The spanking finally stopped. My ass was on fire, throbbing like it had been set ablaze, but Sofia didn't push me off right away. Instead she gently released me, her palm sliding up my back in slow, soothing circles — that perfect mix of punishment and motherly care that always fucked with my head.
I stayed bent over her lap for a second, breathing hard, before she finally let me slide off. I rubbed my sore ass and shot her a glare. "What's with the hurry? Why are you in such a rush?"
She sighed, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Today at the office we have a very important family meeting. So get ready. Now."
"Family meeting, huh?" I scoffed, still trying to play it cool even though my cheeks were burning. "Well, I'm not interested in that shit. Why don't you go ahead? I'll pass."
Sofia's lips curved into a dangerous little smile.
Before I could even blink, her hands moved with that same blinding speed. She grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and yanked it up and over my head in one smooth motion. My pants followed a heartbeat later — she hooked her fingers into the waistband and ripped them down to my ankles. I wasn't wearing boxers. Of course I wasn't.
I stood there completely and utterly naked.
It was still early morning, so my cock had been half-hard from the spanking and the feel of her body against mine. The moment the cool air hit it, though, it betrayed me completely — shrinking and softening until it was just a pathetic, embarrassed little thing hiding between my thighs.
I slapped both hands over my crotch and glared at her, face burning hotter than my ass.
Sofia's deep blue eyes flicked downward for half a second. Then she smirked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Even your cock fears me."
I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.
She turned on her heel, robe swishing around her thick thighs, and tossed the warning over her shoulder like it was nothing.
"I'll give you roughly forty-five minutes. If I see you're not ready by then…"
The threat hung in the air as she stepped out and closed the door behind her with a soft click.
I stood there naked, hands still cupped over my shriveled dick, heart hammering, and the only thought running through my brain was:
*Fuck… why does her treating me like this turn me on so much?*
I finally dragged myself into the bathroom. A quick, cold shower helped… mostly. By the time I stepped out, the red handprints on my ass had faded to a warm glow and my head was slightly clearer.
I slipped on my favorite casual T-shirt — the black one with the cute skeleton knight figurine riding a bone dragon on the front — and was just reaching for my boxers when a sharp knock came at the door.
"Looks like Sofia again," I muttered under my breath, tossing the boxers aside in irritation. *Damn it, I can't even put on my underwear in peace.* "Alright, alright, alright! Coming, coming!"
I yanked the door open, still half-hard from the shower and the memory of Sofia's thighs under me.
The second I saw who was actually standing there, my cock surged to full, throbbing hardness in a single heartbeat.
Amelia Harrington.
My stepsister.
Her face and the entire upper half of her body were completely drenched in orange juice. The thin white blouse she'd clearly thrown on after the earlier chaos was now soaked through, plastered tight against her skin. Those huge, soft breasts — easily double-Ds and way too perfect to belong to someone who was technically family — were on full display. The wet fabric had turned almost see-through, outlining every curve and showing off the lacy black bra underneath like it wasn't even there.
My eyes locked straight onto her tits.
She stared straight down at my big, hard cock.
For one long, electric second the hallway went dead silent. The tension crackled between us like static before a storm. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. My dick twitched visibly in the open air, shamelessly pointing right at her soaked chest.
Neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke.
I could see her nipples starting to harden against the cold, sticky juice and the thin lace.
*Fuck…*
With complete fluster and embarrassment, I slammed the door shut in her face.
"W-what?! What are you doing here?!" I blurted out, voice cracking like a nervous teenager.
From the other side of the door came a bright, sarcastic laugh that sent a fresh throb straight through my cock.
"Oh, it's nothing special, really," Amelia drawled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I'm just here to say good morning to my 'little brother.'"
I glanced down at my still-twitching, rock-hard cock with pure irritation. The damn thing was pointing straight at the door like it had a mind of its own. I slapped a hand over it and shot back, "Cut the crap and tell me why you're really here!"
She sighed loudly enough for me to hear through the wood.
"Don't you see I'm covered in orange juice? I was trying to take a shower, but there's no hot water coming from my bathroom. So I decided to use yours."
Of course. The earlier chaos downstairs had clearly fucked up the plumbing in her room. Typical rich-house problems.
I rubbed the back of my neck, heart still hammering. "Okay… give me a second."
I heard her shift outside the door, the wet fabric of her blouse making a soft, sticky sound as she waited patiently.
She wasn't leaving.
And I was still standing here completely naked, cock throbbing painfully hard at the memory of those massive, see-through tits and the way her eyes had locked onto my dick like she couldn't look away.
A few minutes later, after scrambling to throw on some clothes, I finally stepped out of my room.
The second my eyes landed on Amelia, my cock twitched hard inside my pants again.
She was still standing right there in the hallway, arms crossed under those massive breasts. The thin white blouse was completely soaked and clinging obscenely to her skin, the black bra clearly visible underneath, her nipples still noticeably hard from the cold orange juice. She looked like the star of every wet T-shirt fantasy I'd ever had.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Ahem… You can use my shower now."
Seeing the way I was shamelessly staring at her chest, Amelia's lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
"If you want to see them fully," she purred, voice low and teasing, "you can come inside with me and help me bathe."
My face instantly burned bright red with embarrassment.
Without saying another word, I turned on my heel and started walking down the corridor toward the main hall, trying to ignore the way my dick was straining painfully against my zipper.
Even as I escaped, I could hear her bright, mocking laughter behind me as she pushed open the door to my room and stepped inside.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists.