My cock stood saluting the ceiling, throbbing like a fucking heartbeat, veins pulsing along the cock, the head glistening with precome that dripped in thick, shiny strings down to my abs.
The air in the room was heavy, charged with the musky scent of Emilyâs pussy and my own desperation, my wrists still bound to the bedrest by her soaked panties, the fabric digging into my skin like a fucking brand.
Thenâ
Footsteps.
Slow. Deliberate. Like a fucking predator.
The door creaked open.
Freya.
Her eyes locked onto my cock before she even registered my face. The towel in her hand slipped, dropping to the floor with a soft thud, her lips parting in a gaspâfake surprise, but her eyes betrayed her. They lingered, hungry, tracing every inch of my cock, the glistening tip, the way it jerked in the air like it was fucking waving at her.
"Ohâ Oh my God! Jackâ!" Her voice was a breathless moan, trembling with something far beyond surprise. Her gaze locked onto my cock like a starving woman eyeing a feastâthick, veiny, the tip already weeping with need. Her tongue darted out, slow and deliberate, wetting her lips as if preparing for a taste.
She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, her chest heaving as her breath came faster, shallower. The thin robe clung to her body, damp with sweat, the fabric barely containing the swell of her pregnant belly, the way her hips had widened, the way her breasts had grown heavier, fullerâripe.
"L-Let me help you..."
She stepped closer, her bare feet silent against the floor, the scent of her arousal thick in the airâmusky, sweet, fertile.
The cool air brushed over her skin, and I watched, transfixed, as her nipples hardened into tight, aching peaks beneath the robe, pressing against the fabric like they were begging to be touched. Her fingers grazed the bedrest, her nails digging in just slightly, betraying the hunger coiled inside her. Then her eyes flicked to the panties binding my wrists, and a slow, wicked smile curled her lips.
"Is my sister bullying you, Jack?" Her voice was a purr, low and dangerous, but her thoughtsâoh, her thoughtsâwere a torrent of filth.
I didnât need to guess.
Telepathy
showed me everything.
Her mind was a storm of lust, raw and unfiltered:
[Fucking hell... Look at him. His cock is monstrousâthick, veiny, leaking like a broken faucet. How the fuck is this boy still a virgin? No way... unless heâs not telling the truth. But look at himâtied up, desperate, his cock jerking in the air like itâs starving for attention... And Emily kept teasing him, not letting him cum.]
[God, I want to wrap my lips around it. Feel it pulse in my mouth, taste that precum dripping down his cock. I want to ride him, sink onto him until heâs buried so deep I forget where I end and he begins... I want to see if he lasts five minutes before he blows like the virgin he claims to be.]
[Emilyâs such a lucky bitch... She gets to break him in first. Fuck, Iâm jealous. But if she doesnât... if sheâs too busy playing her games... maybe I should.]
[Look at that precum... Thick, glistening, dripping down his cock like heâs already losing control. Pathetic. So fucking hot.]
[And that belly of mine... God, Iâm so sensitive now. Every touch sends fire through me. I bet heâd love itâfucking a pregnant woman, feeling her tight, swollen cunt milk him dry... I bet heâd cum so hard heâd black out.]
Her gaze dropped back to my cock, her lips parting as she licked them again, slower this time, her eyes darkening with something feral. She bit her lower lip, and I could see the fantasy playing out behind her eyesâher, straddling me, her heavy breasts swaying as she rode me, her belly pressing against mine, the way her body would clamp around me, milking me for every last drop.
I forced my voice to shake, playing the part of the innocent virgin. "S-Sister Freya... what are you doing here?"
She didnât flinch. "I just asked Emily to grab something to wear from my room...." Her fingers tightened around the bedrest, knuckles whitening.
"I thought Iâd bring you towels, but I didnât expect to find you like this." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her free hand drifting toward her own body, fingers tracing the swell of her belly before sliding lower, teasing the hem of her robe. "Jack... tell me." Her voice was thick, almost a growl. "Is my sister bullying you?"
I stopped her before she could untie me, my cock throbbing violently in the air, precum dripping in thick, obscene strings onto my abs.
"S-Sister Freya..." I let my voice crack, my body trembling. "D-Donât untie me..."
Her eyes snapped to mine, wide with fake concernâbut her thoughts were a filthy, desperate mess:
[Oh? He doesnât want to be free? Interesting... Maybe he likes being tied up. Maybe he likes being Emilyâs little slut. Maybe he likes the idea of being used, of having no choice but to take what we give him.]
[But if heâs really a virgin... I need to know. I need to feel him inside me, stretching me open, filling me up until Iâm dripping with him. I need to see if he can handle a pregnant womanâs bodyâif he can take the way I clamp around him, the way my cunt milks him dry.]
[Fuck, Iâm so wet just thinking about it. My body is made for this nowâswollen, sensitive, hungry. I bet heâd lose his mind if I let him fuck me like this.]
She leaned in, her heavy breasts pressing into the mattress, her nipples so hard they looked painful. The scent of her arousal was overpoweringâmusky, sweet, fertileâmixing with the lingering scent of Emilyâs pussy still thick in the air. It was intoxicating. Maddening.
"Tell me the truth, Jack." Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but her eyes burned with something dark. "Iâll handle Emily." Her hand drifted closer to my cock, her fingers hovering just inches away, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
I hesitated, my lower lip trapped between my teeth as I let my cock throb in the air, the veins standing out like cords, the tip swollen and weeping.
A fresh bead of precome welled up, thick and glistening, before dripping down my cock in a slow, obscene trail. My entire body trembled, my muscles coiled tight with need, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.
"N-No... donât, Sister Freya."
My voice cracked, the words barely more than a whimper.
"IâI canât hold back anymore..."
"Iâll go fucking crazy if I donât get a pussy soon..." The words tore out of me, raw and shameful, but I couldnât stop them. The ache between my legs was unbearableâa deep, throbbing pulse that radiated through my entire body, making my thighs tremble, my balls draw up tight.
"Emily promised to take my virginity once we reached here... away from Victorâs reach. But she kept teasing me the whole way." My voice broke, a mix of frustration and need. "Sheâd touch me, stroke me just enough to make me beg, and then sheâd pull away, laughing while I suffered."