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It’s been a few months since your mom remarried some businessman from the city who decided small town life was more his speed. Everything’s going smoothly for the most part. The only exception to your idyllic home life is the absolute terror that is now your stepbrother. Leon is the bane of your existence. He’s older by a few years and he lords it over you every second he gets. And he’s such a jerk to you.
It’s not overt bullying cause Leon doesn’t want to get in trouble, but away from prying eyes he likes to pick on you. He tugs your hair or steals whatever you have in your hand and, just in general, behaves like a complete asshole. What drives you even more crazy is he acts like a complete angel around your mom and his dad so you can’t even say anything or else get scolded.
Your mom laughs and says he’s joking, but it leaves you fuming— especially since you also find Leon ‘the asshole’ Kennedy extremely attractive. Life is so unfair. You’re sick of his bossy attitude and his stupid good looks.
Because of the utter dismissal of your mom, you’ve taken to jotting down your thoughts in a journal. A diary. Whatever.
At first it was to vent about what asinine thing Leon had done to you that day. Him purposefully taking your favorite seat on the couch so you’d have to sit in the recliner. Leon throwing his leg out just as you walk by, sending you stumbling into the wall and him smirking at your angry scowl. Volunteering you when your parents asks for suggestions on who should do dishes or the laundry.
He always seems to follow you randomly throughout the day, taunting you about your choice of wardrobe or how you try to one up him or, sadly, how single you still are. You spin around to argue with him but he just breezes past you, shoving your shoulder as he heads back to his room.
The list goes on and on. But then the venting in your journal starts to meld into a mix of how good he smells (sandalwood and vanilla) and how pretty his hair is even on those overcast drizzly days where it’s more rain than sky outside. Or how nice his arms and hands look doing something so simple as setting the table.
At some point even those diary entries devolve into how hot it would be if maybe Leon got a little physical. Maybe pushing you against the wall when no one’s looking and kisses you until you can’t breathe. Maybe he’d drag you into an empty room and convince you to give him a handy. Maybe even corral you into sucking him off or coaxing you into letting him eat you out until you cry.
After writing some of these you realize that maybe you’re a little more pent up than you thought, but then promptly shrug it off. It’s not like you’re hurting anyone.
Until one Saturday afternoon that is; you think you’re all alone and as you set your journal on your dresser, it’s yanked out of your hands.
Leon stands to your side making you realize the house is empty save you two, and dangling your diary full of unspeakable thoughts just out of your reach.
“Give it back,” you grit out, feeling that familiar rage creeping into your posture.
“Aww, upset sweetheart?” he mocks you, “I’ve always wondered what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.”
“Leon, I’m being serious, give it back.”
He smirks holding the diary up higher as you reach out on your tippy toes, hand going to his shoulder for stability.
“Nah, don’t think I will,” he presses his index and middle finger to your forehead and pushes you until you have to step back or lose your balance and fall.
“Fuck off asshole,” your voice raises, “that’s private shit. Private? I’m sure even you understand what that means”
His smirk drops and his brow furrows in irritation, “Are you insinuating I’m stupid, princess?”
You give him a sickly sweet smile, “Oh a multi syllable word? That’s a big one for ya,” you simper up at him, “do you need to sit down?”
He glares at you before a slow grin spreads across his face making your heartbeat fast.
“Well maybe some light reading might strengthen my vocabulary,” he shakes the book in his hand.
You jump up and try to make a last ditch effort in grabbing it, but he swings his arm up and out of the way.
He clicks his tongue, “Manners, sweetheart.”
You stomp your foot, “God you’re such a dickhead! Give it back!”
He sighs, “Alright,” and goes to hand it back but then yanks it away at the last minute and takes off to his room.
“I’ll have it back to you later! Thanks, princess!!”
You yell at his disappearing figure, feeling rage and embarrassment warring in your chest. Following him, you slam your fists against his locked door. After a few minutes of getting nowhere, you slowly shuffle back into your room. You might as well go dig a hole and lie in it cause anything would be better than Leon reading that damn journal.
You morosely flop face first down onto your bed. You scream into the pillow before rolling over onto your back to stare up at the glow in the dark stars that have been stuck to your ceiling since you were seven. Maybe he won’t read it all. It did start out as a hate journal so maybe after the first few entries he’ll get tired and quit reading. God you hoped so.
Sighing, you raise up and scrub your face until you feel a little less like you want to jump out a window. You scroll mindlessly on your phone, keeping an ear out for any noise coming from Leon’s room. Giving up after a few minutes, you heave a sigh and get out of your bed and make your way next door to Leon’s room.
Rapping your knuckles on the wood, you call out, “Leon, can you give me my diary back, please? I’ll.. do your chores or something.”
You hear the click of the lock being undone and the door swings inward.
“All of my chores?” he crosses his arms and props his shoulder on the doorframe, smirking at you.
You roll your eyes at how stupidly hot he’s being, but bite back your sarcasm, “Yes, all of them. Can I please have my book?”
You feel a spark of something when his eyes drag down your body and back up to your face. Leon grins at you as he straightens up from the doorframe.
Flicking your forehead, he steps back into his room, “Okay, princess. Come in and get your book and then I want you to do something for me.”
You bite your lip to stifle any complaint and rub your head as you step further into his room.
It’s similar to your own, a bed and dresser with a side door that leads to a closet. You frown to yourself; it is pretty sparse considering all the posters and photos you have tacked up on your walls.
You snap out of your thoughts when Leon waves the diary in front of your face.
“You good?”
Blinking, you scowl up at him and grab the book.
“Now I am; what do you want?”
He pouts at you mockingly, “Aww you don’t want to know what I thought about such riveting writing?”
Your heart rabbits in your chest and your palms tingle.
“You didn’t really read it, did you?”
You know your voice wavers and the mocking look on Leon’s face morphs into a sly grin.
“Don’t worry your undying hate for me will remain close to the chest,” he ruffles your hair, “after the first few pages of it, I quit reading.”
“Oh,” you duck your head and chew on your bottom lip.
Looking up again, you give him a shy smile, “Thanks, Leon.”
He stops ruffling your hair and drags his hand down to the side of your neck. He rubs his thumb over the column of your throat.
“I wouldn’t thank me just yet, sweetheart,” he presses you to step backwards until your back is touching the door.
You put your hands up on his broad chest, still clasping your diary, “W-what’re you—“
“Think this was about 20 pages in, right?” he muses, blue eyes darkening as he dips his head down to be closer to you.
The hand not gripping your neck comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your head back.
“Just let me,” he breathes out, the motion causing his lips to brush up against yours.
Your eyelashes flutter closed as he presses a searing kiss to your parted lips. He groans and kisses you harder, his body pressing yours against the door completely. You try to push him away but to no avail; his strength outmatches yours easily.
Leon moves his hands down to grab your hips, holding you still while he molds himself against you. Your hands are trapped between your chests. You can feel his dick beginning to chub in his sweats.
"Damn," he murmurs as he pulls away, grinding against you.
A soft gasp passes your lips, which he zeroes in on. Leon presses against you more firmly before slotting your mouths together. You try to push against him but can feel your resolve weakening under the constant barrage of wet, tongue filled kisses. Arousal pulses in your clit with every wet press of his mouth.
You’re finally able to pull away from his hungry mouth.
“What’re we even doing?” you gasp as his mouth finds a sweet spot on your neck.
“Just trying to make my little sis’s dirty dreams come true,” he snarks, before taking your mouth once again.
You moan, letting yourself be swept up in the sensations Leon’s bringing out in your body.
He kisses you slow and deep, tongues tasting each other before pulling away to suck on your bottom lip. He slides a hand along your thigh, caressing softly as his fingers drift closer to the apex of your thighs. You’re so wet already just from kissing him. You cant your hips towards him and his fingers brush against the zipper on your jeans.
A loud door slam pulls you both apart; you hear your mom call your name from downstairs.
Leon tugs you away from the door and into his chest. He spins you around and pulls the door open for you.
“We’ll be picking this up later, ‘kay princess?”
He smacks your ass as you cross the threshold back into the hall. You whirl around but he’s already closed the door in your face. You look down at the diary in your hand, glaring at the inanimate object.
“Unbelievable,” you mutter out loud.
Walking to your room, you toss the book onto your bed and head downstairs to meet up with your mom.
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The rest of the afternoon passes by pretty quickly. Luckily for you, Leon keeps to himself so you don’t see much of him until dinner. Your mom is very adamant about having dinner together as a family.
“It builds those familial bonds, honey,” she pats your cheek when you try to weasel out of it.
So here you are, sitting across from Leon, trying to eat with him staring a hole into you. When you reach for your glass to take a sip, you raise your eyebrows at him.
He smirks at you then glances at your parents; seeing that they’re not paying attention to you two, he brings his hand up to his mouth and makes a ‘V’ with his fingers and thrusts his tongue between them a few times.
You press your thighs together and glare at him. You flip him off and that’s when your mom gasps.
“No vulgar displays at the table!”
You shoot her a disbelieving look, “What? But he started it!”
“Well, that goes for both of you then,” your stepdad cuts in, “behave you two.”
You take a deep breathe and let it out slowly.
Leon laughs, “Just joking around, dad.”
Your mom smiles at him, “I’m so glad you two get along so well.”
Leon catches your eye and gives you the fakest smile, “Of course, that’s what a big brother’s for, right?”
You roll your eyes and go back to your plate.
Pushing around the food, you look over at your mom, “May I be excused?”
“Sure, honey. Just take your dishes into the kitchen.”
Nodding, you gather up everything and head into the kitchen. You scrape what food is left off in the trash and set the dishes in the sink.
You feel a line of heat press against your back, pushing your hips into the countertop. You see Leon’s hands on either side of you, holding onto the counter’s edge; his thick biceps flex as he ducks down to mouth at your neck.
“So mean to me, princess.”
Goosebumps race across your neck and down your arms from his moist breath on the shell of your ear.
“What would they think of you wanting me to stick my cock in your wet little pussy and stretch you out, hmm?”
A bolt of heat flares in your stomach, nipples hardening as you stifle a whine.
“Leon,” you whisper, “shut up, you’re gonna get us in trouble.”
He chuckles into your neck and drops a kiss on your jaw.
“What? It’s the truth; your little diary will just confirm it.”
You press back against him trying to get him to move but he just pushes against you harder, grinding his half hard dick against your ass.
“Don’t be that way,” he coos, one hand slipping from the counter to cup your hot pussy.
You gasp and toss your head back, “We’re gonna get caught.”
“So?” his voice is low and rough in your ear, “don’t want me to play with this needy cunt? C’mon baby thought that’s what you wanted?”
Using the last of your self control, you elbow him in the ribs and duck around his lax arm. You run from the kitchen to the stairs, aiming to lock yourself in your bedroom. You make it to the upper landing before Leon wraps his arms around your waist.
You squeal when he jerks you back to his hard chest.
“You little brat,” he hisses, “I’m gonna—“
“No roughhousing near the stairs,” his dad calls out from the bottom, looking up at you two.
Leon gives him a sheepish smile and drops his hold on you, “Of course, pops.”
You take this distraction for what it is and rush off to your room, shutting and locking the door. Listening, you hear Leon pause outside your door.
He lightly taps the wood, “This isn’t over, sweetheart.”
You shiver, feeling hot at those words. You hear him make his way over to his room and shut the door. Walking over, you collapse down onto your bed with a sigh. What have you gotten yourself into?
Later in the evening, you make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for bed. When you return to your room, it slips your mind to lock your door for the night. Tiredly, you slip under your cool sheets and drift off.
You’re slowly coming to, still half asleep. You question what woke you up and right as your about to be pulled back under, you feel a pair of hands caressing and pinching your nipples over your thin sleep shirt.
“So pretty. Pretty girl don’t even know what you do to me. These fuckin tits just begging me to play with’em.”
You hear a low voice muttering next to you. You struggle to remember who else would even be here but that’s wiped from your mind as the hands keep teasing and tugging your sensitive buds.
“God I wanna suck’em. Leave bruises all over you.”
Leon your mind supplies. You forgot to lock your door earlier.
“Always walking around the house wearing those little outfits. Practically begging me to just bend you over and fuck you til you can’t think.”
You feel a warm hand smooth up your ribs before cupping one of your breasts while the other softly pinches your nipples.
“Wha-“ you groggily reach a hand back to the body behind you.
“Shh, princess,” his low voice rumbles in your ear, “let me make you feel good.”
You sigh out in response and let him snake his other hand underneath the side you’re laying on to grope your other breast. Your nipples harden to the gentle strokes of his fingers circling the sensitive buds.
You arch your hips back to grind against the bulge pressing into your ass. Your pussy starts to leak slick into your panties.
He groans aloud and slips his hands underneath your shirt to glide fingertips across heated skin. You sluggishly shrug out of the shirt with his help. Immediately afterwards, he grabs each breast in his hands and squeezes, the fat dimpling between his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s— you’re so good,” he presses wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder before scraping his teeth along your shoulder blade.
“C’mon, roll over for me, sweetheart.”
Your eyes are heavy with sleep but you can blearily make out his dark eyes as they drink in your half naked body.
“Gonna let me eat this pretty pussy, baby?”
You’re so tired you can only let out a low whine.
“I know, sucha sweet girl when you wanna be,” he kisses your cheek then your lips, dipping his tongue into your mouth for a quick taste before pulling away to lie between your spread legs.
He eases your panties down your legs and tosses them to the floor. You can feel how wet you are when the cool air of the room hits your pussy.
“Can’t believe you wrote all that shit down where anyone can read it,” he eyes your leaking slit hungrily before meeting your gaze with blown out pupils, “fuckin made me so hard, baby.“
“Leon,” you whisper, voice cracking in pleasure, “‘m sorry.”
He presses soft kisses to your thighs, bypassing where you most want his mouth, laying soft open mouthed kisses to your hips and lower abdomen.
“Why’re you apologizing? I think it’s hot that y’need your big brother to take care of this sopping wet pussy,” his hands are softly running up your legs, massaging the skin randomly.
“We can’t,” you whisper, pressing your hands against his head to keep him from moving, “it’s dirty. And plus don’t you have a girlfriend?”
He growls at you, “So? I’ll dump her tomorrow once I have a taste of this sweet little cunt. And it might be dirty but doesn’t it get you wet, princess? I read all about your filthy thoughts of me eating you out.”
He grins at you from between your thighs, eyes hungry, “You can even be my new girlfriend.”
Leon finally presses his lips to your mound, “And now I’m gonna eat out my girl’s pussy.”
You sigh out in pleasure as he places sloppy kisses to your clit over and over making your legs twitch. Your hands come down to tangle in his messy hair.
“Leon,” you moan, “please.”
Ignoring your urging to go lower, he laves his tongue across your pussy lips. He pulls back just to press his pouty mouth softly against the hood of your clit making you arch your hips upward with a moan.
His tongue darts out to lap at your sensitive bud before trailing down to your leaking hole. He teases his tongue around the entrance, dipping inside briefly, before pulling away to messily kiss your clit. Your thigh muscles jump underneath the palm of his broad hands. He continues to drag his lips across your aching clit, giving it soft kisses repeatedly.
“Fuck, so good,” you squeeze your eyes shut, “please Leon I need more than just kisses.”
“Nah,” his eyes darken even further, lips ticked into a mean smile, “just wanna give my girl’s pretty pussy lotsa love. She only needs my kisses.”
He presses another sloppy, spit filled kiss onto your swollen clit.
You whine pitifully, “Such a tease.”
“Oh I’m the tease?” He pulls away from your slick cunt leaving you gasping out in disagreement, “You’ve been teasing me for the longest time, princess. Wearing those slutty shorts, showing off those fucking thighs of yours.”
He shucks his sleep wear off until he’s only in his boxers. You can see a prominent wet spot where the head of his dick has been pressing against the fabric. You whine again, hands scrabbling at his forearms.
“‘m sorry Leon. I’ll be good, promise,” you pull on his arms, trying to make him move up closer, “I didn’t mean to tease.”
“I bet you didn’t,” his voice is rough, deeper than you’ve heard before, “those flimsy little tops showing me your hard fucking nipples.”
You watch as that mean expression comes back into his face. His thumb presses down on your swollen clit making your gasp in pleasure.
“But I guess that’s what slutty little sisters do to their big brothers, huh? You were just trying to get me hard so I can fuck you good later, right?”
You feel tears pooling in your waterline.
“Leon,” you hiccup, “please.”
His expression softens.
“Hey don’t worry,” he moves up to cage your head between his forearms, bent so your faces are nearly pressed together, “I’m gonna take care of you.”
You keep eye contact as you ask, “Really?”
“Yeah,” he gives you a soft look. “Gonna make you feel good.”
You bite your lip and run your hands through his hair, “Yeah? Gonna show me stepbrother’s big cock?”
“Fucking hell,” his hips grind down onto yours. You feel the scratchy material of his boxers press against your wet cunt as the heat of his cock drags across your pussy lips.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby. Hope you’re ready for it,” he kisses you, thrusting his tongue into your open mouth.
Leon presses you on your back; he brings your knees up to your chest and pushes you down into the bed as he drags his thick cock across your sensitive clit.
You look down and watch as his hand wraps around his dick, pulling back the foreskin to smack at your clit and leaky hole.
“Think I’ll fit, princess?”
He’s so big but that just makes you arch your hips up, angling to get his tip to slide into your clenching hole.
“I don’t know,” you whisper, eyes watching as he glides his cock through your wet folds to tap your clit again.
“Guess we’re about to find out,” he grins.
You both moan when he presses the fat tip inside and sinks into your tight, wet cunt.
He gives you a second to adjust before pulling halfway out to slide back in your hot pussy.
“Fuck,” you pant.
Your hole stretches to accommodate the thick cock fucking into you.
“That’s it,” Leon’s raspy voice washes over your ears, “you can take it.”
You whine, “Too big.”
Your hands claw at the sheets, trying to gain purchase. Your cunt drips slick all over the bed while Leon stretches you.. filling you up so good. Sweat begins to bead up around your hairline making your hair stick to your skin.
You can’t stop clenching down on the thick length spearing you open.
“Please move,” you choke out, lifting your head to peer up at Leon’s dark stare.
“You can use your manners,” he chuckles, “aren’t you full of surprises.”
Your eyes flutter as Leon pulls out to slowly slide back in. You moan unabashedly as you’re fucked slow and deep.
“Please, please,” you chant, “so good. Feels so good.”
Leon’s hands grip your hips, fingertips digging in, “Don’t you make a pretty sight. Such a lovely hole.”
You whine as arousal pulses through you at those words.
“Please, I want more.”
“Yeah?”
“Please,” you mewl, as his thumb starts to circle your clit.
“Mmm so fucking sweet,” he moans, using one hand to hold your hips down and the other pinches and strokes your clit.
“Gonna breed this pretty little cunt,” Leon grunts as he thrusts harder into your pussy walls clamping down onto his thick cock.
“Leon,” you moan out, nails biting into his shoulders.
He grins down at you, “Yeah you like that sweetheart? Yeah you do. Want me to put a fat load deep in this tight pussy.”
Punched out moans are all you can manage as his hips piston harder into you, the wet squelching between your thighs getting louder.
“Shit so fuckin good f’me,” Leon hikes your legs up higher onto his shoulders, “gonna cum in you baby. S’what big brothers do, right?”
“What?” You choke out, feeling the tip of Leon’s dick nail that spongy spot inside you repeatedly.
“Yeah, wouldn’t dream about coming in my girlfriend, but you? My little sister? It’s the only thing to do,” his mouth drops hot, tongue filled kisses on your bite covered neck.
“Ohh,” you keen high in your throat, feeling your walls squeezing onto Leon even harder. Just the thought of him cumming inside you has your clit throbbing.
“Baby fuck yeah only wanna cum in you,” Leon slurrs, “you’ll let me right? Let your big brother fill you up? Show you how much I care.”
“Yes yes yes. Please! Want it so bad Leon.”
You’re drooling from how good he’s fucking your pussy. His fat cock bullies into your cunt on every thrust, spreading you open and filling you up.
“So wet and tight," he grits out, voice rough.
You toss your head back in pleasure, "Fuck, Leon. Your cock feels so good."
You can’t stop your hips from meeting each one of his powerful thrusts. Your pussy clenches around his dick like a vice.
He moans, "That's it, take it, such a sweet girl."
"More, please,” you pant, pushing sweaty hair away from your face.
He bottoms out in your cunt to kiss you sloppily.
“You on some kinda birth control, princess?”
You are, but a dark pulse of arousal makes you want to see what he’d do if you said no.
So, you shake your head no, “I’m not on any.”
His hips stutter and buck deeper into your squelching pussy.
“Fuck,” he’s panting, pupils blown, “really? Fucking hell. I need to—“
He moans and grinds so deep you can feel his tip kiss your cervix.
“S’okay that I don’t pull out?” He slips his cock out and slams back into your pussy, making your eyes roll back.
“But you gotta promise me not to get pregnant, yeah? Otherwise I can’t cum all in this needy little pussy. Promise me, baby and I’ll give you a nice creampie.”
Whining, your nails scratch and claw at his shoulders as Leon rails you into the bed; your bed frame is rattling and the mattress squeaking. You’ve never been more grateful your parents slept on the complete opposite side of the house.
“Promise, promise,” you gasp out.
“Hmm yeah, okay then baby. I’ll fuck you raw and cum in this little pussy. God damn,” he groans, thrusting harder, “fuck, don’t even care if I knock you up. So fucking hot.”
He fingers pick up their speed, flicking and pinching your clit as he hammers into that spongy spot in your pussy.
“I-I’m gonna cum. Leon, you’re gonna make me cum,” you mewl.
“Yeah gonna cum on your big brother’s cock?” He kisses you, tongue fucking into your mouth.
“Uh huh, yeah gonna cum all over my big brothers cock,” you whine, “oh fuck, Leon! You’re gonna have to cover my mouth.”
He grins down at you, hips pistoning harder into your pussy.
“Gonna get loud, baby? Fuck that’s so hot. C’mon cum all over my cock.”
Your eyes roll back as your thighs shake with the force of your orgasm. Leon clamps a hand over your mouth as you scream, pussy gushing and clenching around his hard cock.
“That’s it, fuck me, princess. Best pussy I’ve ever had,” he groans, “gonna cum, gonna cream this little cunt.”
He bites down on your shoulder as his dick buries itself deep in your pussy. Your still clenching walls milk his cock until you can’t feel his cum spilling inside anymore.
“God damn,” he pulls back from your neck, “sorry bout the bruise, sweetheart.”
You roll your eyes, “S’fine.”
He slips out of your cunt with a low hiss. Greedily, he watches as his cum drips out onto the sheets.
“Mmm so hot, baby,” he rubs the cum into your pussy lips, “do I need to get you the morning after pill?”
You laugh at him, “No, I’m on birth control.”
You laugh even harder at his scandalized expression.
“You serious?”
You nod, still giggling, “Yeah.”
He huffs a laugh and cages you in against your bed; he gives you the filthiest kiss and when he pulls away there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips.
“Fucking tease,” he drags his half hard cock over your sensitive pussy, “just means I can cum in you as much as I want though, princess.”
You moan and pull him into another hungry kiss. The kisses turn wet and sloppy, spit dripping down your chins as he sucks on your tongue.
He pulls back to take in your hazy eyes, “Give me a few and we can go again.”
You run your hands through his messy hair, “Mmm sounds good to me.”