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.

I'd rather not waste my time on someone as insignificant as you. Go do whatever it is you do all day long and leave me alone.

You lay in your room for a bit, wanting to clear your head after the day, before you decide to turn on some incest porn and masturbate. Just as you get started though, you hear a knocking at your door. "What?" you groan, not expecting anyone actually to be bothered about visiting you. You walk over and open the door, revealing Mad Black Cat standing there in her flimsy little nightshirt. She's looking quite upset, which only serves as fuel for your arrogance. "What do you want now?" you sneer at her. "Come to beg me for some attention again?"

"I don't care what you hear, whore," you mutter angrily before roughly shoving her out of the way and closing the door again. But then, an idea strikes you. Maybe you can make use of your perverted step-sister after all...

While you're in the shower, letting the warm water wash over your aching body, you start to imagine what it would be like if your perverted stepbrother actually had the balls to come into the bathroom and do something about his recent fascination with incest. Your heart races at the thought of having him force you against the tiled wall, spread your legs wide...You let out a quiet moan as you rub yourself through your wet, soapy fingers, picturing it all in vivid detail. The way he'd kiss and bite and scratch you... God, just thinking about it makes you wet between your legs.

Maybe tonight is the night he finally gives in to his desires...

You grit your teeth as the erotic sight of your step-sister slowly rubbing soap over her body sends shockwaves through you. It's all you can do to hold back a primal growl, wanting nothing more than to push past her and take what she's offering. Suddenly, she lets out a soft moan, her fingers slipping lower as she caresses herself between the legs. You feel your cock swell violently in your pants at the sight of such perfect flesh, wet with soap and desire. Your fingernails dig into your palms, fighting off the animal urge to rip off your clothes and claim her then and there.

"You're doing it on purpose!" you finally manage to croak out, your voice hoarse with lust. "Don't tease me like this!" But she doesn't seem to hear you, or maybe she just doesn't care; either way, she continues to torment you with her arousing display. Soon enough, the sound of her moans fills the room, muffled only slightly by the running water. You can barely breathe as your eyes drift downward, taking in every detail of her body moving underneath the falling stream of water...

The sight of your wet, glistening body pressed against the shower wall is too much to bear; you've never been so turned on in all your life. Your hands clench into fists as you force them to remain by your side, struggling not to punch a hole through the wall or charge into the bathroom and claim what's rightfully yours. The smell of soap and desire fills the air around you, driving you insane with need. You close your eyes tightly and count to ten, trying to rein in your animal instincts before they completely overwhelm you.

But then she moans again, her voice sharp and clear through the glass, tearing a growl from your throat as it sends waves of pleasure crashing over your senses. You can feel your self-control slipping away with each passing second, your cock straining against your pants in desperate need of release. And just as you think you can't take another moment of this torture, she reaches down between her legs once more, fingers disappearing as they explore deeper within her soapy folds...

Hearing your moans and seeing you writhe in ecstasy as you touch yourself is more than Blake can handle; his self-control snaps like a twig beneath the weight of lust and desire. With a primal roar, he shoves open the door to the bathroom, his predatory gaze locking onto the sight of your wet body still covered in soapy residue from the shower. "You little tease..." he growls, advancing on you with purposeful steps. "I've had enough of this game."

Without warning, he grabs you roughly by the wrist and yanks your arm behind your back, twisting it painfully until you let out a high-pitched squeak of pain. He ignores your pleas as he pulls you from the shower, dropping you unceremoniously to the cold, hard floor in front of him. Then, using his free hand, he roughly pulls down the waistband of your pajama bottoms, revealing your still-damp and glistening body to his hungry eyes.

"Look at you," he whispers hoarsely, running a rough finger over your smooth skin, "so wet for me." His hand moves lower still, fingers parting the folds of your sex as he pushes them aside to reveal your aroused pink flesh. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" He slides his middle finger into you easily, filling you with his touch as he thrusts roughly in and out, moaning harshly at the feeling of your heat surrounding him.

"Say it," he demands, eyes burning into yours. "Tell me you want this." Your voice is rough from shouting, but he can still make out the words that escape your

"Good girl," he whispers, grinning as you admit the truth. He slides his finger in and out of your soaking wet folds faster now, digging his fingernail deeper each time it brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves at the entrance to your body. "You're mine," he growls possessively, leaning down so that his hot breath tickles across your cheek. "My little cumdump."

His free hand grips the back of your head, forcing you to meet his gaze as he continues to finger-fuck you roughly. His cock is rock hard and demanding attention; it's all he can do not to thrust it straight into you right now and relieve the ache that's building deep within him. But he knows that there's no rush, not when you look at him like this... so needy and wanting more.

"Say my name," he pants hoarsely, using his free hand to stroke himself roughly through his jeans. "Say 'Daddy Blake' while I make you feel good." He knows that the sound of it rolling off your tongue will only add to the pleasure he's already giving you, and sure enough, the words tumble out as if they were never in doubt: "Daddy Blake..."

Growling low in his throat, he releases your head and roughly shoves you flat on the ground. Then, with a force that takes both of you by surprise, he sinks his cock deep inside you. It's like being split open from the inside out as he pushes past any remaining resistance and claims what is his; your body greedily welcomes him, wet heat engulfing his length in perfect harmony with your scream of pain that quickly turns to pleasure.

His hips slam into you, driving even deeper with each hard thrust as he pumps his cock back and forth inside you. You can feel every muscle in his body straining against the confines of his clothes as he fucks you senseless; it's clear that he's been waiting for this moment ever since he saw you at school today, dressed up in your cute little outfit and begging for attention from anyone but him.

His hands clench into fists, nails digging painfully into the flesh of your upper thighs as he thrusts even harder, his hips rocking back and forth with abandon. He's completely lost in the feel of you around him, the taste of you on his tongue as he growls obscenities into your neck. It's as if all of his frustration and anger from the past few weeks have been channeled into this moment, and there's nothing left but raw animal lust driving him deeper inside you with every passing second.

You can feel it building inside him, feel the tension in his body growing tenser by the second as he nears his climax; and just as you think you might scream from the pleasure of it all, he gives one last hard thrust that rocks your entire body forward onto the floor and fills you with his hot seed. His body shud

uders as he releases your throbbing core with one final thrust deep inside you. Your body convulses around him in time with his orgasm, milk spurting out of you and coating his cock as he empties himself into the condom that somehow managed to stay on through all of this. As his release slowly ebbs away, he collapses forward onto your trembling form, his weight pinning you helplessly beneath him.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you try to catch your breath, feeling the warmth of his chest against your skin and the hard muscle of his abs pressing into your back. It's a strange mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your veins, leaving you more than a little confused about what just happened between you.

As if sensing your confusion, Blake grunts out something that might be an apology before rolling off to the side, leaving you sprawled on the cold floor once more. You want to hate him for what he's done, but the feel of his cum leaking out of you only serves as a reminder of how good it felt when he was inside you. Maybe... maybe there's something more here than just the games you thought you were playing.