Holidays are About Family 

Stuffed by My Brother for Thanksgiving.


***

"See you soon!"

I ended the call with my mom and hopped into the shower.

Tomorrow was Thanksgiving!

Now, I wasn't usually so happy about this silly holiday. It's about family, and I loved mine, truly -- except for my brother. Bruce ruined everything. Five years older was apparently enough to treat me like a kid, even after I left for college. And I don't mean things like calling me 'kiddo' or a teasing pat on the head. I cried in front of him once because my boyfriend broke up with me. Bruce got me a pacifier the next day. Thanks, asshole.

That wasn't the worst of it. But I was just glad that this year, he wasn't coming to Thanksgiving! I know, that's not very Thanksgiving-spirit of me. Oh, well.

Bruce was going to his girlfriend's home -- poor girl. But her suffering meant less of mine, and I grinned on the whole two-hour drive to my parents' house.

--

"Bruce?! What are you doing here?" I blurted.

Fuck.

A familiar little smirk started in the corner of his lips. He took a good look at me.

"Good to see you too. It's Thanksgiving, you know."

I rolled my eyes. "I meant, your girlfriend?"

His ugly smile faltered and turned into a grimace. "We're done. Whatever. How 'bout you? Cried over any good boys lately?"

I flipped him off and walked away. Good for that girl. Crap luck for me.

Clearly, I celebrated too early, and the universe decided to have a laugh on my account. Fine. This just meant I had to be on my guard as usual -- check my bed for surprise "gifts", watch everything I ate or drank, maybe lock my room if possible. Ugh.

Bruce never did anything that my parents had to step in for. So when my mom tossed me this next bit of fantastic news, I had to grit my teeth and bear it.

It was midday, and most of the family had arrived. I was eyeing the alcohol cabinet. A few of the men had gotten started on beers. Was it too early for vodka shots? Probably.

My mom called for my help in the kitchen. When I walked in, she glanced toward the living room and sighed. "I'm sorry, honey, can you share a room with your brother tonight? Uncle Dan's hotel lost his reservation, and we offered him Bruce's room..."

My mouth opened but I had nothing to say. None of the rooms had an extra bed. Share a bed with my brother?! Fuck that. He was sleeping on the floor.

But right there, in front of my mom, I worked my mouth into something like a smile. "Ok, sure."

"Thanks, honey." She smiled gratefully. "I know you two aren't close -- maybe you could talk to him tonight."

"Um, yeah." I changed the subject. We chatted for a few minutes -- no new boyfriend, classes were fine, yes, I'd be back for Christmas...

Miraculously, dinner passed without any of my brother's stunts. He barely said a word to me, and I was happier that way. Maybe, just this one year, I could make it through a family gathering without a new reason to hate my brother.

A girl could hope.

I went to bed early to claim my spot. No way was he taking the bed from me.

As I was dozing off, snuggled under the soft sheets, I felt a nudge on my back.

"Move over."

Fucker finally made it. I tucked the sheets in tighter and spread my legs across the bed. "Go away."

He sighed. "I'm tired, please just move."

Wow, he said please. I didn't remember the last time he said that. Still.

"No. Here." I tossed a pillow onto the floor, then turned my back to him.

Silence was my response. Good. Maybe I'd buy him a dollhouse bed for Christmas.

The sounds of a zipper and clothes rustling convinced me that I'd won. Imagining him getting sore and achy on the floor cheered me up. With a little smile on my lips, I settled in for a nice night.

I should've known better.

The sheets ripped out of my hands. I spun onto my back with the force of his yank, my bare breasts and little black panties exposed to my asshole of a brother.

He flung the sheets away and crossed his arms. "I was trying to be nice, but you never stopped being a little bitch, did you?"

Yelping, I hugged my chest and glared. My eyes widened. Bruce was in his boxers -- just his boxers -- and that bulge between his legs was huge. If that's how he looked soft...

I tore my eyes away from my brother's crotch, even more annoyed now. "Me?! You got me a fucking stuffed animal for my birthday this year, and a tiny toy violin last Christmas!"

I was so incensed that I hardly noticed how his expression had turned from slightly annoyed to angry.

He rubbed his face. "That was a $500 collectible, and it wasn't a toy--No. Fuck this. You're a fucking moron, and you always have been."

I was--oh, fuck, no. "Get out! I'll tell Mom you hit me! I'll--!"

"Shut up and move over," he demanded, stepping to the edge of the bed.

I hugged my boobs tighter. "No!"

After a beat, he shrugged. "Fine."

He got on the bed. On top of me!

He kneeled between my legs and propped himself above me with his arms on either side of my chest. I couldn't move my arms without exposing my tits, and if I shifted my legs too much, it'd be easier for him to make room for himself on the bed. The result was me glaring while my mostly naked brother hovered over me.

I hissed, "Get off! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Maybe I'll just sleep on you," he said with a stupid grin.

I rolled my eyes. "God, you're always a jerk--"

"I'm a jerk because you couldn't move?"

"I'm not sleeping with you!"

"It's one night!"

"Exactly! So get on the floor!" I barely remembered to keep my voice lowered as I covered my tits with one arm and shoved at his chest with the other. He didn't budge.

Something changed. His scowl narrowed into an intense stare and his lips pulled back.

In a low tone, he mumbled quietly, "Don't worry. I'll fuck the brat out of you."

I was not the brat here! And what the hell did he mean?!

I'd never seen this look on my brother's face, but I didn't care how pissed he was. I refused to move, spreading out my legs even further to claim the bed.

With an evil grin, he pressed his crotch right against mine.

I yelped. "Get off me! You're sick, you--don't touch me! What is... seriously?!"

He was hard. My brother's dick was rock hard and pressed against my stomach!

I scowled. "This isn't funny. Get off, right now, Bruce."

Not only did he not move away, he started grinding his bulge on the top of my mound, rubbing our intimate parts together with only thin fabric between us.

Shock silenced me for a second.

He felt good. That was terrible to admit even to myself, but my pussy immediately responded with a twitch and a bit of warmth. My face flushed. Angrily, of course.

"Wow, can't get any so you have to mess with me, huh?" I taunted. "Is that why your girlfriend left you, were you shouting my name instead of hers?"

His eyes got a strange, crazy look, all wide and intense. I felt a little bad. But he was the one rubbing his dick between my legs.

"Bitch," he growled. His hips lifted, and I thought for a moment he'd had enough. He had -- just not the way I was hoping.

No, my insane brother was taking off his boxers!

My pussy was definitely wet now. Sue me -- I was horny. It had been a while. I wasn't horny for my brother, obviously, but my pussy recognized cock. It didn't know any better.

I whisper-screamed, "What is wrong with you?!"

His smile wasn't friendly. "I sleep naked. Deal with it." His body lowered onto mine.

Heat. Warmth washed over me, particularly along that hard rod right between my legs, pressed up against my pussy. My heart pounded in my chest and I swore I could feel my pulse on my clit. For a moment, I dug my nails into his shoulder.

This was so wrong. I shuddered.

Then Bruce shifted, his cock moving away. My shoulders relaxed and my lips thinned. Talk about a bad joke. This was a new level, even for my brother, but at least--

Wait. No...

He was moving my panties to the side!

"Don't fucking touch me! Ah! Bruce... I'm s-serious, you can't... ahh..."

His cock dragged along my slick entrance, and my mind almost went blank. That velvety hard flesh left horribly wonderful tingles all over my sensitive flesh. He felt big. He felt nice and big and just what my pussy needed.

He whispered, "I can't, what? I can't... fuck you?" The tip of his cock rested at my opening, just slightly parting my pussy lips while his fingers rubbed my clit. My thighs shook.

"S-stop... This is... You don't want... not your own sister!" My chest rose and fell too quickly. My brother was insane. This was all just too crazy.

"Feels like you want it," he chuckled. "Your little cunt's tight, but sooo wet." His cock flexed. He was sliding into me, the large head of his cock stretching my opening and making way for the full length of his shaft, slowly easing into my hungry pussy.

"Ah! N-no... Bruce, no, you can't... Oh, fuck." I shoved his shoulder. He thrust another inch into me. Gasping, I punched his arm. He growled and grabbed both my wrists, bending my arms above my head and pinning them there. My tits brushed his chest.

With his face inches from me, he smirked. "I can. I'm fucking taking what I want from you, little ungrateful bitch. Your pussy can make up for... ungh, all those years of, ahh, your ridiculous attitude." As he spoke, his cock withdrew and thrust back in deeper, pumping all the way into me.

My chest heaved. My boobs were on full display to my brother now, but it hardly mattered anymore. "Fuck... you... ahh! I'm not the one... oh my God... who pushed my drink down my shirt! Mmmhh..."

That last sound was suspiciously close to a moan. My pussy felt good. So good. If this wasn't my brother... but it was. I kicked his legs. His pelvis ground the top of my mound, halting my kicks and drawing a choked cry from my throat as his cock rubbed something terribly delightful inside me.

He started fucking me hard and fast then, pumping that delicious cock in and out as he muttered, "What are you talking...? There was a bee in your cup! Sorry I saved you from a sting in your mouth! Fuck!" A deep, hard thrust emphasized his anger.

I squealed in delight, then fixed my expression into a glare. "You're... fucking... sick! Ah!"

Pleasure rolled through me, hummed in my veins, and spread to my limbs. Oh, no. Not like this. I couldn't give my idiot of a brother the satisfaction of... Noooo...!

Gasping at the first insistent wave of intense sensation, my body happily succumbed to the bliss roaring just beneath my skin, my pussy spasming all along the thick shaft pounding in and out, over and over. Still screaming in my head, I wasn't sure if it was in horror, pleasure, or anger.

My brother chuckled. He must have felt it. Damn.

"Finally... some fucking... appreciation..." he grumbled.

Shameful heat followed the pleasant afterglow of my orgasm. I came on my brother's cock.

Panting, I muttered, "I was just horny. You're the one fucking your sister!"

My dripping pussy wasn't very convincing. Bruce laughed and hauled up my weak legs, bending me in half, and hammered into me harder with his fingers digging into my thighs while my legs flailed in the air. Long, deep, pounding thrusts bounced against my cervix again and again, making my inner muscles twitch. This was a good angle. My pussy liked this angle. I gritted my teeth.

"I'm going to fill your little cunt," he growled, adding with a smirk, "Give you something to be thankful for."

"Don't you fucking dare," I snapped, digging my fingers into his shoulders. His cock was in me raw. My brother couldn't be stupid enough to cum in me. He might be crazy enough though. I pushed again, trying futilely to force him off of me.

Bruce chuckled and rammed his cock into me faster, bumping my cervix tauntingly with every thrust. A twinge of fear made my pussy tighten. His eyes glazed. His head lowered and he groaned, but he still showed no intention of pulling out, his cock now barely withdrawing an inch before slamming our bodies together again, faster, harder.

Twisting uselessly, I still couldn't get myself free. My fists pounded his arms. "Bruce, I'm serious! I'm not on anything!"

Burying every inch of his terribly wonderful shaft inside me, he grunted, "Good. I'm cumming. I'm cumming in your tight... little... pussy!"

My heart jumped. His cock twitched. Jammed right against my cervix, my brother's cock pumped rope after thick, creamy rope of virile sperm all over my vulnerable insides. Groaning, he pulled out and slammed in another spurt of cum, grinding my entrance in an effort to get himself in even deeper. Thrust after thrust, he emptied himself inside me, every drop deposited in the back of my tunnel.

"Ah! Bruce! No! Ohh, fuuuck!" I nearly screamed as the heat and copious fluids sent me spiraling again. I'd always been a slut for a good creampie. My pussy greedily milked his shaft, my brain fried in a few moments of needy, aching ecstasy. That pool of wet heat somewhere deep in my stomach spread luxuriously outward, gripping my entire body, all my muscles in delirious joy.

Reality crashed the party. This was my brother painting my unprotected pussy with his hot cum. He actually fucking came inside me!

As I grappled with my conflicted body and mind, Bruce relaxed, letting my legs fall to the bed and settling his weight on me. "Fuck, that felt good. Almost worth putting up with all your bullshit."

"Asshole," I hissed, squirming to get his softening cock out.

He pressed himself back in. "Yeah? Should I take that next?"

I froze, then struggled harder, kicking and flailing. "No! I fucking hate you, you disgusting--!"

Knock. Knock.

We went still.

My mom called out through the door, "We heard some yelling. You two ok?"

Bruce replied calmly, "She had a nightmare. We're fine."

I stayed quiet, my cheeks burning as my brother's cock slipped out of my pussy and cum trickled down my ass. If she came in, she'd see him on top of me, his naked ass lying between my spread legs. My pussy was so wet, there was no way she wouldn't smell the sex. If she managed to miss all of that, his underwear was probably on the floor. Shit. My heart thudded.

"Ok, have a good night!"

Footsteps faded away.

I released a relieved sigh.

Only to realize my brother's cock was hard again, and slowly sliding back into my drenched hole.

I shoved at his chest. "Let me go!"

"I'm not done," he murmured. "Not until you apologize for being a little bitch. Not until you beg me to fill you with my cock and make you cum -- since that seems to be the only part of me you like."

"You're delusional," I gasped. "I don't... mmhh... I'll never beg you for anything!"

My pussy disagreed, letting me know in no uncertain terms how absolutely wonderful my brother's dick felt stroking smoothly in and out, over and over again.

I gritted my teeth and refused to give in. This was going to be a long night.




***

A vibrator. I was holding a vibrator while my parents' smiles slowly faded.

How did I get here? Why did I open this stupid box?

Our parents had Christmas morning every year even after we moved away to college, graduated, and got jobs. They'd probably continue the tradition with our kids -- though I imagined they thought my brother and I would have kids separately. Like normal siblings.

I was moments away from throwing the pink silicone object at my grinning idiot of a brother.

"Bruce..." my mom sighed.

He opened his hands. "Hey, you always encourage us to have a healthy sex life. And a vibrator can't cheat on her. Win-win."

My dad rubbed his forehead, but I swore his shoulders were shaking. Mom pressed her lips together and handed me another wrapped package. "Here, open this one, Jen, sweetie. It's from us."

That was it? My brother gave me a vibrator for Christmas, and that was my parents' response? Oh, silly Bruce, there he goes again. Argh.

What did I get him? Nothing, of course. It was that, or I wouldn't be able to resist getting him something just as ridiculous. Besides, he got my pussy the last time we saw each other; if that wasn't good enough for the giant turd muffin, he could go suck a bag of dicks.

Hmm. I could probably find an adult store with dick-shaped candy.

After my brother fucked me through three total orgasms on Thanksgiving night, we fell asleep still joined at the hips. Neither of us admitted how exhausted we were. The moron wore a smug smirk all next morning. The only reason I didn't immediately punch him in the face was because of those orgasms. Nothing happened. I did not cum on my brother's limp dick.

The morning-after pill gave me cramps. The fact that my brother was the reason why I needed one gave me conniptions. That's right, conniptions. I don't know what the British fuck those are, but I had them. There is only so much bullshit a girl can put up with, and this girl was done.

I was done pretending for my family that we got along. I was done answering his calls and texts. If he fell in a ditch, I'd get a shovel to bury him.

He'd probably just climb out on top of the dirt pile. Jackass.

It wasn't until after Christmas dinner that I wondered how he'd found out about my boyfriend cheating on me. Mom probably told him. That was why she didn't get mad at him; she felt guilty.

I met this guy a week after Thanksgiving and thought we hit it off pretty great. Two weeks later, I found him kissing another girl at a party. What was it with me and asshole men?

At least we didn't have to share a bed this holiday. Christmas was always a small family gathering. If by some horrible Christmas miracle we ended up with only one bed in this house for my brother and me, I would book a fucking flight to another planet to get away from that shit. There was no way we would end up in bed together again.

None.

--

We stayed for a few days after Christmas. My parents didn't see us except during the holidays. I considered picking different holidays to visit with them in the future.

Bruce was disgustingly sweet with my parents, helping them tidy up, shoveling snow, making hot toddies that my mother adored. They never understood why I hated him. It was sickening.

We somehow made it to the last day without attacking each other. Well, I didn't smother him in the middle of the night, specifically. Mostly because that would involve him with me in a bed and just, nope.

The last morning, I packed my clothes, happy to get away without an... incident. Shuddering as I went through my pile of gifts, I made sure to toss that stupid vibrator in the trash. My brother never needed to be involved in my sex life, thanks. I could take care of myself just fine; I had, like, three vibrators.

After lunch, my parents stepped out to run an errand, and I said my goodbyes since I had a flight to catch before they got back. My mom suggested my brother give me a ride, and I froze for just a second thinking about exactly what kind of ride she meant. No, a taxi would be fine.

The second they left, I stomped off to my room and slammed the door shut. Two hours and I wouldn't have to see my brother again for almost a year. Fantastic.

I should've gone to the airport early.

Just as I got comfortable on my bed with my phone and an audiobook, my bedroom door opened. I frowned. Why didn't I lock the door?

My brother strolled in, leaning against the wall as he eyed me up and down.

"Go away," I ground out while staring at my phone.

He waved a small box at me. "I have one more present for you. You'll like it, I promise."

I highly doubted that.

Without looking up, I muttered, "Drop it and get out."

He was silent for a moment. Then he said softly, "I'm sorry."

What? What the hell did he say?

My eyes lifted slowly, suspiciously.

He had the oddest expression on his face: sad eyes, weak smile, shoulders hunched. "I'm sorry for making fun of you all the time. I'm sorry for... Thanksgiving. Um. I'm sorry for the vibrator -- I mean, you do need one, but--"

"Stop. Don't ruin this." I narrowed my eyes. "Just stick with sorry." This was too good. I could feel a tiny grin creeping onto my lips, but I kept it at bay.

"Right, yeah. Sorry. About everything." He fidgeted with a box in his hands, then held it out.

I eyed both the box and him with absolutely zero trust. This wasn't the first time he'd "apologized". Jerking my chin, I said, "You open it."

Shrugging, he unwrapped and opened the box, then lifted out a red scarf. Shaking it loose revealed nothing hidden. He stepped closer and handed it over.

Soft. Warm. Was this cashmere? I had the urge to hug it to my face. This was actually a nice present. I shifted uncomfortably and muttered, "Thanks."

"Can I put it on you?"

I sighed. "Sure."

He approached slowly like he was trying not to spook me -- fair enough, I wanted to run. The last time he had his hand on me... Then the scarf settled on my shoulders, and he tucked it in around my neck. My muscles instantly relaxed at the sheer soft luxuriousness surrounding me. I think I almost smiled.

His fingers fussed at the edges as he mumbled under his breath, "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a nice sister instead of a bitch like you."

His tone was so casual and I was so focused on the scarf that it took me a few seconds to process his words.

"Excuse me?!" I finally shrieked.

The scarf whipped off my neck. While I was busy staring at him in shock, he grabbed my arms, wrapped the scarf around my wrists, and pushed us down onto the bed with him landing on top of me. Yanking my arms above my head, he secured the scarf to the headboard. Satisfied, he got to work on my pants.

This all happened in seconds -- I squirmed and struggled, but my brother had always been stronger than me and he seemed immune to my cussing him out.

I kicked as he tugged off my pants, unfortunately missing his balls as he caught my legs and pulled them apart.

"No! Not again! Don't even think about it!" I yelled.

"Ok." He shrugged.

It couldn't be that easy. Of course, it wasn't. He was still holding my legs down and bending over, lower, his head moving between my thighs. Oh my fuck, was my brother sniffing my pussy?

Worse, he licked my pussy. I completely froze up as I felt his tongue drag up and down my sensitive folds, his lips sucking my most intimate flesh. Shivers raced up my spine. Heat gathered in my core, and I knew I was getting wet for him. Oh, no. No!

"You... eat... pussy... like a little bitch!" That might have had more effect if I wasn't gasping and moaning between my words.

Smirking up at me, he licked his lips. "I didn't know you were that flexible." Then his hot mouth went back to work on my pussy, his agile tongue flicking my clit and driving me mad. My hips wanted to buck into his face.

I didn't have the brainpower to process what he meant, but I was certain it was an insult. "Fuck you, too!"

"Ok," he said again agreeably, leaning up to his knees. At some point during his little tongue exercise, he'd gotten out of his pants, and, once again, I found myself naked in bed with my brother and his stiff cock. How the fuck?!

"What is wrong with you?!" I screeched. I might've asked myself the same thing. As his velvet-steel flesh met my drenched slit, I lay there, unable to move, all my muscles tense. Maybe I could have torn the scarf that still felt so soft on my arms.

Instead, I just yelled at him. "No! You can't do this to me! Bruuuuce!"

No, that was not a groan of pleasure as he slid smoothly into my needy hole. But oh my fuck, he felt good. It was like my pussy missed him, and welcomed him eagerly back where he belonged. His thick cock fit me so perfectly, stretching out my inner walls, rubbing everywhere inside me, bottoming out just barely at my cervix.

Ack. He was in me bare again! Sure, the fact that he was in me at all was the real problem, but I didn't fuck bare dicks, ever!

"Damn it! You goddamn animal! Get! Off! Of! ME!" I bucked my hips violently, trying to force him off.

He rode me like I was doing the thrusting. "You like it rough, is that how it is?"

Glaring, I kicked the sheets and snarled, "No! I said get off! Are you deaf?!"

Somehow, he set a steady rhythm in and out despite my wild flailing. He spoke just as casually, "I'm listening to your sweet body, and your pussy's telling me loud and clear that you need more cock. Mine, specifically."

The audacity.

"Fucking crazy bastard! I will punch you in the dick! See if you can ever fuck anything again once I'm done with you!"

Sighing, he reached to the side. "Oh, shut up already. You love my cock, I know you do."

My mouth opened in gaping disgust, the perfect opportunity for him to stuff my shirt in and shut me up. Fucker couldn't handle me, I knew it. I glared, yelled, and shook my head like an angry dog.

"Stupid bitch," he muttered. His hands returned to my waist as he pounded my pussy harder, his pelvis slamming my clit at every downward thrust. I was squealing within seconds, my inner muscles clenching his shaft so damn tight. This son of a... fuck, we had the same parents. Ugh!

Burying his cock all the way inside me, he leaned back and hooked my legs up, bending me in half. My foot took a swing at his face that he easily dodged. Glaring was really all I could do. Anger simmered in my chest.

Meanwhile, my brother had a calm, pleasant smile on his lips. "Since you didn't get me anything for Christmas, I'm helping myself. I even have another present for you."

I didn't like the sound of that. My brows drew down sharply as he grabbed something behind him. Pinning me down with one arm, Bruce closed his fingers around a bulbous, rubbery-looking thing. The fuck was he doing now? Was that the vibrator? I thought I tossed that stupid thing.

His cock slid out of me. My pussy spasmed, trying to hold him in. Ugh, no, it was good that he was done with me. I didn't think he'd cum yet, but whatever.

He didn't let me go. In fact, he hitched my hips up higher, pushed my legs down more, and brought the odd object towards my ass.

Oh, no, that was not a vibrator. Not for my pussy anyway.

He had a fucking butt plug. This bastard-- huh, maybe he was adopted. Fuck, I hope he was adopted.

His eyes met mine as he dipped the silicone tip into my pussy, grinning as he smeared my juices all over the goddamn toy.

Don't you fucking dare, I glared.

"I love you, too, baby J," he smooched the air mockingly.

God, I hated that nickname. My eyes were going to pop straight out of my head. I was sure he heard the growling low in my throat, even if he continued grinning like the idiot he was.

Finished lubricating the toy in my sopping pussy, he dragged the tip down my slit and rubbed the tip in gentle circles at my tight back door.

"Nngh!" I shouted, wobbling back and forth as he chuckled at my predicament.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a note of fake concern. "I thought you'd like this. You always seem to have a stick up your ass, I'm just trying to loosen it a bit."

I was going to shove a whole goddamn sword up his ass if he--

"Nnnnngh!" A scream erupted from my mouth, barely muffled by the shirt.

He did it! He stuffed the damn toy up my freaking ass!

"Oh, quiet down, it's only an inch," he sighed.

A little more pressure at my burning sphincter confirmed what he was saying. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my nostrils flaring as I chewed on the shirt and glared through teary eyes.

He brightened like a thought had just popped into that tiny brain of his. "Hey. At least you won't bite your tongue!"

Oh my fuck, I was going to kill him.

Groaning and yelling, I desperately tried to relax my muscles while he slowly worked the rest of the toy into my poor ass. The stretching was only a little less horrible as my tight ring closed around the next rounded section.

"Beautiful," he sighed, squeezing my ass cheeks as he admired my abused holes. "I should've done this so much sooner. It's so nice and peaceful without your--"

"Nngh! Mmmph! Mmnngh!"

He shrugged as he settled back into place between my legs, his cock slapping wetly against my opening. "Whatever you say. Your dripping pussy doesn't lie, though. You're wetter than at Thanksgiving, and you haven't even cum yet."

Lying moron, what did he know? I held my breath as the tip of his cock slid inside me, the smooth feeling of his shaft stretching my pussy shivering through my body. He felt bigger than before. My hot tunnel was so full. Clenching my inner muscles, I gasped as the butt plug rubbed me while my brother's cock impaled me.

What the fuck was he doing to me? I'd never felt this full before, the sensation amplifying the silky movement of every inch of his cock inside me. The slide out was just as amazing as the stretch when he plunged back in, thoroughly stroking back and forth, in and out of the depths of my tight tunnel.

Fuck it. He clearly wasn't going to stop; I might as well enjoy myself. Grinding my teeth on the shirt and blocking out the fact that this was my brother pumping his cock through my pussy, I let my hips bounce with his thrusts. All I had to do was arch my ass a bit and let my body go mostly limp; it was barely any effort.

Oh, fuck me. Oh, yes. Groaning and moaning, I didn't care what I was doing anymore. Each perfect stroke through my hungry tunnel drove me higher and higher. He pounded faster and harder, my inner muscles clenching tightly again and again until the intensity rose to unbearable heights, crashing through me, drowning me, washing away my mind.

Screaming into my shirt, I wrapped my legs around my brother's back and rocked myself on his pelvis, needing every bit of friction, every wonderful inch of his cock stretching me out, and more, more, more.

"That's it. That's it, cum for me, baby, yeah," he murmured. "Fuck, you feel so good."

Damn it. Fucker had to say something and ruin it. I didn't want to cum to the sound of my brother's sex voice!

He still felt good, too. Grumbling incoherently, I relaxed my legs -- after giving him a good kick in the ass.

Grunting, he grabbed my ankles and pinned them down by my ears. Luckily, I was flexible enough for this. Unfortunately, I lost what little mobility I had. My eyeballs worked overtime, one of my eyelids twitching.

My pussy twitched harder. As much as I didn't want to admit it, my brother could fuck. His cock drilled into me at an incredible pace, yet his breathing was deep and steady like he could keep this up for hours. A flutter went through my stomach at the thought of him using me like he did at Thanksgiving. Too bad I had a flight to catch.

I mean, good thing I was getting the fuck out of there soon. My brain was so scrambled.

A small smile curved his lips. I glared again, having just realized my eyes glazed over at some point. He chuckled.

"You were kinda cute there for a minute, all soft and almost sweet," he said. "If you stop making that ugly face, I'll take out the gag. How's that sound?"

It would sound much better if his cock wasn't rutting away in my squelching pussy.

I didn't stop glaring.

"Have it your way. I wonder what your face looks like with my dick in your ass," he muttered.

My spine stiffened. He wouldn't. The toy was bad enough, his cock was way too big for my ass.

I think he saw the panic in my eyes. His smile grew wider. Thrusting every inch of himself inside me, he leaned down and pressed an oddly gentle kiss to my cheek. "Maybe next time. I'll bring lube, baby J," he whispered.

Sparks danced in my stomach, my pussy clenching as he pounded me harder and harder. Crazy fucker didn't know when to stop. He just kept pushing and pushing me. I didn't even know where my boundaries were anymore, not with his cock massaging my insides, his tongue sliding along the shell of my ear, and his entire body pinning me helplessly to my own bed.

The sound of his rumbling groan echoed in my chest, shivering all the way down to my clit. Bastard was going to cum inside me again, wasn't he? I hadn't had a chance to get on birth control. My ex and I hadn't been together long enough.

Damnit, Bruce, don't do this to me, not a-fucking-gain! That urgent thought didn't quite make it to my aching pussy. The only urgency my body felt was the rapid, erratic thrusts of my brother's thick shaft as he pummeled me harder and harder, bouncing my body into the bed, thumping echoing in the room with the force of his efforts.

"I'm cumming," he breathed, his cock feeling even bigger as he jammed himself deep inside me. "I'm cumming in your... perfect... little... pussy... Oh!"

Lightning slapped my clit as the heat of my brother's cum filled the back of my tunnel. A shocked cry squeezed out of my throat. My inner walls spasmed along with his cock, sudden pleasure gripping every cell in my body. I could feel every pulse of his shaft as he released inside of me, his body tense all around me as we both gave in to the overwhelming sensations.

Fluids oozed and squished around my entrance. My cum -- mixed with my brother's. Insane, brainless, motherfu--

There was a chance that last insult was literal. I shut down the thought.

Really, if I focused on nothing but his dick, I'd have to admit this was the best sex of my life. You know, if I wasn't his sister, if he wasn't forcing me and gagging me (actually, I didn't entirely hate that part). Besides, there wasn't a chance in hell those words would ever pass my lips.

Bruce relaxed on top of me, his head resting against my shoulder as his breaths gradually slowed. Bastard was enjoying himself. He probably loved how much power he had over me. A quiver of utter rage rippled down my body, rubbing my sensitive nipples against his chest.

Finally rousing himself, Bruce pressed a soft kiss to my neck. I considered headbutting his nose in, but then I'd have his cum and blood on me. There were too many brotherly fluids as it was.

He quirked a smile. "That was fun."

My signature glare was locked on my face.

He grinned wider, releasing my legs and unbending my cramped muscles as I stretched my back and wiggled my toes. Thankfully, his cock fell out of me. A glob of thick cream followed, trickling down my abused ass.

His fingers brushed my cheek. "Even if I only see you a few times a year, I'm going to fuck you every chance I get. This pussy is mine, baby J. Fuck whoever else you want the rest of the year, but they get to share with me."

Fucking brute.

With an amused glint in his eyes, he tugged the gag from my sore jaw.




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"What the fuck are you doing here?"

I asked that a lot.

But, seriously -- my brother didn't live in this city. He didn't leave within fifty miles of this city. Thank god.

As he shifted my weight on his shoulder, he mumbled, "Saving you from yourself, apparently."

I stumbled against him, squinting at the blurry ground as he dragged me out of the bar. Technically, I should be grateful. He had just appeared out of nowhere and shoved off some drunk asshole who had been pawing at me. I owed Bruce at least a 'thank you'.

I didn't like owing my brother anything.

Despite tripping on my feet, I grumbled, "Well, fuck you, but I dun... don't need you. Get 'way from me."

He caught my fall with an arm around my waist as we continued weaving in the parking lot. Scoffing, he said, "You can't accept that I'm trying to help, can you?"

I wanted nothing from him. He'd 'helped' quite enough, thanks, and mostly himself. He wasn't currently groping me, but I wouldn't be surprised if he tossed me into his car and proceeded to take advantage of my drunken state.

I spotted my car. "Fine, whatever," I grumbled. "You did your good deed. Shoo." Pushing him away, I fumbled in my pockets for my keys.

He easily hooked me back into his arms. "Not a chance. You're not driving like this. Come on. And don't throw up in my car."

I wasn't that drunk. The ground wobbled like a small earthquake and the street was wavy, though. Probably shouldn't drive. I silently let him tuck me into his car, then proceeded to ignore him on the drive home by promptly passing out.

My chin drooped to my chest. The car stopped. I fumbled with my seat belt as the door opened. My legs almost crumbled when I stepped out of the car. Bruce caught me again and sighed.

"I can... get in by myself," I mumbled.

He didn't bother responding. Fine, ignore me. Not that I could do much about it. I leaned on him harder. He could carry me inside if he was sooo helpful. My feet tangled on the front steps. He didn't let me fall.

As the door shut behind us, he mumbled, "You're welcome for taking care of you. As always."

I grumbled annoyed noises. Taking care of me? Hardly. He was just taking the opportunity to get his hands all over me. I should have kicked him out of my home, but I could barely walk. If he dropped me now, I'd fall asleep on the floor.

We made it to my bedroom, me practically dragged along as I leaned against him more and more. I was tired, and he deserved it. The least he could do was work for it if he intended on using my body.

If? Who was I kidding, of course, he planned to fuck me. And I was too drunk to stop him. A curl of heat brushed between my legs. Grumbling quietly, I decided I'd just lie there and take it. I didn't want to fight him -- I mean, I didn't have the energy to fight him. It would serve him right if I fell asleep in the middle of his thrusting. I snorted at the imaginary pissed-off look on his face.

Collapsing on my bed made my head swim. I groaned and flung an arm over my eyes. Goddamn idiot brother of mine flicked on the light.

Dull thumps and shuffling noises surrounded me. I squinted. "What're you...?"

He was digging around in my dresser. My underwear went flying. "Go to sleep."

I stubbornly struggled to stay awake, rubbing my eyes. "Stop messin' up my shit. Get outta here." Losing the battle to keep my eyes open, I sank into the pillow. Naturally, he ignored me and continued rummaging.

"Where's that vibrator I gave you?" he mumbled to himself.

I smiled at the memory of throwing those stupid things in the trash. Of course, I did. I told him as much. "What, you thought I was dumb enough to keep 'em?"

He frowned at me, then shrugged. "Ungrateful cunt. I don't know why I bother. That's ok, I got more."

He what, now? Another curl of sensuous warmth settled low in my stomach. Ugh, whatever. I was horny when I was drunk, so what?

The fog of sleep pulled me under as I heard him faintly say, "Sleep it off, baby J. We'll play later."

--

My head was a swollen, cotton-filled drum, with a nail being hammered into it. I groaned. I hurt so much, even my jaws were sore.

No, wait. I couldn't close my mouth. Or touch my face -- something pulled at my wrists. I kicked, but my ankles were tied too, my legs spread wide apart. Blinking groggy eyes at the light, I yelled loudly. What the hell was going on?

Bruce's face appeared to the side, bending slightly over me. "Good morning, baby J! How are you feeling?" His bright and chipper voice grated on my nerves, adding to my already throbbing headache.

"Aaargh?!" Why was that piece of shit still here? It was Valentine's Day. I planned to wake up to a hot -- or at least cute -- guy in my bed for a day of tangling in the sheets. Technically, I suppose I got all those things.

Did I really need to specify that the guy should not be my brother?!

My bedroom came into focus around me, and the awareness of my situation followed. He'd tied me to my own bed, spread-eagled and naked! And what the hell was in my mouth? A strap went around my head, holding the thing in place like some sort of demented gag. Shaking my head made me aware of a band around my neck - fuzzy on the inside with harder edges. Great. I was collared.

I winced when my brother moved away, the light making my head pound again.

He returned with a glass of water. "Headache? Here you go. Don't spill, good girl." The cool liquid trickled into my mouth.

I coughed, swallowed, and sputtered -- or more like, gurgled as I yanked at my limbs. "Wha! Ah! Uck!" Ooh, yelling did not help my head.

Bruce dabbed at my chin with the edge of my sheets. The corner of his lips stretched in an annoying little smirk. He looked far too pleased with himself. "Shh, you're just going to make your headache worse. I know a great hangover cure. Trust me."

Hysterical laughter bubbled in my chest. Trust...?! Yeah, ok.

No!

I screamed and spat a stream of nonsensical syllables at him.

He didn't seem bothered. Two seconds after I stopped to catch my breath, he asked cheerfully, "Do you like your ring?"

My ring. He meant the horrible thing in my mouth. This was his idea of a ring?!

The only ring I wanted from my brother was a cock ring. Preferably one with a lock so I could toss out the key. Mental checklist item added.

My head was in too much pain for more screaming. I squinted at him like he was a lunatic, plus my eyes hurt, too.

He gestured at my wrists, ankles, neck, and mouth. "I couldn't decide which one to get you, so I got them all. Gotta give a girl some options."

My mouth would have gaped open if it wasn't already.

Absolute fucking lunatic.

Ok, focus, girl. If he was an idiot, it should be easy to get out of this situation.

But I couldn't talk. I couldn't fight. He had me completely under his control and, oh shit, he was undressing. I looked away. My eyes floated back. Better to see what was coming, like that thick erection jutting out at me, the tip dark and beautif--

"Uh uh! Argh!" My frustrated yells reappeared as he kicked aside his boxers and stepped closer to the bed. The sharp throb in the back of my head drilled into my eyeball.

"Shh, shh, I'll make it all better soon," he murmured as climbed on the bed. Pausing, he swept a strip of black cloth onto the floor. "We'll leave the blindfold off this time. I like your feisty glare and the way your eyes get all wobbly when you come."

A disgusted groan came up my throat. He liked my orgasm face. He had no business knowing what my orgasm face looked like!

Taking his time rubbing my legs, his fingers massaging up my inner thighs, he kneeled between my legs and bent. Lower. My muscles tensed.

Just as I expected. My brother, naked, in bed with me, again. I'd have to burn the sheets later. The whole freaking bed. A flamethrower wasn't uncalled for, but insurance probably didn't cover necessary earth-scorching scenarios. Pity.

My hips twitched at the touch of soft, wet, warm lips on the top of my mound. Did he have to be so good at this? I enjoyed the sight of a man's head between my legs -- even more so when the man wasn't shy with his tongue and fingers and lips, and oh, the sucking at my clit...

I sighed and moaned, changing that telling noise to a whiny groan. He didn't need to know how much I liked the flick of his tongue into my pussy, though my juices running down his throat were probably a good sign. Neither could I stop my twitching hips and thighs as my body urged him on, clenching at his head and grinding against his mouth.

My ankles tugged at my constraints as I tried to trap his face between my legs. The sharp pull brought a hint of sanity to my mind. I was grinding my pussy on my brother's mouth. I was strapped to my own bed against my will. Shaking my head, I yanked again, angry frustration instead of arousal driving my movements.

His fingers plunged in and out of me faster, his tongue circling and pressing my clit vigorously. I cried out, my back arching as my body strained for more of his touch.

Two against one -- I couldn't win. I was almost as pissed at myself as my brother, but the harder I resisted, the higher the pleasure rose. With one last strangled scream, my body succumbed to his moist lips, agile tongue, and insistent fingers. My pussy spasmed around his fingers -- fucker felt it, I was sure -- and every flick of his tongue on my clit matched the wonderful wave of sensations flooding my veins.

"Ah... ah... ahh... ah..." I couldn't even yell anymore. My pathetic little moans came in starts and stops as I gasped for air and my limbs convulsed. After another fantastic twitch, my arms relaxed, and I registered the dull burn around my wrists.

Bruce swept his tongue up the length of my pussy and licked his lips. "Feel better, baby J?" he asked with a smirk.

I blinked half-lidded, sleepy eyes at him. Shit, my head did feel better. I glared. I'd take a hangover ten times worse over being exposed and trussed up for my brother's perverted fantasies!

"Happy to help," he chuckled, kissing the top of my mound before climbing up over my body. I pressed myself into the bed as he covered more and more of me, his warm skin rubbing against me as he went, his lips soft on my stomach, then my ribs, then my tits.

Then his cock brushed my thigh and I flinched, finding a pissed-off yell in my breathless lungs.

He rolled his eyes. "You love my cock. We both know it, so quit your whining. I have so many things planned for you today, we're going to have so much--"

"Aarrrgh!" I couldn't listen to his smug bullshit a second longer. If he thought I was having fun, he didn't know the meaning of the word. He didn't know shit!

"Fine," he snapped. His teeth grazed my nipple and he sat up on my chest. "You want to be a bitch? I was hoping we could have a nice day, but we'll do things your way. How's this, huh? You like this... ungh... yeah, you like my cock in your throat better?! Yeah, I think so. That's a good look on you, bitch."

Obviously, he'd intended to fuck my throat to begin with, so I didn't see what he was so mad about. Idiot. If I wasn't busy gagging and choking on his cock, I'd have rolled my eyes. He sat straddling my face, his hands in my hair pulling my head back and forth along the full length of his shaft, forcing my throat to open around the thick tip of his cock over and over again. My throat bulged against the collar. My lips smashed to his pelvis as my legs thrashed uselessly on the sheets.

There was a brutal rhythm to his driven thrusts. I had enough air -- barely. Occasionally, he crammed himself all the way in and held me there, my nose pressed against his pelvis, male musk filling my senses, choking me inside and out. Then he'd pull out long enough for me to gasp in a deep breath -- but not long enough to let it out again in a piercing scream -- and plunged back into his steady, firm rhythm.

A few minutes of that and I stopped trying to scream. At the same time, he changed his pace, becoming much gentler and slower. His cock slid between my lips and glided over my tongue, only deep enough to press lightly on the back of my tongue before withdrawing and repeating the easy motion. I caught my breath. My muscles relaxed. I closed my eyes.

"That's better, baby J," he murmured. "Use your tongue, show a little appreciation. Just a little taste, come on."

I growled but didn't struggle. Was it terrible that he smelled nice? My ass squirmed and I became aware of my juices sticking between my butt cheeks, that's how wet I was. He tasted good, too. My throat felt raw and my jaw hurt, but his cock still made my mouth water.

Just a little taste, echoed the traitorous slut in the back of my mind. I'd already swallowed his cock, what was a little tongue action compared to that? This wasn't for him. This was for me, what I wanted to do.

It was too easy to give that warm, hard flesh a little lick. Just once. I felt drunk all over again as I ran my tongue along the underside of my brother's cock, swirling side to side as he stopped moving altogether. An odd sound interrupted my taste test -- a hissing, slow breath. Bruce groaned. Electric fuzz danced up my spine. He slowly pulled out, and I opened my eyes as I teased his cock, the tip of my tongue pressing firmly on that sensitive spot below the head.

He groaned louder and let go of my hair, letting my head fall to the pillow. "Oh, yeah, that's good. Ungh... I need to fuck you, right now."

Only a small whine left me. I was so horny at that point, I would've fucked... well, my brother. Lucky me, he was right there, and very accommodating to this particular need. As he scooted down between my legs, I seriously wasn't sure if I would've yelled at him to give it to me or get out of my house.

The conflict in my lust-drowned brain had me unmoving as his shaft slid along my pussy lips, up and down a few strokes before pressing the large head at my entrance. Pausing, he raised a brow. "Not gonna put up a fight, Jenny? Damn, you're so easy. Did you actually want that guy last night?"

Why did he want me to fight? I hesitated. As drunk as I'd been, that jerk could've easily dragged me off somewhere, just like my brother had. I had wanted some naked fun, but not like that - or this. My eyebrows scrunched.

He smirked. "There's the little bitchy girl I know. I love you, too."

I growled.

He slammed his cock into my pussy.

The air flew from my lungs. My stomach clenched, my hips bucked. He'd rammed inside me so easily; I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life. The delicious stretch of my inner walls as his shaft filled me entirely was all I could feel, all I could think about. My body screamed yes! I didn't have any brain cells left to say no, even if I could have.

He fucked me slower than my mouth -- he probably couldn't last, idiot shouldn't have wasted so much time ruining my throat. I clawed my way back to lucidity as my body adjusted to the deep, thorough glide in and out of my slick tunnel. It was a struggle, but I managed to make my moans sound like "no, no, no".

He was forcing me, after all. He was no better than that jackass who wanted to take advantage of my drunken state. The only difference was that my brother succeeded! There, my eyes fixed on his face in a proper, normal glare again.

Bruce chuckled. "Yeah, I know, I'm fucking you. I'm just giving you some motivation. It could be his cock inside you right now. Is that what you want?"

Actually, yeah. I was looking for a day of meaningless fucking, definitely not thinking about my brother, or being anywhere near him. But one jackass led to another, and here we were.

Here we were, with my legs spread for my brother again. The fact that he forced the spreading was fairly meaningless as I helplessly enjoyed his cock. The intense friction between my legs tempted my hips to move in rhythm with him. I wanted to meet his thrusts, to wrap my legs around his back, and take him in deep, deep in my hot pussy.

I felt drunk with lust. Lust for my brother!

He laughed as though he knew what I was thinking. It wasn't hard to guess; my pussy's spasming walls and squishing wetness said everything he needed to know. My resistance was weakening more and more every time. I wished I could blame my arousal on being drunk. No, my mind was fuzzy from lust -- lust for what my brother was doing to me. Nothing as simple as alcohol.

My body's reactions were getting out of control. Not just today, though I was losing the inner battle again as he thrust leisurely, tauntingly like he was waiting for me to thrust back. I wanted to so badly. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and--

Argh! Disgust and rage broke through the fog. I yelled and flailed wildly. A corner of my brain whispered that anger was a convenient excuse to rub my pussy against his cock, but that corner was wrong. I was fighting. I was struggling to escape. I was...

Spiraling. Panting and squirming, twisting and bucking -- nothing I did avoided the burning heat in my core, the beautiful slide in and out, over and over as my brother held on tight and rode my struggling body. He pumped faster and faster. I gasped and jerked. A long, needy moan announced the beginning of my ecstasy. My inner muscles pulsed as my brother coaxed another orgasm from my insatiable pussy.

"Goddamn, you're perfect," he mumbled. He slammed deep into my spasming insides and bent, sucking on my tits as my pussy helplessly massaged his cock. "Beautiful, hot, and tight. Oh... I'm cumming, Jen! Oh, yes, milk my cock! Ungh... ungh... You like my cock so much. Oh... your pussy likes that. Yeah!"

Wet heat pooled deep in my belly as my brother released spurt after spurt of cum against my inner walls. I wailed, the sound indistinguishable from a cry of pleasure or a protest against my insane brother coming in me again. One of these times, it was going to stick. I didn't even know if I cared anymore. Certainly not right now. The wonderfully intense slide of his cock in my slippery tunnel set me off again, pleasure washing over me as his cum oozed between our joined bodies and down my ass.

Panting, he lapped at my nipple as he humped me gently. "Alright... I'm taking... off that ring. Your jaw looks uncomfortable. Promise you won't scream?"

My jaw was very sore and I wanted the ring out almost as badly as I wanted his cock out. I glared sullenly but gave him a tiny nod. Besides, there wasn't a scream left in my lungs. After a few more seconds of catching his breath, he eased the contraption off my face.

Wincing, I closed and opened my mouth, prodding at my cheeks with my tongue. "Fucker. Lemme go," I mumbled.

"Oh, I'm not done with you." He chuckled and kissed my cheek when I turned my head away from his lips. Ew. No. Shifting to his elbows, he slowly withdrew from my used hole. I groaned at the loss. Yeah, ok, he felt good. Whatever.

Patting my thigh, he climbed off the bed. "Take a nap, baby J. I'll be back in a bit."

Ugh, that was my plan -- the napping part. I was so tired. Now I had to stubbornly stay awake. I managed to glare sleepily until he left the room, then my eyes drooped, blinked, and stayed closed.

--

Something warm and soft slowly woke me. The sensation went up and down my inner thighs, swept my butt cheeks, and rubbed gently all over my pussy. A cool, moist trail on my skin made me shiver. I opened my eyes. The pillow stared back. Turning slightly, I saw my brother grinning as he wiped my ass again with a wet towel.

He reached to the side. "Hey, sleepy head. Here, have some more water. Gotta stay hydrated, we're gonna have a busy day."

Water was a fantastic idea, but I spit out a mouthful at him after I had my fill. I was still tied up, spread out across my bed with my bare ass on display. Great, he wanted to fuck me from behind. Grumbling, I snapped, "It takes a special kind of moron to impregnate his sister."






"You like it, you can't lie about that," he said as he wiped his face.

I rolled my eyes. "So you can make me orgasm, that doesn't mean shit. My vibrator can, too, woohoo!" Did he feel way better? Yes. Was I ever going to admit that? Absolutely fucking no. "Just untie me already, you had your fun." And so did I.

He tossed the towel and grabbed a handful of my ass, kneading roughly. "Not yet. I made a promise, baby J."

Every muscle in my body froze. My ass clenched. No, no, no. That's why he put me on my stomach.

He pried my tense butt cheeks apart and ran his fingers along my puckered hole. "Relax. I'll be nice. It'll feel good. But you need to relax, ok?" A cool, wet feeling brushed my asshole. He rubbed the lube around, pressing a finger against my tight ring.

My breath came faster as I tugged on my limbs. "Don't. Bruce, I'm serious, I've never-- Don't!"

"Oh," he breathed. "Oh, that's so sweet. I get your anal cherry." He worked the tip of his finger past my sphincter, probing gently with the lube. When I jerked my arms harder, he chuckled. "Is this worse than cumming in your pussy?"

"What is wrong with you?!" I panted. Whichever was worse really didn't matter -- I didn't want either! As his finger dipped in and out of my clenched butthole, I kicked and struggled. He stopped for a minute to climb on top of me and hold me down before returning to stretching out my ass.

Two fingers pushed inside me now. My backside began to burn. I whimpered and tried to unclench my poor, abused ass. He pushed in deeper. Fuck, his cock would be way bigger than his fingers.

"Just... looking for that stick up your butt, Jenny," he mumbled. "That's a good girl, let me in. This is going to happen, and you're gonna love it, like always."

While his fingers swirled in my bowels, I gritted my teeth. "I don't know... what fantasy world you live in... but leave! Me! Out of it! Ah!" My hips jerked as he pulled his fingers out.

The momentary relief immediately disappeared as his cock rested between my ass cheeks. Bruce spread my ass open. "You're my whole world, Jen. You and your beautiful... body. Oh..."

"Ah!" Pressure, burning, stretching. My asshole spasmed. He was inside me. My brother's cock was in my ass!

It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Air puffed in and out of my lungs as I made my body stay very still and not tense up. Imagining slashing his tires and keying his car helped. His cock pushed in another inch. My brother liked his collectibles. Smashing them with a baseball bat would be a great weekend stress-relief activity. I could almost hear their little plastic crunch. Oh, fuck, there's another inch. Nngh...

By the time I felt his pelvis meet my ass, I was whimpering and squirming, my backside burning with the impossibly full sensation inside me. My brother's cock was buried deep in my ass. Of all the fucked up things...

He gave me a few short pumps like he was test-driving my ass. "Oh, yeah. Nice and tight. And no screaming! See, this isn't so bad."

This was horrible. Dicks did not belong in my ass. Especially not this dick. "Yeah... good thing... nngh.... you're so small. That dumb toy was... mmph... probably bigger!"

His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh. Pissing him off wasn't the smartest thing, but I didn't care. He was fucking my ass!

"Stupid bitch." Growling, he pulled out and slammed all the way in, rocking his pelvis against my butt cheeks. Every inward thrust tugged at my ankles as he pounded my body into the bed.

I yelled, but not in pain or discomfort. Was it too much to ask for my body to agree with my mind for once? Panting, I gritted out, "You know what I did... ah... with that tiny violin? I broke it and made a tiny fire! Ah! I'm gonna... nngh... smash all your little figurines one by-- urk!"

Snarling, he grabbed my collar and pulled my head back, choking me into silence. "I liked you better with a gag. You should thank me for taking it out." His cock rammed into me. "You should thank me for using lube." Again, harder. "For stretching you and starting slow." Twice more, faster. "For making you cum! Twice! For so many things, bitch!" He didn't pause now, punishing my ass with deep, long thrusts again and again.

Small bursts of air went in and out of my lungs as Bruce forced himself into me over and over. Odd, not at all unpleasant sensations spread from between my legs. My entire body twitched.

Then he dropped my head and reached around my hips, his fingers rubbing furiously at my clit. Lightning -- pure shock and ecstasy -- singed my nerves.

I yelped. "Ah! Nooo... stop-- stop that!"

Laughing, he rubbed me harder, fucked me faster, and slipped two fingers into my sopping pussy. I was embarrassingly wet. I didn't think I'd like anal, but my body loved my brother's cock, no matter which hole he put it in. Breathing became difficult because I was uncontrollably whimpering and moaning, my pussy spasming around his fingers, my inner muscles gripping his cock.

"I'm too small, huh?" he sneered. "Is that why you're soaking my fingers? You have a thing for tiny dicks? Good thing I'm here to help. I'm gonna fuck you all day long. I'm gonna make you my little bitch."

Drooling into my pillow, half out of my mind, I didn't process his words or even his tone. There was nothing but the overwhelming intensity between my legs, inside my belly, taking over every cell in my body. I was at the crest of a rollercoaster, and there was nowhere to go but down.

Ah, fuck it.

I took a deep breath. "I! Hate! You! Fuck... fuck me! Ahh! Fuck me harder, you fucking bastard!" I screamed. I gave in. The universe contrived to have me fuck my brother, and I had no say in the matter. Fine. I was gonna be the best sex this bastard had ever had.

"Fuck my ass! Don't you dare stop touching my clit! What do you think you're doing?! I said, don't stop! Damnit, Bruce! Fuck me!"

My brother paused in the middle of my tirade, his fingers and cock both shoved deep inside me but not moving. Hah, surprised the crazy pervert. Not my goal, though. I told him to fuck me, and he stopped -- what the hell?!

Oomph. His body crushed mine into the bed, his head hovering an inch from mine. "About time," he growled.

My lips parted. He bit the corner of them, then rolled his hips and slammed my ass harder and faster than before. His hand kept up the pressure on my clit, driving me wild as he filled me again and again with his fingers and his cock. Short cries bounced from my mouth. His tongue glided along my jawbone, his teeth nibbling my ear. Damn, but my brother felt good. Yes, I was enjoying my brother's cock in my ass. Yes, I wanted him to use my body. More. Again! Thrust, thrust, thrust, and I was gone.

The pleasure approached almost lazily, an inevitable wave slowly rising higher and higher. I didn't try to stop it. I arched my hips back, grunting as I felt my brother's cock stab deeper into my bowels. Humping his hand, I relished the explosion of sensation thrumming beneath my skin and chasing my whiny, futile objections out of my mind.

Bruce groaned into my ear, a low sound in perfect harmony with the bliss that held me in thrall. Bucking my hips, I whispered hoarsely, "Fuck... me..."

"Yes," he hissed. "Yes, Jen, yes! Oh, oh, yes!" His pelvis smushed my ass, his cock as deep inside me as he could reach -- and no, he was not small. I was delightfully full when the heat of his cum rushed up his shaft and splashed my bowels, a hot pool of fluids flushing me with endorphins once again. My brother's groans echoed in my mind. My brother's breath warmed my neck. My brother's cum drenched my pussy and my ass. I shuddered. I guess he'd succeeded in dragging me down with me.

Bruce pressed soft kisses onto my shoulder. "Finally admit you love my cock?" he panted.

"Don't... ruin the moment..." I muttered. I just wanted to bask in the afterglow, not be reminded of who was on top of me.

He lifted his head and chuckled. "Oh, we're having a moment?"

I groaned. No basking. The moment was gone. "Fine! You feel good, ok? That doesn't mean anything! Don't get all full of yourself."

He nodded agreeably. "I like filling you up instead."

Idiot.

But an idiot with a fantastic cock. It wasn't like I could just walk away, so why shouldn't I enjoy myself? Screaming, demanding, logic -- he didn't give a shit. I stopped caring, too.

Don't get me wrong. I didn't fall head over heels and give him puppy eyes when he fucked my mouth. I wasn't that braindead. But for one day -- one -- I cursed him out a little less and screamed in pleasure more than anger.

From now on, I'd hide a knife under my pillow so I could cut any more stupid ropes. My brother wasn't catching me unprepared ever again.

Sometime later that day, once we were both exhausted, sore, and thoroughly satisfied, he finally untied me. Fucker left the collar on. I didn't have the energy to kick him. I barely had the energy to watch him and make sure he left. What I would do if he decided to sleep in my bed, I had no idea.

Thankfully, that didn't seem to be his plan. He dressed, gathered his crap, and gave me one last look. My brother stood there with the ropes in his hands, head tilted, eyes running over my body in an altogether too proprietary manner. I narrowed my eyes.

"We are not talking about this," I muttered.

Bruce broke out in laughter and walked away. The front door closed a minute later.

When the fuck had my brother gotten so hot?

Literally slapping myself, I couldn't believe the crazy thoughts in my head. I pried at the collar.

Ooh, wait -- I had the perfect gift for him. I brightened. Now, how to sneak into his home and steal his figurines...
 
 ***

It was a beautiful spring day. The goddamn birds were chirping an excessively cheerful song, telling other birds it was time to fuck. I hoped a cat got them.

I was sitting on the toilet, staring at a little plastic stick, hating everything -- the world, the universe, the frickin' sun shining through the windows.

Flicking the stick into the trash, I washed my hands and slammed the bathroom door. Ten tiny boxes rattled on the coffee table. They were perfect little Easter eggs for my ridiculous, insane, universe-sized mistake of a human being -- my brother.

Bruce lived only a few miles away now. Fucking creep. He moved, which was why he was in town a month ago, searching out a place to stay, dropping by to wet his dick in my cunt. The usual.

I 'helped' him move in -- albeit a few weeks late, but I was a good sister and offered once I found out. While I was there, I rearranged a few things and stole his neatly displayed figurines. Then I smashed and individually wrapped them. That was fun. Little colored bits of plastic and metal lined the boxes like confetti.

That bullshit stick in my bathroom trash was not fun.

Changing my mind, I grabbed the stick, threw away the boxes, and drove out of there.

Halfway to my brother's house, I sat in front of a stoplight, questioning my entire life. Why was I driving to his house? Maybe I should ram my car through his living room. Jesus fuck, I was going crazy.

Or maybe it was the hormones. Because that was a thing now. Argh!

I turned the music up in my car so I could scream. The car next to me peeled away. I was a loud screamer. Oops.

Parking in his driveway, I slammed the door and barged in, briefly glad it was unlocked. The universe threw me tiny favors, like glitter on top of a pile of shit. Thanks, universe.

My brother leaned his head out of the kitchen as I stomped through his living room. A grin spread on his lips. "Aww, hey, baby J, nice to see you. Miss me?"

He didn't seem the least bit upset about his missing collectibles. A new set gleamed in his ridiculous display case. My little revenge felt hollow and pointless.

Too enraged to say anything, I wordlessly threw the stick at his face. It landed with the terrible little plus sign clearly visible. He peered at it curiously.

The smirk dropped from his lips. "Is this real? You're pregnant?"

Finally, he understood.

"Yes! I'm pregnant!" I shrieked." You put a baby in me! You, my complete nutcase of a brother-- oof!"

My back slammed against the wall, my brother gripping my upper arms and grinning wider than before.

"Yes! Finally! YES!" Ecstatic glee lit his eyes as he pinned me, his mouth diving for mine.

What the fucking hell?! That was not the reaction I was expecting. Nowhere close.

Wrenching my head to the side, I shouted, "What are we going to tell our parents, you gigantic freaking idiot?!"

"I don't care! I don't-- Oh, fuck, yes! Jenny, Jen, mmm..." Grabbing my chin, he claimed my lips this time.

And pressed his rock-hard cock to my stomach. A shiver of desperate need ran through me. Pregnancy made me horny, apparently. I'd been masturbating every night for the last week, but I was still needy as hell the next morning. Yay, hormones.

So when I should have bit his tongue, I dug my fingers into his waist and kissed him back, growling little moans in my throat as my hips ground against his erection. My body was on fire in an instant, my anger fueling the heat in my belly. This was all sorts of terrible, and I just did not care.

The rough kiss broke when he leaned back and picked me up at the waist, lifting me so my boobs were level with his mouth. Tearing away at my low-cut shirt with his teeth, he held me up by my ass and dived between my tits. I caught myself on his shoulders, panting, dazed, and instinctively wrapping my legs around his back. The soft, wet warmth of his tongue washed my nipple and I moaned.

That pitiful sound slapped a drop of awareness into my lust-soaked brain cells. What the crazy fuck was I doing?

Groaning angrily, I shoved at his shoulders -- to the usual effect. "Get away from me! Stop touching me, you disgusting piece of-- Ow! Did you just bite my nipple?!"

"You came to me, baby J. Shut up and take it for once. This... is what you came for, this... is why you're here," he breathed between swirling his tongue on my sore tits.

"No!" I pounded my fists on his shoulders. "I came here to tell you-- ah... that you're a world-class trainwreck of a human being... nngh... You put a baby in me! Do you get that?!"

He groaned and squeezed my ass. "Fuck, yes, say it again."

"What, that you're an idiot?!"

"You're adorable when you're mad." Grinning up at me, he caressed my asscrack and rubbed my pussy through my panties. On the list of today's mistakes was the fact that I was wearing a skirt.

I sputtered. Literally, just nonsensical spitting noises as he nibbled my boobs and fondled between my legs. This ass-munching fucker needed a kick in the balls. I flailed my feet, beating at his back. Hah, take that, kidneys.

The movement made me slide down. He pinned me with his body, pressing his erection against my stomach. Somewhere in his groping, he found time to free his dick from his pants. If I had any doubts about his excitement at my news, they were erased then. He honestly thought it was hot that he knocked me up. Fucking idiot.

And so was I for loving the way he felt. I rubbed myself against him like a needy bitch in heat even as I kicked his back. He knew what I was doing; he laughed into my tits.

"Why are you always so damn horny?!" I yelled. Could ask myself the same question. Never mind. "Can't get off without your sister? Do you even know how fucked up that is?!"

"Then why are you wet? What's your excuse, hmm?" He raised a brow, his fingers pulling aside my panties and stroking my slippery folds.

I strangled a moan, wishing I had the willpower to strangle him instead. He leaned back and lifted me, lining up his cock with my entrance. It was ridiculously easy for him to nudge the bulbous tip of his cock past my wet pussy lips and shove himself into my overeager cunt.

Shrieking in pleasure, I arched my back and tensed as my body adjusted around him. With each passing second, I felt a stronger and stronger need to roll my hips, to take him deeper and grind my clit against his pelvis.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders and screamed in rage instead. It released a tiny bit of the need inside me. "Damn you! Your cock doesn't make this better!" Except that it did. "Ah! Fuck! Get that thing out of me and put me down! Ahh!"

He thrust in deeper and groaned. "Shush, you can't get any more pregnant. I don't mind trying though. Twins?"

I imagined my belly growing big enough for two babies. My inner walls twitched. Growling, I pushed myself onto his thick shaft, taking more of his inside me. "That's not how it... ugh. You get off on making me angry, don't you?"

"No, your pussy gets me off."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't ignore how much my pussy agreed. My irrational horniness was not to be denied, and my brother's cock felt better than any guy I'd ever been with. It was nuts. Everything about this was nuts.

But my body trembled with need as he slowly pulled out and gradually stretched me open again, filling my insides, gliding through my slick tunnel. I wanted to hate what he was doing to me, but all my nerves felt on fire and my pussy soaked his cock. Complaining felt like a lie. Maybe it always was.

Gritting my teeth as my mind wavered and his cock thrust, I weakly mumbled, "Stop... stop. Bruce... damn it... ohh..."

In response, he thrust faster. He was well on his way to fucking me into submission, the crazy lust in my brain insisting that I pump my hips and tighten my legs. This had nothing to do with what I wanted anymore. I needed his cock inside me. I needed my brother to pound my cunt harder.

As my back thumped against the wall, all I could think about were the waves of pleasure shuddering through my limbs as my will eroded under the assault of my brother's firm, relentless thrusts. There was no better feeling.

The next time I opened my mouth, I moaned, "Fuck my slut pussy! Fuck my pussy like you own it!"

"Like I own it?" He smirked.

His snark wasn't even enough to change my mind. "Shut up! Just fuck me! Harder, you asshole! Ah! Yes! Fuuuuck!"

There was nothing in my head but the in and out slide of his thick shaft through my needy cunt, the feeling of being owned by my brother's cock, of my body giving in to everything we ever wanted. Everything he wanted. I never entertained the idea of Bruce's cock anywhere near me, but now that he'd used all my holes, it was like my body was addicted. I needed him.

"Ahh! Fucking... bastard! Is that... the best you can do?! Ah! Ah! I can barely... feel... ahhh!"

Hot tension snapped in my core. He grinned and slammed into me harder. The wall shook with the force of his thrusts. My legs tightened, my pussy clamping down, my inner walls spasming as I held on and welcomed every deep thrust like the cock-hungry slut I was.

"That's a good girl," Bruce murmured. "Yeah, that's my good little baby momma. Oh, yeah!"

In between gasps and moans, I mumbled, "I'm not... your good little... anything... dumbass... ahh..."

The happy moans falling out of my mouth said otherwise.

My brother just chuckled, too focused on hammering me into the wall to bother reminding me that I just came on his cock. The tense heat began to coil again. Another few minutes of this and I might cum again.

I couldn't get enough. My back hurt. I was going to have a bruise. My brother was going to cum in my pussy. That last thought sent a spark to my core. Fuck it.

"Fuck! Please! Yes, more! Nngh!" I wasn't coherent. My brain had fled the scene, taking logic, concerns, and fear with it. I was still angry but mostly because I didn't have much leverage and couldn't get this hard cock in me deeper. Any squirming I did was to find pressure for my clit and friction for my pussy. Any kicking was to urge him to thrust faster.

Bruce licked my tits as my pussy convulsed again. I gasped mindlessly while he cheerfully said, "Can't wait for these to get nice and big. Mm-mm!" He sucked and bit my nipple like he was trying to milk them already. Oh, fuck, I'd forgotten about how my tits would grow. They'd probably be all sensitive and leaky. One more thing to hate my brother for.

"Fucking... perv," I breathed. "Ahh... oh my god... I can't... just cum already... nngh!"

"Oh, you want me to cum in your tight little pussy?" He asked the question innocently, but the heat in his eyes and his heavy breathing was unmistakable. He was close.

Moaning, I shook my head. "No! Yes! I don't know! Fuck!"

"Tell me to cum in your pussy. I want to hear you say it, Jenny." The arrogant smirk on his face said he'd hold out as long as it took. Longer than me, that was for sure. With the images of my swollen belly and fat tits, I lasted about two more minutes.

Gritting my teeth as he pounded my oversensitive cunt, I yelled, "Fine! Cum in my pussy, you perv! Cum in me! Cum in your sister's pussy! Oh! Oh, fuuuck!'

With a gloating laugh, Bruce slammed his cock deep inside me, his thick shaft jerking. "That's right, Jen. You're mine! Oh! I'm cumming in your sweet little cunt! Oh, fuck yes!"

The spine-tingling sensation of warmth pooling somewhere far in the recesses of my body had me breathless, melting my muscles and my mind. My brother's shaft pulsated against my tender inner walls as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I hooked my ankles together and pulled him in deeper. Fuck everything. I was already pregnant and he wouldn't let me go without a creampie, so I might as well enjoy myself, damn it.

Thick fluid oozed out of me as he thrust slower, his cum probably soaking my panties. I'd thrown away my sheets from last time. These panties would have to go too. Ugh.

"My back hurts," I whined. "Your wall is probably dented now. I hope you're happy, asshole."

"Ecstatic," he panted, kissing my nipple. Smirking up at me, he added, "Anytime I need to blow off steam or you're a bitch, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Great stress relief, don't you agree?"

I groaned as he pulled out, a rush of liquid drenching my panties. Yep, straight into the trash. "Stop... that." I waved at his face.

"Huh?"

Blinking sleepily into his eyes, I said, "Talking. Being you. Existing."

The idiot chuckled. "You're so cute when you've been fucked silly. I like it." Hefting me over his shoulder, he smacked my ass and carried me to his bedroom. I flailed half-heartedly. Fucked silly was accurate. I had no energy for a fight; I was seconds away from falling asleep.

When my brother dumped me on his bed, I mumbled an irritated noise while grabbing the sheets and curling up. He was having none of that, of course. Efficiently flipping me onto my stomach, he stripped off my clothes and stretched out of my limp legs. If he left me alone for half a minute, I'd be unconscious and he could do whatever he wanted. But no, he liked messing with me while I was awake. Burrowing my head into the pillow, I sighed and prepared for an ass fuck or whatever he was after this time.

He straddled my legs. My back twinged. Torture, that's what this was, straight up--

"Ohhh..." I moaned as his warm fingers kneaded my back. Bastard was massaging me. How dare he.

Yeah, that was pretty weak even in my head. I didn't complain at all out loud. He was good at this, too. Within seconds, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Why bother? Not like it mattered. My brother had me exactly where he wanted me: pregnant, in his house, on his bed, full of his cum.



 
 *****


I woke up sore. My pussy ached, though it was a nice ache. My back twinged, though not as much as I expected.

Every morning was like this ever since I barged into my brother's house and threw my little tantrum. I moved in with him. Ok, yeah, he forced me to move in -- either that or he'd live in my home. I didn't know which was worse, but burning down his house sounded better than mine. Obviously, it would have to be burnt to ashes someday, after we were done being crazy.

He. He was the crazy one. I didn't have a choice.

The first day, he'd tied me up again and greeted me bright and early with, "This will be your room. I'll help you move in."

I was bound hand and foot, my legs bent practically behind my head, leaving my holes easily accessible. All I could do was rock back and forth, thrashing and screaming as I toppled over, "You and what army?!"

He tugged me onto my back by the ropes. "Well, these will do just fine, I think."

Psychotic fucking moron.

He couldn't resist playing with my tits, sucking on them as I struggled to get away, slapping my ass while I yelled that he was the worst brother in the history of siblinghood. That made him angry.

He threw me onto my back and yanked off his pants, slamming his cock into me before I could catch my breath.

"Fuck!" I yelped. "That hurts, you bastard! Ah! Ahh, ohh, nngh!"

It didn't hurt for long. He fucked too fast and hard, but my body went straight from pain to euphoria, shooting right past merely pleasant. My pussy squeezed so tight.

Gasping, I refused to orgasm when he'd barely started. Then he'd be even more insufferable.

"You will stay with me because I'm telling you to!" he snarled as he pounded my squelching hole. "I'm the father of your baby! You're not going anywhere!"

His panting was angry. He grabbed a handful of tit and dug his fingers in, using it like a handle as he rocked back and forth. That was going to bruise later. The pain hardly registered.

I could feel my face going red at the effort to ignore how good he felt. My fingers clawed the air as I shouted right back, "The baby you forced into me, you dumbass! You can't-- ahh... You can't baby trap me like this! I'm my own person, I have my own life, I... ohh... I'm not... I won't let you... nngh... fuck!"

I really didn't have any control -- not over my body's reactions to my brother, certainly. My pussy didn't care who he was. His thick cock driving in and out was much more important than any silly considerations like how horrified our parents would be. The harder he pounded me, the less I cared about... about... huh?

"Ah! Ah! Fuck that hurts so good!" I wailed. "Ahhh! Bruuuce!"

Burning tension raced up my chest, exploding into my veins like fireworks. My brother's cock was the best damn cock in the fucking world.

Hell if I'd ever tell him that.

Without missing a beat, his angry glare switched to a manic little grin. "That's right, Jenny. Yes, that's a good girl," he cooed. "I know you want it. I love the way you cum for me. Oh, yes, fuck, you're beautiful."

I was too blissed out of my mind to worry about impropriety, depravity, and... other big words. Chasing the hot, delicious sensations between my legs was all I could focus on. Whimpers escaped me as I bucked my hips.

He panted and mumbled, "I know, I know there are problems. We'll figure it out. You're going on a long vacation. A sabbatical! We'll spin a story for your friends. But, Jenny, when you have a baby, it... will... be... mine!"

He really was going to keep me here. I moaned as his cock swelled, feeling harder and thicker inside me. He was never letting me go. Wet heat poured into the back of my hungry pussy. I'd be pregnant and on my back all the time if he had his way. My thighs tensed, straining to wrap around him, my inner walls clamping down on his pulsing shaft.

Fuck, I'd never get tired of his cum inside me.

I was so screwed.

Bruce half-collapsed on me, smiling like a smug asshole at my moaning lips.

Seriously, if he wasn't my brother...

I scrunched up my face. "You're disgusting. Revolting. You make me sick!"

He looked a little apologetic. "Sorry 'bout that. You'll feel better soon!"

"No, not literally, you--! Ahh!" I screamed again, twisting aside as he planted a kiss on my forehead.

The delusional fucker rolled me into my side and laid down, curling around behind me like we were spooning after making love. I shuddered as his half-hard cock pressed between my butt cheeks. Maybe if I didn't move, he wouldn't fuck my ass.

His arms circled my body, wrapping around my waist and gripping my tits. His thighs lifted higher, brushing the back of my thighs. His warm breath fell on my neck, shivering down my spine.

This was bad. He actually felt comfy. A large part of me wanted to cuddle into him like I was enjoying this messed-up snugglefest with my crazy brother.

Softly, his lips inches away from my neck, he murmured so quietly, "You're mine, and I love you."

My breath caught. He hadn't said that in his casual, amused older brother sort of way. A small sigh followed his words when I was too stunned to respond.

I was glad he couldn't see my face as I retreated to my usual stubborn anger, hissing, "The fuck is wrong with your... everything?!"

He chuckled. Shrugging casually, he said, "My cock works just fine."

Relieved he was back to normal, I rolled my eyes. "Argh! Yes! That's what I mean! You think with your dick! Do you even have a brain?!"

He licked the back of my neck. "You're so cute. We're going to make the cutest baby, all thanks to you."

Ooh, his tongue was fantastic. Focus, woman.

I shoved down my anger just for a minute. "Bruce, listen to me. You have to let me go. This has been fun, I'll admit, ok, but--"

"Aww, see, I knew you loved me, too."

My head just about exploded. Don't scream. Screaming isn't helping.

"Bruce, please, seriously. I can't-- we can't have a baby. You have to let me--"

"No."

"Bruce--"

"Shh," he breathed over the wet spot on my neck, his cock growing hard again as I squirmed helplessly. A whimpering moan crawled up my throat. He couldn't really be hard again already?!

His arms unwound from my chest, and he nudged me onto my face. I turned my head to the side as he held the back of my neck.

"No--" I groaned as the tip of his cock pressed against my ass.

"Shh, shh, shh." His hand squeezed.

"Stop--!" I cried out.

His cock popped in. I screamed, my ass clenching.

"Ah! Fuuuck!"

He drove steadily deeper into my body like he was fucking the mere thought of leaving him out of my head. I had no choice but to take everything he gave. Before long, he was plowing my ass, bouncing us on the bed as we both panted and groaned.

It hurt. My ass burned and twinged. But it also felt sooo good. Sometimes, I just wanted a guy to shove his dick in me and fuck me as hard as he could -- that was basically my brother all the time. I'd never wanted my ass destroyed, but I never wanted anything to do with Bruce's cock either, so...

New experiences were great. Broaden the horizons. Explore new territory. Get your ass pounded.

Fuck, I was as nuts as he was.

There was something horribly good about losing all control. I could scream all I wanted. I could struggle and fight, and he'd never stop. My brother never stopped thrusting in my holes until I came all over his cock -- every damn time.

It took a special kind of crazy to enjoy that, and I absolutely fucking loved it.

"Fuck!" I yelled. "Fucking goddamn-- Your cock must be tiny! Ah! So small it can't-- oomph! Hurt me! Oh! Fuck! Ahh!"

"I'm glad I'm not hurting you, baby J. I'd never want to hurt you," said his mouth while his cock rammed harder and harder into my backside.

"Ooh! Bruce! Fucking... mmm... I can't... I need... ooh!"

His fingers found my clit. "Is this what my baby needs? Yeah. Yeah, that's good, isn't it? Fuck, your ass is tight. Oh..."

I bit down on the sheets and screamed as he stuffed two fingers into my sopping cunt. In and out, sliding my juices all over my clit, pumping back and forth through my tense back tunnel. My jackass of a brother knew how to fuck. It was the only thing he... ooooh...

"Ah! Ahh! I'm cumming! Damn it, Bruuuce!"

He chuckled as my inner muscles fluttered on his fingers and along his thick shaft, my body convulsing with the pleasure washing over me. Arrogant fucker. I twitched again as his cum shot into my bowels. Ohmygod the heat was delicious. Like he came right up my spine and numbed my brain.

"Ugh, glugh, umph..." Drooling into the sheets, I gasped and moaned, clutching his cock as hard as I could. If he was going to cum in me, I wanted every amazing drop, I'd wring it from his goddamn balls...

"That's my sexy baby J," he panted, finally letting go of my neck. Blood rushed to my head and I just about fainted.

He pulled out. My ass twitched, trying to hold him in. Creamy fluids dripped. There was a tug at my back, and the ropes loosened. My limbs relaxed in a disordered heap of things that were once muscles and bones. Like, my knees were still bent and my ass just kinda fell down.

So humiliating. I was going to kick my brother's ass as soon as I recovered a few brain cells. Anytime now...

Anyway, that was about a month ago.

I hadn't given up or anything like that. I ranted and yelled at him like always. If he didn't like my angry shouting, he shouldn't have thought with his perverted dick.

After I exhausted myself screaming at him, he usually did something psychotically sweet like tie me down and brush my hair. I felt like a freaking doll as I sat there and sulked.

Today, he ran a hot bath for me. I'd spent most of the day complaining about my sore tits. The bath was fucking amazing. I moaned in embarrassing pleasure as the heat cushioned all my sore bits. Even the little smirk on his face couldn't pop the steamy aura of joy surrounding me.

I waved him off lazily. "Champagne. Go."

Chuckling, he nonetheless left the bathroom. Good enough. Whether or not he returned with the bubbly, at least I was rid of him. Warmth beckoned me into a relaxing stupor.

My brother quietly entered the room and offered me a fizzy, lightly-colored glass. My eyes lit up. This was nice. I took a sip.

"What... is this cider?!" I swallowed and grimaced. Never mind that my taste buds liked the sugar right now. Actually, I was starving.

Glaring over the rim at his stupid, amused face, I sulked, "I'm hungry. And don't try to feed me your cock."

He whipped out a slice of cake from nowhere. My mouth watered.

Handing it over, he said, "Happy Mother's Day! You can thank me later."

I grabbed the cake. "I'm not a mother yet," I grumbled around a mouthful of cake.

"Sure you are." His hand dipped beneath the water and rubbed my belly fondly. "My perfect little baby momma."

I made a face.

Bruce fucked me every day, cumming at least once in my pussy before playing with my other holes. He was obsessed with my pregnancy. I was basically fucked into submission.

Screaming hellcat version of submission, but that was the best he was going to get.

As much as I bitched, I never tried to run. I mean, part of the reason was because he tied me to the bed at night, but it was mostly my choice. The only person I might've told was my mother -- and she probably wouldn't believe me. At best, she'd refuse to acknowledge it like all the other shit Bruce did.

Besides, if I was going to be pregnant -- and he made that very clear -- I might as well be pampered. It was like a demented vacation. None of this was my fault. There was nothing wrong with me. I was just letting him wait on me hand and foot, taking advantage of his fantastic massages, including the ones involving his dick in my pussy. Plus he was a great cuddler. And a decent cook.

Hey, two could play the insane game. I'd figure this all out later. Right now, I was living in luxury, even if it was with my brother.