**”Just a Little Tease”**

I knew it was wrong. Fuck, I *knew* it was wrong. But the way she’d been bouncing around in that short skirt all day, flashing me glimpses of her tight little ass, her smooth thighs—it was driving me insane. My little sister, Emma, was barely legal, but she’d always been a tease, especially around me. Tonight, though? She was *trying* to break me.

We were alone in the living room, our parents out for the night. The TV was on, but I wasn’t paying attention to whatever shitty reality show she’d put on. My eyes were locked on her as she curled up on the couch beside me, that ridiculous pink skirt riding up her thighs every time she shifted. She was biting her lip, pretending to watch the screen, but I could see the little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She *knew* I was staring.

“You okay, John?” she asked, her voice sweet and innocent. Fucking *bullshit*. She stretched her legs out, kicking her feet onto the coffee table, letting her skirt ride up even higher. Fuck, I could see the curve of her ass now, the edge of her lace panties—white, because of fucking *course* they were. My cock was already rock hard, straining against my jeans.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

She giggled, twisting to face me, one knee pressing into the couch. The skirt slipped further, and for a second, I swore I could see the shadow of her pussy through the fabric. My fingers dug into the couch cushion.

“You’re *so* tense,” she murmured, reaching out to squeeze my shoulder. Her fingers trailed down my arm, slow and deliberate. “You should relax.”

Her hand brushed my thigh, and I nearly fucking jumped. She was playing with fire.

“Emma,” I warned, my voice rough.

She tilted her head, all fake innocence. “What?” The way she said it—soft, breathy—was like a match to gasoline.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

One second, she was smirking at me. The next, I had her pinned under me on the couch, my hands pressing her wrists down. She let out a little gasp, her chest rising fast, her tits pressing against my chest.

“You’ve been teasing me all fucking night,” I growled.

Her lips parted, and she squirmed under me, her thighs squeezing together. “So?” she whispered.

I pressed my leg between hers, feeling the heat of her through her skirt. She gasped, her hips jerking against me. “Fuck, you’re *so* wet already,” I muttered.

She whimpered, her cheeks flushing. “John, please—”

I didn’t let her finish. I crushed my mouth against hers, swallowing her moan. Her lips were soft, her tongue hot as it slid against mine. My hands moved down, gripping her waist, shoving her skirt up around her hips. She was wearing those stupid little panties, already soaked through.

I palmed her pussy through the fabric, grinding my hand against her. She cried out, her hips bucking. “Oh my *God*,” she whined, her nails digging into my arms.

“You wanted this,” I growled, yanking her panties to the side. Her pussy was *dripping*, her lips pink and swollen. I didn’t wait—I shoved two fingers inside her, curling them deep.

She *shrieked*, her back arching. “Fuck, fuck, *fuck*—!” Her cunt clenched around my fingers, her thighs trembling. I pumped them in and out, watching her face twist in pleasure.

“You like that?” I rasped, circling my thumb over her clit.

She nodded frantically, her breath coming in sharp little pants. “Y-yes, *please*—!”

I tore my jeans open, freeing my cock. It was throbbing, my tip already leaking. I rubbed it against her soaked slit, teasing her.

She let out a desperate whine. “John, *please*—”

I didn’t make her beg more. I shoved inside her in one hard thrust.

She *screamed*, her nails raking down my back. Her pussy was so fucking tight, so hot. I groaned, my hips slamming into her.

“Fuck, Emma,” I panted, fucking her hard and deep. The couch creaked under us, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

She was gasping, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. “Oh my *God*—don’t stop, don’t stop—!”

I didn’t. My hips pistoned into her, my cock slamming against that sweet spot inside her. Her moans turned high and broken, her body tensing under me.

“I’m gonna—*fuck*—!” she sobbed, her cunt spasming around me.

I gripped her hips, grinding deep as she came, her whole body shaking. The way her pussy clamped down on me sent me over the edge. I buried myself inside her, my cock pulsing as I filled her up.

We collapsed together, panting, sticky with sweat. Her fingers trailed lazily down my back.

She smirked up at me. “Told you you needed to relax.”

I groaned, dropping my head against her shoulder. She was gonna be the death of me.