Drunk Dargon Special [ 2 / 5 ]
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Katherine replied excitedly, "Brother! You know it would be fine! I'm your fuck toy. I'll do anything you like. Anything. Anything! My body is literally your toy to play with 24 hours a day. Wake me up in the middle of the night if you feel like cupping a tit or whatever. I need to apologize to you again. Your fuck toy is so sorry for being jealous. Since you're the owner of this particular fuck toy, it's your duty to punish me. I think you have to spank these jealous feelings clean out of me. Starting right now."
"What, you want me to spank you at this hour? That's totally going to wake Mom up. And then we'll be majorly busted."
"They don't have to be loud slaps. In fact, I'd prefer it if you gave me rather mild ones, followed by lots of fingering of my pussy to make it all feel better. That shouldn't tax your penis."
He rolled his eyes. "I don't think that's much of a punishment. Sounds like a reward to me."
"Oopsies. Is it?" She put an extremely stupid expression on her face, and then broke into giggles. "I guess you're right. You did just say you wanted to please me more often like I deserve to be pleased. You don't want to get your fuck toy all rusty from lack of use, do you?"
"Hey. I just gave you a good fucking this afternoon."
Katherine was sitting up on his bed with her legs spread wide. Her fingers were spreading her pussy lips open as well, as a visual invitation to fuck. She smiled naughtily and let go of her nether lips, but otherwise didn't respond to his admonishment.
Instead, she answered, "You did, and I love you for it, but that was hours ago! What have you done for me lately?" She giggled some more. "Your fuck toy needs a good, solid brother-fucking every night before she can get to sleep. But a naughty spanking will do the trick in a pinch."
He shook his head in wonder at her constant teasing. He seriously considered the idea of spanking her. I could help her get off, and it'd leave my sorry dick safely away from her aggressive hands. Not a bad idea, actually. I really owe her more orgasms.
He said, "I should be soooo asleep right now. I can hardly keep my eyes open. And my dick is crying for mercy. Today's been a weird day, but I guess every day has been a weird day these last few weeks. But I'll do it to show you how much I love you."
"You will? Really? Cool! You're such a good brother. But first, I like what you were saying about kissing. I want my goodnight kiss too." She slid up the bed and they kissed on the lips for many enjoyable minutes.
He was put in the paradoxical position of enjoying the electric kiss and running his hands over her body while trying to think unsexy thoughts to prevent a full erection.
At the end of the kiss, he said, "I really don't mean to neglect you. It would be a dream come true for me if we could fuck every day, right in the middle of the living room. I want that too, if we only could."
"I know that, Brother; I do. Sorry for being so demanding. I really do deserve a good spanking, so give me all you've got."
She bent over the edge of his bed and presented her ass to him.
He stood up and swatted her repeatedly. The sound of his hands striking her ass cheeks wasn't so loud; it was about the same as a loud clap. He knew the walls of his room would muffle the sound. It helped that she diligently refrained from crying out.
Just as she'd hoped, his strikes weren't terribly hard, and there was actually much more fingering of her pussy between the strikes. However, the strikes were harder than she expected, as he let out his pent-up anger at her treatment of Amy.
As with the kissing, he had to think unsexy thoughts to preserve his penis. He mostly kept his eyes closed and swatted blindly so he wouldn't get too turned on by the sight of his sexy, nude sister in such a submissive position. After all, he was doing it solely for her pleasure.
She made it more difficult for him by talking after each swat. She whispered things like, "Oh yes! Do it again! Your dirty, nasty sister needs another!"
So he gave her another slap.
She responded with, "Yes! So good! Brother is teaching sister her place! She needs his firm hand and his firm pole. Oooooh. Firm finger too!" That last comment was in response to the finger he put back in her pussy. "So nice, but give me another bitch slap with your finger wiggling around like that."
He swatted her again.
She replied, "Again! Again! Train me! Bend me! Mold me into the perfect fuck toy! But don't take your finger out! Oh good Lord fucking Jesus H. Christ! Yes!"
"Shhhh!" he whispered. "And don't call yourself a bitch. That's not nice."
"Show me who's boss! Spank me harder!"
She had several orgasms and left his hand coated in her pussy juice. Yet she still demanded to be spanked longer. It wasn't surprising, since the strikes were hard enough to smart quite a bit, but weren't intensely painful. They just heightened her overwhelming feeling of pleasure and elation, like sour food making sweet food taste all the sweeter. Even though no single ass-slap was that tough, the sheer number of slaps eventually took their toll, turning her ass cheeks rosy red.
After he gave her about forty smacks, he looked at the clock and was startled at the time. His penis was hard, very hard, but he was sure it couldn't handle any more tactile stimulation so he hid it from her.
He whispered, "Crap. Spanking's over. Another half hour of sleep I've blown, thanks to your visit. I'm going to be so hating waking up tomorrow that I can't even bear to think about it. Time for my Leaky Little Sister to get out of here. Go!" He swatted her on the butt one last time, making it particularly hard just for fun.
She replied saucily, "Now that's the brother I love. We need to have these talks more often, especially if they always end in a spanking. I like how you spanked me so hard. You're taking firm control of your sister. I love it. I feel like I've died and gone to fuck heaven." She giggled, "This'll keep me satiated, for a few hours anyway. Goodnight my love!"
She grabbed her robe from the floor and blew him a kiss.
He didn't have the energy to really ponder her strange attitude. But he thought about some of what she'd said and especially about how she felt neglected. He set his alarm clock to three in the morning instead of his usual morning wake-up time and decided, I'll wake up then and see how I feel. I can always just go right back to sleep.
He fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
