It’s so much fun teasing James. Ever since we were little, it’s been the perfect pass time. His stupid face, the dumb angry noises, the fact that he’d get redder than a pepper if I was annoying enough, it was just magnificent. And it was always the best back then because my mom would convince his dad that he’s just acting out because I was the favorite. Psychology is a wonder. But while I don’t have that mind fuck for him anymore, it’s still really funny to piss him off. Plus, his friends kinda fill that void because in their minds, I’m just his cute little sister that just wants to hang out with her big brother. Granted, they’re just saying that because they wanna fuck me, but still. I’ll take what I can get.
Like now. He’s throwing a fit because I “accidentally” put his favorite white hoodie in the dryer too long. But it’s not my fault. The dryer said it’d be done in an hour. And I lost count after thirty minutes and started over. How was I supposed to know?
“What’s wrong with you?!” he exclaims, “This is my only hoodie!”
“Well, maybe get some money so you can get another one, ya baby,” I retort, “Or maybe you should get a real job and realize it takes some people more than shaking their asses in front of a camera to get money like some brainless whore!”
“Jealous much? Don’t be mad at me because I’ve got a gift to share with the world and all you have is…that. Ugh. Not everyone can be lucky enough to be perfect.”
“You know what? Go fuck yourself. I’m not doing this any more than I need to. I don’t wanna see your stupid face right now. I’m going to Todd’s.”
“Ooo. Todd? Can I come?”
“After you eat a cement wrapped elephant dick dipped in acid.”
I pull out my phone and say,
“You really want me to call mom and dad again? I doubt they’d be pleased to find out that you’re not making your little sister comfortable at your house.”
Ah, ol’ reliable, how I adore thee. He doesn’t say anything. Which means that I can go. After all, I didn’t hear a no.
“Thanks, James,” I say, giving him a big hug, “Give me a sec to go and change, k?”
I head upstairs to my room to pick out my outfit. Now, which outfit to go for? I mean, all of them are cute, but how cute do I wanna be today? Especially for good ol’ Todd. I’ve gotta make a good impression for my friends.
This? Nah. The skirt’s not really that attention grabbing. How about this? Oh, hardly. This tank top barely shows anything. Pink pantyhose? Maybe, maybe. Pink and green stripe shirt? Yes, please, and de piece de resistance, black skirt with pink dots. There we go. Now, which perfume?
“GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE ALREADY!!!” I hear James bellow,
“Don’t rush me!” I call back, “It takes work to look good! Maybe you should try some time!”
Now that that’s over, I can focus again. Jeez, so impatient. Ok, “Perfect”? Well, I am, but I need something breath taking. “Eternity”? Good choice, but I think Todd was the one that wasn’t too crazy about it. Hmm, “Idole”? Definitely for another day, but not now. Uh…Ooo, dare I say, “La Vie Est Belle”? Don’t mind if I do. I change my clothes and spray myself down.
Once I’m done, I take a seat at my vanity set to look at myself in the mirror. Ooo, look at you. So irresistible. So captivating. So adorable. Now we do face. Let’s do something light. Maybe some highlights here…a kiss of kabuki there…350 baking over here…a bit of creasing…and now we set…perfect. Muah. Pinnacle of beauty.
Last but not least, shoes. I’m thinking…pink high tops. And there we go. Now the world shall be blessed with the beauty queen. I grab my purse and head downstairs to see James sitting on the couch because of course he is, the dolt.
“Ok,” I start a little frustrated, “I’m ready. Let’s go.”
“Well, good for you,” he responds, “Unfortunately, Todd’s sick and it’s pretty ugly so that kinda put a dent in my plans.”
“Oh hell no! I did not do all of this to be stopped by the sniffles. We’re gonna do something.”
“Well, you can do something. I’ll stay here. Just do me a favor and die out there.”
“You can’t expect me to be out there alone! I’ll be the laughing stock! I’ll have to…drive myself. Ew. No. You’re taking me to a club and paying admission.”
“Yeah, ok. Sure, I’ll get right on that.”
Ok. I pull out my phone.
“Need I remind you that mommy and daddy told you to make me feel welcome here? So unless you want them to hear how heartbroken I am because of you, get your pathetic ass in that car so
I can get laid!”
He stands up and walk towards me saying,
“You know what? Fuck your comfort, fuck you, fuck your makeup, and fuck them. You wanna go get used like a sorority girl at an all guy’s frat party, go on ahead. But you’d better be prepared to live with them for the next few weeks. Because I’m done. You mean nothing to me. And you wonder why your dad put a bullet through his own skull.”
He didn’t just say that. How could he say that? You son of a bitch! I try to slap him but he catches my wrist. And before I can do anything else, he squeezes it and I cry out in pain. I try to pry his hand off of my wrist, but the more I try, the worse his grip. The feeling is so intense, it forces me onto my knees.
“You know what?” he says, “You wanna be treated like a whore? Fine. I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
Before I can even ask him what he means, he undoes his pants with his free hand and pulls them down along with his boxers. What the fuck? He can’t be serious. This has to be a sick joke. Even if it is, I’m gonna kill him for it. I attempt to stand, but a surge of pain is reintroduced to my wrist as he squeezes it again and I cry out in pain again.
“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” he starts, “You’re either gonna do whatever the fuck I say for the next few weeks and never even set foot in my direction ever again, or you can make me happy and get gang raped by a biker gang at the club you’re slutting for so much and die after literally being thrown out on your ass. The choice is yours.”
He’s crazy. What’s going on? He wouldn’t do that to me. He’s bluffing. That’s it. He’s gotta be bluffing. He doesn’t have the balls to do either of those.
“You wouldn’t,” I say, calling his bluff,
“Try me,” he answers back.
Oh my God, he’s not joking. He’s really gonna do this to me. What sick bastard would do this?
“You twisted fuck,” I say, “You’re really gonna do this to your own sister?”
“Oh, cut the shit,” he says back, “We’re only bound by fragile papers. So spare me that ‘Family’ bull and make your choice before I make it for you. And trust me, you don’t want me to decide. I’ll make CERTAIN the latter happens.”
He’s dead serious about this, isn’t he? I can’t believe he stooped this low. But I can’t to anything about it. He’s bigger and stronger than me and I doubt he’d be above hitting me if I hit first. I don’t have leverage on him anymore. And I don’t want the second option. So there’s only one thing I can do. I take my hand off of his grip, putting it in my lap and put my head down.
“Ok, you win,” I concede, “Let’s just get this over with.”
He releases my wrist and says,
“That’s what I thought. Now, look at me.”
I reluctantly comply. I put my head down so he wouldn’t see me crying. A single tear runs down my face and he looks…happy. Of course he does.
“Good girl,” he says, “Now, open your mouth.”
Once again, I reluctantly comply. But I can barely crack open my mouth before her shoves his dick inside of it. He then grabs onto my hair and starts relentlessly thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. This completely catches me off guard. I can’t breathe. I can feel my tears running down my face, ruining my makeup.
Why is this happening? This isn’t how this should happen. He’s supposed to be the one servicing me against his will. Not the other way around. How’d it get this out of hand? Did I really go too far? I can’t take this. Please just make this end already.
He thrusts his shaft all the way in my mouth, reaching the base and holding me there. God, it’s so big. I can barely let out breaths, let alone take some in. It’s too much. I hate this. Stop it. Please. I can’t breathe. I tap on his legs, trying to see if he has any mercy left to let me up for air. But as I expected, he’s enjoying the sight of my struggles.
After moments of holding me down, he pulls me off of him. When he does, I start coughing uncontrollably and try to catch my breath.
“So how was that?” he questions, kneeling down to me, “Was that everything you wanted? Huh? You like being a cock thirsty slut?”
“James!” I say, still trying to catch my breath, “Please stop!…Ok, you win, ok?!…You win!…I’m sorry!…Is that what you wanna hear?!…I’m sorry!…Now, please!…Please just stop this!…No more!”
He grabs my hair and pulls me up, causing me to cry out in agony. He then brings me to his face before saying,
“You really thought it’d be that simple? That that was all it was gonna take? Just a half assed apology? No. That’s not how this works, you dumb bitch. It’s gonna take a bit more than a pitiful ‘sorry’.”
He pulls me toward the couch, pushing me onto my back, forcing my legs open.
“Because that wasn’t enough for you.”
He then brings his hands to my pantyhose, gripping onto them and stretching them until they tear and lines himself up to my center. I’m scared. I thought I was just gonna blow him. I don’t wanna lose my virginity. Especially to him.
“James, wait!” I plead, “Stop! You don’t wanna do this. Please! Think about what you’re doing! I apologized, ok?! And surely everything I’ve done doesn’t warrant this, does it?! So please, don’t do this! Don’t do something you’ll regret down the line! Please! I’ll do anything else! I’ll choke on you until I pass out! I’ll let you beat the hell out of me! Anything! Just please don’t do this!”
He pauses for a moment. Did…did I change his mind? Is he gonna take me up on my offer? I mean, it’ll suck, but it’s worth it. But unfortunately, my false hope is just that: false. He gives me a sinister grin before thrusting his cock deep inside of me. The sudden action makes me cry. It hurts so much. And unfortunately, he doesn’t want me to have a single moment to adjust. He thrusts in and out of me with no remorse.
The only bit of solace I have is the fact that my saliva is used as lubrication to make this somewhat easier to handle. He then leans down to me, maintaining his thrusts and locking eye contact. I try pushing him back, but he grabs my wrists and pins them to the couch. I wanna go home. I hate this. I hate everything about this. I. Hate. You. I glare at him and his grin gets bigger. God, what a freak.
“You like that?” he groans out, “You like your step brother taking your virginity like this? I bet this is how you imagined it, isn’t it?”
“F-fuck you!” I respond through tears.
He starts thrusting into me harder, elevating the pain and causing me to cry even more,
“That wasn’t very nice,” he responds, “You’re gonna have to make it up to me by being a good girl and letting me flood you.”
What? No. NONONO! Before I can object, he wraps his hand around my throat, preventing me from saying anything. He then starts moving harder and faster, groaning louder and louder. Stop it! No! Fucking stop! Don’t do it! Please! Someone help me! Get him away from me! Somebody! Anybody! Please end this! Don’t let him do this to me!
He thrusts a few more times, letting out a final groan before pulling out of me, releasing my throat, and shooting his load on my clothes, spraying his cum on my skirt, shirt, and pantyhose. I’m frozen. I don’t know what I’m feeling more. Shock? Fear? Relief? I don’t know.
Now, it’s silent. Except for the sounds of both of us catching our breaths. I feel gross and used. I just wanna leave. I don’t wanna spend another second with this monster. I curl up and face away from him, letting my tears hit the cushion.
“Well,” I hear along with the sound of him standing up, “That was fun. But it wouldn’t be fun if I overworked you, would it? So since I’m such a nice guy, I’m gonna give you a few days. Sound fair?”
I don’t say anything.
“Yeah, that is quite generous of me. Anyway, I’ve had my fill. Do what you want. I’m off to bed.”
And with that, he heads upstairs to his room, leaving me to lightly sob. These next few weeks can’t get here sooner.
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