The moment we pulled up to the guesthouse, I knew this weekend was going to be trouble. Christy practically bounced out of the car in nothing but a lime-green bikini so small it was barely a suggestion, her tits threatening to spill from the triangles of fabric with every excited hop. She’d insisted on “being prepared for the pool” before we’d even unpacked.
Rock’s jaw literally dropped. Selim groaned something about needing a cold drink.
And just like that, my sister had us exactly where she wanted us.
The pool was our battleground for the next five hours, and Christy was a general who knew every strategic advantage she possessed. She’d stretch over the edge of the pool, ass pointed directly at us, letting the water drip off her skin in slow, torturous paths. When she climbed out, she’d arch her back, running her fingers through her wet hair, her hips swaying with deliberate, maddening rhythm.
“You boys want to sunscreen my back?” she purred, handing Rock the bottle.
His hands were actually shaking as he spread the lotion across her shoulders, her spine, the impossibly smooth curve of her lower back. She moaned softly—this weird little throaty sound—just to watch him twitch. I could see the outline of his cock pressing against his swim trunks from across the pool.
“Don’t forget my ass,” she said, looking back over her shoulder, lips curled in a smirk. “I don’t want to burn back there.”
Selim nearly choked on his drink. Rock’s knuckles went white on the bottle.
She gave each of us our own special moments that afternoon. For me, it was when she sat on the edge of the pool and spread her legs just enough that the edge of her pussy lips peeked out from under the wet fabric of her bottoms. She caught me staring and didn’t look away. She just smiled, slow and knowing.
“See something you like, big brother?”
My cock was stone. I couldn’t even deny it.
Her favorite game became bending over to pick up things—the pool float, a towel, a drink—always positioning her ass in one of our line of sights. She’d wiggle. Just a little. Just enough to make us insane.
When she finally peeled off the bikini top to “sunbathe properly,” lying on her stomach with her tits squashed against her towel, the three of us had basically stopped breathing. She laughed once, low, and closed her eyes.
By the time the sun went down, she’d driven us all into a state of pure, aching desperation.
But the best tease was still to come.
We’d had a few drinks that night—beers, whiskey, whatever Selim had brought. Christy had poured us her special “nightcap,” some tropical concoction she made with juice and rum. We were all feeling loose and warm.
I remember her standing in the doorway of the living room, wearing a tiny silk nightie that ended mid-thigh, the outline of her tits plain through the thin fabric.
“Sleep tight, boys,” she cooed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The next thing I knew, I was waking up with a splitting headache.
And ropes around my wrists.
I blinked, vision swimming. The lights were on in the guesthouse living room, and I was naked. Completely. On the floor, my hands bound behind my back with what felt like thick cotton rope.
Rock and Selim were beside me, also naked, also bound. They were starting to stir, groaning.
And there she was.
Christy stood in the center of the room wearing nothing but a pair of electric-blue lace panties and a tiny bra, heels on, a smirk on her face like the cat who’d gotten all the cream.
“Good morning, boys,” she sang.
“Christy, what the fuck—”
“Shhh, big brother.” She put a finger to her lips, strolling toward us with that maddening sway. “I just wanted to make sure I had your full attention.”
She circled us slowly, running a fingernail along my shoulder, my chest. Her nails left goosebumps in their wake.
“Strip the ropes off,” Selim grunted, tugging at his restraints. “And it’s not morning, we don’t know what time it is.”
“It’s two a.m.,” she said, stopping in front of him. She knelt down, level with his bound cock, which was already starting to stir. “And I don’t think I will. Strip the ropes off, I mean.”
“You can’t just tie us up!”
“I did, though. I put something in your drinks. Not much—just enough to make you sleep through me getting you arranged. Aren’t I clever?” She preened, arching her back so her tits pushed closer to him.
I strained against my bonds. They were tight, secure. She knew how to tie a knot, apparently.
“See, here’s my problem.” She stood up, walking back to the chair where she’d been sitting—she’d clearly been watching us sleep. “All day today, you boys have been looking at me like I’m a piece of meat. Like I’m some little fuck toy you could just take turns with.” She laughed, that mocking, musical sound. “And I thought to myself: what if they actually did?”
She settled into the chair, crossing her legs, giving us a perfect view of her thighs, her cunt barely hidden behind that scrap of lace.
“So I’ve decided to let you. But you have to earn it. And right now, you can’t even move.”
She didn’t just sit there. She performed.
Christy leaned back in the chair, watching us strain and twist against our ropes. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra with one fluid motion, letting it fall away. Her tits spilled free—full, heavy, dark nipples already hard.
I swallowed. My cock was thick, hard, aching against my stomach.
“So pathetic,” she whispered, stroking herself, pushing her tits together, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “All three of you, so hard for your little sister. Look at you. Rock, you’re leaking. Selim, I can see your cock twitching from here. And Jay…” She bit her lip. “Big brother’s got the biggest one of all, doesn’t he?”
I wanted to deny it. But the way she looked at my cock, hungry and teasing, made my mouth dry.
“Maybe I should sit on your face first,” she mused, licking her palm, reaching down to cup her pussy through her panties. “Ooh, but you’re tied up. That’s right. You can’t do anything, can you?”
She slid her hand into her panties and started to finger herself—slow, lazy circles, right in front of us. Her breath hitched. Her eyes got that smoldering, half-lidded look.
“Mmm,” she moaned, making sure we all heard it. “If only one of you could get free. Then you could come over here and make me cum properly.”
She pulled her drenched panties aside, just for a second, showing us the pink glistening slit beneath.
“Maybe I should just cum right here,” she cooed, her fingers working faster. “And make you watch. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
Rock had been working on his ropes the whole time. I’d seen him twisting, sawing the fibers back and forth against the edge of the baseboard. He was broader than me, stronger, and the knots were tight but not impossible.
When Christy was on the edge of her own orgasm, eyes closed, head thrown back, lost in her own touch, Rock got one hand free.
Then the other.
He was on his feet in an instant.
Christy’s eyes snapped open. Her fingers froze. And instead of fear, her face split into a wide, shameless grin.
“Rock! You made it.”
“You’re such a fucking tease, Christy.” His voice was raw, wrecked, hungry.
“Am I?” She spread her legs wider, hooking her fingers in the edges of her panties, peeling them down her thighs inch by inch. “You’re going to have to do better than that to earn this.”
He was on her in a heartbeat.
He ripped the panties the rest of the way off, throwing them aside, and buried his face between her thighs. Christy gasped, grabbing the armrests, her back arching. Rock’s tongue was brutal, determined, lapping at her drenched cunt like a dog at water.
“OH—” she cried, fingers tangling in his hair. “Yes, that’s it, that’s it, eat your sister’s—” She caught herself and laughed breathlessly. “Eat me, Rock, eat me!”
He didn’t need telling twice. He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking his tongue across it, and she shattered, shouting, thighs shaking around his head. He didn’t stop. He lapped up every drop as she came, kept licking until she was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
“Enough, enough,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Please, Rock, please—”
He didn’t make her ask twice.
She grabbed his cock—thick, veiny, heavy—and guided it to her entrance. He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, and Christy screamed, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, fingernails raking down the chair arm.
“Holy SHIT—”
“Shut up,” he growled, pulling out and slamming back in. “You wanted this. You tied us up so we’d fuck you.”
“I did, I did, I DID—” She was bouncing against him now, meeting his thrusts, her tits jiggling wildly. “More, Rock, MORE—”
Selim had gotten free too. I watched him move behind her, gripping her hair, tilting her head back.
She looked up at him with a smile that was pure reckless lust.
“Did you think I’d forget about you?” she purred. “Open your mouth.”
He shoved his cock between her lips, and she took him beautifully, moaning around his shaft as Rock pounded her from behind. It was a symphony of wet sounds, slapping skin, and Christy’s muffled cries of pleasure.
She was being split in half, filled from both ends, and she loved every second of it.
I was still fighting my ropes, desperately, furiously. My cock was throbbing so hard I thought it might burst.
But my eyes stayed locked on Christy as Rock finished deep inside her, his whole body shuddering, and pulled out. She collapsed forward, gasping, glistening, completely wrecked.
Selim pulled out of her mouth and came over her face, painting her lips and cheek with thick ropes of cum.
She giggled, touching a drop, bringing it to her lips. “Mmm. That’s just the beginning, isn’t it?”
Then her eyes met mine.
Something shifted in them. The teasing, playful mask dropped. What was left was raw, aching hunger.
“Jay,” she whispered, her voice small for the first time. “Come here.”
My knots gave way.
I don’t remember crossing the room. I just remember being on my knees in front of her, my hands gripping her hips, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“Make me feel it this time,” she breathed, looking up at me with those gorgeous, wicked eyes. “Make me feel what I’ve been teasing all day.”
I pushed inside her.
Christy’s mouth fell open—a silent, shuddering cry. She was soaked, loose, wrecked from Rock’s pounding, but my cock was longer, thicker, and the way her walls clamped around me told me she felt the difference instantly.
“JAY,” she finally gasped. “JAY, YES—”
I fucked her with everything I had. Every hour of tease, every moment of her torturing me, went into each thrust. Her legs were over my shoulders now, bent nearly double, my cock sinking into her deeper than she’d ever been filled.
“Oh god, big brother, your cock—your cock is so fucking big—” Her words were desperate, garbled. “I wanted this, I wanted you to be the one—AH—”
Her cunt was squeezing me, milking me. She was close again.
“Cum for me,” I growled, pounding into her deepest spot. “Cum around your brother’s cock, you greedy little slut.”
She shrieked. Her back arched off the floor, and I felt her orgasm ripple around my cock like a fist.
I let go.
I came inside her with a roar, pumping her full, filling her hot and deep until she was sobbing with overstimulation, grinning like a lunatic.
We took her again. All three of us.
It was a gangbang, of course. Christy wanted it, demanded it, and after a night of her teasing, we were all too wired to stop. I watched as Rock took her from behind while she rode Selim’s face, her mouth stretched around my cock as Tulip used her throat. We swapped, turned, repositioned—she took us in every hole, moaning our names, begging for more, harder, deeper.
By the time we were done, she was painted in cum—her tits, her face, her thighs, her stomach, and her cunt dripping with everything we’d left inside her.
She lay in the middle of the floor, looking up at the ceiling, a lazy, satisfied grin on her face.
“Boys,” she whispered, hoarse but happy. “That’s how you’re supposed to treat a tease.”
Rock and Selim collapsed beside her. I lay on her other side, close enough to feel the new heat coming off her body.
“Next time,” I murmured against her ear, “warn me before you tie me up.”
She rolled over to face me, and her grin widened.
“Where’s the fun in that, big brother?”
I felt my cock stir again.
Looking at her, covered in all of us, grinning like she’d won the lottery…
She had.
We were at the guesthouse for three more days.
She made sure we’d never look at a pool the same way again.
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