mean older step bro who finds out about his little bro's secret tumblr account and uses it to blackmail little bro into letting his big bro fuck his brains out
he hadn't even meant to find it - he just stumbled across it while jacking off. it was a photo of you - it didn't have your face, but he knew it was you - kneeling in front of a mirror, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a baggy gray, unzipped jacket, showing off your pretty boytits.
his hand pumping his cock started to slow; the background was familiar. he recognized it as your bedroom. not only that, but the jacket you're wearing was his. you'd borrowed it one day and never gave it back, and he didn't bother asking for it back, knowing you'd pout and complain and be an absolute pain in his ass.
he sat up slightly, resting his back against the headboard. "no way..." he whispered, eyes glued to his screen. he clicked on your profile and scrolled through; unsurprisingly, he found more photos of you, half naked and utterly lewd.
"no fuckin' way," he breathed out, hand starting to pump his cock faster as he looked at each and every individual photo. he began to pant, biting his bottom lip to keep from groaning at a rather erotic video - one of you bouncing on your dildo in front of your full length mirror, face blurred out, moaning shamelessly.
he nearly came just from that before he stopped himself, a wicked idea popping into his head. a devious grin pulled at the corners of his lips. he pulled his sweats and boxers up and got out of bed, treading out of his bedroom and down the hall. he stood in front of your bedroom door, phone in hand, before grabbing the doorknob and twisting it, your bedroom door swinging open.
he found you laying half-naked on your bed. you shouted, sitting up and grabbing a blanket to cover yourself. you threw a pillow at him, "what the fuck, you ever knock?!"
he was nowhere near phased; he stepped up, unlocked his phone, and tossed it face-front onto your bed, your lewd post front and center. your face flushed red and he heard you curse under your breath.
"what- what is this?" you tried feigning innocence, but he’s never cared for your games. "you know what it is." he spoke lowly; you swallowed thickly, shaking your head hesitantly. "no, i-" he 'tsk'd at you, stepping closer. you scooted away; he grabbed his phone and stared at the photo, inhaling a deep breath before looking back at you, a dark glint in his eye. "yes. you do." he leaned down, planting a hand beside you. "and so will charolette and my dad if you don't do as i say."
you swallowed thickly, mouth running dry. a smirk pulled at his lips. “nod if you understand.” you nodded hesitantly. he hummed lowly, dick twitching in his sweatpants. “good.”
he grabbed the blanket covering you, pulling it away and tossing it aside, ogling your half-naked body. bringing a hand up, he squeezed your inner thigh before forcing your legs apart, revealing your bare boycunt to his hungry gaze. he groaned, teeth clenched, as he brought his other hand to your crotch, spreading your slick folds apart.
“y’already so soaked, it’s pathetic,” he chastised, prodding at your hole with two fingers. “but, you’ve always been a pathetic little boy, haven’t you.”
you whined, tears in your eyes as you watched on helplessly. your tears only spurred him on, pushing the two digits into your tight boycunt. your thighs started to shake, and you instinctively tried to close your legs. he grumbled, gripping one thigh and forcing them back apart.
“don’t even try it, bitch,” he spat, fingers sinking deeper into your boycunt. “or mommy and daddy will find out how much of a filthy slut you really are.”
you whimpered, trying your best to keep still. he sniggered, going back to ogling your boycunt. he’s knuckles deep inside, your tight hole stretching around his thick digits.
slowly, he pulled them halfway out, then sunk them back in, repeating the motion. you writhed against his palm, gripping the bedsheets so tight that your knuckles went white. he leered at you, cock twitching at your pitiful state.
“what a pathetic little boy you are,” he groaned, fingers speeding up. then, he inserted a third digit, making you yelp like a dumb dog. he grit his teeth, finger fucking your poor boycunt so fast his palm slapped audibly against your clit. “so fuckin’ pathetic.”
your boycunt tightened up around his thick fingers, as if it was trying to suck them in deeper. you were going to cum.
but he wasn’t going to let you. not yet.
he pulled them out, dragging a long whine from you. he smirked, then forced his fingers down your throat.
you did as he told you. he grunted, cock throbbing in his sweats as he watched you suck his fingers clean. his free hand went to the hem of his sweats, pulling them down. his cock flung out, bobbing. it was big, his tip red and dripping precum.
you could smell his musk from where you’re perched; it made you drool. then, you remembered that it came from your step brother, and you didn’t know how to feel anymore.
he grabbed your hips and dragged you onto your back, forcing your legs up to your chest. the tip of his dick grazed your clit, and you gasped. he sneered at you, grabbing his shaft and lining it up with your hole.
he prodded at your boycunt with his tip, eyes locked on your face, wanting to see each and every expression. you whimpered, face hot and full of embarrassment, your bottom lip quivering.
“bubba, please…” you pleaded. “don’t- don’t do this, i’m- aah!” you yelped, biting down harshly on your bottom lip as he pushed his dick inside your hole with not a single warning. he grunted, sucking in air through his teeth.
“i said shut it,” he growled, staring daggers at you. “or do you want me to tell mommy and daddy your little secret?”
you whimpered, shaking your head. “n-no…”
he rumbled deep in his chest, pushing more of his dick inside of you. “then shut the fuck up, and let me have my fun.” he gripped your thighs. “got it, bitch?”
all you could muster up was a pitiful nod; it made his dick twitch. “good.” with that, he slammed the rest of his thick cock into your poor little boycunt, groaning loudly at just how nice and tight you are. “oooh, fuck,” he pulled out halfway, then pushed back in. his head fell backward, mouth agape. “never knew your cunny felt this good, i’d have fucked you sooner.”
you whined, your boycunt clamping down his cock, edging him on. he gripped your hips, thrusting in and out of you slowly, savoring the feel of your boycunt wrapped around his dick.
“mmf, bubba,” you murmured, whimpering like a pitiful little puppy. your head was growing fuzzy; something about his dick flipped a switch, and all you could think about is how you wanted more. your legs locked around his waist, pulling him in. “m-more. want more.”
he groaned, nails digging into the soft flesh of your hips. he grit his teeth, thrusting faster, making the bed shake. “yeah? you want more?” he glared down at you, cock throbbing at your lewd expression. he started pounding away at your poor boycunt, drawing squeaks and moans out of you. “you filthy little whore, takin’ your big bro’s dick. have i fucked you stupid?”
you whined, gazing up at him with big, puppy-dog eyes, pretty and wet with tears. he groaned once more, moving his hands to your wrists and pinning them down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. something about you going from pleading for him to stop, to begging him to keep fucking you, was driving him insane. he was blackmailing you for sex, and now you’re begging for it.
growling animalistically, he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, breaking the skin. you yelped, boycunt clamping down around his cock. “b-bubby!”
he gripped your wrists, snapping his hips faster, balls slapping against your ass as he sucked a hickey into your shoulder. you writhed underneath him, jaw slack as you did nothing but let him use your pathetic little body for his own pleasure.
“god, you filthy little dog,” he groaned, nails digging into your wrists, dick twitching. “you were just waiting for me to fuck you, weren’t you? jus’ waiting for your big bro to find out about your dirty little secret, all so he’d fuck you senseless.” he let go of your wrists, only to wrap his hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip, keeping you in place as he pounded away at your pretty boycunt. “you know just how to rile me up.”
your legs tightened around his waist, moan after moan spilling out from between your lips. he peeled his face from your shoulder, looking down at you, moaning loudly at your pathetic expression. his thrusts became sloppy, wild, almost animalistic, his hand tightening around your throat.
“fuck, i’m gonna—” he tossed his head back, ramming his cock deeper. “ooooh, i’m gonna cum.”
you whined, boycunt clamping down on his throbbing cock. it only made him fuck you harder. “ohhh, you’re practically begging for me to cum inside. that want you want, huh? want your big bro to dump his load inside your abused little hole?”
he shifted above you, ramming into you at a new angle. you gasped for breath, hands grasping the wrist attached to the hand around your throat. he squeezed harder, your boypussy squeezing his dick in return.
he can’t hold himself together anymore.
pushing past your cervix into your waiting womb, he buried his cock to the hilt, pumping load after load of hot cum inside of you. your eyes go wide and roll to the back of your skull, mouth agape, body going lax, as every last ounce of his cum is poured inside.
he groaned, shaking as he fell on top of you, cock still buried deep inside. his cum seeped out around his dick, dripping onto the bedsheets. your legs are still wrapped loosely around his waist, shaking involuntarily. he released your throat, allowing you to breathe, but he doesn’t make any move to pull out.
he’s not done with you yet.
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