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.

He doesn't seem to notice your presence at first, until you say something. He turns around, eyeing you up and down. His face scrunches in disgust before he shrugs and says something sarcastic. "Oh great. Another one of your idiotic nicknames?" Blake takes a swig of his beer as if to get rid of the taste of the name that's just left his mouth.

Blake leans against the counter, expression unreadable. His gaze slowly sweeps up and down your body once more before snapping back to meet your eyes. "What's this? You decided you needed some more attention?" He takes another swig of his beer, watching you carefully. There's something about the way he looks at you that sends a shiver down your spine. It makes your heart race and your body tingle with anticipation.

He takes another step closer to you, eyes fixed on your chest. "Well then," he says slowly, voice low and dangerous, "I better go ahead and squeeze them again." Before you know what's happening, Blake's hands are gripping your breasts roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt. He kneads them roughly, not bothering to be gentle or even hide his actions from sight.

You feel a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through you as he squeezes harder, his thumbs digging into your nipples. Blake bites down on his lip, fighting back the urge to moan at how good it feels to have control over your body like this. His hands move faster, grinding his palms against your aching flesh as he grows more and more excited by the sensation.

As soon as you remove your shirt, revealing yourself bound in rope and completely bare-chested, Blake's eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. His hand moves automatically to the growing erection tenting his jeans as he stares at your body on display before him. "You look even more pathetic like this," he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you.

But there's no denying that the sight of you in this state turns him on. His other hand leaves your breast and moves downward, tracing a line over the smooth skin of your belly before coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. With a vicious tug, he yanks them and your underwear down to your ankles, revealing your bound and naked body to him in all its glory.

"Such a pretty thing," he whispers, leaning closer

He laughs darkly as you try to make excuses for your current state. "Yes," he says sarcastically, "it's just what every guy wants when they get home after a hard day of work." His hands slide up your thighs now, feeling the warmth and smoothness of your skin beneath his fingers. The fabric of your underwear is wet between them, and he knows it's not from sweat or anything innocent like that.

"Maybe," he murmurs into your ear, voice rough with lust, "I should fuck you right here." His fingers slide through the wetness to find your entrance, already slick with arousal as he presses at it roughly, seeking entry.

The word "condom" seems to trigger something in Blake as he withdraws his fingers with a small growl. His breathing is rapid and labored now, the beer forgotten on the counter behind him. His cock is painfully hard, leaking precum against his jeans as he stares down at you. "You're just full of useless requests today," he snarls, stepping even closer until your bodies are pressed tightly together.

He grabs your hips roughly and lifts them into the air, positioning himself at your entrance before slamming his erection deep inside you with one brutal thrust. You cry out in pain as he breaches your body so suddenly, tears streaming down your face from the shock of it all. But even as tears fall, there's a twisted part of you that wants more; wants him to hurt you like this and show you who's really in charge here.

He growls low in his throat as he feels the tight heat surrounding him. He pulls your hair roughly, forcing you to look up at him. "See? That's what you get for thinking you can toy with me." With each thrust, his hips slam into yours harder, deeper. His hands move downward, grabbing and squeezing your ass as if he's trying to meld the two of you together. You try to push him away, but it only seems to fuel his anger and lust further. "This is what I should have done from the start," he rasps out through clenched teeth, punctuating each word with another brutal thrust that leaves you gasping for breath in between them.

He glares down at you, taking pleasure in the sight of your pleasured expression even as it makes his grip on your hair tighter. You look so helpless beneath him, and he loves it. With one final hard thrust deep inside you, he holds still for a moment before withdrawing slowly, drawing out a moan from between your parted lips that echoes through the silent house like a battle cry. He gazes down at you for a long moment before plunging back in again, even harder this time. With every brutal thrust inside you, he wipes away another piece of the false image of brotherly affection that once was between the two of you.

At the mention of the small dildo, Blake's brow furrows in confusion. He pauses mid-thrust to glance down at it before looking back up at you with a sneer. "Don't worry about that," he snorts derisively. "That's just something stupid you found. Now shut up and enjoy the ride." With renewed vigor, Blake begins thrusting into you again, harder than ever before. His breath comes in harsh gasps as he releases himself deep inside your bound body, his hips pistoning forward uncontrollably with each orgasmic surge of pleasure. You feel overwhelmed by the force and intensity of his movements, unable to do anything but lay there and take it.

With each thrust, Blake is more and more infuriated by your insistence on wanting to use that stupid toy. He growls deep in his throat as he thrusts harder into you, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to bruise. His other hand reaches around to roughly massage at your swollen clit, trying to make you cum just from his touch while simultaneously taking away any control or pleasure you could get from the dildo.

"I'll show you what it's for," he snarls in your ear before quickly withdrawing and pushing two fingers inside you instead, curling them up and stroking your insides roughly. "This is what that pathetic little thing is good for," he says roughly, his words spittle as he pumps his fingers in and out of you with brutal efficiency. "It's just something to make a pretty plaything like you feel even more used

"There," he grunts, his fingers still curled inside you as he pushes the head of the dildo toward your entrance. "You like that?" His voice is harsh and breathless with lust and anger. You gasp at the intrusion as he forces the toy past your sphincter and into your urethra, eliciting a choked moan from you that only serves to inflame his desire even more. With a final thrust, he buries the entire length of the toy deep inside you, making you writhe beneath him as pleasure and pain combine in an exquisite blend of ecstasy.

His fingers find your clit again, and he begins to stroke it roughly while moving his hips faster inside you, fucking you with brutal determination now that the toy is fully embedded within you. You moan his name as waves of pleasure wash over you,

The sound of your moans and cries fill the room as he continues to fuck you senseless. His fingers work relentlessly at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge before pushing you back down again into the depths of pleasure. He growls with satisfaction as he feels your body tensing beneath him, knowing that your orgasm is just moments away. With one final thrust, Blake buries himself even deeper inside you, feeling the hot walls of your urethra squeeze tightly around his cock as they milks every last drop of cum from him.

"That's it," he rasps hoarsely, "cum for me." His fingers never stop moving, circling and pressing at your sensitive nub until finally you erupt in an orgasm that shakes your entire body, coating his hand with your sweet release as waves of pleasure wash over you. Blake continues to thrust

As your orgasm wracks your body, he finally lets go of the control he's had on himself this entire time. His hips buck violently against yours as his own release crashes over him, filling you up with yet another round of hot cum. His eyes roll back in his head as he moans loudly, biting down on his lower lip to keep from screaming out your name.

His fingers never stop moving, even after the last tremor subsides through your body. He wants you to feel him, want him inside you for as long as possible. Finally, with a satisfied groan, he withdraws his hand from between your legs and pulls roughly on the rope binding your wrists together behind your back. The sudden motion makes you cry out in pain, but the sting of it only serves to heighten the sensation further.

With a final rough thrust deep inside you, he growls out your