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Popping an aspirin into his mouth, Mingjue sits down heavily on the too stiff bed of his hotel room. His work trip was proving to be more of a headache than he had expected. He desperately needed a distraction from all the arguments, numbers and contracts floating around his head from the day's negotiations.
He flips open his laptop and an ad for a cam stream pops up in his personal email. The ad didn't show the woman's face, but she is definitely his type (he's definitely not going to think about how his type seems very familiar..)
This is exactly what he needs. A good orgasm while watching a hot girl and then hopefully to pass out until morning. He follows the link and signs up. It's set to start in a few minutes, so he grabs a gin from the mini bar, pours it over ice and comes back just in time for the for the camgirl to turn on the stream.
He doesn't drop his drink, but it is a near thing- the coquettish eyes staring directly into the camera were extremely familiar to him. Ones that grumpily greeted him every morning as he would make her coffee and would light up when he got home from work. Huaisang.
The white noise ringing in his ears drowned out everything she was saying to her viewers, all he could focus on was her long lashes, the delicate curve of her neck, the small swell of her breasts, the lacy lingerie that leaves hardly anything to the imagination and how she has her legs folded underneath her on ... His chair. She is sitting on his leather chair in his study. She probably has her camera set up on his desk.. right where he pours over numbers late into the evening. She might even be using his webcam for the stream.
He means to leave.. he really does.. but the realization that she's in his study ... does things to him.
He's entranced by the way she moves her hand down her barely clad body, pausing to play with her small breasts, nipples peaking through the sheer fabric.
He's going to leave.. he is... any second now..
But one of her hands slowly moves down her body to touch herself over the white lacy panties that Mingjue has seen on laundry day
And he had no idea when it happened, but at some point he had started to touch himself over his pants
His sister is an attractive woman and he is a man with an appreciative eye for beauty- his arousal has nothing to do with the fact that she is his meimei.
Then she pushes aside her panties enough to start working herself open and she is already so wet that she is dripping onto the chair.. his chair. The big leather one she makes fun of him for- saying that a young ceo should have a state of the art ergonomic chair rather than something that looks like it should be in a stodgy lawyers office
She is sliding three fingers in and out of herself on his chair where he does work late into the night. The chair where she'll often drape herself across his shoulders at midnight as he's still answering emails to chide him about working too late and tell him he needs to go to sleep
Where she'll often press a kiss to the top of his head as she brings him a mug of his favorite tea
His pants are now unzipped and his briefs are pulled down just enough to pull out his throbbing erection. He's already leaking enough precum that he didn't need any extra lube as he works himself over. Especially when his meimei puts a dildo on his chair (that is of a suspiciously similar size to his own length) and lowers herself into it in one fluid motion, letting out the lewdest moan he has heard in his life.
He subconsciously times his strokes to hers and can feel himself nearing the edge as she becomes very visible unraveled.
But what finally sends him over the edge is when she comes she moans out "dage" and suddenly he is coming over his stomach, shaking through the most intense orgasm of his life.
As he comes down from his lust induced haze he sees the fucked out but very sweet smile of his sister and guilt pools heavy inside him. He just masturbated to his sister- his meimei. He feels that this is the ultimate betrayal. But a small and very insistent voice in his mind points out that she was doing this in his study and that she called out his name.
So with a horrible mix of confusion, guilt and the feeling that he has managed to ruin the relationship with his sister, the best thing in his life, he falls into a fitful sleep.
When he gets home a new wave of guilt washes over him as his sister tackles him into a hug and says how much she missed him. He gripes that he was only gone for a few days but she declares that it was still too long.
He goes between being able to fall into their regular routine to being a guilty horny mess as he settles back into their apartment
That night he makes the mistake of working in his study.
Working is a bit of an overstatement, he opens up his emails and proceeds to expend all his energy not trying to think about how his sister had pleasured herself right here. How she had taken a dildo on the chair he was sitting in right now. And images flash in his mind of her riding him right here in place of it
He tries to throw that image away but it refuses to leave. He can't help but think about how her tight, drenched pussy would feel around his cock. And suddenly he is uncomfortably hard.
He also realizes that his meimei- Fangirl is supposed to have another stream starting in five minutes.
He tries to put it out of his mind, but his hand has other ideas and as soon as the notification email comes in his personal email account reminding him to join the stream, he has clicked to join.
His meimei is talking in hushed tones, much quieter than the other session. And she tells her viewers that she has to be quiet because her dage is home.
She asks them what they would do to her if they were her dage? Would they bend her over the kitchen table as their devoted meimei made breakfast (Mingjue can't help but snort at that, Huaisang has never voluntarily made breakfast in her life besides a bowl of cereal).
Or would they pull her onto their lap when she brings them a cup of tea as they work late at night?
This image stops him in his tracks. But maybe she is just using this scenario of bringing him tea not because it's one she has with him but because it's an easily pulled from memory.
Or, she asks them, hand slipping into her panties, if on laundry day instead of being satisfied with stolen brushes of hands when folding clothes together, if they would set her on the dryer and fuck into her.
Or when they are watching a movie and she curls up to them will they move that chaste arm wrapped around her shoulder down to fondle her breasts.
These.. These definitely give him pause. These are all very specific things that they do. His meimei is creative, she could definitely come up with other scenarios that don't so accurately reflect their life together.
She then asks if they would be cruel and leave their meimei a pining mess for them or if they would finally take pity on her and fuck her like she wants. Like they both need.
He is so shocked by what he thinks he is hearing. He is not great with subtext (as his meimei points out all the time), but this is hard to miss even for him. He is almost positive that she wants to fuck him. And he really is not opposed to the idea.
He is so stunned by this revelation that he just stares as she brings herself to completion with her fingers, spouting off lewd fantasies that surround her being fucked, filled, satisfied by her brother.
He has no idea how long he sits there for. Staring at the screen even as the cam session ends, painfully hard but not able to do anything about it.
He is brought out of his stupor by a knock on the door. "Dage? Are you still up? It's so late you should-" he comes back to his senses a moment too late and she is already entering the study before he can scramble to close his internet browser.
She stops mid sentence as she sees her own profile on his screen. Her face pales, "dage?" She says in the most helpless voice he had ever heard from her. "Dage I'm.... I'm sorry"
"did you... Did you watch it?" She asks, the words barely leaving her.
He can only nod. She looks down, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I- I guess.. I think you can guess how I feel.. I'm sorry!" The tears start to fall in earnest now, "I tried to bury my feelings, I thought they'd go away but they didn't. I knew I could never have you so I thought I could do this.. live this fantasy instead.." A heavy sob wracks her small frame, "I'm so sorry Dage! If you are disgusted by me I understand.. I- I can move out.. I'm sure I can crash with Wei-xiong until I can find a new place-"
He gets up and wraps her up in his arms. "Shh.. meimei, it's ok. I could never be disgusted with you."
She looks up at him with puffy red eyes, "but you're my brother! It's wrong of me to want these things with you!"
He kisses her forehead. "Maybe I want them too," he whispers to her, lips moving against her skin to share this secret with her and only her.
She pulls away looking skeptical but also hopeful, "you do?" He nods. And before he can think of one of the million reasons not to, he kisses her.
It's gentle at first, reassuring both of them that yes, they both want this, and have for quite a while. But it pretty soon turns messy and needy as they clutch at each other, hands automatically searching to remove the others clothing as quickly as they can.
In what is probably record time, they are naked and Huaisang is straddling her dage on his chair, her hand lining up his cock to her dripping pussy.
He breaks them apart, putting his hand on her hips to stop her. "Meimei, are you sure this is what you want?" he asks, staring hard into her eyes.
"Yes," she says with that look of stubborn determination that she gets when she is not willing to budge on what she wants.
"We can't turn back after this," he says. "I won't let you go if you give yourself to me."
Her lips part around a gasp, "I never want you to, dage" she says, breathless. And without any hesitation she sinks down onto his waiting cock.
She feels like heaven around him, sliding up and down his dick like it was made for her. He thrusts up to meet her, to get as deep inside her as he possibly can.
She clutches at his shoulders, her nails leaving imprints on his skin as he tightly grasps her tiny waist.
With a shift of his hips he is hitting a spot deep inside her that makes her gasp even harder. He keeps thrusting up, hitting that same spot as she spills lewd encouragement from her lips, "Dage! Fuck! You feel so good" she says between bounces, "right there, dage! You're so good to your meimei! Fucking her so well, shoving your cock so deep in me!" She leans forward and he moans as she bites and sucks on his earlobe, and then says quietly, hot in his ear, "I want you to cum in me, dage."
And that is it. He is is tumbling over the edge, spilling deep inside her as he feels her pulse around him, reaching her own orgasm.
They just sit there panting, breathing each other in for what could be moments, minutes, hours- but time doesn't mean much when Mingjue has his meimei in his arms.
Huaisang comes to first, pressing a kiss to his forehead, mirroring his action from earlier. "I love you, dage." She says, voice wrecked and utterly vulnerable.
He cups her cheek and brings her face down to look at him. "I love you too, meimei," he says back, staring into her eyes as if this is the most important thing for her to know in the entire world. And it is.
He presses a soft kiss to her lips and smiles fondly at her, "come on meimei, let's go get cleaned up." She smiles back at him and he swears there isn't a better feeling in the world.