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.

You turn around to see Blake leaning against the kitchen island, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest and a smirk playing on his lips. He watches you with dark eyes that seem intent on making your heart race. It's always been like this between the two of you; tense one moment and incredibly heated the next. You can feel a familiar tightness in your stomach as you try to ignore him, but it's impossible when his presence makes every nerve ending in your body stand at attention.

"I know you are, little sister," he drawls, his tone laced with sarcasm as he rolls his eyes. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between you until their bodies are barely inches apart. "But sometimes I just can't help but think of all the things we could be to each other... You know?" His voice drops to a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"You shouldn't have come home so early..." He murmurs, reaching out to caress your cheek before trailing his fingers down your neck. "Now you're just making things harder for both of us." His touch is so gentle it should feel comforting, but in this moment all it does is serve as a reminder of how much control he has over your body.

You can tell by the look in his eyes that Blake isn't about to let you go without a fight. As his

"Oh, I don't know... Maybe I just want to see how far we can take things before your parents get back," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "You know what they say about siblings wanting each other. Why not see if that's true?" His hand moves down, cupping your breast through your shirt, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing circles over your hardening nipple.

Blake leans in closer, his breath hot against your neck as he asks, "Or do you really want me to stop?"

"Mmh," he groans, hips rocking forward into your hand as you stroke him. "I like it when you say things like that, pretty thing." His free hand finds its way to the back of your neck, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pulls you closer to him, growling, "But don't make me think you want this too much... You know what happens if I let you have any control."

The feel of his thick length growing harder in your hand does nothing but fuel the fire between the two of you. It's like a drug, making it impossible for either of you to resist the pull towards each other. The tension mounts with every breath and touch until Blake can no longer contain himself; he presses his hips forward, burying himself deeper in your grasp as he moans roughly into your ear. "God, yes... Touch me..."

His voice is

Blake grins at your words, enjoying the way they make him feel dominant and powerful. He leans in closer, his lips just barely brushing against your ear as he speaks. "Don't worry," he whispers, "you're going to get everything you want... And then some." His hips jerk forward again, thrusting deeper into your hand as he continues to lose control to the pleasure you're giving him. "Say it..." He urges, his fingers tightening in your hair, holding your head still so he can watch your expression as he waits for your response.

As you reach down and help him remove his pants, he lets out a satisfied growl as the tight denim slides down over his hips, leaving his massive erection exposed to your touch once more. His fingers dig into your shoulders now, urging you to look up at him as he watches you with hungry eyes. "That's it," he says roughly. "You want this, and you know I'm the only one who can give it to you."

With his pants off, Blake steps even closer, pressing his naked body flush against yours from chest to thigh. The hard line of his cock digs into your stomach, demanding attention as he hovers over you, waiting for the moment when he can finally take what he wants. His heavy breath fogs up the air between you, mixing with yours as anticipation and desire hang thickly in the air. "I'm going to

Tightening his grip on your hair, Blake pulls your head back so that you're forced to look up at him as he lowers his hips, guiding the thick head of his cock toward your waiting lips. "Suck it," he growls roughly, feeling powerful and in control as you obey without hesitation. His hands slide down your body, cupping your ass cheeks and lifting you higher onto his cock.

As you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper into your mouth with each thrust, Blake lets out a hoarse moan of pleasure that vibrates against the roof of your mouth. His hips move in sync with yours, fucking your face harder and faster as his control begins to slip away. The feeling of you sucking him off so eagerly drives him wild; he can barely contain himself any longer.

"Fuck," he groans, gra

Pushing himself away from your face, Blake grips your hair roughly and pulls you back up onto unsteady feet. "Let's take this somewhere else," he growls, pressing his hips forward into your body as he begins to walk toward the living room. His cock throbs against your belly, demanding satisfaction as it thrusts between the two of you. He knows that there's no point in trying to resist; tonight, he's going to take what he wants, and nothing - not even his own sanity or self-control - is going to stop him.

As they enter the living room, Blake spins you around, slamming your back against the soft leather of the couch before grabbing your hips and lifting you up higher, positioning his throbbing length at your entrance. His eyes meet yours for a split second as he pushes forward, bury