My Brother&#x27;s Slave

by SmilingSatyr

story tags: incest, dubcon, erotica, sister, brother

https://www.literotica.com/s/my-brothers-slave-1


https://www.literotica.com/s/my-brothers-slave-1

Blackmail leads a college girl down the rabbit hole

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1/Prologue

My eyes were closed, and my face warped into wonderful agony. The world
was narrowed down to the strong tug of my hair and the feeling of being
so fucking full I could barely keep myself from falling flat on my
face, drooling as I was fucked like a bitch in heat.

I slammed my ass back against his hips as he drove himself into me. His
cock felt like it was splitting me open, and I let out a low moan I
tried to hide. He stopped, buried all the way to his balls. I could
feel the need to move, to push back against him and push him deeper
inside of me. I hated him, but I needed him to move.

"Was that a moan? Are you actually enjoying this now?" His voice was
incredulous. I could feel the contempt and derision wash over me. It
just made the hot, thick haze in my head deepen as I frantically shook
my head.

"Fuck you," I whispered to him. He didn't need to know any more than
that. I may have had to let him do this to me, but that's all. He got
my body whenever he wanted, but he'd never have my pride.

"That's what I'm doing, slut," He laughed above me. The iron-like grip
on my hair increased as he pulled back just far enough to slam his hips
forward and bottom out in me.

The entire world faded as my entire body focused on that jolt of
electricity that went through my body. I let out an undignified squeak
as I came down. I could practically feel my brain melting out my ears.

"I'm fucking you like the whore you are," he said as he thrust into me.
Every other word was punctuated with a pump of his hips forward,
hitting that spot deep inside me that turned off everything that wasn't
my body howling for more.

"And you're loving it. Dear god Sarah, you actually love this, don't
you? You filthy fucking skank..."

Bryan let go of my hips long enough to slap my ass. The impact rippled
across my body, making me shudder.

I couldn't take it any longer. My fingers dug in to the sheets as I
hung on and moved my hips back, greedy for more of his cock. I hated
him. I hated him more than I've ever hated anyone in my life, but I
needed this. I needed this in a way I never knew I would, and FUCK it
felt so goddamned good.

"Tell me you love it," he demanded, suddenly. He didn't stop. His hips
rolled forward at the same sharp, brutal stabs that sent the fat head
of his cock against her g-spot. One hand on my hair, he slapped my ass
each time he filled me. "Tell me you love it, whore!"

"I..." Breathing was hard. I could barely see straight. Fuck, I hated
him. I hated him so much it physically hurt. It hurt as much as my
scalp and body as he used me like the fuck toy he saw me as. "I..."

Bryan let go of my hair. The relief from my hair being released fought
with disappointment. Disappointment won out, but not for long. He put
his hand on the back of my head and shoved me face down into the bed.
He angled up above me so he was fucking me down into the bed.

I couldn't stop the scream from the sudden change, but it was muffled
by the mattress. The mattress blocked out everything but the way he
touched and violated me. His thrusts grew faster, more desperate. That
hit to my g-spot stopped being a flash of world melting pleasure and
melded into one long, ongoing blur deep in my hungry cunt.

"You fucking freak," he hissed, hammering away at me. It was beginning
to hurt, but that was okay. The pain just sharpened everything else,
made me feel...more.

"I'm gonna fuck you every day, Sarah," he continued on. His voice was
catching and barely in control. I only dimly registered his words as
another pulse in my body as I struggled to stay on my hands and knees.
"I'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna love it you fucking whore. Next
time, maybe I'll stick it in that ass..."

Oh god, no. It felt like he was tearing up my pussy. Trying to picture
his thick cock in my ass made me groan into the sheets and clamp down.
"No no no," I squeaked, praying the son of a bitch couldn't hear me. I
clamped down and froze, willing my body to let it go and stop this. It
didn't listen.

A second later my entire body convulsed as I came like a banshee,
shrieking into the bed as my brother buried his cock deep in me and I
milked it with every greedy convulsion. I couldn't stop the orgasm, no
matter how hard I tried and my pussy pulsed with a deep, aching
satisfaction.

Bryan pulled out. I groaned and leaned back, trying to keep him inside
me before he could withdraw. He shoved me hard and I fell over, feeling
woefully empty. Incomplete. I looked up to his eyes, refusing to plead
for more. He knew what I wanted. The sick smirk on his face confirmed
it. I looked away.

I looked down to his cock. It was still hard, and obscenely thick. It
was glistening white with my own cum, with a few pink spots that were
probably blood. His hand circled around it. Even his big hand had
trouble circling the entire thing. He ran his hand up and down his cock
slowly. I watched, completely mesmerized.

His hand moved smoothly from the base all the way to the tip, where he
was leaking some of his cum even now. His hand enclosed over the head,
stroking it as he made his way back down again. I licked my lips and
all but floated closer. I hated myself for this, but I couldn't help
it.

"Tell me you want it," he said, in that same controlled, cocky way of
his. He grinned at me, stroking his cock and knowing the truth that I
couldn't say. "Tell me you want it and I'll give it to you. Be a good
girl and you get a reward."

Bryan knew what it would cost me. He knew what it would do if I said
what he wanted. I scowled at him, with all of the fury I could muster
up in my post orgasmic haze.

"No. Fuck you, Bryan," I whispered. Even getting that much out made my
heart ache. I swallowed hard, still panting and blinking away the tears
that were threatening to come again. I'd always had reason to cry, but
I'd never given in to the desire as much as I had in the past week.

For once, Bryan didn't say a thing. He didn't have to. All he had to do
was keep stroking that fat cock of his and my eyes would go back to it.
Fuck, it was hard to believe that thing fit in me. I closed my legs and
rubbed them together as my pussy twitched.

He got closer, waddling over to me as he jacked off for me. His hand
was a blur as he jerked that gorgeous cock faster and faster. I licked
my lips. It was close enough that I could reach out and kiss if it I
wanted.

And I wanted to. Fuck me, but I wanted everything about the monster. I
wanted to wrap my lips around that shaft and suck out every bit of cum
he had. I wanted to nuzzle into his balls and worship him with my mouth
and turn the tables on him, make him break down and beg me. It would
serve him right.

Kneeling over me, the only thing I could see was that glorious shaft
being worked over. He pointed it at me, and I knew what was coming
before I heard his telltale grunt and saw the member twitching
repeatedly.

I closed my eyes in time. Thick, molten hot jizz landed across my face,
and across one eye. Another rope shot out and landed in my hair.
Another at my neck, and another on my face. I rubbed my legs together,
breathing heavily.

"You look better this way, Sarah. This suits you. You shouldn't go a
single day without wearing my cum." He laughed again, and I shuddered.
His cum ran down my face and onto the bed, and all I could do was shake
my head.

"I hate you so much," I said. There was no heat to it. That was gone
much earlier in the week, when I realized that he could do whatever he
wanted to me and there'd be nothing I could do to stop him or persuade
him otherwise.

This was my life now. One mistake, and now I was my brother's slave
for...God, he'd never let me go.

A silent sob wracked my body, but the tears didn't come. It was better
this way. I didn't need to get cum in my eyes. Still, my body shook as
I fought back the urge to sob and cry at what he was turning me into.

Bryan didn't care. He got off the bed. I could hear him putting his
clothes back on. He was in no hurry. He paused at the door. "We'll
continue this tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that. And
tomorrow...You will thank me for the privilege of my cock, Sarah. You
don't want to end up homeless, do you?"

The door slammed shut, and I was left in my bed. Violated, heartbroken,
alone. My last bastion in this shitty house was taken from me. I had
cum oozing down my face, but the only thing I could think of was...God,
it was obscene, but I couldn't help myself.

I reached up and gathered a glob of my brother's cum with my fingers
and brought to my mouth. I sucked it in, savoring the salty, slightly
sour taste. I swallowed hard, and my entire body shuddered. What the
fuck was wrong with me?

But I knew what was wrong with me. I just didn't want to admit it. I
scooped up more cum and slurped it down, feeling the fire between my
legs reignite. He was in my head now, and I feared I was going to be
lost.

But it wasn't always like this.

2

My name is Sarah O'Hara. Yeah, it's a stupid name. It was probably the
first sign that my mom already hated me and wanted to make sure I
suffered, even long after she died. I couldn't think of any other
reason, other than maybe to declare how disgustingly Irish I am.

How Irish, you ask? Well, my hair is a bright orange and curly enough
to make trying to style it or tame it all but impossible. My skin is so
pale that I more or less glow in the dark, except for where a plague of
freckles marred it all. Yes, I am a goddamned ginger, and others would
(and have, many many times) say I am soulless.

There's saying that redheads are either sex incarnate, or hideous, with
no middle ground. I'd like to think that I'm proof that there is a grey
area. I'm about five foot four and...Well, I stress eat. I'm not really
fat, but I have a couple of extra pounds around the stomach and thighs
that gets me teased, even when they're ogling my tits. I'd like to
think I could be a bombshell if I tried, but between between the extra
pounds and the sharp, overly serious face...

The best I could hope for was being passed over.

The rest of my family is decidedly not Irish. My mother died when I was
two, and her husband Rick...Well, there'd no be mistaking him for my
real father. He's darker featured, darker skinned thanks to a perpetual
tan from working outdoors, and has receding brown hair. He looks like
he's made of leather.

I don't know why he kept me after mom died. As he liked to put it when
he'd been drinking, my mom had been an easy rebound lay since my father
left her while pregnant, and he'd just sort of stuck around after
because mom hadn't gotten sick of his drinking, laziness, or sexism,
or...

I didn't get along with Rick. Since they were married and my father
wanted nothing to do with me, that meant Rick got custody of me. He
could've let me fall into the system and be passed around foster homes,
but he didn't. I figured he thought it would be easier to pick up
chicks if he had a baby. It sure as hell wasn't because he loved me
like his own.

Well, he was right. When I was three, he met Angela, and the two hit it
off immediately. She was grateful that someone wanted her when she had
a kid of her own, and Rick got more of that easy single mom action. And
unlike me, Rick hit it off with Bryan immediately, and did love him.

So there was me, the unwanted daughter of a dead Irish woman, my dim
and often drunk stepdad, my vapid and judgmental stepmother, and a
stepbrother who could best be described as hellspawn straight from
Satan himself.

Bryan and I hated each other from the start, and it's only gotten worse
since then. He was the active, energetic, sports happy boy that Rick
always wanted, and the apple of his mother's eye. They spoiled him
rotten and gave him the best of everything. New clothes, toys, games,
love, attention, respect...

I don't like whining. I really don't. I hate complaining the way I do,
but it wasn't fair. Bryan's the same age as me, but they gave him
everything he could ever want. With me, I got the bare minimum of what
I needed, and not much else. Unless you consider stricter rules and
more demands.

That's how this whole, disgusting, lurid mess all got started. It was
Rick and Angela's strict rules, Bryan rubbing it in my face, and a
moment of desperation. A night when more than anything, I just needed
to get out and do what I wanted and have a bit of fun for a change. If
it wasn't for those rules, if it wasn't for fucking Bryan being pure
evil...

"The answer's no. I'm not gonna say it again, Sarah," said my
stepmother Angela as she flipped a pancake. She loved to make big
breakfasts for "her boys". Meanwhile, my waffles were waiting in the
toaster.

"I have a grade point average of 3.9, I haven't missed a day of work,
and I'm over 18," I countered, keeping my voice as even as possible. It
wouldn't do to lose my temper at her stubbornness. My only chance was
making refusing me seem unreasonable. It wasn't looking good.

Angela didn't bother to turn around and face me. "I don't care. Parties
like that aren't for well behaved young ladies. Parties like that are
for common whores, and I will not have you being a whore, Sarah." Not
like your mother. She didn't say it, but it was implied. It wouldn't be
the first time.

"I'm still a virgin mom. I don't want to go fool around or be a whore.
I just want to get out of the house for a change. Maybe dance and hear
people swap stupid stories. Something to let me at least pretend I have
a social life." I sounded desperate. I knew I did.

"You're not that delusional, are you?" said Bryan as he walked in and
joined me at the table. He smirked at me, and I wanted to throw
something at his head. "You work at the library and spend all your time
hiding in your room, reading. No one's stupid enough to think you're
cool or social. Might as well stay home."

"Fuck you," I spat at him. It was a reflex at this point.

"Sarah!" This time Angela did turn around. She waved her spatula at me
threateningly. "Don't talk to your brother that way."

"He insulted me!"

Angela looked at Bryan, and smiled. "Your brother can be a bit coarse,
but he's not wrong. You should be focusing on school and work and so
long as you are living under my roof, you'll obey my rules. No parties,
no anything that could get you in trouble. If I find out you've broken
my rules, you will find someplace else to live."

Of course she would back him up while threatening me. She did this
every time. And the shit eating grin on his face just made me want to
slug him. Instead, I turned back to Angela and said, "This isn't fair.
Bryan goes to parties every week. You don't push him to go to college
or focus on work!"

"Well...Boys need to get out, spend some of that excess energy. It
keeps them out of trouble. And Bryan's taking a year before he starts
college, you know that." Angela scooped the pancake off the skillet,
then took the plate around to Bryan. She leaned over and kissed the top
of his head while he gave me his best shit eating grin.

"Besides, I'm actually popular. You at a party would just be...What
would you even do there?" Bryan scoffed.

The worst part was...he wasn't wrong. Bryan was exactly the type of
asshole you'd expect to be popular. He was over six foot, athletic,
with a strong jaw and wavy, sandy blonde hair. He was good looking, and
good at making being an asshole to someone seem funny to other people.
That didn't change the fact that I wanted to go. Any change would be
welcome at this point.

The toaster popped, and I started. Bryan snickered at me as I got my
waffles. I buttered them without a word as I tried to ignore him
watching me. It wasn't even that I cared about this party in
particular. I work at the Oakvale Community College library, and one of
the new girls invited me.

Despite deciding to work in a library, the new girl, Mary, actually
seemed cool. She was pretty and social, but seemed smart and like she
didn't have to tear someone down to have a good time. When she invited
me to the party, I'd been surprised, dismayed at knowing I probably
wouldn't be allowed to go, and then hopeful. If I could make a few more
friends, maybe things wouldn't be so shitty.

"Whatever," I finally said, taking a bite of my breakfast. "I can
probably pick up an extra shift that night anyways. They always need
people to clean up after hours."

Angela looked over her head and gave me a thin smile that didn't reach
her eyes. "That's the spirit, Sarah. Keep working hard and maybe you'll
be able to make something of yourself." Her lips twinged.

My face flushed, and I wanted to be anywhere but there. She didn't
believe a word she was saying. "Maybe."

"It'll get you good and used to being a lonely library spinster," said
Bryan. He grinned at me.

I didn't give him the satisfaction. They could believe I would be at
work. Any other time, they'd be right. This time I wasn't going to give
in and just roll over. I wasn't going to just be a quiet meek nerd who
did what she told. I was going to sneak into that party, and I was
going to have the time of my life, dammit!

I wish now that I'd stayed home. If I'd just stayed home, none of this
painful mess would've happened.

3

The party was louder than I expected. Look, I know how stupid that
sounds, but it's true. I don't get out as much as I'd like, and when I
came to the party, I was expecting some music you could dance to, but
not so loud as to drown out literally everything else. I didn't know
how I was going to be able to talk to people like this.

Mary wasn't put off by it, which meant it was probably always like
this. She put her arm around my shoulder and pointed towards the dance
floor. She said something, but I couldn't hear her over the sound of
the music. I smiled and nodded just the same and followed her.

The party was inside a semi-abandoned warehouse. It shut down years
ago, and people started using it for raves and parties. Rather than
crackdown and try to catch kids partying, they'd just cleaned it up and
made it safer and turned a blind eye. In a semi-small town like this, I
guess even the people in charge figured college kids needed a way to
blow off steam.

The crowd seemed to magically part for us. Or for Mary. She was a
platinum blonde in a red dress that barely covered her panties, and she
very clearly wasn't wearing a bra. She was all smiles and radiant.
She'd insisted on us dressing up, and even let me borrow a dress of
hers.

It didn't quite fit me, and I didn't think I looked even half as good
as her. It was a cute dress. Baby blue, which contrasted nicely with my
hair and brought out my equally blue eyes, short enough to end
mid-thigh without revealing anything, and it clung to me like a second
skin. Far more snug than I was comfortable with, and it made me feel
like everyone was going to stare at me and call me fat.

Unless they just stared at my chest instead. The very top of it had a
strap going around the back of my neck and what I could only think of
as a boob window. I may be chubby, but I was also...gifted, there. The
tightness of the dress and the boob window made my boobs stand up and
out, pressed together to give the best presentation of the girls. Mary
had assured me that I looked good, so I went along with it.

People around me did stare. At first I thought it was at Mary, who was
already starting to move to the music. The longer I stood there like a
spaz, the more I realized that plenty of them were checking me out.
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I started dancing with Mary to try to
ignore it.

I can't dance to save my life, but this didn't seem to be the type of
party where anyone cared. The deafening music flooded the old warehouse
with wubs and dubs, and I just sort of...swayed in place, occasionally
bumping against Mary, who bumped against me. She grinned at me and
pulled me close, grinding on my leg.

My Brother&#x27;s Slave

by SmilingSatyr (UID 3742515)

https://www.literotica.com/s/my-brothers-slave-1

Blackmail leads a college girl down the rabbit hole

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For a second I panicked and froze. I realized that I had no idea if she
was into girls, and maybe this was her idea of asking me on a date. The
wicked grin she flashed me reinforced that, but then she looked over
her shoulder at a guy and wiggled her ass at him. She laughed, hugging
me and using me to steady herself as she teased him. I laughed too,
relieved.

Mary was exactly the kind of girl Angela thought I'd become if I went
to a party. Well, fuck her. Mary was having fun, and I was going to
have fun too. I held onto her and ground against her as well, trying to
ignore the sudden feeling like this was the worst idea ever and
everyone would laugh at me.

No one laughed. Most people were too busy dancing or grinding against
their own partners. The few people watching me seemed entranced at the
tease of potential girl on girl. A thrill went down my spine as I
shimmied right as Mary turned back to face me, smacking her with my
boobs. She burst out laughing and suddenly everything was okay.

Dancing was fun. More fun than I'd realized, cooped up with my books
every day. The music was too loud and was beginning to give me a
headache, but I wasn't about to stop. After each song, one or the other
of us would run up to get us both drinks. After about an hour of this,
I was as exhausted as I was tipsy.

It was all fun and games up until the guys Mary was keeping at arm's
reach got drunker, bolder, or both. One of them got up behind me and
put his hands on my hips. I froze, but didn't shove him off. Next came
his semi-hard crotch digging against my ass, and thrusts to match.
Beneath me, Mary laughed, but I was mortified.

And intrigued.

I'm definitely no dog, but between my charming family's influence,
being more inclined to books, and trying to be as invisible as possible
most days, this was the first time any guy had ever touched me or even
hinted that I was worth touching. I hesitantly moved my ass back. It
was just a dance, right? There was no need to get hung up over
grinding.

Then his hands cupped my breasts and squeezed. His fingers dug into my
exposed skin, and he jiggled them in his hands. Another first. My heart
thudded in my chest. The drunk, relaxed haze of my body enjoyed it and
wanted to arch up into his touch, beg for more. Part of me wanted to
see just how it would feel if I let him do whatever he wanted to my
tits, but the rational part of me wasn't completely gone. He'd crossed
the line.

I was about to tell him just that when his lips brushed against my ear,
making me shudder. "You're in trouble," he said just barely loud enough
to be heard over the music. I froze entirely. I knew that voice. I knew
that voice very well.

Mary must've known something was wrong. She turned around, and
instantly she was a fierce defender, hands balled up into fists at her
sides and showing teeth. "Back the fuck off!" She yelled at my
assailant. She didn't know. Thank god, she didn't know.

Bryan let go of me and took a step back. I turned around, completely
disbelieving what I was seeing. There was my stupid stepbrother,
grinning like a cat who had a lizard under his paw. A lizard he knew
exactly how he was going to dismember and eat. A cornered lizard
without anywhere to run and hide.

"Bryan, please," I started, way too low to be heard over the music. He
knew, though. His grin just got wider as he backed away into the crowd.
People shifted, and he was completely gone from sight.

My heart jumped up into my throat. He wasn't going to just grope me and
run, having a laugh at me later. He wasn't going to let this go. He was
going to hurt me the best way he knew how. I turned around and grabbed
the front of Mary's dress.

"I need to get home. Now." Tears were already in my eyes, and I had to
choke back the sobs that threatened to come. I wanted to believe that
Bryan wouldn't get me kicked out of my home, but he would.

Mary didn't ask any questions. I could've kissed her for that. She took
me by the hand and fought to get us through the crowd of sweating,
gyrating, drunk college kids. Even if it was only for a short period of
time, I was happy to be one of them, and have fun. If Bryan had his
way, it was the last bit of fun I was going to have for a long, long
time.

4

Angela and Rick weren't waiting for me when I crept inside. That was a
good sign, I hesitantly thought to myself. If they knew, then they'd be
waiting in their dual recliners, staring at the door like they wanted
it to die until I walked through it. So that meant that either Bryan
didn't tell them about me going to that party, or he wasn't home yet.

That meant I had time to get changed and wipe this makeup off before
the bastard came home. If there was no evidence, then there was no
crime! It would be his word against mine, but I could have Mary back me
up, if need be. A simple text would dispel anything Bryan had on me.
Okay, so maybe I was still a bit tipsy, but I had a chance.

As silent as I could in these ridiculous borrowed shoes, I snuck down
the hallway. Every single creak and moan of the house was aggravating,
a guard waiting to call out the alarm and let my family know what I had
done. But no one peeked out of their bedrooms. I could hear Rick's
snores from across the house. He must've gotten in, got drunk, then
passed out after molesting Angela.

Even Bryan's room was silent. I paused a moment to stare at it, waiting
for him to jump out and expose me. Nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief
and stepped into my room. I closed the door, and turned on the light.

Bryan was waiting for me, sprawled out on my bed. He had a pair of my
panties bunched up in one hand, and his other hand was down his pants.
There was no shame or surprise on his face. Only his usual gleeful
malice, mixed with something new in his eyes. Something I didn't like.

"Welcome home, Sarah. Have fun tonight?" He brought his hand out of his
pants. The bulge remained. I took a step back. The door was against my
back. I started trembling.

"Bryan, look," I started, voice cracking.

"No no, none of that," he said, raising his voice. I looked over my
shoulder, wincing. "When it's just the two of us, no more Bryan. I'm
thinking 'Sir' is a lot more appropriate. Bryan implies that you're my
equal. You're not. You never were, but after tonight? Hoo boy."

"Bryan, I swear, I - "

I didn't get a chance to finish that thought. Faster than I thought
possible, he was off the bed and had his hands on either side of me. My
panties were still in his hand. He somehow managed to avoid slamming
into the door as he loomed over me, looking down on me with something
less gleeful and crueler.

"That's one. Everyone gets one, whore. You will address me as Sir, or
mom and dad will know what you were up to tonight. From now on, you
belong to me. Do you understand me? You will do what I want, when I
want it, or I'll tell mom and dad you were at a party, dressed like a
slut and grinding against other sluts."

Not once did Bryan raise his voice. He didn't have to. He had me over a
barrel and he was enjoying it. He kept his voice low, soft. It was just
loud enough for me to almost hear it. I found myself leaning closer,
trying to catch everything he was saying. I couldn't afford to piss him
off. Not now.

"How do you think they'll react? My money's on them kicking you out.
Maybe dad will have a soft spot and just blister your ass and make sure
you never do anything without their permission ever again. You know how
much he loves to swing his belt around."

I winced. When we were younger, Rick was fond of using his belt for
discipline. I got it more than his golden boy did, but Bryan had his
fair share of beatings too. I was twenty now, but that didn't matter to
Rick and Angela. Not so long as I lived under their roof. I didn't have
the money or friends to escape just now.

"What...What do you want me to do? Sir," I added hastily.

It was enough for his ego. Bryan's look of intense concentration and
barely restrained fury melted away into a smile again. He was almost
handsome when he smiled, but I knew better. If he was smiling, that
just meant he was more likely to hurt someone, and very much enjoy
hurting them.

"This is what we're going to do, Sarah," he said. He put his hand under
my chin and tilted my head up for me. I swallowed hard. He took his
time continuing, looking me over at his leisure. "I'm not going to tell
mom and dad. Hell, I might even cover for you. If you're going to dress
up like a whore and go party, knock yourself out.

"But you're going to share that love with me." His big hand left my
chin and ventured lower. He grabbed my left breast and squeezed. None
of the cautious, gentle groping from the warehouse. Bryan practically
mauled me, squeezing and playing with the soft flesh. I couldn't back
up any further. I couldn't escape him, playing with me...molesting me
like this.

"I don't care if you slut it up around town, but I get to get in on the
fun. I get first dibs. You understand me? If I want something of
you...If I want you, then you'll be there, you'll be obedient, and
you're not going to say a fucking thing to mom and dad."

His words didn't register at first. I was still stuck on being caught
and him pinning me against the door like this, and calling me a whore.
He would joke about it all the time - usually to egg Angela on - but he
didn't believe I was actually loose, did he? Then he found my nipple
through my dress and pinched it Hard enough to make me squeal. His free
hand covered my mouth while he played.

Oh god, he was serious. He was serious about this. Looking up into his
eyes, I could see it. He was focused, and he was predatory. Bryan was
looking at me like I was a piece of meat, not his stepsister, not
someone he was raised with or spent every day tormenting and teasing.
We weren't much of a family, but I thought we were better than...than
this!

"Sir, please..." I said after he uncovered my mouth. He never stopped
playing with my breast, and my traitorous nipple was hard for him. I
hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn't just let this happen. "Please
don't do this. I'm your sister."

The son of a bitch actually laughed at me. "Eh. Not really. You've
always just kind of been...There. And now you're going to be useful for
a change."

His words were like a punch to my stomach. I knew they were true. I
thought it often enough, but hearing him say it...I didn't fight him
when he pushed me down to my knees. I could barely think through the
tightness in my chest. This couldn't be happening.

It was. I was on my knees, in a skimpy dress that made my tits stand
out, and my brother was grinning at me and unzipping his pants. He
shifted, and his penis flopped out of his jeans and against my face. I
flinched, which only made Bryan laugh again. The same barely
restrained, breathy laugh as he swung his hips and hit me in the face
with his cock.

My face was on fire. I tried not to look at it, but it was impossible.
My broth- Bryan was gifted. It may have been the first penis I'd ever
seen and I wanted to start sobbing, but it was at least six inches
long, and girthy. Even half hard it was nearly as thick around as my
wrist, and slowly growing, hardening right against my face. I could
smell the sweat from the jeans and something else. Something
animalistic and musky. I licked my lips without thinking.

"Look at that. You're more eager than I thought you'd be. You really
are a whore, aren't you?"

I opened my mouth to protest. He jammed the head of his thick cock into
my mouth with a quick thrust. From there, I panicked.

I simultaneously wanted to clamp down on it and spit it out. Neither
would be well received. I ended up opening my mouth wider in shock, and
it was needed. It was hard fitting the entire thing in my mouth, let
alone as much of it as he wanted as he continued to harden and poke
against me. I recoiled, but the door held me in place. And god help
me...

It wasn't that bad. At least not at first. His cock was salty from the
sweat, but it's not like he tasted awful. He tasted like...Well, skin
and the way he smelled. As the intruding dick in my mouth ploughed
forward and against my tongue, I had to admit that it wasn't the worst
thing ever.

"Be a good girl, and I won't tell mom," he purred above me.

The words 'good girl' made me tingle. I didn't know why, but I was far
past thinking. I ran my tongue along the bulbous head, feeling and
tasting him and making him let out an appreciative sigh. I didn't stop.
Slowly, carefully I continued running my tongue in circles, bathing the
invading member with a slow, steady trail of spit while I backed off.

I was doing it. I was sucking my brother's cock so he wouldn't tell on
me for being at a party. I pulled back until just the head was in my
mouth, tongue still circling it, and I sucked on it like it was candy.
My brother swayed in place. He let out another moan and grabbed onto my
curly red hair. My next lick had him tugging on it. It stung, but not
in a bad way.

I closed my eyes and bobbed my head forward, feeling his shaft fill my
mouth and take over it. I sucked and licked as best as I could with my
lips wrapped firmly around him. It was all I knew back then, the only
way I knew felt good to Bryan. Later, I'd refine my technique and truly
know what he wanted and how. Later, I'd want to give it all to him, but
not now.

Now I was testing the waters and finding that I didn't hate the act. It
made my entire body tingle, hearing him moan and whimper and grunt
above me. If I kept my eyes closed, I could pretend it was anyone else.
I could pretend that I found a cute boy at the party, and followed him
home. I bobbed my head back and forth against the hard, hot cock in my
mouth a bit quicker.

Bryan let out a moan loud enough that I worried it would wake up Rick
and Angela. The next time my tongue passed his pisshole, I tasted his
precum. My breath hitched. It was salty, thin, and my tongue swirled
over my brother's sensitive cockhead, greedy to get another taste of
it, another taste of the proof that I was doing it right.

Fuck. What was happening to me? I realized too late that I was
clutching my chest. Not like a scared damsel, but like a wanton whore.
I was playing with my own tits while I bobbed up and down Bryan's cock
like a whore. I want to say that I stopped, right then and there. I
want to say that I had enough sense to know that this was wrong and I
could stop it. I didn't.

I just pinched my nipples through that fuck-me dress I was wearing
until it hurt. I tweaked until tears filled my eyes and I bobbed
forward faster and faster. His cock was soon hitting the back of my
throat, but I didn't stop. My jaw ached from keeping it open so wide,
but I couldn't stop now.

Not with the bastard holding onto my head and keeping me in place.
Panic and lust fought, and lust won out. Bryan's fingers dug into my
scalp. He was right about me. Tears freely flowed down my face as he
began to thrust in short, shallow spurts. I choked, but he didn't let
up. I just pulled on my nipples and let him fuck my mouth, trying to
ignore the heat between my legs.

Even if I wanted to keep blowing the bastard, and god help me but I
did, he wasn't letting me. I looked up through the haze of tears at
him. His own eyes were closed and he was into it. He was practically
drooling as he thrust into my mouth. Bryan didn't care what he was
doing, or who he was doing it to. All he cared was that he was getting
his dick sucked.

On his next thrust I closed my eyes and swallowed around his fat tip. I
pressed forward, swallowing again and again, hoping to get that monster
down. It's what girls did in porn, right? And in those stories we liked
to pretend the library didn't have. I swallowed my brother's thick
cock.

The world darkened. I couldn't breathe. I was choking on his penis. I
was on my knees like a whore and swallowing like I was dying of thirst
while the bastard tugged on my hair and just tried to feed me more of
his thick, musky, hard as a rock cock. My nose was pressed up against
his pubes. I could feel his balls against my chin and I couldn't
breathe and I was going to die like this and -

Bryan grunted and pulled me off his cock. The world spun and I gasped
for breath.

"Fuck...Fuck fuck fuck," He grunted. I blinked away more tears. His
cock was halfway in my mouth, and his hand was on it, stroking and
jerking it too fast for me to follow. I dumbly held my mouth open for
him like the obedient whore I was. I couldn't think straight. Bryan's
cock twitched against my tongue, and then it was happening.

My brother's cock erupted into my mouth as he stroked every last drop
of cum out. The first blast hit me in the back of my throat and I
swallowed on reflex. There was no stopping now, and I didn't want to. I
mauled my breasts as Bryan finished off in my mouth and I swallowed his
cum as fast as it came out. My entire world was a haze.

The only thing that mattered was sucking and swallowing. Even breathing
took a backseat to the delicious feeling of his cock in my mouth. My
entire body was on fire and pulsing. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

"Fuck...See? Was that so hard? Maybe you're a good girl after all."

That did it. I closed my eyes and let out a low whine as my entire body
shuddered. My pussy, long since wet enough to soak my panties, clenched
and tingled and the rest of my body joined it. The stimulation was too
much. I finally released my poor nipples and collapsed on the ground,
panting and trembling.

"Fucking hell, Sarah," I dimly heard Bryan say above me. He put his
cock away and buttoned up. I didn't answer outside of licking my lips
and letting out muffled sob.

Now that it was over, shame hit me like a truck. He was standing over
me, gloating over his victory and what he got out of it and all I could
think about was how awful I felt, how betrayed by my own body. The
fucker raped me. He raped my mouth. And I let it happen.
Enthusiastically even!

"Mom would piss herself if she knew how right she was. Well, a deal's a
deal. Keep your mouth open for me, slut, and I'll keep mine shut." He
laughed at his own joke. He opened the door, hitting me with it. He
kept opening it until I got the hint and moved.

I crawled into bed, half numb and struggling to avoid sobbing into my
pillow. He was gone, and it was just me alone in my room. Me and my
thoughts.

This would never happen again, I swore. I wasn't going to let him hurt
me ever again, and I sure as hell wasn't going to give in and give him
what he wanted, ever again. I wasn't going to be a shameless whore. I
wasn't going to give my brother any more of my body.

I stripped out of the skanky dress and stowed it under my bed. I
thought about putting on a nightie, but it didn't matter. It wouldn't
make the night un-happen...And I wanted free access. I cursed Bryan
again as my hand went between my legs and felt my slit.

I vowed it would never happen again, but...Even back then, I knew it
was a lie. This was only the beginning.

Story Tags: incest; dubcon; erotica; sister; brother

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