My Beautiful Sister

“What the hell! You lost out on some bonus points! ” my sibling yelled. We were playing our favorite video game for the hundredth time while lounging on the couch. We hated being on lockdown so much! We had been quarantined throughout the pandemic, unable to interact with the outside world for several months.

“You didn’t catch the dragon in the last level, bitch!” I retorted. 

 She giggled and punched me in the arm. We both laughed. “What time do mom and dad get home?”

 “Not until late. You wanna keep playing or watch some TV?” I inquired.

 “Neither! This is fucking stupid!” My sister is still in her pajamas in the middle of the day; her hair is a mess, but she still looks pretty. She was a year younger than me, and I tried to be careful not to view her like that, but I am still a growing teenage boy. The frustration in her voice was palpable, filling the room with its intensity.

 “I agree! I miss fucking my girlfriend. Sorry, Sis! I know that is probably too much information.”

 “I get it. Snapchatting mine just isn’t doing it for me anymore. I want the real thing!” She smiled at me. “Look at us, two horny teenagers alone in this dumb fucking house. We are prisoners, and there is nothing we can do about it!”

 I grimaced. “The whole thing is horrible.”

She stared at me momentarily and shook her head, but her thoughts still raced. “Fuck it! I have an idea, but if you aren’t into it, then just tell me to fuck off!” 

 “I am up for anything at this point. Tell me your idea.”

 She turned to me. “Hear me out! What if we masturbated in front of each other?” 

 “Like, how would that work?”

 “We would sit across from each other on the couch and watch each other get off, but no touching, of course.”

 I was so fucking horny that my cock twitched at the thought of watching my sister rub her pussy while I stroked my cock. “I am down. That sounds great, but there will be no touching.”

 “Awesome! I am excited. Should we take all of our clothes off or just our bottoms?”

 I tried to act calm about it. “I think we should probably get naked. It will be a much better experience.”

 “Okay. You are my brother, so why shouldn’t we be able to do this together without it being weird?”

 “I agree, sis!”

 We got up from the couch. I took off my jogging pants and underwear, and she pulled down her pajamas and panties. We looked at each other and giggled. “You were already excited about this just from us talking about it, weren’t you, big bro?”

 I grinned with embarrassment. “Maybe, but yes, I am excited about everything now.”

 “Well, this doesn’t seem fair because I have seen you tons of times without a shirt, and you have never seen my tits.” She teased. 

 “I can’t help it that you are a girl. I’m glad because we wouldn’t be doing this if I had a brother!”

 “Good point.” I watched intensely to see how she had developed. She raised her shirt and gave me a sample, and my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Before the pandemic, we were in highly sexual relationships, but I had never thought I would see my little sister like this. What we were about to do was go to the next level. She pulled her top off, and we stood awkwardly together, a brother and a sister getting ready to masturbate.

 I lay on one side of the couch, and she took the other. Our feet were almost touching, but we did our best to keep our distance. She looked at me intently as she started to rub on her pussy with her left hand, using her right hand to massage her breasts. Fuck! She was so slender and sexy. She worked outdailyy in our home gym and ran track for the high school.

 My hand grabbed my cock, and I started moving it up and down. I had to edge a lot to avoid cumming right away. Her fingers effortlessly moved over her clit, and I saw it starting to get wet as she moaned low in pleasure. “What do you think about me, big bro? Do you approve of your sister’s body?” 

 “Fuck, yes! Girl, your body is incredible! Your pussy looks so tasty, and I would give anything to suck on your tits.” 

 She smiled wide. “You are such a naughty brother to talk to me like that, but I love it! If I wasn’t your sister, what would you want me to do for you?” 

 “God, so many things! I would make you suck on my cock with those pouty lips of yours. I want you to suck on it so fucking bad.” 

 She gave me a seductive look, biting her lip. “I bet you would fill up my mouth with your massive cock. It is so big! I bet your cum tastes so good!” 

 “I would cum so hard down your throat, sweetheart.” 

 “I like it when you call me that, baby doll!” She sat up and scooted closer to me. 

 “I will call you whatever you want as long as you keep getting closer to my cock!” 

 “Fuck it!” She hoisted her body up, and before I knew it, she was face down between my legs. I groaned in pleasure as she licked the tip of my cock and then opened her mouth, sliding down my shaft and moving back up, but not out. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My baby sister was sucking on my cock. I rubbed her back as I felt her tongue against me, and she pushed herself deeper, almost to my balls. 

 “You are so beautiful, sis! You do that even better than my girlfriend. Fuck, baby. Don’t stop! I want the inside of your mouth to taste my cum!” 

 She kept going. She hit the perfect rhythm, like an orchestra that played the most wonderful symphony. My hands grasped her shoulders, and I knew it was almost time. My cock twitched in spasms of pleasure as I erupted inside her mouth. I felt her swallow. My girlfriend doesn’t even swallow. 

 “Did you like that, big bro?” 

 “That was the best blowjob I have ever gotten from anyone.” 

 She blushed. “I am glad you loved it. You tasted so good. I loved doing it for you. I have wanted to do that for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you would think it was too weird.” 

 “Are you serious?” She nodded her head, and we hugged each other. “Lean back, sis. I wanna taste that delicious-looking pussy you have and get you off!” 

 She laid back against the couch, and I got into position. My tongue started at the top, and I could tell I had already hit a good place for her. She guided my head with her hands. She was so sweet and gentle. Her touch felt like something I had always desired in a girl. It was too bad she was my sister. I licked her up and down. “Go deep into my pussy, baby. I am so wet and ready for you!” My tongue entered her pussy and went deep inside. “Right there, big bro! Keep going! Keep going!” 

 She screamed out in delight as her leg muscle tightened. She orgasmed once more, and I got on top of her, kissing her passionately. “Were you serious about what you said?” As I looked her in the eyes, she asked.

 “I was serious about everything I said, but what part?” 

 “That I was even better than your girlfriend?” 

 I kissed her on the lips and nodded my head. “Yes, beautiful sister! You are light years ahead of my girlfriend in so many ways.” 

 This would be the first of many times that allowed us to avoid going insane and even come to enjoy being in lockdown during the pandemic.  

My Domme Sister

I love my older sister, but she can sometimes be mean. I enjoy doing everything she has me do, like cleaning her room and trying on her old clothes. She has dressed me for as long as I can remember. 

She has me parade around her room in panties and bras while I talk like a girl. When I forget to be feminine, she yells at me and threatens to take pics and send them to all my friends at school. I wasn’t sure how to tell her I had no friends, but it still made me afraid of her. 

I feel so pretty when she has me do it, and she tells me I should have been born a girl like her. If that is true, it excites me. 

When Mom and Dad go out on dates, she does my makeup and lets me smell her dirty panties. 

“Get in there good! Here, let me help!” She opened up the panties and pushed the part where her pussy had been. “Lick it, little bro! Lick it as if it’s my pussy! I know you want it so bad!” 

It did smell so good, and when my tongue touched the cotton gusset, I imagined it was the lips of her pussy. 

We were recently on a camping trip with the family. My sister woke me early, and we went canoeing out on the lake. She rowed to the middle of the lake, and without a word, she stood up and took off her panties. She handed them to me and looked irritated when I stared back in confusion. I took off my pants carefully so as not to tip our little vessel over. 

I took off my underwear. She had seen my penis so many times by this point, but it still made me nervous because she let her eyes consistently linger until I put on her panties. “Just because we are on vacation doesn’t mean that you are free to wear your ugly old underwear.” 

“What if mom or dad see us?” 

She gave me an angry look. “Have I ever outed you, dumb ass?”

“No.” I put on her panties. This meant that her pussy was free. I had fantasized recently about my face being buried in her pussy. Licking her until she moaned. Sometimes, she masturbated in front of me, but I never got the courage to ask if my tongue could replace her hand. Maybe since we were on vacation, she would bend over and put her ass up to me and let me have my way with her, but that was never going to happen. 

I threw my pants and underwear behind me, sitting on the aluminum seat with her panties on and the cool morning making my exposed legs uncomfortable. Then she did something unexpected. She got up and sat on my lap. My dick was positioned right on her unclothed pussy, and her ass up against me. It felt better than I could have possibly imagined. 

I immediately felt a warm, consistent wetness on her panties and ran through to my swollen cock. I realized at once what was happening. She peed on me. She turned and giggled. “Oh my! Now, what are we going to do? You have some explaining to do, panty boy!” 

I was humiliated. This would be the worst vacation and possibly the most horrific day of my life.

The Abuse of Ava

The room is dimly lit, the only source of light trickling in through a small window, casting elongated shadows that dance on the walls. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and lust, a potent mix that clings to the throat and settles deep within the lungs. Ava, an 18-year-old girl who has just reached the milestone, stands in the middle of the room, her heart racing within her chest, her eyes darting around, searching for an escape. But there is none. Not from him.

Liam, a 28-year-old man with the countenance of a predator, slumps in a chair in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed on Ava, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows he has her cornered, and he revels in it. The power he holds over her, the control he has, it’s intoxicating. And he is more than willing to use it.

“Come here,” he commands, his voice sending shivers down Ava’s spine. She hesitates, her feet rooted to the floor, her mind racing, thinking of what could happen if she obeys. But she knows there is no other choice. With her brother, Nate, running errands, no one is here to save her. She is alone with Liam, and he knows it.

Slowly, she steps forward, her legs trembling with each movement. Liam’s smirk grows wider, the hunger in his eyes increasing as she draws closer. She can see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his desire for her. It’s sickening, but she knows what he is capable of. She can’t fight him. Not this time.

When she is within arm’s reach, Liam stands, his towering figure looming over her. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the barely contained hunger that is threatening to consume her. He reaches out, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force, and pulls her closer.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his breath hot against her ear. She shakes her head, her eyes filling with tears, and she fights to hold back. She doesn’t want this, not any of it. But she doesn’t have a choice. Not anymore.

Liam’s hands roam, his fingers dancing over her flesh, leaving a fire trail in their wake. He doesn’t care that she is crying or that she is terrified. All he sees is the opportunity to take what he wants, and he is more than willing to take it from her.

She stands there, her body rigid as he gropes and touches, his hands lingering in places they shouldn’t be. She can feel her stomach churning and bile rising in her throat, but she can’t do anything to stop it. She is powerless. Trapped. And there is no one here to save her.

He leans in, his lips brushing against her neck, ear, and cheek. He whispers degrading things, telling her what a good girl she is, what a slut she is, what she is made for. His words are like poison, seeping into her very being, tearing her apart from the inside out.

And then, with a suddenness that takes her breath away, he rips her clothes from her body, the fabric tearing and giving way under his strong hands. She stands there, exposed, vulnerable, her body on display for him. He doesn’t waste any time, his hands back on her, his fingers exploring her most intimate parts.

She is humiliated and degraded, and there is nothing she can do to stop it. She is trapped, and there is no escape from the monster that has her in his grasp.

As Liam forces himself on her, she dissociates, her mind retreating to a safer place. She imagines herself somewhere else, far away from him, from the pain and the humiliation. But she can’t escape the reality of the situation, the feel of him inside her, the tears that are falling down her cheeks.

But through it all, one thought remains constant, one she holds onto for dear life: her brother. Her brother, who has no idea what is truly going on, trusts Liam implicitly—her brother, who is her only hope.

Liam’s breath is hot against Ava’s ear, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down her spine. He tells her to take off her clothes, his hands already moving to her shirt, pulling it over her head. His fingers are rough, yanking at the fabric, and she whimpers, her body trembling under his touch. She’s scared, but she knows better than to resist.

Liam unclasps her bra, his eyes roving over her bared breasts. He grabs one in his hand, squeezing it painfully, and she cries out, tears welling in her eyes. He doesn’t care, doesn’t show any sign of remorse or empathy as he moves his other hand to her other breast, squeezing and pinching in a cruel imitation of affection.

He moves to her pants, unbuttoning them with a deft flick of his fingers, and she stands there, her body shaking, her vision blurred by the tears that are now streaming down her cheeks. He pulls them down, along with her panties, and she gasps, humiliated and terrified, standing completely exposed in front of him.

He pushes her back onto the bed, his body covering hers, and she can feel the hardness of his erection against her thigh. She whimpers, her body automatically tensing, and he grins down at her, a cruel, satisfied smirk that makes her heart pound even more complicated.

Liam doesn’t waste any time, positioning himself between her legs, his hands spreading them wide. She can feel the cold air against her most intimate parts, and she tries to close her legs to protect herself, but his hands are like iron clamps, holding her open and exposed. He rubs his erection against her entrance, and she cries out, her body tightening even more.

He takes hold of his erection, guiding it to her entrance, and she can’t help but cry out even louder, the sound echoing around the room. He’s not gentle as he pushes into her, his hips thrusting hard, and she knows that he’s tearing her, the pain causing her vision to go black. She can feel blood, warm and wet, and she wants to die, to just disappear and never have to experience this again.

Liam doesn’t care about her pain, doesn’t care about the tears that are now streaming down her face, the cries that are tearing from her throat. He thrusts into her over and over, his body slamming into hers in a brutal rhythm that jolts her with every impact. She can feel him inside her, a foreign invader, and she wishes she could just die.

He finally finishes, his body tensing and shuddering above her, and she knows that he’s filled her with his seed. The final humiliation, the final degradation, and she can’t do anything about it. She lies there, broken and checked, as he pulls out of her, leaving her body aching and destroyed.

She curls up into a ball, her body wracking with sobs, and she prays for it to be over, for this nightmare to end. But she knows it’s far from over, that she’s stuck in this nightmare, and there’s no one here to save her.

Liam stands over Ava, his phone in his hand, the camera aimed at her. She’s still curled up on the bed, her body aching, her mind in a fog of pain and terror. She looks up at him, her eyes wide with fear, her breath catching in her throat as she sees the malicious intent in his gaze.

“You’re a slut, Ava,” he says, his voice cold, his words like knives cutting into her. “And now everyone’s going to know it.”

He starts taking pictures of her, capturing her in her most vulnerable state. She tries to cover herself, to hide her body from his gaze, but he just laughs, telling her it’s futile. He will expose her and share the pictures with everyone; she can do nothing to stop him.

“If you don’t do exactly what I say, I’m going to send these to your brother,” he says, his voice a low growl. “And to your friends. And to your school. Everyone is going to see what a slut you are.”

He keeps taking pictures, moving closer, zooming in on her most intimate parts. He’s enjoying this, enjoying her humiliation. And she can’t do anything to stop him.

She’s crying, begging him to stop, to leave her alone, but he just laughs, telling her that she’s pathetic, that she’s only getting what she deserves. He’s in control, and she’s completely powerless.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Please don’t do this.”

“Oh, look at the slut begging,” Liam says, his voice full of mocking. “But it’s too late for that, Ava. You’re my slut now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He takes a final picture, a close-up of her tear-streaked face, and then puts the phone away. He leaves her there, on the bed, exposed and broken, with a final warning.

“I’ll be in touch, Ava,” he says, his voice full of menace. “And if you don’t do exactly what I say, if you don’t follow my orders, then everyone is going to see what a slut you are.”

He walks out of the room, leaving her there, alone with her fear and her pain. She can’t stop the tears that are streaming down her cheeks, the sobs that are tearing from her throat. She’s trapped in her nightmare, and there’s no one here to save her. She’s completely and utterly terrified, and there’s nothing she can do to fight back.

The next day, Liam’s icy-blue eyes glowered at Ava, the predatory glint sending shivers down her spine. He leaned back in his chair, sipping the beer in his hand and watching her like a hawk. Ava was acutely aware of her elder brother, Nate, in the other room, completely oblivious to the sinister dynamic between his sister and best friend. 

The room was thick with tension. Everyone was carrying on a charade, their interactions seemingly mundane. But Ava’s heart pounded in her chest, and her eyes darted between Liam and Nate, her secret tormentor and her unsuspecting brother. 

Ava’s 18th birthday had come and gone, but there had been no celebration, cake, or balloons. Instead, it had marked the onset of a new form of torture, a twisted initiation into womanhood. In her vulnerable state, Liam had taken advantage of her. He was ten years her senior, and in that chasm of an age difference, he had found his power, plaything, and prey — Ava. 

Unlike the monsters lurking in the corners of your mind, the ones from horror stories and nightmares, Liam was no predator in the traditional sense. No, he was far more dangerous. He was a predator in plain sight, masquerading as Nate’s best friend. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and Ava was the innocent lamb.

Ava, dressed in a summer dress Nate had bought her, tried to focus on the conversation, her hands fidgeting in her lap. Her heart was racing, and her chest felt tight. She could feel Liam’s gaze lasciviously roaming over her, taking in every curve and hollow of her teenage body. 

She couldn’t tell Nate about the forced intimacy, the stolen kisses, and the rough touches. The vile acts that Liam forced upon her. Every time she mustered the courage to speak, the image of her shame, plastered all over the internet, stopped her. She feared the shame, ridicule, and judgment she would face. She feared losing her brother’s love, the only family she had left.

Liam put his beer down, his eyes never leaving Ava. He stretched his legs out, his boots almost touching her bare feet. He had an air of casual dominance about him, and it was at that moment, with his icy stare and wicked smirk, that Ava knew she was dealing with a true predator—a man who had no remorse, no empathy — only hunger. 

Liam had aged like a fine wine, his years of life accentuating his handsome features—dark, tousled hair, strong jawline, and muscular physique chiseled by hard labor. But his soul, his soul, was an abyss of darkness, and Ava was falling deeper and deeper into it.

As the evening wore on, Ava retreated into her shell, her every move calculated, every word measured. She was a mouse trying to avoid the cat’s merciless pounce. She was a fawn trying to escape the wolf’s relentless hunt.

And as Nate yawned and announced his early night, Ava’s heart sank. She knew what that meant — another night of torment and being at Liam’s mercy. 

Liam, the predator, the wolf, the monster — was ready for the hunt. And Ava, the lamb, the fawn, the prey — was prepared for the capture. 

The door slamming shut echoed through the quiet house, sending a jolt of fear and dread through Ava’s body. Alone with Liam, she was acutely aware of his predatory presence. His grin was cruel and twisted, clearly showing his power over her. Her heart hammered in her chest, a relentless rhythm of panic and despair as she realized there was no escape from the nightmare she now had to endure. She had let things get too far, and now she was trapped in this depraved game with a monster.

“Take off your clothes,” Liam commanded his voice a low growl that reverberated in the room. With trembling hands, Ava slowly removed her clothes, each item falling to the floor, leaving her more exposed and vulnerable. She felt her cheeks burn with shame and humiliation as she stood before him, naked. The once familiar home now felt like a prison, and her body was no longer her own.

Liam had introduced a new degradation – she was no longer allowed to wear panties or a bra. He had replaced her modest clothing with skimpy, revealing outfits that left little to the imagination. Short, tight skirts that barely covered her ass and tops that were more like strips of fabric, designed to emphasize her body. Every day she was forced to parade around the house in these slutty outfits, feeling like a whore, a plaything for Liam’s twisted desires.

“Get on your knees,” he barked, and with a sinking heart, Ava obeyed, her knees hitting the cold, hardwood floor. She felt a chilling vulnerability from her lack of underwear that intensified her fear. She was at his mercy and could do nothing to protect herself.

He stepped closer, his erect penis in his hand. Ava’s revulsion was complete; she wanted to run and hide, but she was frozen to the spot, her body betraying her. Liam was like a predator, and she was his prey. He would take what he wanted from her, and she couldn’t stop him.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and even though every fiber of her being screamed in protest, she obeyed. She couldn’t fight back against this monster. She was forced to perform oral sex on him, to degrade herself for his pleasure. The taste of him was bitter and repulsive, and she felt her stomach churn as he forced himself deeper into her mouth, making her gag. But she had no choice. She was trapped in this nightmare and couldn’t see a way out.

Ava endured the forced act, her body and soul crying out in pain as Liam reached his climax, spilling himself into her mouth and making her swallow his vile seed. He pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. Ava’s humiliation was complete. She was nothing more than an object for his pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded.

“Remember what I said, Ava,” he taunted. “Keep your mouth shut, and I won’t post the pictures. But if you tell anyone, you know what will happen.”

Ava nodded her throat tight with emotion and unshed tears. She was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, and she didn’t know if she would ever be free again.

Ava’s hands shook uncontrollably as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. It had been weeks since Liam had first forced himself on her, and each passing day had brought a new form of torment. She couldn’t take it any longer. It had to stop. But how? Who could she tell? Nate was her only family; she could never tell him the truth. He had enough to deal with. But could she keep enduring this abuse in silence?

Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about how her life had changed since that fateful day. She was no longer the strong, confident girl she had been. Liam had taken that from her; now, she was a shell of her former self. The constant fear and anxiety had taken a toll on her, and she could see the effects of it in her reflection. Her once-sparkling eyes now held a sadness that she couldn’t shake.

But there was a growing anger inside her as well. She refused to let Liam eradicate her life. She had to fight back. She had to find a way to protect herself. But how could she do that without exposing herself? Without risking everything?

The thought of telling Nate what had happened to her crossed her mind. He had always been her rock, and she knew he would do everything he could to help her. But she also knew that telling him might mean losing him forever. He might not believe her. Or worse, he might blame her for leading Liam on.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to make a decision. She had to choose between her fear, her need for freedom, and her brother and her well-being. It was a decision that no one should have to make, but she was out of options.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared at her broken reflection. She thought about Nate and how much she loved him. She knew he loved her too, even if he didn’t know everything. She wanted to tell him the truth, but she couldn’t bear the thought of seeing the look of betrayal in his eyes when he found out that Liam had been abusing her right under his nose.

But she couldn’t keep living this way. She couldn’t keep allowing Liam to control her every move. She had to find a way to stop him. She had to find a way to get her life back.

Ava took a deep breath and wiped her tears away. She had made up her mind. It was time to fight back. It was time to retake control of her life. She would find a way to stop Liam and protect her brother, even if it meant losing him.

She knew the road ahead would be difficult and painful, but she felt a new determination and strength. She was no longer the helpless victim she had been. She was a survivor and would do whatever it took to protect herself and the people she loved.

And so, as she stared at her reflection, she made a promise to herself. She would fight back against Liam and take control of her life. She would do whatever it took to protect her family and herself. She was no longer a victim. She was a warrior. And she would not be defeated.

As Nate stumbled through the front door, his vision swam, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. He had partied hard – drinking too much, snorting lines of coke like they were going out of business, and now his body and mind were paying the price.

He squinted, trying to adjust his focus, and found himself staring at his sister, Ava. She was in her room, her back to him as she rummaged through her dresser, her bra-less top giving him an eyeful of her pert little nipples. The sight of her, coupled with his intoxicated state, sent the blood pulsing through his veins and straight to his groin. Before everything went south, the thought of what they used to do together played at the edge of his mind, and he yearned for those simpler times.

Nate advanced on Ava, his eyes roaming her body and taking in the contours of her figure. He licked his lips, and Ava could see the lust in his eyes, the way his body reacted to the sight of her. He moved closer and closer, his breath hot on her face, his body towering over her. Ava’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes wide with terror, her body trembling as she realized what her brother had become.

“You’ve been teasing me for days, Ava,” he slurred, his words slow and deliberate. “You’ve been walking around here, flaunting your tits, parading them in front of me like I’m supposed just to ignore them. Well, I’m done ignoring it.”

He reached for her, his meaty hand latching onto her wrist and pulling her towards him. She struggled, trying to tear away, but he was too strong. He spun her around, trapping her against the wall, his body pressed against hers. He palmed her breast, squeezing it in his hand, and Ava let out a whimper of fear and protest.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “I’ve been dreaming of this for days, Ava. Every time I see you, all I can think about is what it would be like to have you – to be inside you.” His hand moved down, finding the hem of her shirt and lifting it. He jerked it off, leaving her upper body exposed. “I’m going to take what I want,” he growled. “And you’re going to give it to me.”

He ground his hips against her, the bulge in his jeans pressing against her stomach. He unbuttoned her shorts, the zipper echoing through the room. “Tell me you want it, Ava,” he panted. “Tell me you want your brother to fuck you.” When she didn’t respond, he pulled her shorts down, leaving her standing in front of him in her panties. “I said, tell me you want it!”

Ava was crying now, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t find any words; her voice stuck in her throat. Nate didn’t care; he knew what he wanted and would take it. He pushed her panties to the side, his fingers brushing against her most intimate area. “You’re so wet,” he sneered. “You do want it. You want your brother to take you, don’t you?”

He positioned himself, lining himself up with her entrance. “Tell me you want it!” he demanded. But Ava couldn’t bring herself to say the words, and he didn’t care. He thrust into her, tearing through her innocence and leaving her crying and shaking in his arms. It was over quickly, Nate collapsing on top of her, his breath hot and stinking of alcohol. He pulled away, leaving her crumpled and broken on the floor. “You’re such a little slut, Ava,” he sneered. “And now everyone will know it.”

He left her, the door slamming behind him as he stumbled back into the night. Ava stayed there, her body shaking, her heart pounding. She knew it was only the beginning, that the nightmare was far from over. She had been violated, and there was no one she could tell, no one she could trust. The world she once knew was gone, replaced by a nightmarish reality where her brother was her worst enemy.

Ava’s heart throbbed with fear and dread as she dialed her friend’s number. She had confided in Liam about her plan to invite her best friend over for what she thought was a harmless get-together, unaware of his true intentions.

When Ava’s friend arrived at the house, she was greeted by a tranquil and tense atmosphere. Instead of the typical laughter and chatter that filled their gatherings, Ava could only muster a forced smile as she invited her friend inside.

Ava led her friend to the living room where Liam was waiting; his eyes fixed on them with an unsettling intensity that made Ava’s skin crawl. She introduced Liam as her stepbrother, watching her friend’s eyes widen with curiosity.

Liam offered them both a drink, and as Ava’s friend sipped on her drink, she felt her body relax, and her worries faded away, unaware of the drug that Liam had laced her drink with.

As the night wore on, Liam’s gaze never wavered from them, and Ava could feel the pressure building inside her. She knew what was expected of her, and it made her feel sick.

Liam moved closer, and Ava could feel her heart racing as his eyes roamed over her friend’s body. He gave her a nod with a wicked grin, and she knew what she had to do.

Ava’s hands shook as she reached out to her friend, the room spinning as she felt Liam’s gaze on them. With a deep breath, she pressed her lips against her friend’s, their breaths mingling as they kissed. Ava could feel the weight of Liam’s expectations on her, and she knew she had to make this convincing. She had to make her friend believe she wanted this, even though it was the furthest thing from the truth.

She deepened the kiss, her hands sliding down to unbutton her friend’s shirt, revealing her lacy bra. She could feel her friend’s hesitation, but as the drug took effect, she felt her relax and kiss Ava back. Ava’s heart ached as she thought her friend’s hands on her, knowing that this was far from what she wanted, but she couldn’t stop. She knew that they were being watched, and she had to continue.

Her hands moved to her friend’s skirt, sliding it up to reveal her thighs. She could feel her friend’s moisture, a sign that the drug was working its effect on her. Ava’s body responded, but she felt nothing but fear and loathing. Despite her hatred, she continued to touch her friend, the camera in the other room recording every sickening second of it.

As they moved to the bed, Ava could feel the bile rising in her throat as she was forced to take off her friend’s clothes. She watched as her friend laid back on the bed, her eyes glassy and unfocused, and she knew she had to continue. She had to make this look good for Liam, or he would punish them both.

She reached for her friend’s panties, pulling them down to reveal her sex. Ava’s body responded as if it belonged to someone else. She felt disconnected from her own body; the only thing she could focus on was the camera and Liam’s twisted desires.

As she touched her friend, she could feel the dampness of her arousal, and she knew that she had no choice but to continue. She slid her fingers inside her friend, feeling her tightness as she began to move. She could hear her friend’s moans, the drug making her oblivious to the truth of what was happening. Ava’s mouth moved to her friend’s sex, her tongue licking and sucking in time with her fingers. She could feel her friend’s body tremble and knew she was close. She continued to move her fingers inside her, her tongue licking at her clit, and she could feel her friend’s body tighten as she reached her climax.

The room was silent; the only sound was her friend’s harsh breathing as she came down from her high. Ava could feel the tears burning in her eyes, her heart aching at what she had just done. But she couldn’t stop, not yet. She knew that Liam would demand more of them and had to be ready.

She moved up her friend’s body, her sex aching for release, but she knew that this wasn’t about her. She knew that she had to make this look good for Liam, or else she would never be able to save her friend.

She reached for her pants, sliding them down her hips and revealing her sex to the camera. She could feel her friend’s eyes on her, and she knew that she had to continue. She had to make this look good, or Liam would punish them both.

She straddled her friend’s body, her arousal making her wet and ready. She knew this would be the most challenging part, but she had to do this. She had to submit to Liam’s perverse game, or else she would never be able to save them both.

She pushed her fingers inside her sex, moving them in time with her friends. She could feel her arousal building, and she knew that she had to finish this. She had to make this look good, or Liam would never let them go.

She moved her fingers faster, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer. She could hear the camera in the other room recording every sickening moment. She knew that this was it—this was her chance to save them both.

As she reached her climax, she collapsed on top of her friend, the room spinning as she felt the weight of what she had just done. She knew that this was far from over, that Liam would demand more of them, but at least for now, they were safe. And that was enough for her.