Amelia
I’ve been driving for hours, and I’m ready to fall into bed already.
I graduated from college a month ago, but I finished up my internship yesterday.
Now, I am going home. Back to a place I never really felt wanted.
Not since Dad got remarried, at least. His wife, Amanda, is the absolute sweetest, but her son? He fucking hates me.
Brian did agree to work with me, though.
Dad owns a retail chain of restaurants and bars, but they want to retire.
My return means both Brian and I can take over.
I don’t know how to feel about this, considering he’s loathed my very existence since they got married when I was fourteen.
He is four years older than I am, so we haven’t spent all that much time together.
I am pulling into the driveway, and a light flicks on when I open my door. I hope I didn’t wake Dad. I didn’t anticipate getting in so late, but I got stuck in traffic for hours earlier today.
I get my bags out and struggle to hold them all as I carefully walk to the door. As I go to open it, it pulls open. “You,” I deadpan when it’s Brian standing in the doorway.
“Hello to you too,” Brian says, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Well, can I come in?” I ask with an attitude.
“You’re grumpy when you’re sleepy,” he muses, stepping aside.
“Why are you here?” I ask as I walk in. “Where are Dad and Amanda?”
“I’d imagine they were at home. Did you not know they moved?” he asks.
“No. I can’t stay here. Why didn’t they tell me?!”
“Why, are you too good for my home, Mia?”
“Ah. No,” I frown. “Because I fucking doubt you want me here. Why would I live with someone who hates me?”
“You are welcome to sleep on the sidewalk,” he shrugs. “Or you can come upstairs and sleep in a bed.”
“Ugh. I’m so tired.”
“Mia.”
“What, Brian?” I sigh.
“Would you like help with your bags?” he asks with amusement in his voice.
“Yes…” I frown at him, but he just laughs and takes them from me. I trail behind him as we go upstairs. When we walk into the master bedroom, I’m confused when I see that it’s his room. “Why are we here?”
“Well, I expected the guest room to have a bed in it already, but it hasn’t been shipped yet,” he says. “So I’ll just have you sleep in my bed, and I’ll go crash on the couch.”
“Why would you… I can take the couch. I don’t need another reason for you to hate me,” I say. “Don’t worry about it. I have savings I can get…”
“Mia,” he sighs. “I don’t hate you.”
“You literally said ‘I hate you’ the last time you saw me.”
“That was years ago,” he laughs. “I’d like to think I’ve grown up a bit since I was in college. And you…”
“What about me?” I say with a deep frown, propping my hand on my hip.
“Well, you,” he says, his eyes dragging down my body. “You’ve certainly grown up, too.”
“I… Uh… Yeah,” I agree.
Brian is tall, tan, and muscular. He used to be this nerdy guy who was just skin and bone, but now…
let’s just say he is very familiar with the gym.
Not that I have stalked his social media or anything.
Nope. Not even his OnlyFans. Not me. I don’t think he’s hot at all.
I’ve never once touched myself thinking about his massive cock.
Won’t be any issue sleeping in his bed, wishing he were in it too.
“Just grab one of my shirts, and we can unpack your bags tomorrow,” he says. “You look exhausted.”
“I am.” I yawn.
“Goodnight, Mia,” he says with a smirk. He gently squeezes my shoulder as he passes by and leaves the room.
I am left standing here, so tired that I’m swaying and stunned. I try not to think about it too much and just get ready to sleep. I pull off my shirt, pants, and bra before I pick up a bag and set it on the bed. As I am searching for something to sleep in, the door opens.
“Whoa!” I gasp, crossing my arms over my chest. It doesn’t help to hide my tits, because there is more skin to cover than my arms can handle. Brian scans me for a moment before walking in and going to his closet. He maintains eye contact as he pulls a shirt out.
“What the fuck?!” I scold him.
“Don’t get sassy with me. I told you to just grab one of my shirts,” he says. “How was I supposed to know you’d already be undressed?”
“By knocking?” I snap. “Can I have a shirt then?”
“You know what, Mia?” Brian says, tossing the shirt onto the bed and walking toward me. I stumble as I step back, but end up with my back against the wall. “I don’t know if I like your attitude.”
“Well, you’ll have to get the fuck over it,” I snap.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, scanning my body. “And you think I can’t make you lose that bratty attitude?”
“Good luck,” I scoff.
“You are pushing me,” he says, gently stroking my cheek. I freeze with my eyes wide as he looks down at me. “What’s wrong, Mia? Did you expect me to ignore you? Be mean to you?”
“Will you fuck off so I can get dressed?!” I snap at him.
“Sass me one more time, Amelia,” he warns.
“Or what? Are you man enough to shut me up?” I say with a mocking laugh. I gasp when he suddenly grabs me by the throat and pulls me against his chest, but I yelp and press into him more when he smacks my ass hard three times. “What the fuck is…”
“Keep it up, and you won’t be able to talk while choking on my cock,” he growls.
“I think I could handle you and your micro dick,” I spit. He immediately shoves me down to my knees. Like the slut I am, I open my mouth and extend my tongue a bit as he pulls his cock free.
What he pulls out instead is like a fucking weapon. He grabs the sides of my face and pushes his cock to the back of my throat. I push back on his legs when I gag, but he is instantly frenzied as he starts violently fucking my throat.
“Choke on it, whore. You want to be a fucking brat, fucking choke,” he growls as he fucks my mouth.
I have my thighs pressed together, trying to ease the building pressure.
He doesn’t stop; he only quickens until I stop fighting him.
When I do, he pulls back and fists my hair to slap me across the face.
I gasp for air, but he shoves back into my mouth.
I have tears streaming down my face as he fucks my mouth before pulling back to slap me again. It surprises me when an orgasm suddenly explodes out of me, and I moan around his cock, unwillingly rocking my hips as my pussy pulsates.
Brian drags me up and shoves me back onto bed before pulling out restraints already attached to the headboard. When he climbs onto the bed, I kick him. “Stop it!” I scream at him.
“Fight me all you want, Mia, but your cunt doesn’t lie.”
He forces my thighs apart and shoves his fingers into my pussy, violently fucking me with his hand when he finds that I am soaked. I moan so loudly that my voice breaks as I arch off the bed, and he doesn’t stop until I am coming again, and in tears.
“Fuck, Brian!” I whine, relaxing into the bed.
“Tell me the truth, Mia,” he says as he gets up from the bed and walks over to my bags.
“What?” I snap.
“How long have you been watching my videos?” he asks, searching through my belongings.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I lie.
“Keep lying to me, and I’ll take a belt to that pretty ass,” he warns. “Ah. Here it is.”
He pulls out his massive replica cock, and my face turns bright red. “Brian,” I whisper.
“You know I see the shipping address and the name when you order, right?” he asks, going to his bedside table.
“I didn’t,” I whisper.
“Imagine how surprised I was when I saw that my innocent little stepsister had purchased my cock,” he says, pulling a bottle of lubricant out.
Brain climbs onto the bed to kneel between my thighs and starts dripping the lube onto my pussy.
“You know how many times I have pictured my cock buried in your cunt?”
“As many times as I have?” I say quietly, and he smiles wickedly at me as he takes the toy and slowly fills my pussy. “Ohh…. fuck.”
“You take me so well, Mia. How much can you take?”
“More,” I pant. “Oh dear God, I’m going to hell.”
“Oh no, baby. I’m going to send you to heaven,” he muses.
He pulls out and starts fucking me with his toy, making my hips buck as I scream out my pleasure.
I don’t even realize he has another toy until he is pressing my rose against my clit.
I am instantly thrown into an orgasm, but he simply pulls the replica out and shoves it into my ass, pulling a real pained scream out of me.
“Fuck! You fucking asshole! No. No. No. Oh my God!” I scream as he fucks my ass. The rose is on its highest setting, and I am already coming again. “Fuuuck, Brian!”
“Hold it, he growls, unhooking the restraints. I grab the rose as he grabs my thighs to push his cock deep in my pussy. He now has both of my holes filled, and I am stretched so much that it hurts.
“Fuck, that hurts,” I groan.
“Fuck, so tight,” he grunts, slamming against my cervix. “You’re mine now. All mine.”
“Yes, please, God. Yes,” I moan. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me!”
With his replica cock buried as deep in my ass as it can go, and the rose pressed against my clit, sucking the life out of me, he starts fucking my pussy harder and harder.
I am sobbing, and my whole body is violently shaking.
He folds me in half, pinning the rose in place, and fucks me deeper.
As he slams into me, it’s simultaneously making the toy fuck me, too, and arousal floods out of me.
“I can’t come again!” I whimper. “Fuck, Brian.”
“Again. Come on my cock,” he groans, moving his hips faster. “Come with me. Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
When another orgasm is forced out of me, my body tightens, and I scream through my pleasure.
I can feel his cock throb inside of me as he drains his come as deep as he can.
Instead of pulling out, he stays deep as the rose sucks my clit.
I am shaking so badly that I am nearly convulsing, sobbing as he makes me come again and again.
“Please stop. I can’t,” I sob.
“One more, baby,” he coaxes me, gently stroking my thighs.
“Fuuuuck!” I scream through my orgasm.
He finally stops and pulls out of me. I am gasping for air as he starts cleaning the bed and me. I move into a catatonic state by the time he lies in the bed with me and hugs me to his chest.
“Did you die?” he asks, and I groan. He chuckles and kisses my head.
“You tried to kill me,” I mutter.
“Won’t be the last time,” he says, lifting my chin. “Understand that you are mine now. I didn’t intend to go here so fast, but you are mine.”
“Do I get a choice?” I ask.
“Do you want one?”
“No,” I laugh.
“It’s settled then. I’m going to do that anytime I want, and you are going to be a good girl and fucking take it. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I thought you hated me, though.”
“I never hated you, Mia. I hated that it was new. I hated that my parents split up. I took all of that out on you, but I didn't hate you.”
“What about Dad and Amanda?” I ask.
“Your dad knows I have a thing for you,” he laughs. “He knew you followed my account because he is the one who does your taxes, so he has seen what you spend your money on. He just told me to treat you well, or he’d kill me.”
“So… I just… Are we dating now or something?” I ask.
“Too soon to jump to making you marry me?” he asks, and I laugh. “Call it whatever you want, but you are mine. And I don’t share.”
“Well, neither do I,” I say with a frown.
“Good, because I belong to you now,” he says, gently kissing me.
“All mine,” I say with a smile.
“Happy?” he asks.
“Very happy. Didn’t you know, hot girls fuck their brothers!”