Your eyes open. Your heart is already racing with fright, though you're not entirely sure why. You raise your head off the carpet and peer down at your younger sister who has just finished tying a rudimentary knot around your ankles with a pair of shoelaces. You feel your wrists bound uncomfortably behind your back so you use all your might to bring yourself into an upright position on the floor.



Amber crawls onto your lap and looks you in the eyes. You suddenly find yourself weak and compliant, just the way she likes you. She leans forward and slowly runs her tongue up your cheek, sending a shock of ecstasy throughout your body. Feeling your erection grow, she moves her hips in tiny, slow circles in your lap.



You try to speak, to mouth any combination of words that convey your defiance but only manage to stutter and mumble incoherently. She grasps your face in her hands and continues to lick you like a child with a cone of rocky road, completely oblivious to any objections you may have.



As scared and confused as you feel, your rock hard penis doesn't seem to mind. Your sister dry humps you for what seems like forever and brings you dangerously close to ejaculation, then stops. She stares at your dripping face, taking in your expression that you'd imagine is a cocktail of fear, guilt and ecstasy.



"You look kinda freaked out brother," Amber taunts, feigning concern. "Just say the word and I'll get up off you and leave." She leans in close and presses her lips to yours while rubbing you between her thighs.



After she pulls away from the kiss, she stares intently at you for a reply. You simply stare stupidly into her eyes, jaw hanging open, as the lust coursing through you veins has taken reign of your mind. The part of you that wants out of the situation no longer has the strength to vocalize its request. You don't speak, you don't fight her, you just...give up.



"Nothing? Nothing at all?" Amber giggles happily and wraps her arms around your neck. "Good. You look so yummy, I don't think I can wait any longer."



She smiles and nuzzles her forehead against yours, her eyes never breaking their stare. After a moment of admiring you, her mouth opens as if to say something; she doesn't. It opens wider, then wider still. You watch as she opens her maw so entirely wide you can see the back of her throat. Her hands come up and dig into your hair as she pulls your head down lower. She presses her pillowy lips to your face, covering your mouth and nose entirely.



Startled, you inhale instinctively, but her mouth forms a tightly fitting seal. Amber responds by inhaling as well, sucking you further within. Her tongue presses up against your face and laps at you as if sampling your flavor. She sucks again, and your entire head slides perfectly into her mouth with a plop. Your attempt at pulling yourself out is met with her arms wrapping around you, a loving hug that negates any leverage you might have had.



Amber begins inhaling through her nose, allowing a bit of oxygen into her mouth, enough for you to gasp and take in a small bit of air. You squirm with all your might but your sister squeezes your hips down tight with her thighs. She continues to grind herself into your lap and some primal part of you begs her to continue.



She sucks again; hard. You hear a muffled moan of pleasure. She begins to softly chew on you, not enough to hurt but enough to roll you around in her mouth and taste every inch of you. You feel a lot more saliva than before. The warm fluid pours out from her glands and begins to fill her mouth. Between her unrelenting suckling, her smothering tongue and the copious amount of saliva, you're completely overwhelmed. You swallow a mouthful of her saliva in an attempt to make more room for oxygen. It helps but only momentarily as she continues to gently moan and salivate. You swallow, breathe, then swallow again. Minutes pass of struggling for air and just gulping down mouthfuls of your sister's juices.



The darkness fills with stars as the lack of air takes its toll. Your body writhes instinctively in one final attempt at freeing itself from certain death, but to no avail. Sensing your weakness, Amber takes a deep breath and swallows hard, gulping your head into her tight, widening throat. Peristalsis takes over and you feel the warm, welcoming embrace of her esophagus as your little sister begins taking you in completely. Gulp by gulp, you're slowly pulled into her awaiting tummy where every ounce of you is dissolved and absorbed. All that remains of you will be added to the curvature of Amber's body until she burns you off swallowing somebody else.