Holidays are About Family Pt. 03

"You like it, you can't lie about that," he said as he wiped his face.

I rolled my eyes. "So you can make me orgasm, that doesn't mean shit. My vibrator can, too, woohoo!" Did he feel way better? Yes. Was I ever going to admit that? Absolutely fucking no. "Just untie me already, you had your fun." And so did I.

He tossed the towel and grabbed a handful of my ass, kneading roughly. "Not yet. I made a promise, baby J."

Every muscle in my body froze. My ass clenched. No, no, no. That's why he put me on my stomach.

He pried my tense butt cheeks apart and ran his fingers along my puckered hole. "Relax. I'll be nice. It'll feel good. But you need to relax, ok?" A cool, wet feeling brushed my asshole. He rubbed the lube around, pressing a finger against my tight ring.

My breath came faster as I tugged on my limbs. "Don't. Bruce, I'm serious, I've never-- Don't!"

"Oh," he breathed. "Oh, that's so sweet. I get your anal cherry." He worked the tip of his finger past my sphincter, probing gently with the lube. When I jerked my arms harder, he chuckled. "Is this worse than cumming in your pussy?"

"What is wrong with you?!" I panted. Whichever was worse really didn't matter -- I didn't want either! As his finger dipped in and out of my clenched butthole, I kicked and struggled. He stopped for a minute to climb on top of me and hold me down before returning to stretching out my ass.

Two fingers pushed inside me now. My backside began to burn. I whimpered and tried to unclench my poor, abused ass. He pushed in deeper. Fuck, his cock would be way bigger than his fingers.

"Just... looking for that stick up your butt, Jenny," he mumbled. "That's a good girl, let me in. This is going to happen, and you're gonna love it, like always."

While his fingers swirled in my bowels, I gritted my teeth. "I don't know... what fantasy world you live in... but leave! Me! Out of it! Ah!" My hips jerked as he pulled his fingers out.

The momentary relief immediately disappeared as his cock rested between my ass cheeks. Bruce spread my ass open. "You're my whole world, Jen. You and your beautiful... body. Oh..."

"Ah!" Pressure, burning, stretching. My asshole spasmed. He was inside me. My brother's cock was in my ass!

It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Air puffed in and out of my lungs as I made my body stay very still and not tense up. Imagining slashing his tires and keying his car helped. His cock pushed in another inch. My brother liked his collectibles. Smashing them with a baseball bat would be a great weekend stress-relief activity. I could almost hear their little plastic crunch. Oh, fuck, there's another inch. Nngh...

By the time I felt his pelvis meet my ass, I was whimpering and squirming, my backside burning with the impossibly full sensation inside me. My brother's cock was buried deep in my ass. Of all the fucked up things...

He gave me a few short pumps like he was test-driving my ass. "Oh, yeah. Nice and tight. And no screaming! See, this isn't so bad."

This was horrible. Dicks did not belong in my ass. Especially not this dick. "Yeah... good thing... nngh.... you're so small. That dumb toy was... mmph... probably bigger!"

His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh. Pissing him off wasn't the smartest thing, but I didn't care. He was fucking my ass!

"Stupid bitch." Growling, he pulled out and slammed all the way in, rocking his pelvis against my butt cheeks. Every inward thrust tugged at my ankles as he pounded my body into the bed.

I yelled, but not in pain or discomfort. Was it too much to ask for my body to agree with my mind for once? Panting, I gritted out, "You know what I did... ah... with that tiny violin? I broke it and made a tiny fire! Ah! I'm gonna... nngh... smash all your little figurines one by-- urk!"

Snarling, he grabbed my collar and pulled my head back, choking me into silence. "I liked you better with a gag. You should thank me for taking it out." His cock rammed into me. "You should thank me for using lube." Again, harder. "For stretching you and starting slow." Twice more, faster. "For making you cum! Twice! For so many things, bitch!" He didn't pause now, punishing my ass with deep, long thrusts again and again.

Small bursts of air went in and out of my lungs as Bruce forced himself into me over and over. Odd, not at all unpleasant sensations spread from between my legs. My entire body twitched.

Then he dropped my head and reached around my hips, his fingers rubbing furiously at my clit. Lightning -- pure shock and ecstasy -- singed my nerves.

I yelped. "Ah! Nooo... stop-- stop that!"

Laughing, he rubbed me harder, fucked me faster, and slipped two fingers into my sopping pussy. I was embarrassingly wet. I didn't think I'd like anal, but my body loved my brother's cock, no matter which hole he put it in. Breathing became difficult because I was uncontrollably whimpering and moaning, my pussy spasming around his fingers, my inner muscles gripping his cock.

"I'm too small, huh?" he sneered. "Is that why you're soaking my fingers? You have a thing for tiny dicks? Good thing I'm here to help. I'm gonna fuck you all day long. I'm gonna make you my little bitch."

Drooling into my pillow, half out of my mind, I didn't process his words or even his tone. There was nothing but the overwhelming intensity between my legs, inside my belly, taking over every cell in my body. I was at the crest of a rollercoaster, and there was nowhere to go but down.

Ah, fuck it.

I took a deep breath. "I! Hate! You! Fuck... fuck me! Ahh! Fuck me harder, you fucking bastard!" I screamed. I gave in. The universe contrived to have me fuck my brother, and I had no say in the matter. Fine. I was gonna be the best sex this bastard had ever had.

"Fuck my ass! Don't you dare stop touching my clit! What do you think you're doing?! I said, don't stop! Damnit, Bruce! Fuck me!"

My brother paused in the middle of my tirade, his fingers and cock both shoved deep inside me but not moving. Hah, surprised the crazy pervert. Not my goal, though. I told him to fuck me, and he stopped -- what the hell?!

Oomph. His body crushed mine into the bed, his head hovering an inch from mine. "About time," he growled.

My lips parted. He bit the corner of them, then rolled his hips and slammed my ass harder and faster than before. His hand kept up the pressure on my clit, driving me wild as he filled me again and again with his fingers and his cock. Short cries bounced from my mouth. His tongue glided along my jawbone, his teeth nibbling my ear. Damn, but my brother felt good. Yes, I was enjoying my brother's cock in my ass. Yes, I wanted him to use my body. More. Again! Thrust, thrust, thrust, and I was gone.

The pleasure approached almost lazily, an inevitable wave slowly rising higher and higher. I didn't try to stop it. I arched my hips back, grunting as I felt my brother's cock stab deeper into my bowels. Humping his hand, I relished the explosion of sensation thrumming beneath my skin and chasing my whiny, futile objections out of my mind.

Bruce groaned into my ear, a low sound in perfect harmony with the bliss that held me in thrall. Bucking my hips, I whispered hoarsely, "Fuck... me..."

"Yes," he hissed. "Yes, Jen, yes! Oh, oh, yes!" His pelvis smushed my ass, his cock as deep inside me as he could reach -- and no, he was not small. I was delightfully full when the heat of his cum rushed up his shaft and splashed my bowels, a hot pool of fluids flushing me with endorphins once again. My brother's groans echoed in my mind. My brother's breath warmed my neck. My brother's cum drenched my pussy and my ass. I shuddered. I guess he'd succeeded in dragging me down with me.

Bruce pressed soft kisses onto my shoulder. "Finally admit you love my cock?" he panted.

"Don't... ruin the moment..." I muttered. I just wanted to bask in the afterglow, not be reminded of who was on top of me.

He lifted his head and chuckled. "Oh, we're having a moment?"

I groaned. No basking. The moment was gone. "Fine! You feel good, ok? That doesn't mean anything! Don't get all full of yourself."

He nodded agreeably. "I like filling you up instead."

Idiot.

But an idiot with a fantastic cock. It wasn't like I could just walk away, so why shouldn't I enjoy myself? Screaming, demanding, logic -- he didn't give a shit. I stopped caring, too.

Don't get me wrong. I didn't fall head over heels and give him puppy eyes when he fucked my mouth. I wasn't that braindead. But for one day -- one -- I cursed him out a little less and screamed in pleasure more than anger.

From now on, I'd hide a knife under my pillow so I could cut any more stupid ropes. My brother wasn't catching me unprepared ever again.

Sometime later that day, once we were both exhausted, sore, and thoroughly satisfied, he finally untied me. Fucker left the collar on. I didn't have the energy to kick him. I barely had the energy to watch him and make sure he left. What I would do if he decided to sleep in my bed, I had no idea.

Thankfully, that didn't seem to be his plan. He dressed, gathered his crap, and gave me one last look. My brother stood there with the ropes in his hands, head tilted, eyes running over my body in an altogether too proprietary manner. I narrowed my eyes.

"We are not talking about this," I muttered.

Bruce broke out in laughter and walked away. The front door closed a minute later.

When the fuck had my brother gotten so hot?

Literally slapping myself, I couldn't believe the crazy thoughts in my head. I pried at the collar.

Ooh, wait -- I had the perfect gift for him. I brightened. Now, how to sneak into his home and steal his figurines...