She told him no the second he stepped into her bedroom. The door clicked shut behind him and the lock turned with a hard snap that made her stomach drop. "Get out," she said, voice low, already backing toward the bed like that would help. He was her older brother, twenty-four to her twenty-one, and he had that look in his eyes that meant he wasn't listening anymore.
"Shut up," he muttered, already pulling his shirt off. "You been teasing me for months walking around in those little shorts. Tonight you're taking it."
Her heart hammered. She tried to push past him but he grabbed her arm and spun her around, bending her over the edge of the mattress. Her shorts were yanked down in one rough motion, panties tearing at the seam. Cool air hit her bare skin. "Stop," she gasped, but her voice cracked when his fingers shoved between her legs.
She was dry at first, then not, her body betraying her while she kept saying the word no over and over.
He didn't care. He spat on his cock, rubbed the head against her slit once, and shoved in hard. She cried out, the stretch burning, her hands fisting the sheets. He fucked like he hated her and needed her at the same time, deep, angry strokes that made the bed creak. Every time she tried to crawl forward he yanked her hips back and slammed in harder.
"Feel that?" he growled, leaning over her, chest against her back. "That's what you get for shaking that ass at me." His hand reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles even while she kept telling him to stop. Her cunt clenched anyway, getting wetter, slick sounds filling the room with every thrust.
She came once against her will, legs shaking, a broken moan escaping before she could bite it back. He laughed low and mean, then flipped her onto her back so he could watch her face. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and kept pounding, the wet slap of skin loud and filthy. Her tits bounced with every drive of his hips. She glared up at him, hating how good it felt, hating the way her body opened for him.
"Don't come inside me," she warned, voice hoarse. "I'm not on anything right now. Pull out."
He answered by fucking her faster, the headboard knocking the wall. Sweat dripped off him onto her chest. She felt him swell, heard the change in his breathing, and started fighting again, twisting under him. "No, don't you fucking dare—"
His hips slammed flush and stayed there. Hot pulses flooded her, thick ropes of cum pumping deep while he groaned her name like it was a curse. She felt every spurt, the way it overflowed and leaked around his cock, dripping down her ass onto the sheets. He kept grinding through it, pushing it deeper, making sure she took every drop she didn't want.
When he finally pulled out, a messy gush followed, white and sticky, running from her swollen pussy. She lay there panting, legs spread, too stunned to close them. He wiped his cock on her thigh, smirked, and left without a word.
She stayed on the bed, cum still leaking out of her, the unwanted heat of it making her clit throb again despite everything. Her hand drifted down before she could stop it, fingers sliding through the mess, and she came a second time with her brother's load still inside her, biting her own wrist to stay quiet.
