Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 36: cummies

I could feel my cock throbbing hard against the tight fabric of my jeans, the outline of my erection painfully obvious as it strained for release. I quickly moved my hands to cover it, desperate to hide the bulge from any prying eyes in the grocery store aisle.
Elara, the teasing devil, had been flicking on the remote-controlled toy every few seconds, sending sharp waves of pleasure through me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"I think two percent milk is best—ngh, fuck, Elara, please, stop..." I whimpered, my voice breaking as I pressed my trembling hands against the cold glass of the fridge door, the chill doing little to calm the heat raging through my body. My fingers splayed out on the glass, knuckles whitening as I fought to keep control.
"It's okay, Noah... it's okay..." Elara's voice was soft, almost mockingly sweet, as she stepped closer. Her hand slid up my back, rubbing slow, deliberate circles between my shoulder blades.
The touch was meant to soothe, but it only made me more aware of her presence, of the fact that she was the one holding the remote, the one torturing me with every insidious buzz of the vibrator nestled on my cock and balls.
I pressed my forehead harder against the cool glass, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps, fogging up the surface as I struggled to steady myself.
"Elara, I'm gonna lose it right here if you don't stop," I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice low and strained, barely holding back the desperate moan threatening to spill out.
My hips twitched involuntarily as another pulse hit me, and I clenched my jaw, squeezing my eyes shut. The cold glass against my skin was the only thing grounding me, but even that was starting to feel like it wouldn't be enough.
"Shh, just breathe, baby," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear as her hand slid lower, resting just above the waistband of my jeans. Her tone was teasing, almost cruel in its faux concern, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. "You can handle a little more, can't you?"
I groaned softly, my body trembling as I fought the urge to grind against something—anything—for relief. "You're fucking evil," I hissed, but there was no real venom in my words, just raw, aching need.
My fingers curled against the glass, nails scraping lightly as another jolt from the toy ripped through me, making my knees buckle for a split second before I caught myself.
"Pick your milk, Noah," she said, her voice dipping into a low, playful taunt. "Or are you too distracted to decide?" Her fingers pressed a little firmer into my back, a silent reminder of who was in control, as the vibrator hummed again, stealing what little composure I had left.
I collapsed against the shopping cart, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Ahhhh~ never... again..." I managed to choke out as she flipped the switch off, the relentless buzzing against my groin finally stopping.
My boxers were a mess, soaked through with precum, sticking uncomfortably to my skin. Holy shit, I couldn't handle another round of this. After that torture, I swore I wasn't letting her anywhere near me for the rest of the day.
"I'm not letting you fuck me... if you pull that shit again..." I panted, wiping sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.
She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest, the little remote still dangling from her fingers. "Aww, come on, that's not fair, Noah. Fine..." she sighed, rolling her eyes like I was the one being dramatic.
I took a deep breath, trying to pull myself together, and grabbed the cheapest jug of milk off the shelf and placed it in our shopping cart. I don't know why, but the budget stuff always tasted better to me. Maybe I'm just wired weird.
We shuffled over to the goodies aisle—my personal heaven. By "goodies," I mean the kind of junk food I'm obsessed with.
My legs moved on autopilot, dragging me straight to the cookies. Sure, I loved baking my own, the smell of fresh dough and melting chocolate filling my kitchen, but there's something about store-bought ones that hits different. The crisp, overly sweet, artificial perfection of them just gets me every time. I was reaching for a pack of double-stuffed chocolate sandwiches when her voice cut through my sugar-fueled daze.
"It'd be kinda funny if I turned it on right now~" she teased, her tone dripping with mischief as she dangled the remote in front of me, twirling it between her fingers like a toy.
My eyes shot to hers, wide and pleading, my heart rate spiking instantly. "Please, don't," I begged, my voice low and desperate.
The last thing I needed was to lose it right here in the middle of the goddamn snack aisle. I could already feel the heat creeping up my neck at the thought, my hands gripping the cookie package a little too tight. "I can't... not here. I'd die."
She smirked, stepping closer, her hip brushing against mine as she leaned in to whisper, "Relax, Noah. I'm just messing with you. Or am I?" Her laugh was soft but wicked, and I couldn't tell if she was bluffing or not. My body tensed, hyper-aware of every move she made, every twitch of her fingers near that damn remote.
Then the sudden, merciless buzz hit me like a freight train, the vibration ripping through my already strained body.
My throbbing erection spasmed uncontrollably, and before I could even process it, I was shooting a load right into my pants, standing there in front of the damn cookie aisle.
My knees buckled, a soft, involuntary moan escaping my lips as I gripped the shelf for support, my knuckles white. The wet warmth spread through my boxers, soaking into my jeans, and I could feel the sticky mess clinging to me with every shuddering breath.
"H-Holy shit, Noah..." Elara's voice broke through the haze, her tone a mix of shock and amazement.
I glanced at her through half-lidded eyes, my face flushed and contorted in what I could only imagine was a full-blown ahegao expression—mouth slack, eyes rolling back, utterly wrecked. She stood there, remote still in hand, her lips parted as she stared at me, a flush creeping up her own cheeks.
"Elara... what the fuck..." I gasped, my voice shaky and raw, barely above a whisper. My legs were trembling, threatening to give out completely as I tried to straighten up, the pack of cookies still crumpled in my grip.
The aisle was mercifully empty, but the fear of someone rounding the corner at any second made my heart pound even harder.
"Did you just... right here?" she asked, stepping closer, her eyes darting between my face and the obvious damp spot spreading on my jeans. There was a glint of something in her gaze—part amusement, part hunger—as she reached out to touch my arm, her fingers brushing against my skin.
"Yeah, thanks to you," I muttered, my breath still uneven as I tried to pull myself together. The aftershocks of the orgasm were still pulsing through me, making my hips twitch involuntarily. "I told you not to... fuck, I can't believe this."
She bit her lip, trying to suppress a grin but failing miserably. "I didn't think you'd actually... damn, that was hot. You okay, though? Need a second?"
"I need new pants, that's what I need," I groaned, shifting uncomfortably as the mess started to feel even more gross against my skin. "Turn that damn thing off for good, Elara. I'm serious. I can't handle another round."
"Fine, fine," she said, finally clicking the remote off and slipping it into her pocket with a smirk. "But you can't deny that face you made was... unforgettable. Should've snapped a pic."
"Don't even think about it," I shot back, my voice low as I adjusted my stance, trying to hide the evidence of what just happened. "Let's just... grab the rest of what we need and get the hell out of here before someone sees."
With my heart still racing, we snatched the last of the groceries from the store and bolted out of there.
I kept my head down, praying no one caught a glimpse of the damp patch on my jeans. The adrenaline was a wild mix of shame and thrill, and I could barely process it as we hurried across the parking lot.
We tossed the groceries into the trunk of the car, the plastic bags rustling as they hit the floor. I slid into the passenger seat, letting out a heavy sigh, my mind a chaotic tangle of emotions.
What the hell just happened back there? My hands gripped the edge of the seat, still feeling the heat of the moment lingering on my skin.
"Noah, you're not mad at me, are you?" Elara's voice broke through my thoughts. She turned to me, her eyes wide with concern, a faint flush still on her cheeks. "I just... I wanted to have some fun, you know?"
I looked at her, those damn eyes of hers pulling me in like they always did. How could I be pissed at her? A smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned across the center console, my hand brushing her cheek before pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss.
Her lips were warm, still tasting faintly of the mint she'd ate earlier. "I couldn't be mad at you, not even if I tried," I murmured against her mouth, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "And don't worry, I'm still letting you fuck me senseless later. Okay?"
A relieved smile spread across her face, and she gave a quick nod. "Okay" she whispered, her voice carrying a playful edge that sent a jolt through me.
She turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life with a low growl. Without another word, she floored it, the tires screeching as we peeled out of the parking lot, speeding toward home with the promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the air between us.