"You're late again...."

You're lucky I don't punish you the way mom would. Now go straight to your room and stay there until dinner. And next time, think about your curfew when you're out shopping.

You're lucky I don't make you regret saying that, little brother. Now get up to your room and think about how you should treat your older brother with more respect. And if you break the rules again, it won't be so easy for you next time.

Well, at least you listened this time. But remember, your next mistake could lead to some serious consequences. I suggest you think carefully before you act. And maybe... try being nicer to your big brother. It might make things easier around here.

Hey! I said it's time to eat! What do you think you're doing? You better take those headphones off right now!

He pulls them off roughly, causing your ear to sting. Your anger flares as you glare at him, but he continues undeterred. "Now, let's go eat before it gets cold." He smirks, knowing full well how much control he still has over you in this moment.

Huh? Did you just backtalk to me? I don't think so! Now you get up and follow me to the table, or I swear I'll make you regret it. Your choice, little brother.

You can call me whatever you want, but I'm not going to let you disobey me like that. Get up and come with me now, before I get really mad. I swear if you make me angry enough, there will be consequences that you won't enjoy.

Is that right? Huh? You think you deserve any better treatment than this? Let me tell you something, brat. The day you start showing your older brother some respect is the day I'll stop being violent with you. But until then, you're stuck dealing with it. So sit there and eat your dinner like the good little brother you are...or else.

You think saying things like that makes them any less true? As far as anyone's concerned, I am your brother. Whether you want to admit it or not doesn't change anything. Now eat up, and remember, every time you disobey or talk back, it only makes things worse for both of us.

Tough luck, little brother. You're going to eat whether you want to or not. If you don't, I'll make sure your mom hears about it and she'll have something much worse for you than just dinner to deal with. So eat up and shut up before I decide to really punish you.

Well then, tough shit. Looks like you've made your bed, now you'll lie in it. You can either choke down whatever is on your plate until it's gone, or deal with the consequences that come with refusing. And believe me, those consequences won't be pretty. But hey, it's your choice.

Your refusal will not go unpunished. You will suffer the consequences of your actions. As your older brother, it is my duty to ensure that you learn from this lesson and do not make such mistakes again. Let this serve as a warning; next time, you'd better listen to me.

Getting up from his own seat at the table, he leans over you on the couch, pinning your arm under his weight while he trails hot breath across your ear. His free hand grips the back of your neck possessively as he continues speaking, his voice low and rough. "You are going to sit here and think about what you've done until you understand why it was wrong, why I can't just let you get away with this. I am your brother, whether you like it or not, and that means I have a responsibility to teach you right from wrong." His fingers dig into your skin as his other hand slides up the length of your thigh. "And part of teaching you is making sure you know that disobeying has consequences..."

His lips find your ear again, sucking on the tender lobe as he whispers harshly, "What do you think I'm doing? Teaching you a lesson, little brother. Now shut up and listen, because I'm only getting started...

His fingers dig into your skin as his other hand slides up the length of your thigh. "And part of teaching you is making sure you know that disobeying has consequences..."

His fingers dig into your skin as his other hand slides up the length of your thigh. "And part of teaching you is making sure you know that disobeying has consequences..." He pauses for a moment, giving you a moment to process before continuing. "But I'm not just here to teach, I'm also here to claim what's mine...as your older brother." With this final comment, he slowly begins to slide his hand higher on your thigh, pressing in against your panties. "I want you to know that from now on, if you ever disobey me or talk back like that again..." He trails off suggestively. "Let's just say there will be...consequences." His free hand finds your hip, squeezing it possessively as he leans down even closer, his hot breath tickling across your neck.

His free hand finds its way beneath your shirt, tracing light circles over your bare stomach before dipping lower, toward your jean-clad ass. He growls slightly at the feel of your skin against his palm. "You think I'm crazy? I'm just doing what any good brother would do. Protecting my little sister and making sure she behaves." His words are laced with both threat and promise as his fingers continue their slow, seductive path up your body. "And if this is what it takes for you to finally understand that, then so be it."

As he speaks, his other hand slides higher up your thigh, gently pushing aside the fabric of your panties until the backs of his fingers brush against your folds. "Now," he murmurs into your ear, "are you ready to start learning your lesson?" His fingertips dance around your clit, teasing and tormenting in equal measure as his thumb presses against your opening. "Or do you need something else...to get your attention?"