Revenge Is Tight and Warm

This story is a work of fiction. The author does not condone incest, non-consent or rape in anyway.

Ryder and Zoey.

My family is pretty well off. Our father is an architect and owns a construction company, and met our mother when she became his personal assistant. It is not a secret that the man wants his son to one day take over the family business. My father and I have had a rocky relationship the past few years due to my sister and her behavior.

As children, Zoey and I were very close as we were born four years apart, we practically did everything together. When she fell down and hurt herself, I would be the one to help her up and give her a pink bandage. Thankfully, she was not the typical annoying sister that every brother despises, she was into stuff that me and my friends were into.

Zoey and I grew apart by the time she started mensuration. When her time had come, she became unbearable and her attitude was not worth it. She is beautiful, however, she is not one you want to mess with. It has been a month since Zoey's 18th birthday, and let's just say I am ready to move out.

I am in the living room, reclining on the long end of the couch watching sports as my sister Zoey lounging on the other end, scrolling on her phone. My mother walks in dressed to the nines, as she always does. She is about 5'7, but in heels she is 5'11 with brown hair. My sister and I definitely got our looks from our mother. "Wow, you look like you are going on a date with a prince. Does dad know about this man?" I say jokingly.

My mother smiles before replying with, "actually, Ryder, your father is a king, not a prince." She winks.

I roll my eyes playfully, "dad? *My* dad? A king? Yeah, right." My father is about 6'4 strong and lean. I got my height from both of my parents, as I am 6'5. I am sure my dad hates that I grew past him.

My dad walks down the stairs, annoyed with my remark, "Ryder, your jealousy is showing. Maybe one day you will learn how to be a king." Yep, this is a joke from a man who is shorter than me.

Zoey laughs at my dad's insult, "oh please, daddy. Ryder could never be like you." My father smiles, walks over to her and kisses her forehead.

My eyebrows furrowed at my sister's comment. Always kissing up to our father, just to get what she wants. I look back at our parents who are now standing in the middle of the living room.

My mother speaks up, "Zoey, please have the dishes done before we get home, and Ryder, sweetie, can you please be a doll and take the trash out."

My mother has always been kinder to me than my father. I think she knows how much I dislike the fact that he treats Zoey better than me.

I nod at her and stand at the request, "is this dinner something you guys are excited for? You both are dressed like you are meeting the president."

My father chuckles as if I said something stupid, "even better. I am looking to merge with this company, if it's the last thing I do." He places his hand on my mother's hip. "We will be out late tonight and may stay at a hotel if heavy drinks are involved, don't stay up." He points a finger at us both, jokingly.

I roll my eyes, walking towards my mother and kiss her head goodbye. I turn to the kitchen to open the trash bin. I hear my parents give their goodbyes to my sister and I hear the front door close. I walk out the house's side door and through the trash in the outside garbage and walk back into the house. I replace the trash with a new liner and go over to the sink to wash my hands. After drying my hands, I walk back into the living room to see that the tv has been change, but my sister is still scrolling on her phone.

I grab the remote from her thigh and change it back to the sports channel, she puts her phone down and speaks up, "dude, what the fuck?"

Without looking at her, I say, "shut up, go do the dishes."

I hear her huff, "ew, no. I'm 18 now, I don't have to listen to you."

I chuckle, still watching the tv, "yeah, but you act like a bratty child."

She doesn't disagree with me, instead she stands up and walks across the living room bragging, "whatever, I am going out tonight with Katie and Thomas." She flips her hair as if that is suppose to mean anything to me.

I will admit, watching my sister walk across the living room is not my finest moment, but hey, she's a woman. A beautiful woman at that. She stands at 5'4 with long brown hair, b cup breasts, an hourglass waist and a tight, full ass. Her shorts are hugging her bottom perfectly and her sports bra gives the perfect amount of cleavage. If she were to jump, I think my hardon my explode.

I ignore her as she walks to the basement door. The house is a three-story, six bedroom house. Four bedrooms on the top floor, living space and kitchen on the second, and a full furnished basement on the bottom floor with two rooms. Our rooms. The basement is like our own little apartment

After about 30 minutes of sports news, I walk over to the bar that is adjacent to the kitchen, pull out a glass and the most expensive whiskey we have. It is Thursday and the middle of summer, so I plan to revel in it. I grab my glass and make my way back to the couch. I pause walking, as I hear the basement door open and shut, I turn around as I take a sip of my drink seeing my sister in a tiny, tight black mini skirt, a red tube top and red heels. She stops to adjust her lipstick, while I take a moment to remember what she's wearing.

She peels her eyes away from her miniature mirror in her hand to say, "quit staring, you pervert."

I roll my eyes and return to the couch. Without looking at her, I reply, "you wish I was a pervert. That's why you dress like a skank."

She stomps right in my view of the tv. The light from the tv, shines a shadow between her thighs. I can see her mini skirt lifts so easily, looking at her cheeks between her legs as she hurls insults at me. "You're just mad that you can't get laid. Look at you, staying in, being lame at 21."

I smile at her insult. She needs to watch her mouth, as it can get her into trouble one day. "Is that what you think? Does being a slut come with knowing all about someone's sexual life?" I tease her.

She stomps and raises her voice, "I am not a slut." She flips her hair and adds, "I will have you know that I am still a virgin."

I stay quiet, unsure if I believe that by the way she dresses. Her outfits scream, *hey, I am open for business, who wants to fuck me*

I shrug my shoulders at her, no longer caring for this rant. "okay, are you going to leave now?" I see she has my dad's keys in her hand. "You know that's dad's favorite car right? Don't crash it."

She turned to the garage door and flipped me off. I got to see her ass cheeks poke through the bottom of her skirt as she tried to readjust it while walking. I hear the door open and close signaling she left.

I pour myself another glass of whiskey and find myself drowsy. I put the glass in the sink with the other dishes and go to lie down on the couch. I must have fallen asleep for a few hours, because I woke up to my phone blowing up. I lift the electronic to my ear with heavy eyes, not looking at the name, "hello?"

"RYDER!" the name yells at me through the phone.

I wince at the high-pitched squeal, realizing it's my sister. "What happened, Zoey?"

I hear crying on the other end of the phone, "I got into a car accident, Ryder."

I shoot up from the couch, grabbing my keys and walk out to the garage, "where are you, Zoey? Send me your location." I get a ding letting me know I just got her location. "I am on my way, stay put and stay on the phone."

Zoey is quietly sobbing on the phone, "okay."

It's quiet on the phone as I race to her location. I pull up to her, seeing she's sitting on the curb hugging herself from the wind chill. I park the car and run over to her, seeing sweat run down her forehead. I cup her face to check for any damage, smelling liquor on her breath, I cover her with my jacket. She puts her head in my chest and I coddle her as I quickly call the insurance and tow company.

I put her in the passenger seat of my car and turn on the heat to warm her up. After speaking to the tow guy I depart from him and get into the driver side of my car. She is quietly sobbing and curled up into the seat facing my side of the car. I place my hand on her thigh tracing my finger up and down to calm her. I start my way back home.

She finally speaks up through her tears, "dad is going to kill me."

I reassure her, "it's okay, we will deal with it when the time comes."

We make it to the garage, I park my car and walk over to the passenger side to pick up my sister, fireman style. I walk her into the house and down into the apartment-like basement, and into her room. She is half drunk as I set her down to walk to her bed. She holds on to me as she stumbles.

She quietly asks, "can you grab me a t-shirt that I can change into?"

I nod and go to her dresser to find the largest shirt I can find, "here." I turned to walk out as I hear her speak up again.

"Do you hate me, Ryder?"

I stop in my tracks, looking towards the door. I can't turn around as being so close to her in the past hour has tented my pants. "No, I could never hate you." I walk out and head for my room.

I lie in bed trying to ignore how hard I am. I think about how soft her thighs were, how close my hand was to her warmth. How sexy she was crying in my arms, looking for me to save her. Thinking about how I want to punish her for the way she dresses and disobeys me. Turning over, I get some rest.

I hear a deep roar from upstairs and a loud bang wakes me up, it's the next day. Shooting up out of bed I run upstairs hearing my father yelling. My sister and my mother are sitting at the dining room table. My father charges at me and my mother jumps to stand between us.

My mother's hands press against his chest, "Charles, let's talk about this."

My father looks at me with hate and anger, "I should kill you!"

Confusion fills my face, "why? What did I do?"

My mother points to the chair across from my sister, who won't look me in the eyes. I seat myself. My mom guides my father to sit next to my sister and my mother sits next to me.

My father takes a deep breath and calmly says, "you had my car towed? Why?"

I nodded, "it was totaled."

My dad slams his hands onto the table starling my sister, "I can't believe you crashed my car, Ryder."

I stare at my dad and then look to my sister who looks at me with a blank expression. Why isn't she telling him what happened?

"And what you makes you think I crashed the car?" I bark back.

My father continues, "half of my whiskey is gone, my car is ruined and you called the tow company without telling me."

I look to my sister, waiting for her to speak up. But she just sits there staring at me. It's infuriating that I am getting blamed for her fuck up. She starts to smile.

I huff out loud as I am so over the way I am treated. I have enough money saved up to move out on my own and I think I just might do that. Then I sarcastically laugh.

After my laughter, my father stands at his feet and I match his stance. He walks over to me and gets in my face. "How could I trust you with my company if I can't trust you with my car?"

I nod in disbelief and look over to my sister. Before I start walking to the basement door, I reply to my father, "no need to worry about your company, dad. You have your responsible daughter to take over." With that, I walk down to my room.

I take a few deep breaths, change into a black compression shirt and grey sweats. Grabbing my gym bag, I open it and lay it on my bed. My mother walks in and sees the bag and sits next to it. "Hey, Ryder."

I continue what I'm doing, not looking her way. "Yes, mother." I put clothes in my bag.

Her hand stops me from what I'm doing. "Your father and I are leaving for the weekend, I know you want to leave, but please give this time to breathe before you plan to move out."

I hold her hand sweetly, my mother knows how calm me down when my dad is being unreasonable. I think a part of her knows it isn't my fault, but won't speak up because she's afraid of my father. I nod to her and reply, "fine. But I need to go to the gym to blow off some steam." I pour a small cup of pre-workout into my water and start to shake it. I grab my gym bag and follow my mother out of my room to find my father and sister chatting about who-knows-what in the small living room of the basement, as I ignore them to walk up the basement stairs. I leave the house and head for the gym.

How could my sister do this to me? She truly is an evil bitch and I want revenge. It's hard to focus on my workout as I so badly want to bend her over and spank her until her ass is black and blue. I workout for two hours releasing pent up anger.

After my workout, I go home. Pulling up to the house I see that there is a car waiting outside, I'm sure it's for my parents as my mother told me earlier that they were leaving. I park my car and walk in the house to see suitcases at the front door. I walk through the living room to the basement door and down the stairs. My sister is on the couch covered by a blanket and my father and mother sitting across from her on another couch. I ignore all of them to head for my room.

My father calls my name, "Ryder. Come sit on the recliner."

Dropping my bag in its place, I walk over to the recliner with a water bottle in hand. It's an intervention. My father starts, "son, we have discussed it and think it's best you go to an AA meeting while we are gone."

I nearly spit out my water at the ridiculous claim. "Excuse me?"

My mother sits in silence with a hand over her face looking in disbelief at the ground. My sister nods with my dad.

Then he continues, "look, me yelling at you doesn't help so I think it would be best if we get you some help. Drinking to throw your life away isn't the answer. You're about to be 22 in a week."

I look over to my sister who has a look of agreement on her face. I tighten my mouth at her. Looking back at my dad, I coldly respond with, "we?"

My father draws the attention back to him, "yes, we. Your sister has been telling us that you have spent the summer drinking and alone in the house."

Staring at my sister, with my eyebrows raised I spit out at her, "is that what she told you, dad?"

My father nods. "Your mother and I have to leave right now since we need to make it to New York by tonight. Your sister decided she will accompany you to your first meeting later on today, they are only on Fridays. We will be back late Monday."

I chuckle and nod with a blank stare at my sister. Drinking the cold water, my eyes never come off of her.

My father and mother both stand and give their goodbyes to my sister and then to me. I don't move from where I am sitting, but I can feel my mother's sadness as I ignore her. Their steps are heard as they walk upstairs. My sister goes to scroll on her phone. I hear the front door open then close, knowing they just left.

I stare at my sister completely over with everything she's ever done me. She moves the blanket off of herself to reveal that she is wearing the smallest lounge shorts possible and a cropped tank top. She looks better than she ever has. She drops her phone on the couch and walks over to the bathroom before she brags, "I love being daddy's favorite." The door shuts.

Filled with adrenaline and anger, I put my water down, stand up and grab her phone. The dumb bitch left it unlocked. There's a group chat between her best friend Katie and her boyfriend Thomas. She told them what happened and they both scolded her for it. She has no remorse and her best friend feels sorry for me. Not as sorry as Zoey is about to feel, this is when I am getting my revenge.

The bathroom door opens, I lock the phone and put it in my pocket of my sweat pants. I pick up my water quietly smiling what I am about to do. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. She walks over to where she was sitting looking for her phone. She's pulling the couch cushions to see if it fell behind. She whispers, "fuck."

Watching her bend over the couch gives me a few ideas, but I want to see how this plays out first. I love watching her panic and her ass jiggle as she digs in the couch. I think about licking her from her clit to her asshole. I cannot lie, my cock is growing in my pants and I don't care to hide it now. She's all alone, with her big brother and no one can save her.

I stand up from my chair and put my water bottle down on the coffee table. I reach in my pocket to pull out the phone. "Looking for this?"

Her heads snaps back at me, "great. Give it to me." She sways her way over.

She stands in front of me reaching for the phone and I lift it far above her so she can't reach it. "No, not in the mood to be nice to you anymore. Bitch."

Her mouth falls open and she squints her eyes. "Give me my phone, asshole." She tries to knee me in the dick but I grab her thigh and her eyes go wide. She gasps at my touch.

I smile at her with a devilish grin, "watch your mouth, princess." I release her leg slowly while I tower over her.

She takes a step back, and stutters before speaking clearly, "please give me my phone."

With my height, I can see directly down into her tank top, I soak up how good she looks in her outfit. I chuckle at her, "I think I will hold on to it a bit longer."

She stomps her feet, "you're such an asshole."

I give her a cold stare, "at least I didn't lie to dad." I wave her phone at her before pocketing it.

She tightens her lips, "yeah, well, I always get what I want." She moves closer and reaches for my pocket.

I grab her arms and spin her around. Her back is flat against my front, I know she can feel how hard I am on her lower back. I just wanted to hear her gasp again. I bend down to where I can whisper in her ear, "what about what I want, baby sister?" I hum in her ear.

She freezes in place for a moment, I hear a slight moan of arousal slip from her mouth then she tries to get out of my grip, "get off me, you sicko." Zoey is no longer in control as I am much bigger and stronger than her.

"I don't think I want to, baby." I turn her around, throw her over my shoulder and I slap her ass a few times before take her to my room.

Her kicking and punching doesn't faze me, she deserves all that is about to happen to her. I plop her down on the bed face first, slapping her ass as she squirms, "you've been such a bad girl, baby. I need to punish you."

She flings curse words left and right, "get off me, leave me alone!"

I laugh, "no. Not while you're dressed like this." I pull both of her arms to the her back and straddle her thighs. With one hand, I hold both of her wrists, and with the other hand, I yank her shorts down to her knees, I give her ass a few more spankings. I pull a pillow and prop it under her hips so her ass is sticking straight up. I sit between her legs and bend down until I'm eye level with her pussy.

I pull her panties to the side, wanting a taste of her sweet nectar. I stick my tongue in her pussy and lick around to taste her. She gasps, then lets out a quiet 'mmm' to which I hear clearly, she seems to be enjoying it. She's wiggling her ass as if she wants me to keep going.

"You taste like heaven." I praise her. I tongue before she pretends to fight me once more. "I love the way you sound."

She realizes she's been moaning and now switches to screaming, "what are you doing? Stop, please!"

Her screams make my cock rock hard, as she knows what kind of revenge this will be. I flip her on her back, removing the pillow, wrists are now pinned above her head. I sit myself between her thighs, feeling her warmth against my crotch. She gasps. I want to rip her panties off, but I still need to scare her into know how strong and in control I am.