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I could hear him through the walls, groans of my name accompanied by the typical wet slapping sounds that I heard most nights- usually after a pair of used boxers would go missing. They would usually return the next morning with a “gift” in the crotch and smelling like him and his cock. I knew he sometimes watched me when I was sleeping, but he always said it was because he was worried about me. He gave the same excuse when he would hug me a bit too long or ask me to sit on his lap, which I stopped falling for years ago.
In fact, I had stopped playing along with a lot of his little quirks recently. I started locking my bedroom door when I was out or when I went to sleep. I stopped laughing at his sexual “jokes” towards me and stopped him whenever he tried to touch me in ways that I thought were weird. He tried to tell me he was just fooling around but he had to learn sometime; I'm a teenager now, I’m not a little kid anymore. Apparently he didn’t like that.
I woke up that night gasping as I felt my big brother’s cock taken to the hilt inside me. As I looked up I saw his dark eyes dart to mine and he covered my mouth with one of his hands as he bucked experimentally inside me, still looking into my eyes with an intense expression. Like he was testing me for something. My eyes were pressed wide as I tried to make sense of what was going on, if this was just some fucked up dream or something.
“You think you can just ignore me?” He asked, clearly unhappy. He bucked hard into me, “Locking your door, telling me I can’t touch you like this?” He groped my chest roughly before dragging his hand up to my throat and bringing the hand over my mouth there too, gripping my throat in a tight hold as his eyes bore into mine.
I started to choke, tears immediately welling in my eyes and choked gasps barely leaving my throat as I clawed and hit his arms to get him to let me go. He just kept staring with an almost blank expression, save for his insatiably violent eyes. I kept trying to thrash out of his hold but he just pressed me down into the bed and pressed his cock deeper inside me, pinning me against the bed.
“Shhhhhh, just go to sleep baby, you’re better that way.” He smiled as fuzzy darkness invaded my vision. My protests got weaker as my head throbbed and I had less air to even cough out. Slowly… slowly… I faded out. The last thing I remember is feeling myself tense around his cock.
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It was pissing me off that he was getting all uppity and fucking with me. It was never about what he wanted, he’s just my fucking thing to tease and get off to whether he wanted it or not. But of course they grow up and start getting ideas about autonomy or whatever and he starts locking his door at night. It’s not like I even watched him that much, it was just when I wanted to picture me fucking his sleeping little body. But if he didn’t wanna give me that image and was gonna be such a bitch about it, I might as well just take the real thing, right?
So when I saw that he left his door open one afternoon I decided to tape the lock and show off how much what he wants really matters. It’s not like he’d remember most of it, it’d be getting my end of the deal and he gets to walk away with barely any memories of getting raped, it’s a win-win.
I quietly opened his door and walked in after waiting long enough to hear soft snoring from outside. I watched him sleep, palming myself through my boxers thinking of all the terrible stuff I wanted to do to him. He was a pretty heavy sleeper, and probably heavier tonight expecting his door to be locked. I moved his blanket to see that he was sleeping with just a shirt on, no underwear or pants. I prodded one finger gently inside him, watching for any signs that he might wake up, but none came. In and out, in and out, his body adjusted to the intrusion and gradually started getting wet.
He wasn’t nearly wet or stretched enough but I didn’t care that much, any more would have been for his benefit mostly, I just wanted to make him hurt. Make sure that he felt it tomorrow morning so he knew it wasn’t a dream. Fuck, maybe I’d even make him bleed, make him do a rape kit, my mind was racing as I slipped my finger out of him and got into place.
His face scrunched as soon as I started to push myself in, but it was too late. It was too late the moment that he let his guard down, as soon as he became my little brother. The thought went straight to my cock, my desire intensifying as I realized how wrong this was. I was raping my little brother, I might break him, I want to break him, I will break him. I need to keep going.
As I pushed my cock as far as it could go inside, I saw him wake up for real. I could imagine the bile burning in his throat to realize his sleeping body was being violated by his perverted older brother.
I quickly came back to my head and put a hand over his mouth so my fun wouldn't be interrupted by meddling parents. I fucked in and out, seeing how much noise he might make but he seemed too scared to make much noise. It was good for me to not get caught, though a little disappointing; a part of me was hoping to hear him scream when he felt me stretching his tight, previously useless little cunt. But this was hardly fucking him while he slept.
“You think you can ignore me? Locking your door, telling me I can’t touch you like this?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t be able to answer me as I sloppily groped at his little chest, just like I used to before he started to push me away. Like hell he could tell me what I could do to him. I dragged my jagged nails across his tender skin to his neck where I brought both my hands down to choke him out. It wasn’t really rape if I never gave him the opportunity to say “no”, with all his playing hard to get he may as well have been begging for this.
Tighter and tighter, my grip around his throat might just leave him with lasting damage, a thought too sweet not to savor as he thrashed and attacked my arms. The most I’d be left with from his feeble attacks would be small welts that would disappear by morning. My breathing changed as I thought about how tiny he felt compared to me. What a pathetic little bitch, even trying to get me off of him. I closed more of what little space kept between us as I smiled.
“Shhhhhh, just go to sleep baby, you’re better that way” I cooed as I could feel his protests weaken even more, and his eyelids lower in a fluttering motion. Good, this was exactly where I wanted him, completely surrendered to me. His head finally fell back and his arms stopped moving aside from small twitches. I held my grip for a little while longer, thrusting into his limp body to test if he was really out. After I felt satisfied I slowly loosened my hold on his neck, red welts were ghosts of where my hands dug into his delicate neck.
I thrusted casually at first, just wanting to soak in the experience. Finally he had stopped fighting back and I could use his limp body like a sex doll. It’s where he fucking belonged, the only thing he had that sex dolls didn’t was a warm, self lubricating hole and a shitty attitude. It felt so good to use him like the slutty hole he was, he’d be humiliated in the morning.
I grabbed his lax body by the hips and fucked deep and hard inside, his hole involuntarily twitching when I would hit certain spots. I hadn’t jacked off in days, having been deprived of my usual routines for when I was horny, I needed to fuck this kid hard. I groaned, the warm, soft, insides of my little brother gripping my cock so good.
I looked down for a moment and my eyes got wide at the sight of blood on my cock. Either he was on his period or I had fucked him so hard he was bleeding but either way the sight made me cum quickly after, thinking about the blood and cum together inside him making an awful, humiliating mixture he would wake up to.
“Ah- Fuck!” I buried myself inside him, still giving short, sharp thrusts in my hunger.
I tried to catch my breath, huffing as sweat dripped down my forehead and I slowly pulled out of him. He was still limp and lifeless looking but gave small, crackly breaths out of his mouth that told me he was alive. Blood dripped from his cunt, trickling down onto the bedsheets that would be marked with my cum by morning. I considered moving to his face and jerking myself off so he would wake up to that as well but I decided that could be another time.
I took my phone out and spread his cunt lips with my hand to take a photo. A pearl of cum came into view, what a pretty picture. Though it was probably never going to be shown off, unless he wanted all his friends to see what his used, bloody little cunt looks like.