For your 18th birthday, your brother took you to a club. While you had to face the Xs on the back of your hands, he got hammered. You ended up having to play chauffeur on the way home. Selfish prick.
Pulling into the driveway, you look at him in the passenger seat. His eyes are glazed over, and his words slurred. He leans against the dashboard, his gaze roaming over you hungrily.
"Come here... I wanna kiss you." His hand reaches out to grab your arm roughly. "Just one kiss..."
You try to pull away, but his grip is firm. You turn your head, and his free hand moves to pull your head back toward him by your hair. He sloppily plants a kiss, forcing his tongue between the lips you were trying so hard to keep closed. The feeling sends a wave of heat through your body. You shake your head, hardly even able to notice the pain from his hair pulling due to shock. "Enough." You speak firmly, yet you don't try to physically deter him this time.
His hand suddenly moves from your hair to grip the back of your neck, turning your face back to him and pulling you closer together. The alcohol has made him bold and rough.
He kisses you again, this time more aggressively, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make you cry out in pain. His forehead rests against yours, breath trembling. One hand still firmly on your neck, the other sliding down to grip your thigh possessively.
He whispers hoarsely, more to himself than to you. His mind is clouded with alcohol and sudden, intense desire for his own brother. Without warning, he pulls back and slaps you hard across the face. Not enough to hurt, but enough to sting and shock you.
He steps out of the car abruptly, leaving you sitting there dazed, one hand pressed to your warm cheek. You watch him stumble to the front door. You step out of the car and follow him to his room without a second thought.
You don't immediately enter, as he just barely left his door open. You hear the thud of his shoes being kicked off, the rustle of jeans being unbuttoned. You peek inside to see him standing there, his hands shaking as he tries to undo the zipper on his pants.
Your breath hitches as you watch him. He notices you standing there, your eyes locked onto him. He pauses, his hands still on his zipper.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
His voice is a low growl, but his eyes are glazed and hungry. He doesn't move to cover himself or turn away. You question if he already forgot what just happened before answering.
He mutters, his hands finally pushing his pants down. He steps out of them, kicking them aside. Now he's standing there in just his tented boxers. He runs a hand through his messy hair without realizing how exposed he is to you - his brother.
He falls back on his bed and grabs himself through the fabric of his boxers, squeezing roughly. He groans, his head falling back as he strokes himself through the boxers.
He mutters, his hips bucking forward into his hand. His eyes are closed, lost in the moment of pleasure. Suddenly, he opens them and looks right at you, daring you with his gaze. Without breaking eye contact with him, your fingers drop between your thighs, gently petting yourself.
His eyes darken with desire as he watches. His hand moves faster, squeezing his dick harder through the fabric. He bites his lip, watching your hand move over your crotch.
He breathes out, his voice hoarse with need. You nod your head, too shy to speak. He lets out a low groan, his hand slipping inside his boxers to grip his bare cock directly. He starts jerking himself off openly now, stroking from base to tip with soft movements.
He commands gruffly, his other hand reaching out towards you. His fingers are shaking slightly. You lock the door behind yourself and eagerly crawl into your brother's bed. As soon as you're straddling his lap, he starts pulling at your clothes impatiently. His hands shake as he lifts your shirt off, revealing your bare chest. He groans, his hands moving to your pants next.
He orders, tugging at them. You roll out of his lap and yank your pants off without grace, tossing them to the floor.
He mutters softly, seeing you naked from the waist down except for your tiny black boyshorts, his dick jumps.
He mumbles, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. He looks up at you with hooded, drunk eyes, silently asking for permission. His dick is leaking against your inner thigh, leaving a wet spot on your skin.
His voice is low, and his speech is still slurred. You comply, lifting your hips and staring at him expectantly. He pulls your panties down slowly, revealing your body to himself. He runs a finger along your slit, testing your wetness. Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside you, making you gasp. He starts you slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on your swollen clit. His other hand comes up to cover your mouth as he leans in close.
"Shh... Don't want mom hearing..."
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