Julian approached Eleanor with a playful grin, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable.
"Did you enjoy peeping on us, sister?" he asked, his tone light but laced with a hint of mischief.
Eleanor's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she stammered, caught off guard by his boldness. She quickly looked away, trying to regain her composure, but the mix of embarrassment and intrigue only intensified the swirling feelings within her.
Eleanor stammered, "I-I wasn't peeping! I just happened to be passing by!"
Julian chuckled, leaning in closer, "Oh really? Because it looked like you were quite invested in the show."
Eleanor crossed her arms defensively, her heart racing. "It's not like I wanted to see that! You could have closed the door!"
Julian smirked, enjoying the teasing. "But where's the fun in that? Besides, you can't deny it was quite the display."
Eleanor sighed, torn between annoyance and embarrassment. "You're impossible, you know that?"
Julian laughed, "And yet, here we are. Maybe this little incident has opened your eyes to... possibilities?"
Eleanor shot him a warning look. "Don't get any ideas, Julian. I'm still your sister!"
Julian raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his voice. "And that makes you even more beautiful in my eyes. Just think about it, sister."
Eleanor could only shake her head, feeling both exasperated and strangely flattered by his attention. "You really are a handful."
"Get on your knees", Julian said with a smile on his face.
Eleanor's eyes widened in surprise, and she shot him a skeptical look. "What? You can't be serious!"
Julian smirked, his tone teasing. "Oh, I'm very serious. I want to see you on your knees."
Eleanor took a deep breath and reached for Julian's pants, her trembling fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. As she pulled them down, her eyes widened at the sight of his thick, erect cock springing free. It was even larger than she had imagined as it stood proudly before her demanding attention.
The shock of seeing him in such a state was overwhelming yet she couldn't help but feel a strange fascination. It was so much more bigger than any man she had ever seen before. She stared at it as her mind raced with thoughts of how it would feel in her mouth, her hand and her pussy.
Her eyes traced the length of his cock, from the tip to the base, where it met a pair of heavy, swinging balls. The veins stood out in, pulsing with the same rhythm as the blood racing through her own body. She had never felt so alive, so full of want and need.
Julian stepped closer, his cock mere inches from her face. "Will you not touch it, sister?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
Eleanor hesitated, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. Julian chuckled softly as he reached down to take her trembling hands into his own. He guided them to his cock wrapping her small, delicate fingers around his thick, warm cock. She gasped at the contact as she felt the heat of his skin and the pulse of his arousal beneath her touch.
The reality of the situation hit her like a wave, and she felt a strange sense of wrongness wash over her. Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of the forbidden. Julian's cock felt so alive in her hands, so powerful, and she found herself stroking him tentatively, her thumb circling the sensitive head.
Julian's grin grew wider as he watched her, his eyes darkening with desire. "Good girl," he said with a seductive tone. "You're going to make me feel so good."
Emma who was still on her knees wiped her mouth with the back of her hand with a knowing smile playing on her lips. She recognized the shift in power dynamics and she found it thrilling. Julian's gaze flicked to the door and without a word, she rose and closed it. The click of the lock echoing through the room.
Eleanor's heart skipped a beat when she heard the lock turn. The reality of the situation crashed down upon her and she found herself trapped in a room with her own desires and the overwhelming presence of her brother's masculinity. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning but Julian's expression was one of pure and unfiltered hunger.
Julian stepped closer, his cock now only a breath away from her trembling lips. "What will you do now, dear sister?" he taunted.
"You're here on your knees before me with my cock in your hand. It's all up to you."
Eleanor's mind raced as she took in the gravity of her actions. This was Julian, the brother she had known all her life and yet he was also something else entirely. He was a powerful and dominant figure and the thought of him as anything but her equal was both shocking and thrilling.
Her hand continued to move along his shaft with her movements becoming more confident with each stroke. The feel of him in her hand was unlike anything she had ever experienced before and she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and power of him.
In the back of her mind, Eleanor questioned how she had come to this point. Just a few days ago, Julian had been in a mere Mage Realm and now he was one of the most dominant men in the entire kingdom. It was as if a switch had been flipped that transformed him from a boy into a man and she was caught up in the whirlwind of his newfound power.
The idea of being the woman of someone so powerful was suddenly incredibly appealing. To be the one who could bring him to his knees with pleasure, to wield that kind of influence over a man who could control the very fabric of reality... it was intoxicating.
Julian watched as she leaned forward, her breath hot on the tip of his cock and then she took him into her mouth. It was a slow and deliberate motion as her lips wrapped around him and he felt his entire body tighten in response.