Kyle can be a mean fuck. Pressing you face down into the pillows to muffle your wails as he pounds into you. You can't crawl away from the punishing thrusts when he lays his body weight on you, teeth sinking into your neck.
"Mm, fuck, let me hear you." He grunts as he loops an arm around your neck, pulling your head out of the pillow. Your moans are cut off when he flexes his arm, choking you enough to make your head spin. "Yeah, that's it... Just like that, baby."
He gives you a reprieve, chuckling when you desperate gasp for air. You claw uselessly at his arm, glassy eyes staring up at him as you try to plead your case.
"Shhhh, you don't have to thank me." He chuckles as he tightens around your throat again. "This is what big brothers are for.."
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╰┈➤ cw: big bro x lil sis, perv big bro, very perverted, pervert big bro... perv. 🙄
Having big bro that's a big pervert AND shameless about it were the very walking red flag you have to live with. You were never safe around him.
Yes, he peek on other women panties, check out the curve of their tits, the round of their ass, but nothing beats the everything that his lil sis got.
So he's taking chances everytime he got. Grabbing your ass through your shorts, accidentally brushing his fingers or elbow against your tits to feel the soft of it, feeling yourself as he squeeze over the soft pudge of your stomach, saying things like "getting fatter everyday arent you?" with a smirk, very likely love some fat on you so he could imagine using it as 'love handle'. And he would use it for it's purpose.
Skirts are prohibited around him, especially short one. cause he would likely kneel over to catch a glimpse of your panties, phone and camera app ready to catch some shot, if you even turn around just for a second, his phone would already teleport between your legs to capture that panty shot to jerk off later.
You've catch him jerk off, many times, like he's doing it on purpose. in his room, by his pc setup, beating his meat to taboo porn, "dinner's don- oh for fuck sake-" you're not even surprised at this point, but you still kept your eyes away from the sight of him stroking his cock, a grin forming over his face, very happy with your appearance "hey. Could you give me a hand?" and you catch the nearest thing you could grab and throw it over him. "Pervert." slamming the door as you stomp out your heel.
Wanna guess his favorite thing to do with you? Yes. Rough housing or play fighting. Because it's a full physical course where he have his hands or preferably his whole body pressed on you. Your legs kicking and thrasing around, trying to break free from his hold. But he got you pinned down the floor, laying down by stomach, arms pinned to the back as you look over your shoulder, breathless and flush from the 'game'.
And there's him, looking down at you like a predator holding his own very prey, manic grin stretched on his face, breaths came out in excited bursts as he keep you vulnerable under him, then he's dropping his whole weight down your back.
"Come on, try to break free. I thought you were better than this?" he taunt, chuckling deep and rough into your ear. Then he start to grind his hips, bricked up cock humping against your ass through your shorts as he huff out a breath. "Yeah... Aint this's nice? Dont you think?" and he grunt into your ear as he pressed harder into the softness of your ass, just seconds away to pull himself out and tug your shorts down so he could really hump his cock in 'proper' way.
Gotta struggle faster to make your escape or he'll bust right away. Oh he's surely gonna bust.
a/n: big bro you're so gross ugh 🤢🤮 and yes, i would accept the fate just like that 😋 who wouldn't anyway??? 😫 certainly not me 😛
You meet your brothers on a thick hot summer day. The air conditioner can only do so much when the sun is at the highest point in the sky, so John shuts it off. He leaves the windows in the house open for the breeze blowing through, getting a fan into every room.
You lounge on your favorite chair on back upper deck in your denim shorts and thin tank top that John picked out for you that morning. That's when you see them, waltzing through the backyard with tight t-shirts, sunglasses, and shorts of their own. Your eyes dart down to their thick bludges pressing through the material, gulping thickly.
Kyle looks up at you on the second floor outside, eyes twinkling when he sees you. "Hey, little sis!" He calls up to you, smugness already laced in his tone. "Come say hi to your big brothers." You instinctively press your thighs together at his stern voice before you stand up.
You head downstairs into the kitchen where Nikolai was already letting the two boys inside. "Hey boys! Long time no see." Nik grunts happily, pulling both boys into a tight hug. "How have you been?"
"Good. Following Simon's orders enough to stay out of trouble." Johnny chuckles, sending the retired captain of the team a wink. "Always have to keep him a little busy."
John shakes his head with a fond smile, spotting you walking into the kitchen. God, you were a sight. Skin glistening with a slight sheen of sweat, eyes curiously sparkling as you look between Johnny and Kyle. "Come on, sweetheart. Come say hi." Johnny greets you first, grabbing you around the waist to pull you into a hug.
You grunt a little at the strength he used, chest pressed to his sweaty chest. "I've heard so much about you, pretty thing!" Johnny chuckles, gripping your jaw gently. He studies your face, smiling down at you when you start to squirm. "Oh, am I too close?"
"It's too hot for me to be all pressed against your chest." You huff, relieved when Johnny let's you go.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Bonnie... I'm just too hot for you?" Kyle elbows his side playfully, shoving him aside so he could pull you into a quicker hug.
"Stop trying to cook them alive." Kyle scolds as pulls away, holding you still by the shoulders. "Glad you're letting us stay for a week, Dad. I've been waiting for some more family time." You flush at his words, ducking your eyes from his.
"I'm sure. Let's go get your suitcases out of the car." John chuckles, herding the two men back into the thick summer heat. Nikolai gives you a new cool ring, taking the melted one from around your neck.
"Are you excited? A week with your brothers, I heard they have so much planned." He hums as he wraps the cool ring around your neck. You shudder at the contact of the ice pack. That's the only reason, you're sure. Nik pats your cheek softly to get your attention, tilting his head slightly.
"Yes, Papa. I'm excited." He hums in approval, squishing your cheeks together softly.
The air conditioner rattles air through the vents as the sun begins to set, blessing the house with a stream of cool air. Price set it just a bit higher than usual. He loves the way your nipples poke through your tank top, goosebumps popping up over your arms and legs while you sit at the dinner table.
"You finally on break, right? Pass all your finals?" Johnny presses curiously as he starts steadily cleaning his plate.
"Yeah! I'm glad I had enough help. Sometimes, even Uncle Simon would help tutor me." You explain, trying to ignore Kyle's hand steadily creeping up your thigh. "My culinary teacher said I was doing really well. I didn't need much help passing that section. We're working on knife skills, bon bons, and stock making in the next year."
You jump hard enough to hit your knee on the table when Kyle's cold fingers sneak past the waistband of your shorts. No one even bats an eye, only smirking to themselves when you duck your head and shove your fork into your mouth.
"Tell them about the cake decorating course from last semester. You had so much fun with that one." Nik insists, proud of your hard work and desperate to watch you fall apart on Kyle's fingers.
You flash him a look of betrayal, biting back a moan when Kyle's fingers quickly find your clit and begin to circle. "It was a lot of fun! We got to take home a lot of cake -" You clutch your fork tight, trying to keep some kind of composure at the dinner table. With the way Kyle's fingers moved, you wouldn't last longer than a few minutes. Johnny wraps an arm around the back of your chair, taking a bite of chicken off your plate.
"Well, don't leave us hanging, sis. What was the best cake you made?" He presses as he slings a hand over your waist to keep you still. John smiles and winks at you across the table, chuckling when your words slowly begin to turn to moans. He loves having his sons visit.
