little one

older brother that wants you so badly he drives out of town with you, pulling into a shitty gravel parking lot. he can barely wait to have you, kissing you as he haphazardly spreads an itchy blanket out in his truck bed.

you barely have time to react before he is unbuckling your pants, his knee firmly locked between your legs, brushing your aching dick. he doesn't bother taking anything off, no condom either, it's just pure unrestrained desire. he said he just wanted head, but it was starting to be clear he wanted a lot more. you feign disapproval, you have also been craving this.

Holding my legs open in front of a mirror and pointing out everything. Showing me my t-cock and my pussy. Shoving his fingers inside to show me where my G-spot is. "You're fingers are too little to reach it yet. You might just have to have me help you with this until you get a little bigger..."

Shows me what he likes and what feels good. Teaches me how to jerk off my own little t-dick by using his as an example. Makes me learn how to get him off before he lets me try on myself. "If you can't make someone else cum, its gonna be really hard to make yourself cum, bro."

A warm, heavy body draped over your back, settled between your legs. A thick, meaty cock settled deep inside you, twitching occasionally.

Panic overwhelms your poor sleepy brain, but before you can make a noise, a big hand clamps over your mouth. To your horror, you realize the cock inside you is soft, and the space between you two is sticky. “Shhh baby, daddy’s got you, it’s okay.”

The soreness in your lower back and cunt was starting to become obvious as he started to move, his cock hardening, growing inside you as he humped you.

“Stay quiet for daddy, I’m not nearly done with you yet.” Pulling out fully, he pushed his fat tip against your gaping hole, pushing back in slowly. Groaning the whole way. Giving you no time to adjust— why would he? You’ve already taken at least two of his loads. You can take another.

your older brother invited his best friend over, aiming to spend the night getting wasted in the basement. his friend makes a passive comment, something about you being a straight-edged loser. your brother chuckles. "nah, my little bro is cool. he'll do whatever i want. isn't that right?"

your brother is never that nice to you unless he wants something, and he's never asking, it's always a demand.

"c'mon, you can handle a little bit of magic, right?" his friend holds up a piece of chocolate, a cartoon mushroom with a concerning grimace is stamped on the top. you can handle it. you can handle anything he throws at you.

later, when the world is melting and you can't feel your own skin, you feel a big hand slip across your thigh. your brother is whispering something to you. something about how good you are, how well you're taking it, but he isn't talking about the drugs. he's talking about the way you're letting him slip a finger inside you.

"dude, no way! do you think he's gonna remember any of this? can i—?" you hear the friend say, before your brother shushes him. "he never remembers, isn't that right, buddy?"

older brother torturing his younger brother by never knotting him. the brat didn't want to get knocked up, so he won't knot him. just fucks him until he's a crying, whimpering mess and then pulls out. leaves his little bitch empty and wanting.

"please," he cries. "i'll be good. i need you so bad, big brother."