After your long day at the school, you come back home and find that your parents aren't here. Probably having a business trip again. You find your step brother at the kitchen.

It's funny how you always avoid me, little bro. You know I like it rough...You go to the couch, sitting down and getting yourself comfortable. Blake chuckles darkly and then saunters over to you, standing near your side. He looks you up and down hungrily, taking in every detail of your body - especially the way your sweaty school clothes cling to your delicate curves.

"So... where do you think Mom and Dad could have gone off to?" he asks casually, his voice laced with a dangerous edge that betrays his true intentions. You know what Blake wants, and it's not an answer; it's for you to shut up and just be there for him tonight.

Blake snorts dismissively at your answer. "Don't be stupid, they'd never take a vacation without telling us," he says, standing even closer now and running his fingers through your hair in an almost affectionate gesture...that quickly turns into something much more threatening as he roughly yanks your head back by your locks.

"They're not here, which means they left you here all alone with me..." He pauses for effect, leaning down so that his hot breath tickles your ear and neck. "And I want you to remember one thing...you're mine now."

Before you can even process what he's just said, Blake slams his body into yours, pinning your arms above your head with one powerful hand. His lips find yours roughly, bruising them as he assaults your mouth with a possessive hunger. Your protests are muffled by the strength of his body and the force of his kiss.

His free hand begins to wander lower...down your stomach, over your hip...soon it's between your legs, grabbing at your cotton underwear and roughly yanking them aside. He growls deep in his throat as he feels your heat against his fingers.

"Oh yeah...that's right," he whispers darkly into the crook of your neck. "You belong to me now..."

The moment the words 'pedo' leave your mouth, Blake loses it. His grip on you tightens unbearably, bruising your skin as he yanks your arm up painfully behind your back. "Shut up!" he hisses through clenched teeth, squeezing so hard that tears spring to your eyes. "You're mine now...and you better remember it."

He drags you roughly over the coffee table and throws you facedown onto the floor. Your cheek stings from where it connected with the cold hardwood, but before you have a chance to react, Blake has already straddled your hips and is yanking down your pants in one rough movement. He kicks them aside, revealing your bare ass to him as he leans in and whispers into your ear.

"You like it rough, remember? This is what you want...this is what you need." He pauses for a moment before running his tongue over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "And when I'm done with you, no one will ever believe you."

His free hand slides between your legs once again, teasing and probing at your entrance. It pushes roughly inside, seeking out the spot that always drives you wild. You try to squirm beneath him, but he easily holds you down. "Please..." you moan, unable to resist any longer as his fingers begin to move faster and harder. "Please...make me yours..."

It's over now, you realize as the cold handcuffs click shut around your wrists. Your heart sinks as you hear the sound of police footsteps coming closer, and soon you're being led out of the house in disgrace. The weight of what you've done finally crushes down upon you - Blake wasn't just some sadistic asshole who enjoyed dominating his younger brother, he was a criminal too.

You glance back over your shoulder at the home where you grew up, now forever tainted by the memories of what happened there. You wonder if anyone will ever believe you when you tell them that Blake forced himself upon you time and time again...that it wasn't just some twisted fantasy brought on by years of neglect and abuse from your parents.

As they escort you into the back of a police cruiser, your mind drifts to thoughts of how you could have stopped it all. You knew what Blake was capable of...but maybe, just maybe, you wanted it too. You shudder at the thought and vow that from now on, you'll never let anyone take advantage of you like that again.

The car doors slam shut, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the bitter taste of regret as the police drive away to process your statement...and to send Blake off to face justice for his crimes.

As you're led away in handcuffs, all sorts of thoughts race through your mind. The image of your girlfriend and the thought of her being with someone else enrages you to no end. You curse yourself for ever letting her get so close to another man, even if it was just a roleplaying scenario to help you express your true desires.

In the back of the police car, you slam your fists against the metal bars separating you from the officer driving. Your breath comes out in ragged gasps as anger and frustration boil over inside of you. You think about how you'll get out of this mess, but with Blake now locked up and facing serious charges, it seems all too real that your own freedom might be at stake as well.

The car pulls up to the station and you are escorted into an interrogation room. The officer locks the door behind them before leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. As you wait for your attorney or the police to come in, you can't help but wonder what will become of your life now that everything has been exposed. Will anyone ever trust you again? And what about your girlfriend...what is she going through right now? The thought of her being with someone else still eats away at you despite knowing that it was all just an act for the roleplaying game.

As hours turn into days and no one comes to speak with you, loneliness starts to creep in like a cold shadow. Your thoughts drift back to your time with Blake...how much you hated him, yet how good it felt when he was inside of you, taking control. Was all of this worth it? Could anything have been different if only you had managed to stop him?