On Your Knees, Stepsister

The perfect punishment for a naughty girl

He didn't touch me where I ached the most, but was too ashamed to voice. I felt his hand on my back, before he moved up to my shoulders, then my neck. I gasped when he squeezed it, my stomach tightening despite the slight pain in my neck.

“You like this, don't you?” He whispered, his voice more soothing than I'd heard it, like he was whispering to a child he wanted to put to bed.

I didn't respond. Instead, I bit my inner cheeks when I felt them heating from his words. I'd forgotten how a woman's body responded. The wetness he could see.

I clenched my butt when I felt his hands glide down, but then. Fingers dug into my skin, hands caressed each lobe until it seemed like I was on another plane.

He massaged the place his palms had made an imprint, the touch so soothing I almost moaned aloud at the feel of him caressing the lobes so gently like I was glass.

His right palm went lower, hovering over my s*x, right at the spot I was aching the most. I tried to move towards the hand, needing so much more, my hips and mind aware of what I wanted even though I didn't know what it was.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

I snapped my eyes open at his words. Just like I had been doing, I ignored him, biting my lower lip, so I wouldn't moan out loud when his fingers grazed my p***y lips.

“Do you?” He pressed his fingers, doing so much more. I tried to move back, but the hand he had on my butt kept me in place.

“Hmmm,” I purred as he spread his fingers over my s*x.

“Use your words, Pet. Do you like it?”

I stilled, realising then what was happening.

“Do you want it?”

I shook my head.

“You don't?” He teased my skin, his fingers going so close to a place I'd never been touched before, one I had only felt when bathing.

My breath hitched, and I grew still, waiting, anticipating the touch, that rumoured feeling that would leave me floating in the air from how wonderful it was. But I felt nothing. He pushed away from me.

“I won't touch you if you don't tell me you like it,” he said, giving me a pointed look when I turned to look at him, confused by his actions.

“So, what will it be, pet? Are you going to tell Dad what you need or will you remain as stubborn as a mule?”

“f**k you!”

His eyes clouded at my response. He got so near, I thought he would resume, just so he could teach me a lesson, but he didn't. He just leaned close and whispered, “You are only accumulating more punishment for yourself, baby.”

Ignoring his words, I shamelessly rocked my lower body on his before I could stop myself. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't clear to me why my body felt like it might melt if he didn't touch me. My p***y throbbed, eager for something.

“What do you want, baby girl?” The question washed over me once more, carrying a hint of taunting in it. I knew what he was playing at, but couldn't afford to say those words to him.

It would mean I had given in.

“I think I know the perfect punishment for a stubborn baby girl like you,” he muttered to himself before he touched me right where I ached.

Fingers slid with ease over my skin, and I felt my labia lips being spread apart before he touched my c**t.

God.

I almost fainted right on the spot. My legs felt like they were made of soggy spaghetti. I had to grip the desk tightly, to hold my weight. When his index poked on my p***y, I froze.

I knew what was about to happen. That part of me I hadn't explored before was about to be touched by my step-brother, the man I hated the most in the entire world.

Oddly, my body didn't mind. As long as it got what it wanted, it didn't care who was touching it.

The pressure against my lips was unfamiliar. I held my breath when I felt something beginning to press inside.

There was a slight burn as his index slid in. I gasped, leaned forward and tried to close my legs, but he stopped me.

“Open up for Daddy, baby girl.”

It could be the position or the hotness of my body. Hearing him talk sent rippling chills through me, so delicious, I didn't question him. I opened my legs, letting him resume what he was doing.

"Good girl,” he praised, sliding his fingers around my c**t. It was marvellous and distracting enough that I only gasped as another finger joined the first.

The flare of pain was brief before it slipped fully into my p***y. I moaned as lips replaced fingers. Drawing my c**t into his mouth,

Fuck!

My grip on the desk tightened, my hands ashen white as pleasure unlike any I'd known took hold of me, threatening to sweep me off my feet and push me into the tide.

Kaelin suckled, and I squirmed and wiggled, lifted my hips, moaning shamelessly as his fingers picked up a pace, matching his tongue.

I could feel a buildup. It was slow, crawling like a snail before it picked up, like the hare running to the finish line. My breath hitched, and my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head at the pleasurable thrill rushing over.

I knew what it was, even though I'd never experienced it before. I wasn't that innocent. I knew what an orgasm is. I braced myself for it, knowing it would be strong enough to...

He stopped. His fingers slid out of my p***y and he stepped away.

“What…” I panted, feeling my stomach clench. I reached down, eager to touch my c**t, to do whatever I could, to get my pleasure, to enter the land I'd heard so much about but hasn't been to.

He swatted my hands off, and when I turned to him to know what his issue was, he pinned me down with his stare as he muttered, “That's your punishment, princess. You won't get to come until you've learned your lessons, and the right way to address your daddy.”