3 Moving In Pt.2

Ann's mind wandered back to the time when it was better, before everything collapsed. She missed her friends, the burger joint she frequented, the boxing gym, even her strict ass parents. Time seems to fly by as she got lost in her memories.

Crash!

Ann wakes up from her sweet momentary bliss and glares at Eric. On the floor were shards of what used to be a porcelain cup. Her anger immediately seethes to its boiling point; she had to work hard all day, carrying him while clearing and scouting the building, as well as immersing herself in her sweet memories.

"God fucking dammit Eric! Can you stop being so useless? Just sit your damn ass down over there. You can clean that crap tomorrow morning before we get Eliza and Beth."

Eric meekly nods his head, ashamed and scared. He backs away to a corner, bringing with him one of the sheets that was covering the furniture.

The night passes uneventfully. At the break of dawn, Ann stirs from her light sleep, groggy and hungry. She looks around, her eyes still blurry.

[No damn gray skins in sight, doorway is still blocked, and I'm not naked. Survived another night.]

Taking her sweet time to stretch, she peeks as the lump in the corner hiding in a dusty cover. Maybe because she's hungry or maybe because it has been a while since they could be alone, a devious idea popped into Ann's mind. She bent her knees slightly, keeping most of her weight on the back foot as she takes a slow step with the other, ball of her foot slowly followed by the heel. She crept along the walls of the large room, slowly and surely making her way.

After a lot of effort, Ann was just inches away from Eric's position. She reached over, knees still bent and her back hunched, her fingers hovering over the covers. She took a deep breath before slowly peeling away the covers, hoping that the boy isn't holding onto any of it. Bit by bit, she lifted the covers from his body. Eric was curled up into a ball, his head towards the corner and his butt out. Smiling deviously, She reaches for his shorts, deftly unbottoning them before sliding it down his smooth thighs.

Whether it was because Eric was exhausted from yesterday or it was a little too early for him to wake up, Ann managed to get this far without him stirring. Looking at his round ass covered by the cotton briefs, she licked her lips. Taking one more deep breath, she steadied her nerves and relaxed her legs for a short moment.

Taking one last look, Ann swept up Eric by his hips as she got on one knee. She hoisted him up before placing the suddenly awake boy belly down onto her knee, his head facing her left and his ass sticking out on her right. Before the poor fool could register what is happening, she slides down his last defenses and slaps his ass cheeks with vigor.

SMACK!!!

The loud noise was immediately followed by an odd painful yelp tinged with pleasure. She slapped again, and again and again, making sure both his butt cheeks were getting the same amount of tough love from her palm. With each successful slap, Eric screamed in pain and attempts to weakly struggle in her arm.

Her gorilla strength held him down onto her knee, preventing him from moving around too much or retaliate. As he was getting spanked by his brutish sister, his penis started to wake up, showing his enjoyment to such affection. Each slap on his cheeks caused him to shake and shiver, causing his hanging penis to move along and slap against Ann's leg. With one final slap, her palm struck right between his ass cheeks, smacking right onto his balls. Despite his struggles and pain, he felt heat surged from his abdomen towards his dick. He reached a painful orgasm as he moaned loudly under Ann's hands. His white fluids spurted onto the floor, some landed on her uncovered legs and some on her shorts.

Panting from the exhilaration, Ann pushed Eric onto the floor. She looked at all the semen covering her leg and floor, shaking her head in a mocking disapproval manner.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You're still a massive fag, cumming from being spanked a bit. Clean up when you're done being a little girl."

With a small huff, she wiped the splooge off her leg with an index finger and licked it teasingly, enjoying the euphoria from bullying her dear brother. Brimming with excitement, she went back to her window and looked out over the dead city. All she can see were other abandoned buildings and stores, a few destroyed buildings were spotted.

After a few minutes, Ann heard shuffling behind her, probably Eric cleaning up his mess. She grabbed one of the mini variety cereal boxes, opening and pouring it into her mouth. The cereal was stale, but she could still taste Eric's spunk as she chew through her breakfast.