When I woke up the house was empty, or it seemed empty. When I went downstairs my older brother Bobby was on the couch watching TV and drinking coffee. He took one look at me and said, "You're a mess." I didn't say anything, of course if you have sex the night before you're going to wake up a little messy.
"Go upstairs and brush your hair," Bobby said.
"I'm not a little kid anymore, you can't order me around," I said.
"Can't I?" Bobby said, raising an eyebrow.
I didn't argue any further, he was taller than me by a head and a half and almost nothing but pure muscle, so I went back upstairs and sat on my bed to brush my hair. I'd gotten the left side done when Bobby appeared in the doorway, shirtless, with a large bulge in his pants.
"No Bobby, I had a bad night last night," I said.
"So? You don't want me to tell Dad you were a bad girl do you?" Bobby said.
I hated his grin.
"I didn't think so," Bobby said.
He sat down on my bed and put his hand on my thigh and kissed my cheek. He slipped his hands under my shirt and fondled my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples.
"Don't!" I said, pushing his hands away.
He pushed me on my hands and knees and unbuckled his belt.
"Please Bobby, don't," I pleaded.
He pushed up my shirt and draped it over my head, he took hold of my wrists and slid his cock in my pussy. He thrust hard into me, his balls slapping my clit and splitting my lips. He held both my wrists in one hand and withdrew from me briefly to slap my ass with his cock, two smacks to each cheek, then pushed his cock back in my pussy.
"No one's going to want you if you cry every time a man sticks his cock in you," he said, and withdrew from me again.
I expected another slap but instead he entered my ass.
"Ow Bobby that hurts!" I cried to him.
He just pushed harder into me, pulling his cock out every few thrusts to smack me with his cock. He let go of my wrists and pulled me up by my hair and held me against him. He had one arm round my neck while his free hand fondled my breasts and his hips slapped hard against my ass.
"Is this how you like it? From behind, like Mom?" Bobby asked.