Eric cursed silently. He'd hoped to have had her tumbling off the edge by now, but it seemed that his precious sister's fingertip grip on the edge was even stronger than anticipated. He needed to add one more dimension to everything else he was doing, one more weapon to the arsenal he'd been using to batter Nora's defenses with.

He continued to pound his body against hers, while his hands skipped around, rubbing her clit frantically or harshly pinching and twisting at her nipples. And now, Eric leaned forward and pulled Nora back slightly, using his great height to advantage, allowing him to speak nearly into her ear while not missing a beat with the rest of his ministrations.

"Yes you can, Nora," he told her, his voice low and almost soft but still commanding. "I know you don't want to, but you have to. You can say it. You have permission to say it. You need to say it, so say it!"