The house was silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of settling wood. Maya lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her body tense under the thin sheet. At twenty-two she should have moved out already, but money and bad decisions had kept her here with her older brother, Derek. He was twenty-eight, broad-shouldered, and lately his eyes had started to linger too long.
She heard his footsteps first. Heavy, deliberate, coming down the hall. Her door opened without a knock. Derek stood there in the doorway, shirtless, the outline of his body backlit by the hallway light. His voice was low and rough when he spoke.
"You've been avoiding me."
Maya sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Get out, Derek. I'm not doing this."
He didn't answer. He crossed the room in three strides and yanked the sheet away. She gasped, trying to scramble backward, but he was faster. His hands caught her wrists and pinned them above her head against the mattress. His weight settled over her, heavy and unyielding.
"Stop fighting," he growled against her ear. "You know this is coming."
She bucked beneath him, legs kicking, but he was stronger. One hand kept her wrists trapped while the other tore at her nightshirt, ripping the thin cotton down the front. Cool air hit her bare breasts. Derek's mouth followed, hot and demanding, sucking hard on one nipple until she cried out in a mix of pain and unwanted heat.
"No," she hissed, twisting her hips. "This isn't happening."
His free hand shoved between her thighs, forcing them apart. Fingers dragged roughly over her panties, pressing hard against her clit through the fabric. She felt herself grow wet despite the fear and anger twisting in her gut. Derek noticed. A dark laugh rumbled in his chest.
"Already soaking for your brother. Dirty little slut."
He ripped the panties aside and pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning. Maya arched, a choked sound escaping her throat. He pumped them deep and fast, curling against the spot that made her vision blur. Her body betrayed her, clenching around the intrusion even as she begged him to stop.
Derek freed his cock, thick and already leaking. He didn't bother with more preparation. He lined up and thrust in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Maya screamed into the pillow he shoved over her face. The stretch burned. He was too big, too rough, and he didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her with hard, punishing thrusts, the bed slamming against the wall with every drive of his hips.
Her wrists stayed pinned. His teeth marked her neck, her collarbone, the soft skin of her breasts. Each time she tried to close her legs he forced them wider, grinding his pelvis against her clit until unwanted pleasure started to coil low in her belly. She hated it. She hated how her body responded, how her inner walls fluttered and gripped him tighter.
"Take it," he snarled, voice thick with lust. "Take your brother's cock like you were made to."
He flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, yanking her hips up. The new angle drove him deeper. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back while the other reached around to rub her clit in tight, merciless circles. Maya came with a broken sob, her orgasm ripped from her against her will. Her cunt pulsed around him, milking his cock.
Derek didn't slow. He used her through it, pounding harder until his rhythm faltered. With a guttural groan he buried himself deep and came, flooding her with hot pulses of cum. He stayed inside her, breathing hard, until the last twitch faded.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the mattress, shaking. Derek leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
"This is ours now. Every night. Fight all you want. I'll still take what I need."
He left her there, the door clicking shut behind him. Maya lay in the dark, body aching, cum leaking down her thighs, the taste of unwilling surrender bitter on her tongue. Outside, the house settled back into silence, but nothing would ever be the same.
