The house was quiet except for the creak of the old floorboards under my feet. I was eighteen and home from college for the weekend, thinking I could slip into my room without drama. My brother Mike, twenty-two and already drunk on cheap whiskey, had other plans. He grabbed my arm in the hallway, his grip hard enough to bruise.
"Get in here," he growled, shoving me into his bedroom and kicking the door shut. "I've been thinking about this pussy for years."
I tried to pull away, but he was bigger, stronger. "Mike, stop. This is fucked up."
He laughed, low and rough, already yanking my shirt over my head. My tits spilled out, nipples tight from the sudden chill and fear. He palmed one hard, squeezing until I gasped. "Forced or not, you're getting this cock tonight, sis. Been jerking off to you since you grew these."
His hand shoved down my shorts, fingers pushing straight into my cunt without warning. I was dry at first, but he worked them in rough circles, spitting on his palm to slick me up. "Wet already? Dirty little sister. You want your brother's dick even if you won't admit it."
I kicked at him, but he pinned me to the bed, ripping the rest of my clothes off. His own jeans dropped, and that thick cock sprang free, already leaking. He forced my legs apart with his knees and slammed inside me in one brutal thrust. I cried out at the stretch, the burn, but he didn't slow down. He fucked me hard, hips slapping against my ass, balls hitting my skin with every drive.
"Take it," he grunted, one hand around my throat, the other pinning my wrists above my head. "This tight sister cunt is mine now. Been waiting to force this on you."
I hated how my body responded, my walls clenching around him despite the anger. He noticed, smirking as he pounded deeper, angling to hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. "Yeah, squeeze my cock. You love getting raped by your brother."
He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and drove back in. The new angle let him go even deeper. His fingers found my clit, rubbing it fast and mean while he fucked me like he owned me. I came hard, biting the pillow to muffle the moan, my pussy pulsing around his invading dick.
Mike didn't stop. He kept going, using my orgasm to slick his thrusts even more. "That's it, cum on your brother's cock. Now I'm gonna fill you up."
He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he slammed in one last time and unloaded. Hot spurts flooded my cunt, leaking out around his shaft as he kept pumping through it. When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped down my thighs.
He wasn't done. He flipped me again, straddled my chest, and shoved his half-hard cock between my tits. "Suck it clean, sis. Taste your own forced fuck."
I opened my mouth because fighting was useless now. He fed it to me, making me lick every inch, his hand guiding my head while he hardened again. Then he was back between my legs, pushing inside my cum-slick hole for round two. Slower this time but just as deep, grinding against my clit with every roll of his hips.
"Next time you come home," he said, voice ragged, "I'm bending you over the kitchen table the second you walk in. Gonna force this cock into every hole you've got."
I came again, legs shaking, and he followed right after, adding another load to the mess inside me.
When he collapsed beside me, breathing heavy, he pulled me against him, cock still twitching against my thigh.
"Stay the night," he muttered. "I'm not finished with my sister yet."
