Teasing Her

“James” Dante called him by his name, his voice inpatient.

“Who is he and where is he?” Dante asked.

“He is our stepdad and… ” James sighed softly.

“And the hell, that man was psychotic. He was a lunatic and thought… Oh god, I can’t tell you about it, man. He was a total psycho but I don’t know where he is right now and I don’t care about where he is cause I never want to see him”

“I think I do want to see him, just once before I kick his corpse into a ditch” Dante replied.

“I am sorry but not now… Maybe later when this doesn’t take me with so much surprise. Then, I will be able to talk about this” James replied.

Dante fell silent for a few seconds, his fingers rubbing the space between his brows.

“Alright. We will talk about this again tomorrow, James”

“Alright. Can you give the phone to Mireille? She has been avoiding my calls these days. I want to hear her voice” James replied.

“A minute” Dante walked back to the dinning table where he found that Mireille had pulled his own plate of food and was eating it.

He chuckled softly and Mireille tried to hold back her giggles, her mouth stuffed.

“James wants to talk to you” Dante raised his phone and saw Mireille’s eyed widen.

“I… I…” She shook her head, motioning to Dante that she did not want to pick the call but Dante was not having it.

Her not talking to James would make James even more suspicious that something was going on between them.

“Have the phone now, Princess. Don’t be a disobedient girl” Dante stretched the phone to her and Mireille grumbled, taking the phone.

She took the phone to her ear and mumbled an hello.

“Hello Mireille! For how long did you think you would avoid me?” James voice was deep.

“I was not avoiding you” Mireille grumbled a lie.

“Oh, I see…. Not picking my calls and not opening my messages is not you avoiding me, it is you totally paying all of your attention to me. I said I am sick here and recuperating but you are barely even calling to hear from me” James complained and Mireille was about to respond when Dante suddenly went on his knees.

She shot him a look asking what he was doing on his knees but Dante ignored her questioning look.

“I am sorry, James. It was all my fault but I really did not mean to ignore you. I am sorry. You won’t….” Her words trailed off when Dante spread her legs.

“You won’t stay angry at your sister for long, right?” Mireille asked, her breathing getting heavy as Dante reached for the waist band of the shorts she was wearing and pulled it down.

Mireille almost cursed herself for lifting her hips to make it easier for him to pull down her shorts.

What the hell was wrong with her? She was on a call with James, her brother and his best friend was in between her legs.

“You are doing this because you know that I can’t stay angry at you for long” James accused and at that moment, Dante pushed his fingers to her panty covered clit.

Mireille clasped her hands over her mouth as he applied a little bit more pressure to her clit.

“You’re getting wet” Dante mouthed to her, the smirk still on his face.

“Hey? Are you there?” James asked.

“Can I call you later James?” Mireille asked, her voice thinned and yet heavy but one glance at Dante made her reconsider.

“Don’t you dare end the call” Dante mouthed to her, pulling her panties to a side and grazing his fingers in her wet slit. Mireille’s toes curled and her moan vanished into a groan as she tried not to make it noticeable.

“What’s wrong?” James asked.

“Nothing” Mireille replied in one quick, sharp breath.

“Are you sure?” James asked and that was the moment Dante chose to slip one finger into her wet snatch.

“Oh god” Mireille just could not hold back the moan.

“What’s happening?” James asked, half in worry and half in suspicion.

“I am trying to…” Her words trailed off as Dante slowly pulled his finger out of her and took his juice shiny finger into his mouth, sucking on it while staring directly into her eyes.

“I am trying to reach something on the shelf but I can’t quite reach it” Mireille lied, hoping James would believe it.

“Have Dante get it for you. The dude is much more taller. Or you can get a stool” James replied as Mireille watched Dante take two fingers back to her pussy and dipped it into her wetness.

“I… I will get a stool!” Her voice pitched at the end, her eyes begging Dante to at least let her end the call but Dante seemed to be enjoying this very much.

“Alright, do you want me to call you later?” James asked.

“I… I…” Mireille’s other hand grabbed the table tightly as Dante suddenly and so unexpectedly, thrusted his fingers into her fast for a few seconds.

“Yes, please. Call me later. I am almost touching the item I need” Mireille shivered.

“Alright, then” James ended the call and Mireille let out a loud cry.

“Oh god, Master!” She moaned and Dante grinned at her.

“Look at you, so wet from being touched while on the phone with your brother.” Dante groaned and pulled her closer to him until Mireille could feel his breath on her pussy.

Her body trembled.

“You are already on the verge of cumming, Princess.” Dante dipped his head in and licked her pussy.

“Aaargh! Yes” Mireille cried, satisfied that she could now moan without a single worry.

She dropped the phone on the dinning table and sent her hands into Dante’s dark hair, pulling his face into her pussy while he lapped and licked at her pussy eagerly.

Dante ate out her pussy, pushing his tongue in between her pussy lips and sending it into her pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Mireille moaned as she felt his thick tongue pushing inside of her pussy and fucking her at a steady pace.

Warm against her pussy, the act had Mireille on the edge.

“Permission to cum? Please say yes, Master” she cried out, her ass lifting off the chair and her pussy grinding his face.

“I will give you the pleasure. Do it. Cum on my fucking tongue!”