"Open your mouth, sis. Don’t make me say it again." His voice was low, almost a growl, and his grip on my wrist tightened. I could feel the heat of his breath against my cheek, and the sharp edge of his words cut through the silence of the bathroom. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. How did it come to this? I thought, my stomach twisting into knots.
I tried to pull away, but he yanked me closer, his other hand sliding up my thigh. "You think you have a choice? After everything I’ve seen? After everything I know?" His lips curled into a smirk, and I knew he was referring to the pictures—the ones he’d found on my phone. The ones I thought were private. The ones that could ruin me if they got out.
My little brother had always been quiet, reserved. He’d always been the one to keep to himself, the one who stayed out of trouble. But ever since he’d stumbled across those photos, everything had changed. He wasn’t the little brother I knew anymore. He was something else—something darker, more dangerous.
"Please, bro," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You don’t have to do this."
He laughed, a cold, humorless sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, I think I do. You’ve been walking around this house, this school, acting like you’re so perfect. But I know the truth, sis." His fingers brushed against the hem of my skirt, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "And now, it’s my turn to have a little fun."
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of him standing there, holding me in place. But it was no use. I could feel his gaze on me, feel the weight of his presence pressing down on me. And I knew, deep down, that I was powerless to stop him.
"Open your mouth," he repeated, his voice softer now, almost gentle. But there was no mistaking the threat behind his words.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. What if I say no? What if I fight back? But before I could even think of a plan, his hand was on my chin, forcing my mouth open. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of him pressing against me. And then, before I could react, he was pushing himself into my mouth.
The taste of him was overwhelming, and I gagged, trying to pull away. But he held me there, his fingers tangling in my hair as he forced himself deeper. My eyes watered, and I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. But he didn’t care. He just kept pushing, kept taking what he wanted.
"That’s it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Take it all, sis. You’re so good at this."
I wanted to scream, to push him away and run as far as I could. But I couldn’t. I was trapped, trapped by his words, by his threats, by the sickening knowledge that he had me exactly where he wanted me.
"Good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Now, show me your tits."
My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up slowly. I could feel his eyes on me, feel the way he was watching every move I made. And I hated it. I hated the way he made me feel, the way he knew he had complete control over me.
But even as I hated him, even as I wanted to scream and cry and fight, I couldn’t deny the heat that was building inside me. The way his words sent a shiver down my spine. The way his touch made my body react, no matter how much I tried to fight it.
"Good," he said, his voice soft, almost tender. "Now, bend over."
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But then, slowly, I did as he said, bending over the edge of the sink. I could feel his hands on my hips, feel the way he was grinding against me, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.
"That’s it," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You’re mine now, sis. All mine."
And as he pushed himself inside me, as he filled me up and claimed me in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating, I knew he was right. I was his now. His little slut. His personal plaything. And there was nothing I could do to stop him.
The next day, he cornered me again, this time in the locker room at school. He pushed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my body, his lips brushing against my ear. "You liked it, didn’t you?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "You liked the way I made you feel."
I shook my head, trying to deny it, but he just laughed, his fingers sliding between my legs. "Don’t lie to me, sis. I can feel how wet you are. You want this just as much as I do."
And as he slid his fingers inside me, as he made me cum right there in the locker room, I knew he was right. I did want it. I wanted him. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
That weekend, he took me to a party with his friends. And as they all took turns with me, as they used me and claimed me in ways I never thought possible, I knew I was no longer just lil bro's slut. I was theirs. And there was no going back.
