ``By the way, since I want to do this properly, we need a safeword. Something that you can say if things start to get a little uncomfortable or hurt or whatever. You know what I'm saying?''

``Oh, are we getting Fifty Shades in here?'' Ashley jeered.

``Nope,'' Andrew commented, continuing to loop the rope around. He didn't tie a knot, instead layering the rope overtop of itself to create tension in order to secure it in place. ``I am very much trying to be better than Fifty Shades.''

``Well, what should our safeword be then?'' Ashley asked.

Andrew smirked. ``How about `Andrew is the best and always right about everything'?''

Ashley scoffed.

``What?'' Andrew chided.

Ashley shook her head. ``That sounds way too wordy.''

``I suppose you're right,'' Andrew said, cinching her binds. They were tight but not too tight, feeling snug but not actually getting to the point of causing any discomfort. This wasn't anything like how she imagined this going. ``How about we keep it simple? Yellow if you need me to slow down, red if you need me to stop. You know, like a traffic light?''

``Like a traffic light,'' Ashley replied, nodding. ``I can work with that.''

Andrew didn't say anything further and instead focused upon his work. With the initial bind just below her bosom, he then created an intricate criss-crossing pattern that formed around her breasts, framing them nicely. As the binds tightened, the rope squeezed them, acting almost like a bra as it supported her tits.

Honestly, it felt nice, lighting up some sinful little voice which lingered at the back of Ashley's brain. Maybe, she would have to apologize to Julia. After all, she couldn't have been all bad if she brought out this side in Andrew.

...

Nah, she wasn't about to give that bitch even an inch of leeway. Just because this was fun didn't mean that she was suddenly a good person.

``How did you learn about this stuff?'' Ashley asked.

Andrew hummed. ``Julia read a BDSM fanfiction involving a polycule from a game she liked and she asked me if I'd be willing to try something like that out. Did some reading and well... here we are.''

``Minus Julia,'' Ashley teased.

Andrew sighed. ``Minus Julia. But I guess that means that I'll just have to practice on you instead.''

``Oh no,'' Ashley teased, batting her lashes. ``Is this me benefiting from the repercussions of being an awful person?''

Andrew scoffed and didn't say anything to that, instead finishing up with the chest harness. It would seem that he had just enough rope left in order to do something small. He hummed and hawed, trying to figure out what exactly that something would be as he waved this last little length of rope back and forth through the air.

In the end, he tapped at the segment of rope which wove between her breasts. ``Could you place your wrists here?''

Ashley nodded and did just that, layering them one over top of one another with both facing down.

Yet, this didn't seem to please Andrew as he shook his head. ``Nah, with your wrists together.'' He looked up at Ashley and mimicked a praying gesture. ``That way we can minimize any pressure upon your arteries and I won't have to worry about cutting off your blood circulation or something.'' He scoffed. ``Last thing I need to worry about is taking you to the hospital because your hand has gone black.''

``Smart,'' Ashley quipped, adjusting her hands so that they were just the way he liked, palm resting against palm as if she were praying.

Andrew nodded. ``I have my moments.''

Finally, he looped the rope around her wrists, using the very last of it to secure her hands to her torso. The bondage wasn't impossibly tight, but as he secured the last of the rope, she knew that she was now utterly at his mercy.

And that was where the trust exercise began.

There was no way out of here without Andrew's help and he could do whatever he liked to her at this moment. That fact filled her with both a strange anticipation and also a healthy dose of anxious fear. She wasn't used to having to rely on others. Or at least, relying on them without completely controlling the situation beforehand.

Andrew looked her over, smiling as he did so. For a moment, it looked like he might do something, take advantage of her predicament. In the end, however, he simply slipped off to the side and moved towards the sofa.

``Where are you going?'' Ashley whined.

Andrew paused. ``Oh, I was going to watch the news or something.'' He winked at her. ``Unless you wanted to do something else.''

``You have a pretty girl tied up, on your bed, and you want to watch the fucking news?'' Ashley snarled, shaking her head. She was utterly in disbelief about this. ``What the fuck, Andy? Are you some kind of faggot or something?''

``That's not my name,'' Andrew chided, turning away and continuing on his journey. ``And it isn't nice to call people that, Ashley.'' He waved at her as he settled down upon the couch. ``You just stay there and I'll untie you in fifteen minutes or something.''

Ashley huffed. ``Asshole.''

``Not doing yourself any favours there,'' Andrew teased in an irritating singsong manner. It was enough to make her clench her teeth.

Ashley growled and said nothing, trying to figure out what exactly he was playing at. Her desperation grew more pronounced as he turned on the TV and she heard some news anchor talking about the death toll of a chemical accident in Aland.

``Andrew...'' Ashley began.

Andrew turned down the TV, reducing it to a murmur. ``Yeah?''

``Would you please...'' Ashley sighed.

Andrew hummed. ``You'll need to speak up.''

Ashley's cheeks burned with such a lovely shade of red. A part of her wanted to snarl and shoot down his insane ego. Yet, she couldn't deny that he held all of the cards right now and she needed to trust him to do what was right.

That was the whole point of this exercise, right?

``Could you please fuck me?'' Ashley asked.

Andrew chuckled and turned off the TV. ``Yeah, sure, I guess I could do that.'' He winked at her. ``I had no idea you wanted to do something like that.''

As he stood up and faced the bed, Ashley couldn't help but notice the distinct bulge which lingered in the crotch of his pants. It made her smile, realizing that he probably planned to use her regardless of what she said.

She couldn't help but laugh, grinning at him. ``Fucking knew it.''

Andrew hummed and met her eye before purposefully looking down at his crotch. ``Yeah, I guess that is a little bit of a tell, isn't it?''

He walked over and stood before her, resting a hand upon her shoulder and pushed her back onto the bed.

Ashley laughed as she landed upon the mattress, sprawling out. Without hands, there was nothing to break her fall. All she could really do was lay there, offering a shit eating grin and waiting for Andrew to do as he wished.

Lowkey, that was kind of hot as fuck.

Andrew scoffed and stood there, running a hand through his hair. ``God, do you have any smile that doesn't reek of being a shit-eating little goblin?''

``Nope!'' Ashley replied with an equally goblin-like smile.

Andrew shook his head but didn't comment further. Instead, he reached down and fiddled with his pants, unbuckling his belt. He did so slowly, as if teasing her, drawing out the moment as long as humanly possible.

It was frustrating, making Ashley squirm. She wasn't much for getting teased, even less so when it came from her brother.

Andrew seemed to know this, his smile only growing more devilish with every painfully slow second that he took. Still, he eventually tossed his belt aside and was quicker with his fly, popping it open and dragging the zipper down. His jeans lingered for a moment, held up by his sizeable bulge. Yet, he managed to ease them below this point as he finally exposed his boxers. They were tented outwards with a distinct wet spot lingering right under the tip.

He winked at her before pulling them down completely, allowing his shaft to spring free. ``Ta-da!''

His cock twitched and looked like a satisfying treat, long and thick, being a little above average in terms of its dimensions. The sight of it was enough to make Ashley bite her lip, shivering as she eyed it up.

There was no denying that she wanted this inside of her. She wanted it pretty badly.

And thankfully, it seemed that Andrew had finally had his fill with tormenting her. He clambered onto the bed, gripping her hips and adjusting them so that her pussy was roughly in line with his erection.

``God, you look so hot right now,'' Andrew said.

Ashley scoffed. ``What do you mean right now? I always look hot.'' She puffed out her lower lip. ``Unless you're saying that I don't always look hot.''

Andrew cocked a brow and started to grind his shaft against her cunt, doing so in shallow little motions. It was a tease, plain and simple, like he wanted her to feel how hot his cock was, how slick it was with his pre. It paired so well with the abundant moisture which seemed to absolutely saturate her lower lips at this point.

She wanted that cock inside of her and she wanted it bad.

``You do,'' Andrew said, shrugging as he offered an especially sinister grin. ``I just think you look even hotter when you're vulnerable like this.''

Ashley's breathing hitched. Oh fuck... oh fuck that was really hot.

Andrew kept it to that, finally aligning his cock with her hole. He eased himself forwards, parting her lips and pressing his erection into her. His initial motions were halting and surprisingly tender, inching forwards at a painfully lethargic rate.

Ashley moaned, shivering as she felt him brush against all sorts of excitable little nerves inside of her. It was normally so hard to please herself but it was like Andrew had a special ability when it came to finding what made her tick.

``Andy,'' she moaned.

Andrew paused, remaining motionless inside of her.

``Why did you...'' Ashley began.

Andrew cleared his throat. ``What name did you use just now?''

Ashley whimpered. ``You're going to stop over...''

``What's my name?'' Andrew stated, sharp and matter of fact. ``I'm not continuing until you get it right.''

``Andrew,'' Ashley whined.

Andrew nodded. ``Now say you're sorry.''

``What?'' Ashley yelped.

``I need to know that you mean it,'' Andrew teased, winking at her. ``You need this more than I do and we both know it.''

Ashley hated that he could read her like a fucking book. She tried to will herself into denying him and telling him to stop. And she knew that he would. That was the problem. There was no way of avoiding the truth. She needed this far more than he did and he was going to humiliate her with that information.

Even worse, the binds held her tight, denying her the ability to reach down and sate her desires. No, if she wanted to cum then she was going to have to play his game.

Andrew was patient, holding onto his smile and meeting her eye. All the while, he remained motionless between her legs.

``I'm sorry, Andrew,'' Ashley finally conceded, forcing her gaze away.

Andrew scoffed. ``Apology accepted.''

And with that, he started to push forwards, pumping into her pussy. His first few motions were especially clumsy, sporadic in nature. He was obviously trying his best to find his rhythm and failing to do so.. Yet, slowly, he managed to find a somewhat reliable pace, pumping away between her folds with a decent amount of force.

It felt divine, filling Ashley's core with a tingling warmth. She bit her lip and dug her fingers into the bondage. A faint moan escaped her. One which he clearly heard as he tensed and then started to bare down, a little harder, hammering between her folds with a bit more brutishness than before.

``Fuck,'' Andrew groaned as he snarled with a pleasured euphoria.

``Fuck,'' Ashley whimpered in agreement.

She could see the way that his face contorted as pleasure began to creep into his complexion. Sweat formed upon his brow, the edges of pleasure bleeding into the fringes of his persona.

Andrew braced his hands against the bed, seizing hold of the comforter below. He huffed and drew his hips back, pumping forwards, nice and deep. He snarled as he slammed forcefully into her, going even harder, becoming downright feral even, as if he was a wild animal wishing to rut.

The treatment was brutal and downright forceful. Still, she couldn't help but adore it.

``Andrew,'' Ashley moaned. ``H-harder.''

Andrew grunted some sort of note in agreement.

He squeezed the sheets so tightly as he drew back, slamming forwards with a reckless disregard for her wellbeing. Spittle flew from between his tightly clenched teeth and his face was strained with the fatigue that this position bore.

``I'm close,'' he growled.

Ashley nodded quickly. ``Same!''

Without warning, he leaned forwards, holding his body overtop of hers. Ashley made a surprised little noise that was cut off as he forced his lips against her own, kissing her deep and pressing his tongue into her mouth. She was more than happy to respond to this treatment as she met his tongue somewhere in the middle, dancing around it.

His thrusts had grown more laboured but every single one of them brushed against the sensitive flesh of her cunt. Each motion made her moan, letting out this quivering and groaning note that was tainted with a poorly concealed pleasure. Her world was white hot at this moment and it didn't seem like this sensation would be abating any time soon.

The tension in her core was so tight and she could feel a similar sensation in him, sensing the way that his body quivered and quaked as he pounded into her.

Come on Andrew... cum in your little sister.

Andrew drew his hips back and managed a few more rough thrusts. They had no rhythm, feeling more like a marathon runner reaching out for that fable sprint towards the finish line. This was not the controlled rush he'd been on before. This felt like a final burst of energy, a haggard conclusion that was rapidly reaching its climax.

And then, without warning, his hips clapped against hers one last time, slamming into her cunt and lodging himself deep inside. He drew away from the kiss and instead buried his mouth against her neck, crying out as his entire body shuddered with impending release.

Ashley cried out at the same time, grasping at his sweater with what limited range of motion she still retained to do so. She dug her fingers into the soft material and clung  to it for dear life..

Her orgasm came first as her walls cradled tightly around him, squeezing him in a vice-like grip. Her pussy quaked as her pleasure came gushing forth, soaking his erection and spurting out, rupturing onto the sheets below.

It seemed to be enough to get him to join in, gasping as his cock twitched inside of her.

A second went by, then two, but by the third an eruption of something warm spilled forth, flooding her inner walls. It was thick, rich, tingling with that same divine pleasure as before. And it seemed that one string wasn't enough, as he promptly drew back and thrusted forwards again, offering another strand, and yet another after that.

By the fifth spurt, he finally seemed spent, just lingering there, panting for breath. His face was caked in sweat while his jaw hung agape.

``Good boy,'' Ashley whispered.

Andrew closed his eyes and drew back, pulling out of her with a wet slurp of fluids.

Ashley couldn't help but shudder as she felt the mix of their collective orgasmic bliss start to drain out of her hole, oozing out onto the bedding below. A shiver coursed through her as he rolled off and thudded onto the bed.

Had this room always been so cold or was she just missing his warmth?

``Fuck,'' Andrew whispered.

Ashley smirked. ``Did you have fun?''

Andrew nodded slowly. ``You have no idea.''

``Oh, I think I have a little bit of an idea,'' Ashley said, grinning as she wiggled her hips. ``In fact, I can feel how much you enjoyed that oozing out of me.'' She giggled as she looked at him. ``So, now what?''

Andrew hummed and looked her over, studying her. Without comment, he pushed himself up and moved towards the sofa. Once there, he flopped onto it, without his pants on, and reached for the remote.

``What are you doing?'' Ashley huffed.

Andrew turned on the TV, going back to what he'd been previously watching. ``Checking out the news without your dumbass pestering me.''

Ashley huffed. ``Are you serious?''

``Very,'' Andrew replied.

Ashley scrunched her nose and looked at the ropes. Then she remembered the lesson that Andrew had taught her. ``Red!''

Andrew paused. For a second, it seemed like that wouldn't be enough to get him to budge. Yet, he sighed, getting back to his feet and making his way over.

``Well played,'' he grumbled.

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