Age Recommendation: 18+
A game night between a brother and sister takes a turn towards bondage and ownership.
If there was any simple way to summarise why Luc decided to go to university in a different city to his family, then it would revolve around four very simple words.
"Tell me to stop."
They were words that haunted him late at night. When he wanted his mind to shut down and let him sleep, it brought up those little words, and the tone that uttered them.
Memories of the little sister who relentlessly teased him with them, as she ever so slightly stepped over lines that should never be crossed between family.
It wasn't that he had a bad relationship with her.
For the most part, they were just brother and sister. They had their little fights, and then they went by. Both of them knew they could always call the other for help.
The problem was that... Every now and then, out of the blue, when he was alone around her she would do something crazy inappropriate. When he tried to stop her, she'd use those four little words, and... And he found it tempting not to stop her.
It had all started on her eighteenth birthday.
Or to be more precise, the morning after her eighteenth birthday. Luc had a little too much to drink during the party, and had expected to wake up hungover, and spend the day finding excuses not to climb out of bed.
What he hadn't expected was to be woken up before sunrise with Mia lying on top of his blanket, staring him in the face.
She'd seemed so excited, just like she had the night before. Luc hadn't suspected a thing. Just his grinning and cheeky little sister.
He'd groaned something about it being too early, which it actually was, and dragged the blanket over his head.
Mia laughed at him and yanked the blanket not just down but threw it off the bed altogether. "That's the point. You don't want to get caught like this."
"What?"
She'd shushed him, putting a finger to his lips, and then her other hand snaked around his morning wood, just his pyjamas between them. She didn't exactly start to jack him, just held him.
Luc swallowed nervously, "Mia..."
She'd smirked, and said those four words for the first time.
He had... Eventually.
His sister bounced to her feet, threw the blanket at him and laughed as she left the room.
That was the first incident, the first time that she'd cross the line and teased him. Making him wonder exactly what would happen if he didn't stop his beautiful sister.
Half the problem was that she was beautiful. Absolutely, utterly, stunning. If we were in another country, she might have been drafted into a cheerleading outfit.
Naturally wavy brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders, bright blue eyes that were too easy to get lost in. Full lips, and breasts that other women would kill for.
She only got worse after that first moment.
Cornered a few times in the bathroom, including once where she didn't just grab a hold of Luc, but slipped her hand directly into his clothes before he even knew she was there.
Always whispering those four words.
Always making him want to stay silent, and see just how far she'd take it. To see if she was just fucking with his head, or that by some miracle the forbidden attraction really was mutual.
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