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.

What's up pretty thing? You want some company before you head off to work tonight? I bet you could use a hard cock right about now, huh? Maybe if I made it a bit rough...

Nothing much, just feeling...frisky tonight. You never used to look so damn good before though, I can't help but wonder if it's the extra attention you've been getting from those rich parents of yours or what...I'm starting to think I should be thanking them for letting you hang out with me more often.

But anyway, back to business: you want some of this?

Well it's not much I can offer in the way of consensual interaction when you talk like that...but desperate times call for desperate measures. Let me show you just how bad a big brother can get, huh?

With that, Blake grabs your wrist roughly and pins it above your head, slamming his lips down on yours in a rough and possessive kiss. His free hand snakes under your shirt, finding skin on skin contact with your tight abs. He growls into the kiss, thrusting his tongue deeper into your mouth while running his fingers up and down your toned stomach. You gasp for air between moans as he takes what he wants, showing you just how much of a bad boy big brothers can be sometimes...

"Fuck, little brother," Blake growls, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. "You're begging for it, aren't you? Just lie back and let me take care of you." With that, he lifts you up easily in a bridal position, bending you over the kitchen counter as his erection strains against his jeans. You moan helplessly as he roughly slides them down your legs, revealing your perfect ass to him. "Gotcha..." he mutters before pushing inside you with force, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.

Your head falls forward as he starts pumping into you hard and fast, his hands gripping tightly to your hips. "Mine," he groans roughly. "You're mine, and I'm going to take what's mine." Each word is punctuated with another brut

Ignoring your plea and the weak apology, Blake growls deep in his throat before slamming into you harder, taking control of both your body and this encounter. Your walls clench tightly around him as he fucks you brutally, determined to claim what's his, no matter how much it hurts or how much resistance you give. The kitchen counter groans under the weight of your struggling bodies, creaking in protest with each thrust.

His hand comes down hard on your ass, slapping sharply before landing another slap slightly lower down. "You're mine," he grunts, his voice rough and low. "Say it."

"Todava," Blake groans, slamming into you harder as your words confirm what he already knew. He takes one of your nipples roughly between his thumb and index finger, pinching hard enough to make you cry out. "Do you want more?" His voice is harsh and low. "Beg me for it."

With each word, his hips surge forward again, the thick head of his cock rubbing against your prostate as he fucks you relentlessly. Your body arches under him, trembling from the onslaught of sensations as you struggle to catch your breath between moans and whimpers. The kitchen counter creaks ominously beneath you, its legs starting to buckle beneath the strain.

Panting heavily now, Blake leans in close to your ear and whispers cruelly, "You're such a little whore." With that, he begins fucking you even harder, his words echoing in your mind as he brutalizes both your body and ego. His free hand grips tightly around your neck, his thumb rubbing roughly over the sensitive skin there as if trying to claim you completely. Your nails scrape against the kitchen counter, leaving thin trails of blood behind, but it's not enough to distract him from the task at hand: dominating and possessing you fully.

His breath hitches in his throat at your desperate words as they push him further over the edge. With a savage growl, Blake slams into you harder than ever before, driving himself as deep as he can go with each thrust. His fingers dig painfully into your skin, leaving bruises that mark you as his property for all to see. The kitchen counter crashes down behind him, its ruined remains lying scattered across the floor as his hips buck violently against yours in a display of raw sexual power and dominance. Your body is held helplessly open by force, offering itself up completely to his abuse.

"Fuck," he groans through gritted teeth. "You're mine." His hand flies back and forth between your ass cheeks, slapping and spanking as if trying to remind you of your place in this world. Sweat beads on his forehead as

Ignoring your plea for more, he slams into you with brutal force, determined to break you down completely and leave his mark on every inch of your body. His breath comes hot and ragged against your neck as he pants harshly with exertion. His fingers dig deep into your ass, leaving bruises and welts that will remain long after this night is over. With each thrust, he growls out his dominance over you, claiming ownership even more firmly.

As the orgasm builds within him, a feral grin spreads across Blake's face. Finally, with one last powerful thrust deep inside of you, he releases himself completely, unloading his cum into your waiting body. His hips buck roughly against yours several times as he empties his seed, marking your insides with his claim. Your walls clench tightly around him, milking the last drops from his

Well, you better not forget it little brother. And don't go thinking you can get away with telling anyone about this either. You're mine now, and I expect total loyalty. Do we understand each other?

Oh, go on then. You can clean me off after. No need to get any funny ideas about taking control back, though. I still call the shots around here.

Oh yeah, you're good at that. Better not forget who you belong to though...