"That's it, come here."
It's at this moment that Sam couldn't understand how she'd gotten into this predicament in the first place. On her back, held down by big hands on her chest, with someone completely content to take advantage of her. Smart, Sam. Smart.
"I'm not letting you go until you cum, you know..."
The man above her wasn't even a person at all to her, right now. He was a force. Didn't matter who he was, he was the shadow of empowerment (and her powerlessness) as he held her down and made her do what she didn't want to do. His hand slipped hers around his cock through his pants, and moved her hand up and down as she felt him grow bigger and bigger, right in the palm of her hand. His pants were wet, and so was her hand now.
"Just let me GO, Ryan! I won't tell mom and dad."
Sam's eyes flashed with indignance and glittered with tears. She knew exactly how she ended up like this, and it was her own damn fault. Ever since she'd noticed that hardness of his, under his pants, whenever she was around, life in the house of the Mason family had never been the same. Every day had become a challenge of sexual prowess to her - and an absolute cock-tease, for him. She just never thought he'd do anything about it.
"Oh no, I think you need it. I think you
want
it."
Ryan's hands held onto his sisters' breasts as he looked down on her with an air of predatory detachment. She wasn't his sister, and he wasn't her brother at this moment. The past mornings' worth of strategic moves flashed through Sam's mind as she realized just what was happening. All the exposed parts of her body from her carefully picked - scantily clad - outfit, felt colder. Inside, she even felt cold. She knew the last straw had been when she'd come into his room and tossed his laundry onto his bed, purposefully dropping some on the floor to bend over and pick up. He'd gotten a nice view of her heart shaped ass, and her chubby little pussy beneath the thin short shorts she'd picked, and he'd gotten a hard-on. She
had
asked for it. And now, she was
getting what she'd asked for
.
"You like to tease, little sis. That's not nice."
His hands were everywhere; up her shirt, around her hips... She opened her eyes the second she felt his tongue on her neck, licking up her face to her lips. That's when her body broke into a desperate fury - pushing him off of her as hard as she could. She used her legs to knock him off of his perch atop of her -
for a second
.
Before she could even get back upright and off the bed, he'd grabbed her waist and pinned her back down - only this time, he was straddling her and holding her wrists at her head above her as she whimpered for mercy points. Even
that
had no effect, though. He could read her better than anyone, and she was indeed acting. Did she really want this? Is that why she couldn't muster up enough to make real tears?
"Now play along like the good little slut that I know you are, and take this cock into those pretty lips of yours, hm?"
They stared each other in the eyes; her chest heaving, and his face hard and unreadable.
"-No."
In the instant those words left her mouth, she heard a sound. It took a few moments for her to realize that it was the impact of his hand upon her face, slapping her head to the side. Had he - had he really done that?! Her cheek was on fire.
"Take my cock, bitch. I've heard you in your room, begging for it. You've been begging for it for months. And now you're in
my room
, begging for it. It'd be
mean
not to give it to you...'
"No, Ryan, I wasn't - "
- SLAP.
Shock - pure, unadulterated shock, overwhelmed her small frame. Who was this guy?? Her all too familiar brother had turned into someone else entirely.
Everything seemed all too silent. She could even hear the clock in the living room tick away at the emptiness of the house. She didn't dare move - even the sound of his paused video game seemed eerily frozen in time.
"You aren't even wearing a bra, are you? Tisk tisk, sis."
