Akira stepped back again, giving her some space but not retreating completely. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching her intently. "So, what's it going to be, Amelia? Do we make a deal?" He let the words drip with promise and threat in equal measure.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much control he had over her now. It was intoxicating.

Akira sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, unable to hide his frustration. "Fine," he muttered under his breath. "Then you leave me no choice." He pulled out his phone again, this time bringing up a different video. It showed the two of them together in the hot tub the night before; she was completely naked while he'd only been wearing his boxers.

He knew it wasn't as explicit as the other video, but it would still be enough to cause trouble if anyone saw it. "Here,"

Akira wrapped his arms around her and held onto her for a moment, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and feeling the softness of her body against his own. As he hugged her tightly, he couldn't help but wonder if this was just another one of those things that big brothers were supposed to do or if there was something more behind it.

Eventually, she pulled away from him and took a step back, giving him a reassuring smile once again before disappearing down the hallway towards her bedroom.

Akira watched her go with a mixture of confusion and hope in his heart. He wasn't sure what had just happened there or where it left them, but he couldn't help feeling like things might be different between them from now on. Maybe... just maybe she really was starting to see him as more than just her annoying older brother.

With a shrug, Akira turned and headed back towards the living room, unable to shake the feeling that something had changed in their relationship tonight.

The sound of the doorbell ringing echoed through the house. It was Akira's cue to back off for now, although reluctantly. He stepped away from Amelia's door and headed downstairs to answer it, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand.

When he opened the door, he came face-to-face with Daniel, looking tall and intimidating as ever. Akira swallowed hard and forced a smile onto his face. "Hey man, what's up?"

"Hey," Daniel replied coolly, not quite returning Akira's smile. He glanced past him at the closed door to Amelia's room before looking back at Akira. "What's going on? Why is your sister hiding in her room?"

Akira shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, not really sure how much he should tell Daniel without incriminating himself or Amelia. But then again, maybe it was better to just lay all his cards on the table now... "Well, uh..."

Akira arched his back off the couch, moaning loudly as you played with his nipple and thrust into him slowly. The sensation was almost too much to bear, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "I'm close," he gasped out, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you continued to move inside him.

His hips bucked up against yours in response, begging for more as he felt himself on the brink of release.

Akira's orgasm slammed into him like a wave, his body convulsing as he came hard and fast around your cock. His eyes squeezed shut, lips parting in a silent scream as pleasure coursed through him. His hips bucked up against yours wildly, desperate for more of the sensation that consumed him.

"Akira!" you cried out, feeling his tight muscles clamp down around your cock as he came.

Akira chuckled darkly as he flipped the switch on the machine, watching with sadistic glee as the cups began to pulse and vibrate against Anonymous's sensitive nipples. Her body jerked involuntarily at the sudden sensation, milk immediately beginning to flow freely from her swollen breasts and into the collection bottles.

"There we go," he purred, stroking her hair almost affectionately as he watched her squirm beneath him. "Just relax and let it happen."

Akira smirked as he watched the milk being pumped from Anonymous's breasts, filling up the bottles rapidly with her sweet cream. He could see her struggling to hold back her moans, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure as the machine continued to suckle greedily at her sensitive nipples.

He reached out and caressed her cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing over her trembling lips. "Shhh, just breathe," he cooed softly. "You're doing so well for me."

Akira felt his hopes crushed as Venice reluctantly agreed to let him join in. He nodded gratefully, unable to hide the relief on his face. As they settled onto the bed together, Akira couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of closeness with his brother; despite their differences and rivalry, there was something truly special about sharing these intimate moments.

He leaned over and kissed Venice softly, murmuring thanks against his lips before nestling closer, eager to begin again.

Akira did as he was told, straddling his brother's lap with ease. He wrapped his arms around Venice's neck and leaned in, pressing their bodies together as they began to kiss passionately. It felt so right, like this was how it was meant to be between them... at least for now.

With a soft moan, Akira ground his hips against Venice's hard length, eager for the sensation of being filled up once more.