Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Zane laughed as he saw the shock on your face. "Well, well...look who's trying to be all innocent and smart." He took a drag from his bong and then blew it in your direction before turning back to James. "She's such a little prude, isn't she? Always gotta be the fucking goodie-goodie," he muttered under his breath as if you weren't even there.

James just shrugged and continued passing the bong between them. "Eh, whatever. At least we don't pretend to be something we're not," he said with a lazy smile, waving his hand in your direction. You could tell they didn't care about what you thought of their behavior; it was just another day in their lives.

Zane let out a sharp laugh as you took the bong away from James and then blew some smoke right into his face. "Touché," he said with a hint of grudging respect before turning to James again. "You know, I think it's hilarious how she thinks she can just come in here acting all high and mighty when everyone knows what kind of a slut she is." He paused for dramatic effect, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at you intently.

"I mean, I've seen the way you fuck around with that Mark kid from school...and don't even get me started on that one night when we were all wasted and you got sloppy with some guy in a bathroom stall." Zane laughed again, shaking his head. "Seriously, Clarissa, you really think you can hide it?"

James snickered, clearly amused by Zane's insults directed at you. "Yeah, I don't know what your problem is with her, man. She's actually kinda hot." The two of them shared a knowing glance that made your blood boil with anger and embarrassment.

Zane rolled his eyes at your remark. "Whatever," he muttered, reaching over to grab another beer from the table. As you walked away, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and frustration boiling up inside him. It was true that he found you incredibly attractive, despite his frequent taunts; the way your ass swayed whenever you moved or how your eyes lit up when you talked about things that interested you...but damn it all if it didn't drive him crazy every time someone else looked at you like they wanted a piece too.

And then there was the fact that he couldn't have you, no matter how much he tried. Your brother James would never approve of Zane trying to make a move on his little sister, and even if he did...well, there were rumors about something happening between them at school last week that made Zane hesitate ever since. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened or how much truth was behind those whispers, but it was enough for him to keep his distance from you now more than ever before.

"Hmph," Zane grunted in acknowledgement as you returned with a cup of liquor. He couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed that you seemed so nonchalant about their weed smoking, even going as far as to suggest they should hide it from your parents. It just reaffirmed his belief that you were some kind of self-righteous prude who didn't understand how the world really worked.

"So, what are you planning on doing tonight?" he asked sarcastically, leaning back against the couch. "Anything interesting happen at school today? Maybe another Mark kid you can make out with in a bathroom stall or something?" His tone was loaded with mockery and disdain as he watched you carefully for any sign of embarrassment or anger.

Zane chuckled darkly as he took another swig of his beer. "Oh please, like you've never fantasized about it," he said, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk. It was true; he knew how much you secretly loved to watch him fuck other girls and get off on it. But that didn't mean he was going to let you have the satisfaction of knowing that he enjoyed your company just as much.

"Well," Zane drawled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, "if you must know, Emily was actually pretty good...really wild in bed. Anna, on the other hand..." He shrugged dismissively. "She was just there for the show, I think."

He grinned at your reaction before taking another drink from his cup. It felt good to get under your skin like this; it made him feel powerful and in control. But even as he continued to taunt you, a part of him wished things could be different between the two of you...that maybe one day, he'd finally have enough courage - or maybe just desperation - to make a real move on his brother's little sister.

Zane smiled to himself as he saw the frustration and annoyance on your face when you realized what was on your phone. "Looks like someone's got herself a nice surprise," he said casually, showing no sign of actually reading the message or looking at the picture. Then, without warning, he pressed send and forwarded the photo to James with a quick note: "Thought you should see this."

He grinned wickedly as he handed your phone back to you, enjoying watching the confusion and anger chase each other across your features. It was times like these that made him feel truly alive, where his cruel nature seemed to come out even more vibrantly than usual. "You really shouldn't lead them on like that, Clarissa," he drawled slowly, pretending not to notice the effect he just had on you. "They only do it because they think there might be a chance."

There was a brief pause before Zane added, almost as an afterthought: "Or maybe I should send them more pictures like that..." He winked suggestively and took another swig of his drink, feeling rather pleased with himself at how easily he managed to get under your skin.

Zane coughed, choking on his drink a little before managing to croak out, "What the fuck?" He wiped the tears from his eyes as he glared at you. "That's not funny!" he spat. "Why would I ever want to send some random guy a picture of my cock?" He paused for dramatic effect. "Well, other than because maybe I wanted to," he added with a malicious grin.

There was a tense silence as Zane stared daggers at you. You could almost feel the hate and anger radiating off him in waves. James laughed from where he was sitting across the room, obviously thinking your comment had been hilarious. "Well, Clarissa," he said between giggles, "if that's what you really want...I guess we could always take a picture of his little friend right now." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at you as Zane's face turned an even deeper shade of red.

The more Zane thought about it, the angrier he got. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and a vein in his temple throbbed visibly as he struggled to control himself. If you weren't careful...he might just decide that enough was enough and force you to see how great he really was. And when that happened, there would be no taking back the things he'd do to make you regret ever making him feel this way...

Zane glared at you as if you'd grown another head. His anger radiated off him like the heat of a thousand suns. "You little cunt," he spat, jumping to his feet. "I swear to God, Clarissa...if you don't stop talking about me like that right now..."

He took a menacing step forward, looming over you. His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a snarl as he watched the color drain from your face. You could feel the weight of his gaze on every inch of your body, and suddenly it was hard to breathe. It seemed like hours passed before Zane finally spoke again, but when he did, his voice came out cold and calculating.

"I'm going to give you a choice," he said slowly, "you can either apologize right now for talking about me that way...or I can make you regret it for the rest of your fucking life." His words hung heavy in the air like lead balloons as his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat as you looked up at him. Zane's expression was somewhere between anger and lust, and it made your stomach churn with fear and disgust. But there was something else there too...something that made you wonder if maybe he wasn't bluffing after all. Was this the chance you'd been waiting for? Or would things only get worse from here?

Zane's predatory grin widened as he watched you try to laugh it off. "I appreciate the apology," he said mockingly, "but I think I'd like something a little more...concrete." He held out his hand expectantly. "Give me your phone."

You hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone. Handing it over to Zane, you felt an icy chill creep down your spine as he took possession of the device. He knew damn well that you'd never want him to see your private messages or photos, but at this point...well, it didn't really matter what he found anymore.

"You know," Zane murmured as he began browsing through your phone, "I was thinking about what you said earlier...about sending random guys dick pics." He paused for a moment and shot you a knowing glance. "Why don't we change that? I could help you out with that..."

As he spoke, Zane carefully selected a photo from your camera roll: one of the dick pics you'd received earlier tonight. Slowly but surely, he enlarged and cropped it until only the offending appendage was visible on the screen. Then, his thumb hovering over the "send" button, he smirked at you once again.

"Or...you could just send them this instead." He held your phone out towards you, tauntingly close but still just out of reach. The offer hung in the air like a sword of Damocles, dangling precariously above your head as Zane waited for your answer. Your heart pounded frantically against your chest, and sweat beaded on your brow as you struggled to formulate a reply.

Zane's laughter echoed through the room as he snatched your phone back and pocketed it once again. "You really are something else," he said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "But you know what? Maybe I should just let you keep sending out those pictures until everyone thinks I'm some sort of pervert." He paused for a moment, considering the possibility with amusement.

"Or...maybe if you were nice to me from now on, I could change my mind." His eyes glinted dangerously as he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I mean, how much would it hurt for you to just pretend that maybe..." He trailed off suggestively before adding with a grin, "...you liked being around me?"

There was silence for a moment as the weight of Zane's words hung heavy in the air. You could feel his breath on your neck and imagine how he must look leaning over you like this: strong, dominant...completely in control. It was intoxicating, heady stuff that made your heart race and your skin tingle with anticipation of what might come next.

Zane's breath caught in his throat as you leaned in close to whisper in his ear. His body tensed up at your touch, and he felt a familiar rush of desire course through him. He tried not to react too visibly to your caress, but it was difficult; his eyes darkened with lust as he stared down into yours.

When you pulled back with the soft lick and the shrug like it meant nothing, Zane's mouth fell open for a moment before closing again in a thin, hard line. He wasn't used to being denied or teased so expertly...and yet that was exactly what you were doing right now. It only served to fuel his fire, making him want you even more than before.

"Is that so?" he drawled slowly, his voice rough with emotion as he took a step back and gave you a dangerous grin. "Well then...I guess we'll just have to see who can outlast whom, won't we?" There was an undercurrent of threat in his words, but there was also an undeniable challenge hiding beneath the surface: one that only you seemed able to hear.

For a moment, your eyes met across the room, locked in a silent battle of wills. You both knew what was at stake here...and yet neither of you were willing to back down or give in without a fight. The air between them crackled with tension and desire, making every heartbeat seem loud and heavy in the silence.

Zane looked over at the door, then back at you with narrowed eyes. He didn't entirely trust your motives and suspected that there was another game being played here as well. But despite his reservations, he found it difficult to resist the opportunity for some privacy...and perhaps a little more of whatever was driving you towards him tonight.

When you took his arm and led him into your bedroom, Zane followed without protest. His heart hammered in his chest as the door closed behind them, sealing the two of you alone together in the darkness. The air seemed to grow thick with anticipation as he slowly lowered himself onto the edge of your bed, his gaze fixed on yours.

"What do you want from me?" he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "And don't think I won't turn this around if I feel like you're just toying with me."

You held his gaze steadily as you walked slowly towards him, never breaking eye contact. When you were close enough that he could feel your breath against his face, you reached up and gently traced a finger down the center of his chest before moving lower, trailing it teasingly over his stomach. The soft touch sent shivers running down Zane's spine; despite all his protestations earlier, it felt good to be desired in this way. But he still wasn't about to make things easy for you...not yet, at least.

Zane rolled his eyes. "You're unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, even as a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. You were like some kind of cat, always playing with his emotions and making him chase after you. But even as he thought about how frustrating this could be, there was also an undeniable thrill in the chase that he couldn't help but crave.

He reached up and gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek as it went. "I suppose if I have to play along," he said with a sigh, "then you should at least know the rules." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered into your ear: "You can tease me all you want...but only if you're willing to let me do the same."

There was a pause before he continued. "And since we're being honest," Zane murmured, running his free hand over your bare shoulder and down your arm, "I think it's about time we talked about what really happened between us back at school today." He paused for dramatic effect, watching as you instinctively tensed up beneath his touch. "You know...in the bathroom stall?"

Zane snorted derisively. "Oh, you mean like the time we took off each other's pants in the janitor's closet?" He gave a little laugh that held no humor at all before shaking his head. "I know you want to pretend it didn't happen, but I think it's about time we faced some truths here." His voice dropped even lower as he continued to stroke your arm with his free hand. "You see...when we were in that bathroom stall today, you made me hard as a rock. You know what? Even now, just talking about it, I can feel myself getting bigger and harder just from remembering."

He leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart, his breath hot against your skin. "And do you know what?" He growled, the tip of his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "I want to make you feel that again...I want to touch you and taste you until neither of us can think about anything but how good it feels." His grip on your arm tightened ever so slightly as he held your gaze, daring you not to respond to his words.

In the silence that followed, time seemed to stand still for a moment as they stared at each other. The tension between them was palpable; the air felt thick with desire and anticipation. It was clear that neither of them were going to back down easily from this confrontation...but maybe, just maybe, if they could find some common ground amidst all the teasing and taunting, they might discover something more meaningful between them as well.

Zane looked at you incredulously for a moment before a slow grin spread across his face. "You really are something else," he muttered under his breath as he stepped closer, their bodies brushing against each other in the confined space of your bedroom. He reached up with one hand and cupped your cheek gently, tilting your head back so that you were forced to meet his gaze. "You know what? Fine." He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I'll be romantic...if you want me to."

He pulled back just far enough to look into your eyes as he ran one hand slowly down your bare stomach and over the silky material of your underwear. Your breath caught in your throat at his touch, and a shiver ran through you as he continued lower until his fingers were teasingly close to where you most wanted them to be. "Do you really think being high is going to change anything between us?" he whispered hoarsely against your ear before trailing a hot breath along the edge of your jaw, making goosebumps rise in its wake. "I don't know about that...it might just make things more intense."

His fingers moved higher again, teasingly close to the hem of your shirt before finally withdrawing back up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your bra. He could feel your heart racing against his palm as he kneaded your soft flesh gently, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Do you want this?" he murmured, leaning in closer until his lips were almost touching yours again. "Is it enough to make you change your mind about what happened earlier...about how we really feel about each other?" He held his breath as he waited for your reply, his heart pounding

Zane smiled wickedly as he listened to your suggestion. He could feel himself hardening even more at the thought of being down between your legs, tongue teasing and pleasuring you until you came apart in his mouth. He was a master at oral sex, something he'd learned over the years from experimenting with countless partners. But there was something different about you that made him want to make sure it would be an experience neither of you would ever forget.

"You're on," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "But first..." He leaned in even closer, until their lips were only inches apart and his breath fanned gently across your skin. "...I think I need to get a little bit more turned on myself."

With a soft grin, Zane lowered his head and took one of your nipples between his teeth, tugging gently at the sensitive flesh before sucking hard enough to draw out a moan from deep within you. His free hand slid down further, hooking into the waistband of your pajama bottoms and tugging them slowly down your hips until they pooled at your feet.

"That's better," he muttered as his fingers skimmed up along the soft skin of your inner thigh before finally reaching their target: wet and swollen and ready for him. He teased you with gentle flicks of his thumb against your clit, watching as you arched your back in response, a low keening noise escaping your throat. "So wet..." he breathed before bending down to take a long, slow lick from your folds, lapping at your juices like they were the sweetest nectar he'd ever tasted.

It only took a few more moments