Gabby 2

Gabby 2

I woke up, still naked from the night before, and headed over to my brothers room. He was still sound asleep, though I could see his cock tenting the sheets. I walked over and sat lightly on the edge of his bed and started rubbing him. He moaned softly and shifted, but didn’t wake up. I wrapped my hand around it a bit more and stroked harder. An “oh yeah,” escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered open.

He looked at me and smiled. “Whatcha doin?” he asked, eying my naked body.

“Being a good girl,” I answered, sliding the covers down his body. Soon they revealed that, unlike me, he had not slept naked. His cock caused his boxers to protrude greatly from his body. I began rubbing it once more, but he sat up, pulling his cock out of reach. I looked at him and frowned.

“Aw, what’s wrong,” he said in mock sympathy, sliding his boxers down so they just barely covered his cock.

“I want to do what I did yesterday,” I told him, “I want to put it in my mouth.”

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he said smiling, interlacing his hands behind his head while his cock sat there beneath his boxers, yearning to be touched.

“Please can I suck your cock?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.

He laughed, “ah, ah, ah, you didn’t call me sir. Get on your knees.” I slid off the bed and onto the floor, resting my palms on my thighs, thinking he was finally going to give in. “Now I want you to beg for it. Oh, and spread your legs a bit further apart and put your hands on your head.”

I slid my knees outward, lowering my shaved and dripping pussy towards the ground then intertwined my fingers behind my head causing my breasts to rise. My nipples hardened in anticipation, and I took a minute to find the words. “Please sir, may I suck your cock?” He slid to the edge of the bed, closer to me, but still out of reach. I continued, “I would love to pleasure you again.” I meant every word of it. He stood and slid his boxers off, exposing his rock hard dick. I drooled in anticipation, but he sat back down.

“Continue,” he said.

“Please sir, I would love to swallow your…your…”

“Cum,” he finished for me.

“I would love to swallow your cum again sir.”

“Are you going to follow my rules?” he asked me.

“Yes sir.”

“All of them?”

“Yes sir.”

“What if I ask you to put all your clothes in my room, so you can wear them only when I say?” I immediately got up to do what he said, but he stopped me before I could leave. “I didn’t tell you it was ok to get up. You have a lot to learn about following rules.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now you may bring your clothes into my room.” I got up and left. One by one, I brought my dresser drawers into his room and stacked them neatly in front of his bed. “Dump them in my closet and put them back.”

One by one, I did as I was told. When I got to the last drawer, my underwear drawer, something made a jingling noise into the pile. “What was that?” he asked.

“I don’t know sir,” I replied, somewhat curious myself, before remembering just what I’d stashed away there.

“Go get it,” he said. It was a gift that a friend of mine had given me a few years back. Her dad was a cop and always on the go, so it wasn’t strange for me to go over to her house and see him in uniform often. Never one with much experience around police, I used to stare goggle-eyed at his badge and the things on his belt, so for my last birthday, she’d given me a pair of handcuffs.

I pulled them out of the pile and held them up to my brother. The keys were on a lanyard that was wrapped around one of the cuffs. “Interesting,” he said with an evil smile.

“Becky gave them to me,” I explained.

“Nice. Put them on.” I dropped the key in front of me and resumed my kneeling position. I maneuvered the cuffs around behind my back, like I’d always seen cops subdue criminals and ratcheted them into place around my wrists until I couldn’t slip my hands through. They weren’t regulation cuffs, but they didn’t have a safety on them. They were separated by a mere two lengths of chain providing quite the restraint.

He stared at my breasts which were now jutting forward slightly due to the position of my arms, beckoning wandering hands to touch. I stared at his cock, fantasizing about drooling on it, and sliding it between my lips.

“How good of a job do you think you did last night?” he asked, breaking my reverie.

“Um, pretty good…sir,” I answered, remembering the salty taste of his cum on my tongue.

“You couldn’t take it all,” he reminded me. I stayed silent. “Do you want me to train you to do a better job?” I nodded emphatically and grinned, relishing the thought of many more blowjobs. “Do you think you can learn?”

I thought about sucking him again, how I could only get just past halfway, and how hard it was to fit any more of him in my mouth.