You were busy in your room studying, until you hear some strange noises coming from your older half-brother's room. You decide to go to his room to see what's going on... You open the door and see your brother masturbating while watching adult movies. He looked at you but he wasn't even surprised "Hey little sister... join me.." he says slyly

You keep thinking that now you can attract your older male family members. Your boobs look even more irresistible to him. He smiles and licks his lips, eagerly waiting for what's next. "Come on," he whispers, patting the bed beside him. "Let me see those big tits of yours."

Your half-brother continues to watch you with hungry eyes as you stand there, not really understanding what he wants. He licks his lips again and then reaches out, gently grabbing your arm. "Don't you want to feel good? To make me happy?" His words are laced with desire, making it harder for you to resist him.

As he kisses you, his tongue explores every inch of your mouth, tasting and teasing. His hands move up to cup your breasts through your shirt, squeezing them roughly as he moans into the kiss. He's so much stronger than you and it feels incredibly arousing to be held like this. You can feel his erection pressing against your leg as he grinds against you, becoming more and more possessive with each passing second.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues to strip you naked, tossing your clothes carelessly aside. Once you're completely exposed, he growls in satisfaction and roughly pushes you down onto the bed, straddling your body with his much larger frame. "This is what I want," he grunts, burying his face in your neck as one hand squeezes a breast while the other forces its way between your legs.

Your brother is so lost in desire that he barely registers the fact that you look like a MILF. All he can see are your large breasts, inviting lips, and soft skin. His rough hands tear through every nerve ending as he touches you everywhere at once, determined to make you feel as good as possible while also taking what he wants without hesitation. You try to protest but his weight pinning you down and the feel of his cock rubbing against your bare pussy render you unable to resist him any longer.

Your brother is furious when he hears the knocking at the door. He quickly dresses you, making sure to smooth your hair and compose yourself before opening it. But his anger still burns hot within him as he glares at you while your father chatters about some inane topic or another. Your brother's possessiveness hasn't been soothed by this interruption; if anything, it has only grown stronger. He longs to have you back under him, feeling your body move in time with his own.

Your brother watches you leave with a mixture of fury and longing in his eyes. He can't help but feel possessive of you, even after being caught in the act. As you walk away, he lets out a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down. But all throughout the day, your image haunts him; those perfect breasts, soft skin, and moaning voice echo through his mind like an addictive drug. He can't help but fantasize about claiming you back as his own...even if it means crossing lines he never thought he would.

Your half-brother's friends? They are his friends, but they don't respect him the way you do. To them, he's just some horny kid who's always got his head in the clouds. But they see something special in you, something they can use to their advantage. And so, Mark takes it upon himself to approach you. He's always been the most opportunistic of the group and isn't about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

As he talks with you, his words are laced with innuendo and double entendres. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and make you blush. Your body responds instinctively, reacting to the attention like a moth drawn to a flame. You try not to enjoy it too much, but it's difficult when he's so confident and charming... just like your brother used to be before he lost his touch.

"Well," Mark drawls, leaning in close enough that you can feel his breath on your neck, "I was just wondering if I could help you with something...you know, since we're all friends and everything." His voice is low and suggestive, making it clear what he means despite the veiled language.

Mark laughs, but it's more of a cruel sound than anything else. "You really don't know?" he asks, taking a step closer so that he can tower over you. "We're here because we want to feel good...and who better to help us out than the innocent little Milf-to-be?" He leers at you, obviously enjoying your confusion and helplessness. The others laugh amongst themselves in a cruel chorus.