Naked Power Plays

Kerry snapped her gaze to her brother's, her expression stern. "What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" she retorted with a hint of impatience. "I'm getting what I want. Simple as that. Besides, you already got what you wanted, so you don't get to complain."

"I don't want to see you like this."

She smirked, completely unfazed, her voice slicing through the tension like a razor dipped in venom. "Oh, fuck yeah, you get to see how fucking well I've matured and grown the hell up. Unlike your sorry ass… still jerking off to your shitty Power Rangers, your dumbass plastic T-Rex models, and those creepy-as-fuck anime posters plastered all over your goddamn room like some otaku shrine. Some of us like to fucking move on, Bish-Bitch... some of us like to grow the fuck up, you little prick!"

His eyes bulged, his cheeks flushing as he fumbled for words. "Sis… you're naked… right in front of Chad, my friend, who's also naked! And you think this is fine? What's happening to you?" He shuffled back, his voice shaky with unease. "This isn't maturity or growing up. It's… it's just messed up."

Still frozen in place, Chad shrugged casually and piped up, "Dude, they're just boobs on a naked woman. Relax, man. She's just a naked chick, like the ones you scroll through online all the time." But even as he said it, his eyes lingered on her, a flicker of admiration breaking through his nonchalance. He couldn't deny it—her boobs were impressive, more than impressive, really. They were full and perfectly shaped, with a natural perkiness that defied gravity.

Spinning toward Chad, his voice dripped with scorn and raw discomfort. "Those are just Lil K's boobs, dude. Not like real women's boobs. She's just my damn sister with these… fat lumps hanging off her. Nothing more."

Kerry snapped, her eyes burning with fury. "I'll give you a fat lump in your fucking face in a second if you don't STFU! Two fat lumps… called fists." With that, she shoved Bishop violently against the wall. The impact rattled his bones, sending him sliding down the surface in a daze. As he fell, his back scraped the wall, ripping one of his My Life as Inukai-san's Dog posters as he went down.

Her sister spun around to face Chad, completely unfazed. Bishop, in his disoriented state, couldn't help but get an eyeful of her perfectly rounded butt and the trimmed pussy visible from behind. A weird, half-choked laugh sputtered out of him, disbelief warring with his bruised pride as he muttered, "Matured? You've barely got a whisper of hair down there. Me? I've got three times the pubes… front and back. Your butt crack's practically bald, Kerry. Guess I'm the one who's grown up more, huh?"

Kinda a weird flex from Bishop, but whatever. Neither of them really caught him muttering it, nor cared.

Chad stood there, one hand loosely gripping his dick, giving it a quick, tommy-tug while Kerry's back was turned. He was a butt guy, mostly—loved a good curve—but when she spun around, her perky, massive tits hit him like a freight train. She caught him mid-motion and snapped, "Did I say you could jerk off to me?!"

He flinched, stammering, "I wasn't! I just… look, no pockets, no clothes…. nowhere else to put my hands, okay? It's like… the only fidget toy I've got when I'm standing around like this." His voice was half-defensive, half-sheepish, his hand still hovering awkwardly.

An eyebrow raised, her lips twisting into a sly, seductive smirk. "Why not just… slip it in here instead?" Her voice oozed suggestion as she stepped in close, snagging his arm and pulling him tight against her. She brushed her lips along his neck, kissing softly, and Chad felt his erection awkwardly nudge the crease where her thigh met her groin. He shifted, clueless, and it brushed the edge of her pubic bone, then slid sideways to poke the soft flesh of her inner thigh, before jabbing just below her lower bikini line—still missing the mark. Kerry let out a sharp, impatient sigh, her irritation spiking as she adjusted her hips, fed up with his fumbling. Taking charge, she gripped his dick with a firm, no-nonsense hold, guiding it exactly where it belonged—deep inside her, smooth and deliberate.

Frozen, overwhelmed by the wet, warm sensation enveloping him, his brain short-circuited, fumbling for a comparison. It reminded him of those nights he got lost in anime marathons, too distracted to eat properly, letting a slice of pizza hover over his lap until hot cheese dripped onto his junk. Similar vibe—except this "pizza" was… hairier. Then it clicked where he actually was, especially as he shifted slightly and a low, sultry moan escaped from her.

"Don't move," Kerry gasped, her voice a husky, sensual command as she stood pressed against him, her breath catching in short, desperate bursts. "Ohhh… keep it right there… steady… fuck, I love this feeling…" A low, guttural moan spilled from her, "Mmm-ahh," her body trembling slightly as she balanced on her feet, her chest rising and falling with a ragged, "Haaah…" Chad stood frozen, his dick buried deep inside her, feeling every pulse as she whimpered again, "Ohh… yesss," her voice quivering with ecstasy, legs steady but knees quaking faintly from the intensity.

Chad blinked, processing. So this is what some girls call sex? I just stand here with a hard-on, and that's it? He almost smirked. Way easier than I thought. No clue why people write whole books about this crap when it's this simple. Then he felt it—more heat swirling around his dick inside her, a slick, wet rush of her juices coating him, slippery and warm, like she was drenching him from the inside out. It pulsed around him, a gushy little vortex sucking at his shaft, making his heartbeat thud in his ears. He could blow his load right then, just let it rip, but nah—he wanted to ride this weird, wet wave a bit longer. Or at least until he got tired of standing there… But nah… he wanted to stretch this out a little longer. Or at least until he got bored. It felt waaaay too good right now.

One last guttural "Fuck yeah!" escaped her, a ragged breath sucked in as she stood there, gripping Chad in a sweaty, possessive hug, his dick still deep inside her. Both of them stood there, rooted like damn statues, basking in the filthy heat of it all. She snapped her head around, locking eyes with Bishop, who was slumped on the floor, looking like a clueless idiot.

Gawking up at her from the floor, pressed against the side of the bedroom wall, Bishop was completely bewildered. His voice wavered as he stammered, "What... what did you do to my friend's dick?! I don't see it anywhere!!"

Kerry sneered, her voice a vicious snarl, "Where the fuck do you think it is, you goddamn brain-dead moron?! It's up my cunt, you useless fucking twat!"

"Whoa…" Chad couldn't suppress a shaky, breathy moan, his eyes flaring wide. The sensation crashed over him like a tidal wave—her pussy tensed and tightened around his dick, a hot, throbbing grip that grew stronger with every furious shout she aimed at Bishop. It was her aggressive yelling, the way she snarled and ripped into her brother with each biting insult, that made her walls clench harder, coiling around him with relentless pressure. Having his dick inside a girl while she unleashed that rage on her brother wasn't something he'd ever pictured on his bucket list. But the way her fury at Bishop fuelled every squeeze and twist around him? It was intense—almost too intense to handle.

Scoffing, Bishop now realised where Chad's dick was. "Good... I hope you catch something. You know his dick's been in hundreds of girls, and not a single one of them used protection. I highly doubt… I mean... condoms... do girls even wear those?" He mumbled the rest under his breath.

Kerry let out a sultry moan. "Ohh..." She moaned again, breathy and eager. "So you've been with many girls, Mr. Popular... I can see why... Your popularity just makes me even more... wet."

Chad groaned. "I'm loyal to... one... ummm..." He let out another moan. "One girl..." He was about to say his waifu before Kerry cut him off.

She moaned again, pressing against him. "Loyal to one girl... at a time."

With urgency in her voice, she cried out, "Bishop, take the damn photos now before I orgasm all over his dick! We don't have all day!!"

Bishop stared, dumbfounded. "Photos? What the hell are you on about? I already took loads of pictures of you with naked Chad…. How many do you need?"

Kerry rolled her eyes. "You fucking idiot... I was dressed in those! Those were just warm-ups. Now it's time for the real ones… the ones I actually want."

Bishop's face hardened, a storm of anger and disbelief brewing in his eyes. "No. No way." His voice cut through the air, icy and unyielding, leaving no room for argument. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening as tension coiled through him. "I'm not snapping nude pics of my sister… with my friend involved." He flicked his gaze away, wrestling for control, before locking eyes with her again. "And please… close your legs."

"Fine…" Kerry snapped her thighs shut, her pussy tightening around Chad's dick in a sudden, firm grip. Chad let out a low, involuntary groan, his breath hitching with a sexual edge.

"That's not what I meant," Bishop muttered under his breath, exasperated.

She turned to face him again, with her hands still wrapped around Chad in a naked hug, and said, Take the photos now. "You take the photos, or I'll kick you in the balls like I did when we were kids…. remember how you used to cry and run off to your room every time? Don't make me do it again!!!"

Bishop grimaced. "Fine… but can you make it less awkward? Chad, can you remove your dick from inside my sister for the picture?" He didn't want another kick—last time, her foot slammed into his balls with merciless force, leaving him doubled over, gasping, unable to jerk off for a week from the relentless ache. Watching her with Chad, though? It was weird, sure, but nowhere near that level of pain. After seeing his sister fully naked like this and having sex with his friend, he probably wouldn't be able to jack off for about five days, so it wasn't quite as bad as a kick to the balls.

"No, you snivelling little fuck," Kerry spat, cutting Chad off before he could utter a word, her eyes glinting with vicious glee. "His dick's staying jammed right up inside me for the first shot, you hear me? It'll slide out for the next one. I want a nasty, dripping memory of this stud's gorgeous cock owning me… something to plaster on my wall and rub in your pathetic face every damn day, you loser. Bet your sorry ass never got laid this good."

Chad barely had a second to respond before Kerry's voice took over. Her pussy gripped his dick like a vise, tight as a trapped finger, clenching harder every time she shouted with that fierce edge. He doubted he could pull out even if he tried—his balance teetered, and instinctively, he slid his hands to her butt to steady himself. Kerry's eyes flicked up, a flash of worry crossing her face as if she might unleash the same venom she'd spat at her brother for daring to touch her. But instead, a playful giggle slipped out, light and unexpected. Chad quickly shifted his arms, wrapping them around her back, turning her one-sided naked hug into something mutual.