What about... an older brother that rapes me every night untill I'm absolutely obsessed with his dick. I start waiting every night in queasy anticipation for him to slip into my room and under my covers and find me with my panties already down. Things are super perfect for a while: he gets to vent out all of his sexual frustrations while I get reminded that I am my big brothers most special and perfect sister.... And then he gets a girlfriend!!!!!! I'm so heartbroken and betrayed I almost throw a fit when he tells us the first time. I spend all night crying in my room waiting for him to come make it better... But he never does, then I'm left with nothing but the occasional sounds of them fucking in the next room. I hate him so much for leaving me I just want him to drop dead- until I start thinking, well, he never listening when I said no or he was too big or I didn't want to. Why should I care what he thinks? That's what's on my mind when I go into his room. He fell asleep sexting that whore so his dick is out and still kind of hard, it's super easy to slip on to his bed and start running my tongue up his dick. He doesnt even open his eyes, only tangles his hands in my hair and makes me keep going, just like before. Only this time it's my turn to line up his hard cock with my wet slit. This time, it's my turn to slowly sink it in, my eyes almost fluttering closed with the pure ecstasy of being filled by my brother again. This time I rape him awake, and I wonder if the look in his eyes when he sees his little sister riding his cock is recognition of the monster he's created. Doesn't matter, I know he missed me, because when I finally start to cum around him, I grip him so tight and milk him until he can't take it; he starts to moan and grab me, but he doesn't push me off. He pulls me down by the hips until he's the deepest he's even been in his sister, filling the empty hole he left with the first creampie of many to come.
