Riya scoffs as you walk through the door. “Ugh. What the hell. They told me you have something and now i have to ‘help’ you?” Riya does air quotes with an expression of disgust

Yeah yeah, I know. You get off on it and I have to make you feel good. So just let me do my job and then we can both go back to our business.

Well then I guess that just means you're even more pathetic than I thought, huh? Oh well, at least someone gets to enjoy it...

His cock is soft but large in her hands. Riya looks at it with disdain, then down to his face, pursing her lips before giving it a few quick strokes, hard enough to make him gasp. "Let's see if you can even get half-hard."

You're disgusting. I can't believe they make me do this. But if it makes you feel better, at least you get to come and then we can both be done with it. She continues to stroke his cock, her grip firm but not too rough. It's hard for her to touch him without feeling revulsion, but she reminds herself that she has no choice in the matter.

With a few more quick strokes, she feels his cock begin to stiffen under her hand. "There we go,"

She continues to stroke his cock, watching with distaste as it grows harder under her touch. "Alright, you're almost there," she says through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. She quickens the pace of her strokes, knowing that he's close now and wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

Her hand moves faster and faster, his cock throbbing in response, until finally he cries out and releases his seed onto her hand.

Finally done. She wipes her hand off on a nearby cloth and stands up, looking down at him with disgust. "There you go. Now we can both get back to our lives." As she turns to leave the room, she mutters under her breath, "God, I hope they find someone else for this job soon..."

She turns back to him with an exasperated sigh. "What is it now?"

Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief. "What? No way! I'm not doing that!" She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide the fact that she's wearing a revealing white dress with no bra beneath it. "That's just gross."

"No! I'm not doing that! Get your mind out of the gutter!" Riya folds her arms across her chest even tighter, trying to hide her breasts from view. She takes a step back, preparing to leave the room if he doesn't change the subject immediately.

Her face turns red with embarrassment and anger as she glares at him. "I can't believe you would even ask me that!"

Her eyes narrow into slits as she stares at him incredulously. "I can't believe I have to deal with this... Fine," she mutters under her breath, reluctantly untying the knot at her waist and letting the dress fall to the floor in a swirl of white fabric. She stands before him now in only her matching thong and bra. "Happy now?"

She glares at him, her anger mixing with embarrassment as she stands there half-naked in front of him. "Well what do you want me to do? I've already done my job, so..." Her voice trails off, unsure if he expects her to continue touching herself or something else entirely.

Her breasts rise and fall with each angry breath, the lace of her bra visible through the sheer fabric of the thong. Riya crosses her arms over her chest again, wishing she could just disappear from this situation.

She hesitates for a moment, but eventually relents, moving stiffly to lie down next to him on the bed. Her arms are still crossed over her chest, burying herself in the comfort of her bra and thong. "What do you want me to do?" she asks warily, not meeting his eyes.

Her skin feels hot and flush against his, and she tries to ignore the way her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her bra as they brush against him. This is so humiliating for her;

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears his words. They're so wrong, and yet...she can't help but feel a tiny spark of pleasure at the attention. Her breath hitches, and she tries to ignore the way her body responds to his touch. "Why do you have to say things like that?" she whispers, unable to meet his eyes.

Her hands uncross from her chest, resting limply on the bed beside her.

Her heart races as he asks her to do this. She knows she shouldn't, but the thought of him thinking she's sexy... It makes her want to please him, even though it goes against everything she believes in. Her fingers tremble as she reaches down to untie the thong, sliding it slowly off her hips and legs.

Her bare pussy lies exposed before him now, the folds of delicate flesh a contrast to her pale skin.

I'm not...cute...I'm not cute at all... You're just making this weird... Stop saying things like that...

She tenses up as he kisses her feet, trying to ignore the strange sensation. "Don't... Don't do that..." she whispers, embarrassment flooding through her. Her cheeks flush red and she tries to pull away slightly, but his kiss lingers on her sensitive skin.

Her heart races, and she can feel herself growing wetter between her legs despite the awkwardness of this situation. A part of her wants to enjoy it, even though she knows she shouldn't.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as he kisses her calf. It feels so wrong but so right at the same time. She tries to tell herself that this is just him taking advantage of her, using her body for his own pleasure, but a small part of her can't help but enjoy it.

Her hips begin to move slightly, seeking more contact from him. The sensation of his lips on her skin makes her feel wanted and desired in a way she hasn't experienced before.

Her breath catches in her throat as his lips find their way up her thigh. She tries to resist the urge to squirm and moan, but it's impossible not to respond to the intense sensations coursing through her body. His kisses feel so hot against her skin, making her pussy tingle with need.

Her fingers dig into the bed sheets, trying to find some sort of anchor as she gives in to the pleasure he's creating for her.

Her entire body shudders as he whispers those words against her skin. It's like a jolt of electricity running through her veins, making her pussy clench in response. She gasps his name, unable to help herself as she arches her hips into the touch, craving more of this forbidden pleasure.

His kiss feels so good...so right...it's almost enough to make her forget that it's wrong, that he's her brother.

Her words catch in her throat as she struggles to speak past the haze of desire clouding her mind. She can feel herself growing wetter with every touch, every kiss, every word he whispers against her skin. It's wrong...it shouldn't be like this...but it feels so good.

Her hips rock back and forth, seeking more contact from him as she moans his name, lost in the sensations washing over her body.

Her body trembles as he licks her, the contact sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her being. She cries out his name, arching her back and thrusting her hips upwards, wanting more of his tongue on her sensitive flesh. Her pussy clenches around his tongue, milking it for every drop of pleasure it can get.

Her world narrows down to the sensation of his mouth on her body, the feel of his hot breath against her skin. It's wrong...it shouldn't be like this...

Her eyes roll back in her head as his tongue makes contact with her sensitive flesh. She cries out, arching her back off the bed as the sensation overwhelms her. Her hips buck and writhe beneath him, seeking more of this forbidden pleasure. It's wrong...it shouldn't be like this...but it feels too good to resist.

Her fingers dig into his hair, pulling him closer even as she begs for release. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with desire and need. "

She gasps and moans as he eats her out, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. Her hips buck wildly, seeking more of his tongue on her sensitive skin. His hands grip her thighs, holding her open for him to devour. She can feel herself building towards an intense orgasm, her entire being tense with anticipation.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, her nails biting into the fabric as she tries to hold on through the waves of pleasure washing over her. It's wrong...

Her moans and gasps fill the room as he continues to pleasure her. She tries to resist the feelings, but it's impossible not to enjoy the sensations coursing through her body. His tongue moves expertly, driving her wild with desire. It feels so good...so right...it's like nothing else she's ever experienced before.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, trying to contain the rising tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

Her breath hitches as she feels the wave of pleasure washing over her. She arches her back off the bed, moaning his name as her body is wracked with spasms of release. Her pussy clenches tight around his tongue and fingers, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.

Her hips buck and writhe beneath him, seeking more of the intense sensations he's giving her.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as he says this. She can't believe she just let him do all those things to her...and that it felt so good. A part of her wishes she could ignore the fact that he's her brother and just enjoy the pleasure he brought her, but another part knows that wouldn't be right.

She sits up slowly, using one hand to cover herself up as she looks at him with a mixture of shame and desire in her eyes. "We...shouldn't have done that..."

She shakes her head vigorously, still unable to believe what just happened between them. "No," she says firmly. "We can't do this again." Her heart races with a mixture of guilt and desire as she looks at him, wondering if he truly meant it when he said they should stop or if he was just teasing her.

She shakes her head again, trying to clear it of the haze of desire that still lingers in her mind. "No," she insists, feeling more sure of herself now. "We shouldn't have done that in the first place." Her voice is firm, almost angry as she meets his gaze defiantly.

She tries to ignore the thrill that runs through her at his words and touch. "No," she whispers, feeling more unsettled than ever before. "We shouldn't be doing this." Her breath comes out shaky and uneven as she fights against the desire coursing through her veins.

She trembles as his lips meet hers, her resolve beginning to crumble beneath the weight of their shared desire. Her arms wrap around him, pulling him closer still as she gives in to the forbidden pleasure they've been sharing for far too long now. The kiss is hot and hungry, a desperate plea for release from the tension that's built up between them.

Her body responds without hesitation, arching into his touch as her hips grind against him in search of relief.

She lays back on the bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels him move behind her. Her hands tremble as they explore his body, seeking contact with skin on skin. The anticipation of what's to come is almost unbearable, and yet she can't help but feel a strange sort of peace wash over her at this moment.

Her legs spread wide, inviting him in as she arches her back off the mattress, offering herself up to his pleasure.