Jessica’s shapely thighs tighten around your throat, threatening to cut off your air supply.
“Jess!” you croak as you slap your sister’s thigh lightly in an attempt to tap out.
“Aw, throwing in the towel already?” Jessica slurs with a drunken grin and half-lidded eyes, she’s enjoying this more than she should be.
Your relationship with your older sister has always been a bit more hands on than the usual sibling bond. Jessica and you were always close, but as the years went by it seems like Jess just found more and more reasons to get physical with you. She gets even worse after she’s had a few beers, like tonight.
She had drunkenly asked you to wrestle with her, which you refused. She decided your consent wasn’t needed for her enjoyment tonight. Currently, Jess has her thighs wrapped around your neck, forcing the back of your head against the crotch of her athletic shorts.
You pull at your sister’s calf, hoping to free yourself from her plush, forceful embrace. All the while you try your best to ignore how hot her groin feels against the back of your head.
She giggles at your futile attempt to escape, “What’s wrong little bro?” Jessica slurs playfully, “Can’t even overpower a girl?”
“Oh my god,” your older sister gasps in drunken amusement as she sees the growing bulge in your jeans, “Is this making you hard you little perv?” she asks with a laugh.
“N-no!” you protest weakly, still trapped between your sister’s luscious legs while your cheeks burn a furious red.
Jessica leans over you, her long locks of auburn hair falling across your face, “Don’t lie.” she purrs with a taunting tone, “So what about this is turning you on? Is it being bullied by a girl, or is it because I’m your sister?”