"So petulant, can't this work? Obviously brother hasn't even started yet."
Somewhat dissatisfied with your struggling and fleeing, your brother walks up to you and pinches your chin, forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him deeply, you turn your head and grit your teeth in an attempt to refuse, only to be kissed even deeper by him clasping the back of your head, the two of you exchanging each other's saliva as you breathe rapidly, and because of the over-excitement you feel like you're even on the verge of stopping your breathing.
And your lover pinches your thin waist hard at the back, banging up inside your pussy in an overly intense rhythm, as if he's starting to mind the fact that you're kissing, his sex changing angles to find your sensitive spots on the hot, wet inner walls of your pussy, each time pushing up to the sensitive, rounded opening deep inside your pussy before pulling out completely.
You simply can't resist such a fierce attack by two people, and it didn't take long for you to reach another orgasm, and the depths of your pussy began to rhythmically tighten around your lover's still-hot, hard rod, while you gradually lost consciousness. ...
...
You don't know how much time has passed, but when you wake up again you feel more than a little sore, but there is no sticky feeling, you have been cleaned up about once. And the inside of the red swollen pussy has also long been covered with a cool ointment by their thoughtfulness.
But your current position is also too shameful ...
The difference in body size made you easily restrained by your brother in his arms with your back against him, sitting on his thighs, and your legs were completely separated by his wide palms, and although your body had been changed into a comfortable bathrobe, you were completely vacuumed down below, and your lower body, which was undressed and uncovered, combined with the ointment's refreshingly cooling effect, felt even more sensitive to the cool breeze in your lower body ...
"Let go of me!" You tell him through clenched teeth, struggling up in his arms.
"Don't let go." He said and pinched your leg, tiptoeing you casually in his arms twice. "You're so light sis, does it look like you don't usually get fed?" This time he didn't call you sister-in-law as he did before, and deliberately said it close to your ear, tickling your ear as well.
Lover sat down across from you, and even took your right foot and put it on his knee, if he raised his eyes from this angle, he would be able to fully see the infinite beauty of your vacuumed state, and you tried to join your legs together in shame, only to have your mischievous brother forcefully spread your legs even further apart.
"Are you shy, sis? You clearly told us not to stop just now~"
"Shut up ..." You scold him breathlessly, your legs unable to struggle at all.
At that moment a bit of a cool sensation comes from your feet, you look up only to realize that you don't know which corner of the house your lover rummaged through to find a bottle of nail polish that you bought from the supermarket a long time ago, you had thought of applying it on your toenails this summer but you always didn't have the time.
And now he starts to put his head down and apply it carefully, intending to help you fulfill this little wish.
You gamble and don't want him to focus on painting your nails like this, and try to take your foot back, but he takes your slender ankle completely in his broad palm: "Don't move, it'll spend."
...