I woke up sore. My pussy ached, though it was a nice ache. My back twinged, though not as much as I expected.
Every morning was like this ever since I barged into my brother's house and threw my little tantrum. I moved in with him. Ok, yeah, he forced me to move in -- either that or he'd live in my home. I didn't know which was worse, but burning down his house sounded better than mine. Obviously, it would have to be burnt to ashes someday, after we were done being crazy.
He
. He was the crazy one. I didn't have a choice.
The first day, he'd tied me up again and greeted me bright and early with, "This will be your room. I'll help you move in."
I was bound hand and foot, my legs bent practically behind my head, leaving my holes easily accessible. All I could do was rock back and forth, thrashing and screaming as I toppled over, "You and what army?!"
He tugged me onto my back by the ropes. "Well, these will do just fine, I think."
Psychotic fucking moron.
He couldn't resist playing with my tits, sucking on them as I struggled to get away, slapping my ass while I yelled that he was the worst brother in the history of siblinghood. That made him angry.
He threw me onto my back and yanked off his pants, slamming his cock into me before I could catch my breath.
"Fuck!" I yelped. "That hurts, you bastard! Ah! Ahh, ohh, nngh!"
It didn't hurt for long. He fucked too fast and hard, but my body went straight from pain to euphoria, shooting right past merely pleasant. My pussy squeezed so tight.
Gasping, I
refused
to orgasm when he'd barely started. Then he'd be even more insufferable.
"You will stay with me because I'm telling you to!" he snarled as he pounded my squelching hole. "I'm the father of your baby! You're not going anywhere!"
His panting was angry. He grabbed a handful of tit and dug his fingers in, using it like a handle as he rocked back and forth. That was going to bruise later. The pain hardly registered.
I could feel my face going red at the effort to ignore how good he felt. My fingers clawed the air as I shouted right back, "The baby you forced into me, you dumbass! You can't-- ahh... You can't baby trap me like this! I'm my own person, I have my own life, I... ohh... I'm not... I won't let you... nngh... fuck!"
I really didn't have any control -- not over my body's reactions to my brother, certainly. My pussy didn't care who he was. His thick cock driving in and out was much more important than any silly considerations like how horrified our parents would be. The harder he pounded me, the less I cared about... about... huh?
"Ah! Ah! Fuck that hurts so good!" I wailed. "Ahhh! Bruuuce!"
Burning tension raced up my chest, exploding into my veins like fireworks. My brother's cock was the best damn cock in the fucking world.
Hell if I'd ever tell him that.
Without missing a beat, his angry glare switched to a manic little grin. "That's right, Jenny. Yes, that's a good girl," he cooed. "I know you want it. I love the way you cum for me. Oh, yes, fuck, you're beautiful."
I was too blissed out of my mind to worry about impropriety, depravity, and... other big words. Chasing the hot, delicious sensations between my legs was all I could focus on. Whimpers escaped me as I bucked my hips.
He panted and mumbled, "I know, I know there are problems. We'll figure it out. You're going on a long vacation. A sabbatical! We'll spin a story for your friends. But, Jenny, when you have a baby, it... will... be... mine!"
He really was going to keep me here. I moaned as his cock swelled, feeling harder and thicker inside me. He was never letting me go. Wet heat poured into the back of my hungry pussy. I'd be pregnant and on my back all the time if he had his way. My thighs tensed, straining to wrap around him, my inner walls clamping down on his pulsing shaft.
Fuck, I'd never get tired of his cum inside me.
I was so screwed.
Bruce half-collapsed on me, smiling like a smug asshole at my moaning lips.
Seriously, if he wasn't my brother...
I scrunched up my face. "You're disgusting. Revolting. You make me sick!"
He looked a little apologetic. "Sorry 'bout that. You'll feel better soon!"
"No, not literally, you--! Ahh!" I screamed again, twisting aside as he planted a kiss on my forehead.
The delusional fucker rolled me into my side and laid down, curling around behind me like we were spooning after making love. I shuddered as his half-hard cock pressed between my butt cheeks. Maybe if I didn't move, he wouldn't fuck my ass.
His arms circled my body, wrapping around my waist and gripping my tits. His thighs lifted higher, brushing the back of my thighs. His warm breath fell on my neck, shivering down my spine.
This was bad. He actually felt comfy. A large part of me wanted to cuddle into him like I was enjoying this messed-up snugglefest with my crazy brother.
Softly, his lips inches away from my neck, he murmured so quietly, "You're mine, and I love you."
My breath caught. He hadn't said that in his casual, amused older brother sort of way. A small sigh followed his words when I was too stunned to respond.
I was glad he couldn't see my face as I retreated to my usual stubborn anger, hissing, "The fuck is wrong with your... everything?!"
He chuckled. Shrugging casually, he said, "My cock works just fine."
Relieved he was back to normal, I rolled my eyes. "Argh! Yes! That's what I mean! You think with your dick! Do you even have a brain?!"
He licked the back of my neck. "You're so cute. We're going to make the cutest baby, all thanks to you."
Ooh, his tongue was fantastic. Focus, woman.
I shoved down my anger just for a minute. "Bruce, listen to me. You have to let me go. This has been fun, I'll admit, ok, but--"
"Aww, see, I knew you loved me, too."
My head just about exploded.
