Life as a good little girl/Get down and hold your hands together for Mark

From Create Your Own Story

The dirtiest part of you wins out. But you still try to justify it to yourself as best you can. This will just help you tell more convincing stories to Tiffany. Hell, this whole experience could be a story for Tiffany. Although maybe you'll leave out the "my brother Mark" part.

As you kneel onto the carpet Mark's eyes go wide.

"Woah! Really?" You stare up at him listlessly, unsure if you're doing something wrong. He reaches out and grabs the phone from your hand, keeping it pointed at you. "Toss the mag," he commands. You close the magazine and set it down to one side. "Now bring your fingers together."

You pause a moment, composing yourself. You're actually doing this.

At near eye level with his dick now, you hold your hands out in front of your face and clasp your fingers together, making a hole that you peer through. Mark is practically giggling as he steps up to your hands. You can't keep yourself from flinching when the wet tip of his dick touches your pinky fingers. He doesn't stop there though, sliding his cock through your hands the rest of the way in one thrust, pushing your fingers farther apart. That insertion into your hands managed to lube up your palms thoroughly.

"Keep pushing your hands together," instructs Mark. "Pressure is good."

You nod and grip Mark's member more forcefully. Actually holding a boy-part in your hands is kind of surreal. Everything about it is almost shocking, not least of which being the fact that it's happening. He's so incredibly warm. But the texture surprises you. Somehow it's soft despite being firm. And the slit at the tip staring straight at you less than a foot away is puzzling and mysterious.

Why did your first proper encounter with a penis have to be your brother's?

While you were daydreaming you realize that Mark had already began "fucking" your hands. He's bucking his pelvis to and fro. Watching his dick get bigger and smaller as it move toward and away from you is mesmerizing.

"Ooooh yeah," Mark groans. "This is helping."

With his phone angled precariously in one hand, Mark drops his free hand on top of your fist. His larger fingers envelope yours and squeezes your dainty digits into him even harder. With him gripping your hands it's not long before he's guiding you up and down his shaft as much as he is bucking his hips toward you. It's this movement that starts to make your stomach churn. You were fine while all you were doing was sitting here passively, but having your hands move across the length of his cock makes you an active participant. And that is giving you all sorts of butterflies.

You close your eyes like your brother suggested. Not seeing it happen does sort of help. But his dick is traveling so quickly beneath your fingers. It's impossible to take your mind off of what's happening.

And then suddenly your brother stops. A split second later you peek through one eye. A split second after that you feel a pulse shoot through your brother's cock. And then an impact against your cheek.

You open your eyes and mouth in shock.

"Mark! Wha-ckakah!"

Cum fires into your mouth and hits the back of your throat. You close your eyes and focus every ounce of will you have trying not to swallow it but it's already working its way down. You want to stick your fingers in your mouth and scrape at your tongue, but Mark is squeezing your hands so tight around his dick that you can't pull them away. So instead of reacting intelligently in this situation, you sit overly preoccupied with the glob of semen traveling down your throat and fail to react as your brother pumps long ropey shots of cum all over your face.

"FUCK... fuck... fuck..." exclaims Mark with a few slow finishing pumps. Finally spent, he slides his dick out of your hands, wiping a trailing bit of cum from his tip against your fingers in the process.

You try to open both your eyes but immediately close the right one. It is simply drenched in cum. There's also semen trying to pool in the corners of your mouth, as if it was trying to work its way past your lips. Your chin, your forehead, even on your chest and your legs... it's everywhere.

"Oooookay," Mark sighs in relief. "Now you can use my phone, sis. But first, what do you say?"

Life as a good little girl/Thank your brother and take his phone

Life as a good little girl/Run to the bathroom and clean off the cum