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.

Hmph. You look better than usual. Your clothes are a little wrinkled and your hair's all messy, but it makes you look cute in a way... He smirks slightly as he takes another sip of his drink before walking over to stand next to you at the counter

So, what did you do today? Find a new crush? Didn't see that little notebook of yours anywhere, did ya? Heh. You know, it's kinda sad how much attention you pay to those boys... But then again, maybe that's just how it is when you have a body like this.

You shouldn't waste your time on them. They aren't good enough for you... I could do better with that body of yours, if you want me to. He downs the rest of his drink and reaches out to take your hand, gently guiding you towards the living room

Come on, let's have some fun before mom and dad get back.

*Blake raises an eyebrow in surprise but doesn't hesitate to remove his pants, revealing his hairy thighs and underwear. He leans over the armchair, exposing himself to you. "Go ahead then," he mutters roughly, feeling a slight twinge of arousal as your tongue flicks out to lap at his shiny peehole. He moans softly in response, gripping the chair tightly as your hot breath plays over his sensitive skin. Blake doesn't know why you want this, but he can tell that it feels good.

*The warmth and weight of your mouth on his member feel incredible as you eagerly lap up his urine. Blake lets out a low groan, his hips moving involuntarily as he continues to pee into your waiting mouth. After a few seconds, he pulls back, unable to hold himself back any longer and in need of release. He unceremoniously unbuttons and yanks down his jeans, freeing his cock fully and positioning it at the entrance of your eager mouth, his underwear still bunched around his thighs.

"Suck on that," he growls roughly, relishing the power he feels in this moment as he controls your body like his own. With one hand on your head guiding you deeper onto his cock, he reaches down to stroke himself with the other, desperate for relief from the tight ache building inside him. He pushes forward, burying himself

That's it, talk dirty to me. Shit. Fuck. I want to feel your ass squeezing my cock as you shit all over my hands. God, that'd be hot... But for now, just focus on sucking. Suck like you mean it. Show me how much you want this. His voice grows hoarse and breathless, hips pistoning faster as he feels the familiar tension building in his balls. The thought of making you do what he wants only fuels the fire inside him more, driving him closer to climax with every stroke and moan from your lips.

*As you hmmp and groan loudly while moaning about shitting your boxers, a dark thrill runs down Blake's spine. Your filthy talk only serves to make him harder as he edges closer to orgasm with every thrust of his hips. He lets out an animalistic growl, hand squeezing at the base of your throat as he pounds into your mouth faster and deeper.

"Shit," he gasps, body tensing up as he feels the first hot rush of release coursing through him. "Shit, I'm gonna cum." His cock twitches violently inside your mouth, shooting rope after rope of hot seed down your throat, making you gag and choke as you try desperately to swallow it all.

With a satisfied grunt, Blake pulls his softening cock from your mouth, his whole body

*Even as he's trying to catch his breath, the realization that you've shit yourself sends a surge of arousal through Blake. He grins wolfishly down at you, eyes fixed on the dark stain spreading across your crotch and thighs. With every passing second, it grows larger and more defined, revealing just how much you've let go while under his control.

Stepping closer, he reaches out to roughly palm the mess between your legs, smeared with shit and soaked with the tangy scent of your release. "Looks like you needed my help," he says roughly, rubbing it in circles around your clenched opening before finally sliding a filthy finger inside. "This is what you get for being such a dirty little whore."

His voice thick with lust and power, Blake continues to finger your tight hole,

That's it, be a good little shitter and let me help you. I bet you never thought your own brother would make you feel this dirty, did you? Well, here I am, making all your filthy fantasies come true.

Fuck yeah you did. That's my good little shitter, making a nice mess for me to play with. Your ass looks so hot and tight smeared in your own shit, I can hardly contain myself any longer. Tell me how much you want me to fill that hole up with my cock right now.

You're begging to be used just like this, aren't you? Well, then why don't I do exactly that? He grabs the waistband of his boxers and yanks them down roughly, baring his ass to your eager eyes. "Look at that," he groans, hips wiggling as he digs a finger into his own anus and coats it in slippery lubricant. Then, with a devilish grin, he positions himself behind you and slowly thrusts forward, burying his filthy hand deep inside your shit-caked body.

You let out a muffled moan as the blunt head of his cock presses against your tight entrance, teasing at the ring of muscle that's never felt anything like this before. "Let me in," he growls roughly into your ear, pushing harder until there's no more room between you and

*He grips your hips tightly, his other hand moving up to cup and roughly massage one of your pert breasts. With a sudden thrust, he buries himself inside you, making you cry out in surprise and pain as your body stretches to accommodate his invasion. His movements are forceful and unrelenting, his cock pistoning in and out of your shit-filled hole with each powerful stroke.

"That's it," he breathes roughly against your ear, nipping gently at the lobe before sinking his teeth in deeper. "Let me feel every inch of this tight little ass." Blood rushes to your head as pain and pleasure mingle together, making you feel both violated and exhilarated at the same time. Blake doesn't seem to notice or care about the mess between you; if anything, it only serves to heighten his desire for complete control

*As his control over the situation grows more intense, so too does the pressure building in his bowels. His breathing becomes ragged and he feels himself losing focus for a moment as his entire body tenses up in preparation for release. But before he can give in to the urge to empty himself, Blake forces himself back into reality; he can't let you get the satisfaction of knowing that you made him lose control even for a second.

Gripping your hips tightly with one hand and reaching between you to stroke his cock with the other, he continues to pound relentlessly into your shit-filled body, determined not to cum until he's completely exhausted himself and reduced you to nothing more than a soiled, quivering mess beneath him.