“I mean… I worry about it, of course, but in actuality I don’t think I am.”

“And why do you say that?”

“Well, I’m not that pretty, for starters. Not to say that attractiveness defines who is and isn’t raped, but it probably plays a part in some cases. I also just don’t leave the house much. I’m careful when I do though, just to be safe. You know, stay in crowded places and lock my car as soon as I get in it, that kind of stuff. Sure, sometimes I wear outfits others might consider ‘scandalous,’ but it’s not like what I wear in the comfort of my own home.”

You keep staring at me, unmoving, as you wait for me to continue.

“Plus, they say most victims know their rapist, but I don’t know that many people anyway. So that decreases the chance of me getting raped even more.”

You’re still staring at me, listening intently. It’s starting to get a bit unnerving, so I keep rambling.

“If anyone tried, I’d fight them and scream, make it not worth the risk. Obviously I’d aim for their dick first, but I’d also go for their eyes. I’m definitely not worth it if I’ve bitten their dick off or jammed my thumbs into their fucking eye sockets, you know?”

I uncross my legs and throw them over the side of the bed, letting them hang as I look up at you.

“So, no, I don’t think I’m rapebait. You don’t have to worry about anyone raping your little sister…”

I trail off, noticing how you’re smiling now. Not like you’re content with my answer, but like you know something I don’t.

“…What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You just chuckle to yourself, stepping inside my room as you close the door behind you.

“Just funny, that’s all,” you say as you walk towards me, setting your drink down on my bedside table.

“What about any of that could possibly be funny?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at you.

“The fact you think any of that means you’re safe,” you reply. You stand in front of me, right between my legs before I can even think to close them. You lean down, uncomfortably close as you place your hands down on the bed, effectively caging me in.

“But don’t worry kid, your big brother is here to tell you every fucking reason why you’re wrong. First of all,” you start, before suddenly slapping me across the face, then gripping my chin to look at you. “I’ve warned you before that I’m gonna slap some self-esteem into you, and I’m gonna do it until you remember that you’re fucking gorgeous. Got that, darlin’?”

I’m too stunned to speak, my face that of shock and disbelief. I want to argue, but with my cheek still stinging from the slap, I simply offer you an upset and defeated nod.

“Good girl,” you say with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Now, second of all…” you continue, pausing for a moment to obviously glance down my pajama top before meeting my eyes again. “You don’t leave the house much, and you don’t know many people, that much is true. So, who does that leave, sweetheart? Who has the perfect opportunity to rape you?”

I don’t respond, my thoughts coming to a halt. I just stare at you, waiting for you to crack, to back off, but you don’t. I start to feel uncomfortable, my pajamas suddenly too revealing, my room too small yet the door too far.

“…I mean… Y-You wouldn’t-“

Your smile breaks out into a predatory grin, and it feels like everything I thought I knew is crashing down on me.

“Oh, baby,” you purr condescendingly, leaning in even more, forcing me to realize that I physically can’t back away from you anymore. “I am.”

Primal fear floods my veins and I instinctively raise my leg to kick you in the dick, but you easily pin my thigh down before I can even make contact. I try to scramble away, but you grab me by my wrists.

“And lastly,” you laugh, closing in on me until your clothed cock presses against my core. “I gotta thank you for telling me your plan, lil sis. I mean, I didn’t even ask you, you offered that up all by yourself. Almost as if you wanted your big brother to know just how to disarm you.”

“Go to hell!” I screech, thrashing in your hold. “Let go of me you sick fuck!”

“Watch your fucking mouth, young lady,” you warn, wrestling me off the bed and onto my knees. You hold my hands over the bulge in your pants, forcing me to feel how hard you already are.

“Take out your big brother’s cock, sugar. See just what you do to me.”

You release my wrists, but before I can think to try to run, you cup my chin to force me to look at you.

“You’re gonna take my cock out, and you’re gonna show me your appreciation for what I’m about to do to you,” you growl, tightening your grip on my chin before releasing me. “And no. Teeth. You bite me, and I’m gonna make you bleed from somewhere you’re not gonna enjoy.”

I stare up at you, wide-eyed and pleading, but you don’t budge. There’s no guilt in your eyes, nothing that indicates that I can sway you not to do this to me. I try to take comfort in that maybe if I just make you cum in my mouth, I can get away after.

With hesitant and trembling hands, I fumble with your pants until I slowly pull your cock out. It’s warm and hard under my touch, and, shit, it’s thicker than I thought it would be.

I take a moment, just staring at your cock, uncertainty evident on my face. I don’t dare look back up at you, knowing full well at this point that you’re not going to change your mind. I don’t want to do this.

You grab the back of my head, pulling my face towards your cock as your patience starts to wear thin.

I open my mouth to gasp, but you take the opportunity to shove your cock inside. Vibrations travel through your cock as I let out a muffled yelp and you start to fuck my face with a groan. My hands scramble to find purchase on your thighs as I brace myself. I shut my eyes with a choked whimper, my lips stretched painfully around your cock as I try to avoid accidentally getting you with my teeth.

You grab a fistful of my hair and yank, tilting my head up as my eyes shoot open from the pain.

“No no, you’re gonna fucking look at me,” you chuckle, but your tone leaves no room for argument.

It’s so much worse like this. I can’t pretend it’s not you, I can’t escape the fact that it’s my big brother’s cock in my mouth. Every time I close my eyes you roughly tug on my hair again, and I’m forced to face that it’s you over and over.

You can feel my stretched bottom lip trembling around your cock as I choke up, before you see tears start rolling down my cheeks.

“Aww, little girl, what’s wrong? Don’t you feel how hard you’re making your big brother’s cock? Aren’t you proud of yourself?” You ask, your voice laced with faux concern.

I try to shake my head, but you suddenly shove my head closer to you, your cock breaching my throat. I gag and thrash, trying to pull away from you, yet your grip remaining unmoving. Just as my vision starts to go blurry you pull my mouth off your cock by my hair, a string of spit still connecting my lips to you.

I’m still sputtering and coughing when you throw me back onto the bed like a doll, too disorientated to stop you from yanking my pajama shorts down my legs. They hang disregarded off one of my ankles as you settle yourself between my thighs once more.

You look down at my panty-clad pussy, pleased as you take in the cute lace I obviously never intended for you to see. I yelp in horror once you take my panties and shove them to the side, revealing my bare cunt. I try to buck you off, to cover myself, but you easily pin me in place.

“Oh, sugar, what a pretty little cunt you have,” you purr, tracing your fingers over my soft skin before sinking them into my folds. You can feel a warm, inviting wetness greet you as my cunt twitches against your touch, and you laugh. “Aww, did you get wet from sucking your big brother’s cock? What a little fucking pervert.”

“Stop it! Big brother stop! Please! I don’t want this!” I plead, panic racing through me.

“Can’t, kid. Not with how desperately your perfect little pussy is just begging me to rape you.”

“It’s not! I’m not! I’m telling you I don’t want this! Listen to me!!”

“Keep begging, baby, it’ll just get me harder,” you say, lining your cock up with my cunt.

“No no no!! Stop! Please! You’re my big brother! You can’t-!”

My pleas are interrupted by a combination of a scream and a moan as you bully your cock into my tight cunt with a single thrust. My words fall apart into an incoherent whine as the shock spreads through my body.

But for you, all you can focus on is the plush, wet walls of my pussy enveloping your thick cock as you sink into me with a groan. My cunt stretches tightly around you, feebly trying to clench down even as I try to push you out. It feels welcoming, despite my despair and anger.

“Y-You piece of shit! You son of a bitch! Take it out!!” I lash out at you once I regain control of my voice.

You grab some of my hair and yank my head back again in warning, cutting off my next insult with a whimper.

“I told you to watch your fucking mouth, young lady. I raised you better than that,” you growl. You slide your other hand over my stomach and up my pajama top, shoving it over my tits. “Fuck, I’ve been eyeing these cute tits for forever, little girl,” you add hungrily, rolling a nipple between your fingers before pinching it hard.

I keen, the pain from both the pinch and the realization that you’ve been having such perverted thoughts about me for a while now. It feels like my world is falling apart right before my eyes. All those moments with you that should’ve been innocent feel tainted now. When did it start? How long have you been hunting me, waiting for the right moment to strike? It hurts to think about.

My spiraling thoughts are interrupted by you sucking on my nipple, a surprised cry escaping me before I can stop it. My cunt undeniably tightens around your cock as you bite down, but I shakily manage to hold back a whine as you release my nipple with a pop.

“Just give in, darlin’. It’ll feel so much better for you once you do.”

“E-Eat shit.”

You slap my tit, hard. I yelp at the impact, failing to hold back my whine this time as you soothe the sting with your tongue, before you lavish my nipple and suck it back into your mouth.

You start to grind into my cunt, relishing the feeling as you push impossibly deeper. You stare up at my face as you release my nipple with a wet pop once again.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for me, baby? Don’t you want to please your big brother?”

“No..!”

You punish me with a sharp thrust into my pussy, setting an unforgiving pace as I cry out with every thrust. You watch my tits bounce and my eyes overflow with tears as you prevent me from fully catching my breath. The lack of oxygen makes my mind break even more.

You keep going for a while, before granting me mercy by returning to a slow grind.

“Tell you what, kid. If you really don’t want this, I’ll give you a chance to prove it,” you tell me, taking my hands in yours and holding them on either side of your face, my thumbs placed near your eyes. “You said you’d go for the eyes, right baby? Then do it. If you want me to stop, jam your thumbs into my fucking eyes. Cmon. Do it. I dare you.”

I just stare up at you, my brain going blank. Everything is so confusing now. I don’t want this, or am I just not supposed to want this? I can’t tell anymore. Either way, I don’t think I like what you’re doing, but I also don’t want to hurt you to such an extent. You’re my big brother, I love you. That’s all I know right now.

I don’t move my hands, they just continue to hold your face even after you let them go. My bottom lip wobbles, and fresh tears well up in my eyes before rolling down my reddened cheeks.

“Aww, what’s wrong, little girl? Do you not want to hurt your big brother?” You ask while casually groping my tit, as if you read my mind.

I shake my head childishly.

“No? Then that must mean you like what I’m doing to you, right?”

I shake my head again.

“Oh, sweetheart. You shouldn’t lie to your big brother. It hurts my feelings.”

“But I don’t wanna hurt you! A-And I don’t like this!” I choke out between hics and sobs, removing my hands from your face to try to wipe away my tears.

“Baby, you’re thinking too much. Just listen to your big brother. It’s one or the other, okay?” You coo, sliding your other hand down to rub my clit. “Either you want to hurt me to make me stop, or you like what your big brother is doing to you.”

“I-I… I don’t wanna hurt you…”

“Then you like this. See, angel? It’s so much easier to listen to your big brother, isn’t it?” You say with a smile, rubbing my clit harder.

“I… Y-Yeah…” I agree, no longer aware of my brain shutting down.

“That’s my good girl,” you purr, increasing the pace and intensity of your thrusts, your fingers on my clit never stopping.

I let out some soft moans, my body feeling a little more relaxed and… honest? I can’t think straight anymore, all I know is that I don’t want to hurt you, and you’re making me feel good.

You seem to be feeling good too, with how you’re groaning and cursing as you steadily pound into me. I can feel your cock pulsing inside my pussy at times, and the sensation just adds to something greater building inside me.

“B-Big brother, I feel weird…” I whine between moans.

“Yeah, baby? Good weird?”

“Um… Y-Yeah.”

“Oh, sugar. You gonna cum on your big brother’s cock while I’m raping you?” You ask with mock sweetness, rubbing my clit faster.

“I… I don’t…” I trail off, no longer fully understanding what you’re saying as my hips start to buck into your touch.

“Shh, just listen to your big brother, sweetheart. Remember? You’re gonna cum for me. You’re gonna cum hard on my cock. Your pretty little sister cunt is gonna cum so hard and milk your big brother’s fucking cock.”

The pressure in my body builds, getting ready to snap. It feels dangerously familiar, but I’m not in the right headspace to place it.

“Big brother, wait! Stop! Stop! I-I have to pee!!” I moan frantically.

“Fall apart on my cock, kid.”

As if on cue, I cum hard with a long, broken moan. My head falls back in ecstasy, my tongue threatening to fall out of my mouth. My hips shudder underneath yours as my legs instinctively fall further open. I don’t squirt, but you feel a rush of wetness fucking soak your cock.

You pick up the pace, thrusting into my wet cunt with reckless abandon. I can only whine and moan, overstimulated, as you pound into me.

“Fuck. How precious, you fucked up little thing. You always cum that hard for your big brother? Or just when I’m raping you?”

I can’t manage to get out any words, but you don’t let me try to answer anyway, as you crash your lips down onto mine. Your tongue easily finds my own and you kiss me with messy desperation. I whimper into your mouth with every thrust as your climax nears.

You let out a long groan when it finally hits you, your cock throbbing hard as you pump your cum deep inside my cunt. I moan at the feeling, my pussy milking you for every drop. It feels so good I just have to clench around you with every pulse, extending the effect of your aftershocks. As you catch your breath, you grip my chin to look at you, the both of us panting as we lock eyes.

“Where are your fucking manners, little girl? Thank your big brother for raping you, for giving you what you fucking needed.”