Life as a good little girl/Wait for your brother to finish
From Create Your Own Story
"Are you at least almost done?" you whine, hating how desperate you sound.
Mark gives his dick a few slow strokes as he looks at you. Finally a grin slowly crosses his face. "Maybe you can help."
You're sure your eyes go as wide as saucers at that suggestion, and you take a step away, trying to cover both breasts and pussy at the same time.
"Hold the phone for me and I can use both hands."
"Phone..." you breath. Maybe you could take it and call... no, if you tried he'd be on top of you in an instant, and with both of you naked. Well, you would want him sitting on your then, would you?
"And this," he says, rummaging around beside the bed. At last he hold up a magazine. On it you see a flat-chested teen surrounded by men in gang clothing, their dicks all pointed at the scared looking girl.
Ew, you think, but remembering your predicament you come to a fast decision. "Fine. I'll do it. Just... just get it over with."
"Things like this can't be rushed," he tells you, making you re-think not running away with the phone. If you beaned him with it would he still be able to catch you?
Opening the magazine he flipped through it slowly. "Hmm. Nah. Mmmm... maybe... Ooh, that one's good. Oh yeah, maybe that one..."
"Ma-arrrk," you sing out, hopping from foot to foot like you have to pee.
"Got it! This gang bang spread's got a bit of everything on these two pages. Hold the magazine in one hand, the phone in the other. And stand on this side of the bed," he motions to the other side of the bed where the tv is.
Reluctantly you move as instructed, but instead of giving you the phone and magazine he reaches under the bed and grabs a remote control. How did he have time to get everything where he wanted it in such a short period of time? "Take these and hold them above your waist.
For a long moment you pause, realizing that if you do as instructed you'll be exposing your privates to him again. But thinking about Joe giving your clothes away spurs you into motion. With a red face you snatch the phone, keeping it aimed at him so you don't have to look at whatever disgusting picture he has on it. You do the same with the magazine.
"Hold the phone around your belly button and the magazine off to your right," he instructs, and presses play.
The tv blares to life, making you jump, and you hear meaty sounds, along with "That's right, bitch, take my thick dick up your ass. Terry, her throat feel good to you?"
"Yeah baby, take it balls deep. Choke on it like the slut you are."
If your face could get any redder it would only be from blood dripping out of your pores. Mark grins, and glances from magazine to phone to video. You try to ignore it, to will yourself elsewhere as his hand flies up and down his dick and his eyes dance from one stimulant to another. Magazine, phone, pussy, breasts, dvd. The pace picks up to the point that you think his dick will be skinned from the pace and pressure.
Throughout it all you stand there, toes curling and uncurling in the thin carpet, trying not to hear the men in the video dominating some poor girl, or to look down at the magazine to see just what he was masturbating to. Mostly you tried not to look at your step-brother. Tried, but mostly failed. Your eyes kept coming back to Mark's hands and what they contained. Like his dad, Mark was on the tall side, and you wondered if his dick was just as large. Surely they weren't all thicker than your own fist.
"Stephi..." he grunts, and your eyes go wide. Is he fantasizing about you? Does he want you to stop staring? "It's not working..."
Oh. Nope.
"B-but it has to! Can't you, um... pump harder?"
Mark shakes his head. "I need something more."
"More?"
Life as a good little girl/Maybe there's something you could do
Life as a good little girl/Give up and go back your new room
