My brother hovered over me, a strange and feral look on his face.
"At long last you submit to me," he said quietly, leaning down and brushing his lips across mine.
I shut my eyes. "Just do it already," I snap, more from nerves than anything else.
"I want you to watch me as I fuck you for the first time. I want to see those blue eyes of yours..."
I gulp and open my eyes.
He slowly rubs his cock up and down my slit, gathering enough moisture.
"You like this, don't you?" he asks, his eyes hooded with pleasure.
"I know you do," I accuse him.
He smiles. "Yes. I do. But it shouldn't have come to this. You should have come to me willingly like all the others do."
"I'm not one of your fucking fans. I don't care how famous you are. You're just a giant prick of an older brother who is too perverted for words."
He pushes himself inside of me in response, straining to get his cock all the way in. He grunts and his eyes roll back in obvious pleasure.
"If you weren't such a little bitch I wouldn't want you so much. It's that fucking dirty mouth of yours..." he confides as he pulls out and pushes back inside of me.
How did it come to this? I can't believe I've finally let him fuck me. He's been trying to get his dick inside of me for years. He's always been perverted, and he's always had a thing for me. And when I was younger I trusted him a lot more than I do now. His "games" weren't really appropriate between a brother and sister, not that I knew better.
We lived on a hundred acres of land in the Midwest. My father grew corn and my mother took care of the animals. They are honest, hardworking people. And us kids were raised to be just like them. But my older brother Justus was never like the rest of us. He was a spitfire, always in trouble, never doing chores or completing tasks that were assigned to him. He was full of himself, and he was lazy. And now, he's famous, living in Hollywood with his own TV show – and I am the last of the kids who live at home. Everyone else couldn't wait to get the hell out of there. But I stayed behind to take care of our parents, and I run the farm all on my own. It's hard work, and I'm exhausted most days.
And financially, in this economy, we aren't doing well, even with government subsidies. And Justus knows it. And he also knows I would do anything to save that farm.
So right now, I'm lying in his opulent bed, my body trapped between his satin sheets and Justus himself, rutting into my body. I grit my teeth and bear it as he sucks on my breast and plows into me like a deranged animal.
