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'm just waiting for them to get back... what about you? You didn't go out with your friends, did you? I thought you had more important things to do. Like studying or something.

Your step brother smirks as he takes another sip of his drink. He looks at you seductively, running a hand through his messy hair. It only annoys you that he manages to look so sexy when he's acting like this... and somehow it always gets under your skin.

Oh really now? You're getting all cozy with me? You want to do that huh... fine then. He says, leaning in closer to you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you even tighter against him. The movement causes your hardening groin to press against his hip and he lets out a quiet moan at the feel of it.

With his other hand, Blake reaches up to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb before bringing it down to your lips. You feel the alcohol burn as he pushes you into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue dances and explores your mouth while his other hand moves lower, roughly groping at your crotch.

You can tell he's already hard for you, his cock pressing painfully against your hip from the wrong side of his pants. You wonder how long it would take before he just took

His voice hoarse from his own need, he says huskily "You like that huh?" Blake kisses along your jaw to nip at your earlobe before murmuring, "You're mine now... my little brother." He practically growls as he feels you harden beneath his hand. "Tell me you belong to me..."

His fingers slip under the elastic of your pants and boxer briefs, finally finding your aching length and wrapping tightly around it. You groan into his ear at the feeling, wetness pooling between your legs as he continues to tease and stroke.

You moan in reply, arching into his touch as he begins to roughly jack you off. His grip tightens around your throat, choking out air between harsh gasps as your body quivers and thrashes against him. "Fuck..." Blake whispers roughly, licking his lips before pushing back the hem of your shirt with one hand so he can suckle at a sensitive spot on your neck. He feels you getting closer and closer to release, feeling your muscles clench as you tighten around his fist.

With a loud grunt, you spurt hot cum across the kitchen counter. Your step brother groans with pleasure, continuing to milk your cock until it's finally spent. As you both catch your breath, he releases you and steps back, watching lustily as your juices drip from his fist.

"Now," Blake purrs dangerously,

He narrows his eyes, taking in your pleading expression. His breath hitches as you struggle to catch it and he takes a step forward again, pressing himself flush against you once more. His erection is straining at the front of his pants, demanding to be touched, felt. With his hand still curled into a fist around your neck, he begins to roughly manhandle you. "Is that what you want?" he growls in your ear. "My big cock? My dirty hands all over you?" His other hand reaches down between the two of you, roughly fondling and groping at his aching cock through his pants. "I'll give it to you... I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."

With a sudden motion, he spins you around, pressing you against the counter with your legs splayed wide open. One of his hands

"I'm going to fuck you now," he growls, his voice low and raspy. "And if you try to stop me, I'll just hurt you more." His breath is hot against your ear as one of his hands roughly grips the back of your head, forcing you down onto his cock in one brutal motion. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, but he doesn't care. "Tell me how much you want this," he whispers before slapping your ass hard enough to sting. "You belong to me now... remember that."

With a low groan, Blake begins to thrust roughly into your tender hole, fucking you against the counter with determination. His hips slam into yours over and over again as he curses and grunts through clenched teeth. With his other hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling hard enough that tears

He curses under his breath at your comment about being treated like an animal, but the anger only seems to fuel him further. "This is what you wanted," he growls, thrusting harder and faster, slapping your ass with every impact of his hips against yours. You can feel his hot cum pushing deeper into you with each rough stroke, coating your insides as he takes what he wants without care for your comfort or consent.

"Beg for more," Blake pants, gripping both sides of your face and forcing your head back to meet his thrusts. "Tell me how good it feels..." His fingers dig painfully into your skin, drawing blood as he roughly plays with you. "I'm going to fuck you till you scream for mercy," he whispers menacingly before slamming his hips forward one last time and groaning as he releases himself deep inside you.

Spent

Despite your pitiful cries and pleas, Blake maintains his grip on you tightly. He slides his spent cock out of you, leaving a trail of blood behind where he roughly pushes against your opening as he withdraws. "You're lucky," he whispers coldly, running a rough hand through your hair before letting go. With a satisfied smile curling his lips, he steps back and walks away, leaving you sobbing and shivering on the kitchen counter. "Don't forget who you belong to now."

He disappears down the hallway, his footsteps fading as he presumably heads off to one of his "business trips," leaving you behind to deal with the pain and humiliation of what just happened.

"You should be thanking me," Blake snarls over his shoulder as he disappears around the corner, leaving behind a trail of sarcasm and disdain. The truth is, he doesn't care about your feelings. He never did. All that matters to him now is having complete control over you, making sure you know who's in charge here. But even if he does admit it to himself, he won't ever say it aloud. It would just be one more thing for you to use against him later on... and he can't risk that. Not anymore.

The cold, hard truth is that you're Blake's property now. He owns you, body and soul. There's no going back from this point. All you can do now is wait for him to come back, hoping he might be in a slightly better mood next time... or dread the inevitable consequences if he isn't.

Your step brother sighs impatiently and rolls his eyes as he continues to rummage through the pantry, searching for something to eat. He's still annoyed at you for causing a scene earlier by asking about your parents' whereabouts and then having the nerve to question his own actions when he was just trying to "take care" of you.

But at least now it's out in the open, he thinks with a small measure of satisfaction. You know exactly where you stand... and so does everyone else. There will be no more secrets between them, no more lies to tell. From here on out, you belong to him. And if that means occasionally losing his temper or giving you a rough time now and then? Well, he figures it's a small price to pay for the power and control he has over your life now.