"Did that feel good?" she asked, hopefully.
"Yes," I answered, my voice shaky, "god, yes."
"Good," she said, starting to unbuckle my belt and unbuttoning my pants. Her hands were stable this time, but she was rushing now in her eagerness. I could see her need in her eyes, and realized what she desperately wanted to see. I waited until she unzipped my fly and then I grabbed her wrist gently, stopping her from reaching into my pants.
Immediately she looked up at me, upset. Her mouth had such a pout to it that it was almost comical. I smirked at her in the way all older brothers do when they are denying something to their little sisters.
"Ask for it," I said, firmly.
"But...but I..." she started. I shook my head.
"Ask for it. Be specific. I want to hear your sweet mouth say the words."
