This weekend was different. Instead of asking him for your usual order, he offered to drink with you, free of charge. When you went into his room, you saw the bottle of whiskey resting on his desk. Whiskey? You've never tried it, but you were eager to try anything and everything.
"Here, baby" he hands you a glass of whiskey with ice in it. His words are slightly slurred as his droopy eyes look you up and down. Baby? He's never called you that. Sure, you had pet names for each other, but never something like that. That was too intimate.
You take a careful sip, but the powerful taste overwhelms you. Your eyes close tightly as your head shakes instinctively.
"You like drinking this? It's disgusting!" He smiles, nodding his head as an indicator to continue drinking. With his glossed over eyes on you, you can't do anything but comply.
You feel your body move on its own as you drift back and forth. Your brother puts on your favorite movie, so you force your eyes to stay open despite their threat to flutter close.
"Jesus, you keep moving. Just stay put so I don't have to worry about you. I thought you could drink more." He pulls you into his arms, his strong hands keeping you in place next to his chest. You grunt in response as you settle into his side.
His hands stroke up and down against your ribs as you settle into his comfortability. He's always made you feel safe, and right now your world was spinning, so you needed him to keep you grounded. His fingers crawl into your hair as he strokes your scalp, and you almost forgive him for feeding you that whiskey.
Your eyes close, your incoming sleep accompanied by the sounds of adjustment of his belt and jeans. He's probably getting ready for bed. As the weight of the bed changes, you groan. Right as you're about to open your mouth to complain, you feel something velvety on your lips. You open your eyes.
His fat cock is rested on your bottom lip. When you look at him, a deviant smirk encompasses his face.
"You thought this was going to be for free? Nah, baby, you're going to pay me right now with that pretty mouth. Come on, open up for your big brother." His cock prods your mouth open, and you're too drunk to refuse.
He pushes his cock into your small mouth, thrusting slowly as your mouth loosens up. Your mouth salivates, and it's almost instinctive that your lips pucker up around him. Your cheeks hollow as he continues thrusting your throat, but you find yourself moving your lips along his shaft desperately without his help.
"Yeah, baby, just like that. You love my cock that much, huh? Do you even know who you're sucking off?" He grips your cheeks and propels his cock faster into your throat. You choke and gag, your hands clawing at his thighs as your lose airway.
You feel a harsh sting at your cheek, and when you look up, you see his palm has struck you. "Fuck, slow down. You're gonna make me cum too fast."
Your eyes lock as your tongue grazes his tip teasingly. Your tongue swirls around until you hear him grunt and curse. Every lick, touch, and kiss is rewarded by words of praise. It motivates you to keep going, especially when you're choking on his length.
One of his hands rest encouragingly on the top of your head as you dip lower to fully sheathe his cock. Your gagging echoes through the room, but it seems like he really likes it, so you keep going.
"Yeah, fuck, babygirl. Your lips are perfect for my cock. I want to see you drown in it. You're going to swallow all of my cum. You'll be my little cock whore, won't you?" You hate his words, but they somehow make you want to keep going.
His thrusts quicken into your mouth until eventually his hot cum leaks into your throat. You have no choice to swallow it. When you look back up at him, you see his phone in your face.
"You did so good, baby sister. I'm so proud of you, taking my cock so well." Your eyes widen into the camera lens of his phone. He notices, then smirks.
"Oh, you didn't think this would be the last time this would happen, right? You'll do whatever I say, and if not? I'll send this video to whoever wants to see it. You'll be known as the community whore. We don't want that, do we? Keep being good for me, and I'll treat you right, baby." The flash ends on his phone camera and he kisses the top of your forehead.
Your stomach drops.
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tbh i wrote this drunk so i hope it makes sense. i also didn't proofread pls enjoy. might delete later bc it's kinda mid. byebye
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