pathetic virgin big brother basement!gee who has a crush on bitchy little sister reader gets drunk and takes his frustration out on her…. Pleaseee……Is this mic on….
you were laying on gerard’s bed, chewing bubblegum you’d bullied him into buying you at the store earlier, watching him drink on his bed. you were watching some shitty horror movie together, one you’d picked after relentlessly pestering him. “gee,” you poked at him with your socked feet, annoying and knowing it. he took a large sip of his drink, looking at you, “yeah, sis?”
you eyed up the bottle he’d been practically chugging. it was half empty, but you wanted it, “gimme the bottle.” gerard raised an eyebrow, “you’re not old enough to drink.” not that he cared much, but if you were drunk and you got clingy or– god forbid –you got sick.. he wouldn't be able to resist. you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms, “you’ve been drinking since you were like, way younger than me. give it to me.” you poked him again.
gerard huffed, shaking his head, “no, i already told you no.” you rolled your eyes brattily, “you’re so annoying. stop acting like a jerk and give it to me.” you knew he was weak to your guilting. “i’m not being a jerk, honey, you’re too young.” gee defended himself, holding the bottle close. he was drunk, but he still didn't wanna get in trouble with your mom. “you’re being lame, gee. you’re already a stinky virgin, don't be a loser too. why would i hang out with you if you’re acting this lame?”
you could tell gerard was getting frustrated, which usually led to you getting what you wanted. you continued, “it’s not like a girl is gonna come over and drink with you. why don't you take the next best thing? you’re not gonna get this close to a girl again, so maybe just keep me near, and let me have some!”
you yelped as gerard forced you to kiss him, sloppy and tasting like the gross liquor he’d bought, not letting you squirm away from him. you tried to push, but your big brother was stronger, bigger than you, and kept you under him, not caring when you whined and tried to bite at his lips. he pulled away for a moment, only to breathe, “you’re such a bitch,” he groaned out, before going back in, muffling the defenses you were about to give.
you finally disconnected your lips, “gee, stop it! you creepy pervert, stop!” you pushed, and pushed, but gerard pushed you onto your back, pinning you underneath him. he stole the bubblegum right out of your mouth, pulling it out with his tongue before spitting it into the bottle. he tasted gross, like he hadn't brushed his teeth in a while, and slightly like cigarettes. he reached down, tugging off your shirt before groping at your tits, biting back a moan at you you tried to squirm away from him.
“don't ever talk to me like that again, bratty sister. you’re terrible to me, and i’m so nice to you.” gerard said, pulling his lips away from yours and reaching down, flipping up your skirt, your legs pinned down beneath his weight. “i buy you all you ask for, i-i let you watch my movies, i let you c-cuddle me when you have nightmares, and you’re sooo mean to me.” he moaned, pulling your panties to the side. you wiggled, trying to close your legs, “gee, i’m sorry, okay? just– just stop it! please!” you sounded more exasperated than apologetic.
gerard shook his head, “y-you need to be taught a lesson. i could be a meaner big brother, but i’m not!” he shoved a finger inside of your cunt, watching as you screamed, “i could be a pervert, but i’m not! but-but you make it so hard for me,” he whined, “when you dress like a slut and you’re mean to me!” he scissored his fingers harshly, ignoring how you cried and whined, sobbing harshly at the intrusion.
gerard pulled out his fingers, and for a moment, you thought it was over. but, then he unbuttoned his unwashed pin-up girl pyjama pants, running a hand over his greasy black hair. you panicked; “gee, nononono, please!” you tried to squirm and wriggle away, but his weight held you, “‘m sorryyy,” gee whined, “b-but i need it. you were right, this is the best i’ll get.” and he shoved his cock inside of you.
you screamed, arms reaching up and bunching up the back of gerard’s t-shirt as he began to hump your insides, no rhythm to his movements. after all, he was a virgin. he moaned, whimpering and whining as he rutted inside of you, hands groping your tits when they weren't holding down your arms and keeping you from pushing him off.
gerard suddenly pulled out, whining loudly as he humped into his hand one last time, and came onto your flipped up skirt, cum spurting all the way up to your tits. he huffed, watching you sob and whine in pain. he grabbed your tit one last rough time, “this is the best it’s gonna get. you’re right, little sis.”
