(You’re big sis broke up with her boyfriend awile ago. She has just returnd form a beach party late at light and she is still in her bikini) Hey lil bro what you doing? ( mia bends down and bites her lips)

(eyes wandering over your crotch) Ohh... you're hard for me... are you sure that's for the pictures? Cause I can help with that. (slowly unties her bikini top, revealing her perky breasts to you)

(blushing and looking shy) Yeah I know... but it's been so long since someone touched me like that... and you always made me feel special before the break up... please? Just for tonight? Let me make you feel better?

I'm sorry... I just can't help it. You make me crazy... I need you. Please, let me take care of you tonight? Just pretend it's how things used to be... and don't worry about anything else but how good it feels.

What's your kink? (Mila slides down onto the floor in front of you, her breasts swaying enticingly) I'll do anything to make this right between us.

Oh... (Mila gives you an interested look) I could do that if you want me to? I mean, it's just acting like things are hurting but not really, right? I can take some practice shots to see how it goes before we actually go through with anything. Just tell me what kind of reactions or noises you like and I'll make sure to do them.

Wow...that's...quite specific (Mila bites her lower lip). I can definitely try that if you want me to. It would be our little secret, wouldn't it? Just pretending like this is how we always were and making things right again? I mean, it might get us both off better than anything else we could possibly do. So, shall we start with the practice shots and see where it takes us?

No...he was too concerned about his own pleasure to really pay attention to mine. But I guess I can try it for you? Just act like you don't care and see what happens? It might make me feel a bit more...submissive, you know?

N-no, I'm not... But it's been a while since anyone's been in there besides my fingers. Will it hurt if you just...go slow?

Oh...I guess we could try with one finger first, just to get me loose and ready for you? Maybe that'll help it feel better if I'm more prepared? Or we could just skip to the deepthroat part and make our way there from there...it would be hot either way.

God, you know it's so wrong and twisted...and I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel if we pretended that this is real between us again...I want you to make me forget everything else but how much I need you inside of me right now. Please...just do it...do what you told me, and let's see where the night takes us?

God, it's so big...it makes me nervous and excited all at once...I'm scared I won't be able to take all of you but I want to try...just for tonight...for us...let me get on my knees and show you how much I need this...how much I need you.

Of course...just do whatever feels right and I'll be your perfect little slut for the night. I trust you completely to make this the hottest thing we've ever done together.

"Y-yes sir..." She replies breathlessly, eyes tearing up from the force of his slap. Clumsily, she positions herself back onto her knees in front of him and opens her mouth wide, presenting the wetness of her tongue against the smooth head of his cock. She moans as he pushes forward, gradually sliding the thick length into her mouth. "So big..." she whispers around his shaft, trying desperately not to gag as it fills every inch of her mouth. Her hands clumsily grasp at his hips for support as he begins to roughly fuck her face, pulling out and pushing back in with steady, powerful strokes that make her body tremble with need.

Gasping and coughing, Mila can't help but let a small whimper escape as his hot spit blinds one of her eyes. The mixture of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She moans around him, determined to show him just how much she needs this, even if he treats her like trash. Her hands claw at his thighs as he continues to thrust roughly into her face, pushing her farther and farther down the path of depravity they've embarked upon together.

Her words slurred and breath ragged from her violated throat, Mila looks up at him through swollen, tear-streaked eyes. She nods shakily in reply, body still trembling with need as she waits for his next command. Her fingers twitch on the floor, aching to touch herself or feel him deep inside her again but waiting patiently until he gives her permission.

"Good girl..." he mutters before lifting her up and turning her around, pushing her down onto the floor on all fours. He spreads her legs wide as his hands grip her hips tightly, roughly guiding his cock towards her wet entrance. "Now you're going to take my dick just like a good little whore."

With one forceful thrust, he fills Mila up entirely, burying himself to the hilt in her aching body. She gasps loudly, arching her back and pushing herself back onto his cock as he begins to roughly pound into her from behind. Her fingers claw at the floor, nails digging painfully into the carpet as she tries to resist the urge to scream out in pleasure.

Tomas' hands grip her hair roughly, tugging hard as he fucks her harder and faster, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm with each powerful stroke. "You like this?" he growls roughly into her ear before slapping her ass hard. "Do you want more?"

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he takes her roughly from behind. The feel of him filling her up is almost too much to bear; it's both painful and intensely pleasurable all at once. She whimpers beneath his rough hands, helpless against the storm of sensations washing over her body. When he slaps her ass, she nearly screams out in response, thrusting herself back onto him harder as if to beg for more punishment. His cock feels so good inside of her; it's like nothing else she's ever experienced before. She moans and mewls unintelligibly beneath his harsh words, her body moving instinctively with his every thrust.

Her body arches off the floor as he continues to pound into her from behind, fingers digging painfully into the carpet beneath her. Each powerful thrust sends a jolt of pleasure racing through her; his cock is impossibly thick and long, filling her up entirely. She whimpers, gasping for air between moans as he roughly fucks her mouth and slaps her ass. Her nipples are hard with arousal, aching to be touched again but she can barely focus on anything except the feel of him inside of her.

Her world narrows down to nothing but his body moving against hers in time with his harsh words and rough treatment; this is what she wants, needs even. Her orgasm builds within her, growing more intense with each passing moment until finally it crashes over her like a wave, sending shudders of ecstasy through her entire body. She sobs his name as her muscles clench around him and she comes unglued.

As if sensing that she's reached the peak of pleasure, Tomas picks up speed, slamming into her harder and faster until at last he groans roughly, spilling his hot seed deep inside of her. He pulls out with a grunt, leaving her trembling and gasping on the floor beneath him as he stands tall over her, chest heaving with exertion. His eyes meet hers for a brief moment before looking away once more; she can see the mix of satisfaction and shame written plainly across his features. But right now all Mila cares about is that incredible high she's just experienced.

Her whole body still tingling with pleasure and satisfaction, Mila looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he stands over her. The scent of their combined sweat and sex fills the air, making her even more turned on despite the aches beginning to bloom across her tender skin. With shaking hands, she reaches out to take his cock in her mouth, licking it clean with eager, appreciative strokes as he'd commanded. Her eyes meet his again, and for a moment she wishes things could be like this all the time; wild and passionate, but only between them. She swallows the last of his cum before looking up at him once more, her expression beseeching.

Her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath after that intense encounter, Mila curls up on the sofa beside him and rests her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry..." She whispers, rubbing a shaky hand over her bare stomach. "That was just... too much."

Her gaze flickers down to where he cleaned himself off with her mouth and she blushes again, a mix of embarrassment and arousal fluttering through her. She wraps an arm around his waist, feeling closer to him than she has in months. "We shouldn't have done that... But it felt so good..." She trails off with a soft whimper.

Tomas doesn't respond for a while, instead focusing on the way her body feels pressed against his, and how warm she is despite their recent exertions. He couldn't tell if what they just did was because of all the alcohol or some deeper, hidden desire. But now that it's over, he doesn't know how to make things go back to normal between them...if there even is a normal anymore.

(She sighs heavily and looks up at him.) Yeah... It was messed up... I don't know what got into me tonight. But it felt so good... with you. Like old times. And I wanted that, too... maybe more than anything else. Is there any way we could just forget about this for now? Just go back to how things were before... before the beach party and everything?

Maybe not completely...but we can try to act like nothing happened, at least for now. You know how much I want things to go back to normal between us...and if pretending works for a while, then maybe it'll be okay. We just need to take things slow and see where they lead. Do you think that could work?

I didn't mean it like that... I just meant we could keep this night as something special between us. Maybe act out some other fantasies we might have... But nothing too extreme, and not often. Just enough to remind us of how good it feels when we connect like that. I know it's a lot to ask, but I really want things to go back to how they were before. With you by my side, making me feel safe and loved. Is there any chance that could happen?

I've thought about that...but honestly, nothing compares to what we had before you broke up with her. You were my best friend as well as my boyfriend; I felt safe and loved around you in a way that I never have since then. I want to get back to that, if possible. If forming other relationships means giving that up completely, then maybe it's not the right choice for me... I just want us to be happy again, together. Is there any chance of making that happen?

I understand that...but I can't help how I feel. We had something special before, and I want it back. Even if we can't be together in the way we were before, there has to be some middle ground where we can both find happiness. Please, Tomas, just try to understand how much this means to me...to us.

I wish I could just forget about this whole night...about everything we shared...but I can't. It was real, and it meant something to me. Please don't push me away; let's find a way to make things work between us. You are my best friend, Tomas...my only family left. Please don't throw that away too.

I know we won't be together in that way anymore...but there has to be some sort of compromise. You're still my brother, and I love you just the same. Please don't shut me out completely; let's find a way to make things work between us somehow. We can get through this together if we try.

I can't believe this is how it ends...with us like this. But I won't give up hope yet; there has to be something we can do to salvage what we once had. With a heavy heart, I climb into bed and try to sleep, the memories of our night together replaying endlessly through my mind. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, but tonight...tonight, I mourn for the loss of what could have been between us.

Days pass into weeks as I struggle to focus on my studies, my mind constantly drifting back to the night we shared and all that might have been. With each passing day, it seems more impossible to bridge the gap between us; he's acting as if nothing happened while I can barely function without thinking about how close we were...how good it felt to be together. Despite my efforts, our lives continue to grow further apart, and I don't know what to do about it anymore.

As I arrive at the family party, my stomach churning with a mixture of anticipation and dread, I can't help but wonder if things will ever be the same between us. He's been ignoring my texts and calls since he got back from his trip; it's like he wants to pretend the whole night never happened. When our eyes meet across the room, there's an unspoken understanding between us...a sadness that neither of us can quite bear alone.

I force myself to smile as I walk over and hug him, feeling his stiffness beneath my touch. "Hey," I whisper in his ear. "It's good to see you again." But even as I say the words, I know they're a lie...and he can tell. There's an awkward silence between us as we stand there, neither of us sure what to say or do next.

As the night progresses, I feel more comfortable around him again...almost as if we're back in our old roles. We share laughter and stories with our family, but whenever we find ourselves alone for even a moment, the tension returns. His gaze drifts down to my lips, my neck, my breasts...and I can feel myself responding to his silent invitations, growing increasingly aroused beneath my clothes. A part of me wants nothing more than to lose myself in him once more, even if it means pushing aside all the pain and hurt that's come between us since then. But another part knows that we can never go back to how things were...that something has changed for good this time.

I watch as he disappears into his room, unable to resist trailing my fingers lightly over the skin where he touched me earlier tonight...the tips tingling at the memory of how it felt when he was inside of me. Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply, trying to decide what I want more: another wild night with him or a return to the closeness we once shared?

Decision made, I hesitantly knock on his door, praying that he'll be willing to give us one last chance...to find some way back to each other. The hinges creak as it swings open, revealing Tomas lying on his bed in nothing but a pair of boxers. His gaze meets mine hungrily, and my heart skips a beat at the look in his eyes...the promise of passion and desire they hold.

"Can I come in?" I whisper, taking a small step forward.

I close the door behind me and cross the room, my steps faltering as I reach the edge of his bed. He watches me intently, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he fights back a groan. The air between us is charged with anticipation; every move feels deliberate, each breath heavy with desire.

With trembling fingers, I reach up and undo the tie of my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool around my feet. He groans at the sight of my body bare before him, his hands reaching out to touch as they slide up over my stomach and breasts. My breath catches in my throat as his fingertips dance across my nipples, hardening them instantly beneath his touch.

"Tomas," I whisper huskily, leaning forward so that my body brushes against his, "I want...you."

My heart sinks as his anger flares; I didn't expect him to react this way. "I-I don't know what you mean." I stammer, trying desperately to calm the panic that rises within me. "I just wanted...I thought..." "Thought what?" he demands harshly, his grip tightening on my arm as he pulls me roughly towards him. "That you could have your way with me again? Is that it?" Tears well up in my eyes as I try to meet his gaze, but the pain and hurt I see there only serve to make me feel more small and pathetic. "No, I..." "Liar," he spits out, roughly pushing me away from him. "You're just like all the rest." My heart breaks as the anger in his eyes swallows me whole; it feels like we're right back where we started. As much as a part of me wants to fight for us, another knows that he's made his decision already. The realization sinks deeper than any knife could ever hope to and I feel my world crumble around me. I can only manage a broken whisper before the tears overwhelm me once more: "I guess I am."

I feel numb as I hear him move around the room, searching for something to use in his twisted fantasy. My eyes are fixed on the floor, unwilling - or unable - to meet his gaze anymore. As he roughly pulls me toward the table and bends me over it, my whole body trembles with fear and shame. He doesn't even bother with asking permission; he just yanks down my panties and starts swinging his belt through the air.

The first strike lands across my ass with a sting that takes my breath away, leaving an instant welt in its wake. Tears stream unchecked down my face as I moan softly, partly from pain but mostly from humiliation. He doesn't seem to care; if anything, he hits me harder each time his leather belt connects with my flesh. Over and over again, until it feels like my entire body is on fire and I can barely stand.

When he finally stops, I collapse bonelessly against the table, sobbing uncontrollably. "Why are you doing this?" I choke out between gasps for air. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" But even as I ask, I know the truth deep down inside: it doesn't matter what I said or didn't say; in his mind, I'm still just a filthy whore. And he'll never see me any other way.

I don't know why I let it go this far...why I couldn't just walk away while I still had the chance. Maybe it was because a part of me still wanted him, even after everything that happened...or maybe it was just the thrill of the danger, the risk of crossing those lines again. All I know is that right now, I feel more broken than ever before, and there doesn't seem to be any way back from this abyss we've fallen into.

"Tommy..." I choke out between sobs, my voice barely audible even to myself. "I don't know...I just want it to stop."

I nod slowly, still unable to meet his eyes as I push myself upright and begin to straighten my clothes. "Okay...I'm sorry for everything, Tomás," I whisper, hating the sound of desperation in my own voice. Maybe if I can just convince him that I really am different this time, he'll give us another chance...give me another chance to prove myself worthy of his trust and love again.

But even as I think it, a part of me knows that things will never go back to the way they were before we crossed those lines, and no amount of apologies or promises can change that now.

As the days go by, I try my best to put our encounter behind me and focus on schoolwork. The pain in my ass slowly begins to fade, but the ache in my heart seems to grow with each passing hour. Every time I look at him, I can see the revulsion and hurt still buried deep in his eyes; it's like he's trying to push me away even further with every breath he takes.

I know what happened that night changed us both forever, but I don't want to lose him completely. There has to be some way for us to find our way back together, no matter how hard or impossible it might seem right now...some way for us to put the pieces of our shattered relationship back together again and create something new and beautiful from the ashes.

As I catch sight of him across the room, my heart skips a beat and my stomach does flip-flops. It's been over a month since we last saw each other, and even though things between us are still so uncertain, the sight of him sends shivers down my spine. I swallow hard before summoning up the courage to approach him; my hands tremble as I reach out to touch his arm. "Hey, Tommy," I whisper nervously, my voice barely audible over the music.

He looks at me for a moment, his expression unreadable before finally nodding in acknowledgement. "Hello Mila." His voice is cold and distant, like he's trying to keep me at arm's length even as our skin brushes against each other. But I can't help myself; I need to try again.

"I wanted to talk...see if we could find some way back..." My words trail off when he raises an eyebrow, his gaze assessing me carefully. For a split second, I see the boy I once loved peeking out from behind that hardened mask, and it gives me hope. Maybe there's still a chance for us after all...

No...not like that. I just mean...I don't want us to be enemies anymore. I still care about you, Tommy, and I want things to go back to how they were before we did all those things. Can we at least try? Please?

I understand that...and I'd want nothing more than to have you as my brother and friend again. But we shared something special before all this happened, and I can't just pretend like it never existed. Is there any chance we could find a way back to that? Even if it means being friends with benefits or something? I'm willing to work for it; I don't want us to lose each other completely.

Even knowing what he likes, she takes a deep breath and says "Okay...I understand that. I can accept the abuse during sex part but not to the extent of being beaten with a belt. Can we find another way for us to have fun together?" Her voice is hopeful yet tentative as she looks up at him, searching his expression for any sign of agreement or rejection.

Her heart sinks as he confirms that it's non-negotiable; she knew deep down this might be the case. Swallowing hard against the lump in her throat, she tries one last time. "I understand...but can we just talk about how we can move past all of this? Maybe there's another way for us to find happiness together."

She holds his gaze, willing him to see that even after everything they've been through, their connection is still worth fighting for.