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It was too fucking hot. Even for Texas. The image was like for any slice-of-life motion-picture in the Summer; Blinds closed to reduce sunlight, two or three fans going and a shitty AC unit running an entire apartment in the living room. But you were not in the living room, no. You were draped on your bed in the bedroom you shared with your step-brother, Dave Strider. You both had twin beds, both on opposite corners of the room with his end full of his hobbies and yours the same...but more tidy. School was out and really you had imagined something a bit more lively than staying at home everyday in shorts and tank crop but....it was better than the hell-hole that was high school. Prime of your life, 16 and waiting on your dumbass brother to finish mixing whatever horrid mixtape he pulled out of his ass. All for what? So he could play the new Super Smash Bros game that Bro finally let you guys buy.
Sure fucking around and fighting nonstop was fun, but Dave promised he would play the campaign with you. But you had been waiting for two hours now when he promised he would be finished in fifteen minutes. You fanned yourself with the one paper fan you owned and slowly turned to look at Dave, finding that even your phone lacked the ability to provide good entertainment as the device itself was too hot to hold.
"Dave? C'mon dude, are you finished? I wanna play." Prodding him the fifth time had to do the trick, right?
"Ten more minutes."
Well, you should have expected such a response at this point. You groaned, deciding fighting back might be the only option,
"You said that like four other times, dude. You know Bro is gonna yoink the console the second he is home from work." A fact, not just some myth to make Dave play post-haste.
"Ten more minutes, dude."
Alright. That was enough.
"Whatever, you're just lying now. I am going to play without you." After chucking the fan at his head, you forced yourself up and tried to ignore how sweaty you were all over. Thankfully the living room was a thousand times cooler and this bum could roast with his shitty ass PC he built off scraps. You left the room and kicked the door shut. Yeah, take that brother! Maybe something of his will fall.
Regardless, Dave was the least of your problems and you decided every clone and enemy in SSBB would be. You took your place on the couch with a bag of chips you yanked from the cupboard and decided you would NOT move until you finished half the campaign. But you did more than that- you finished all of it. By the time you had finished the sun had long left for the night and the clock was at midnight. You had fallen asleep, controller on your exposed stomach and the menu quietly playing in the room. It was no shock you fell asleep during the credits, especially to Bro, who knew you best and was standing over the back of the couch to look at you.
He had just gotten home only fifteen minutes ago…but he had barely moved aside from undoing his button up and throwing his hat onto the hooks by the door. Well and of course, walking up to see his step-brother/son asleep on what was his bed…and God did you look beautiful. Nothing but LED lights from a television screen illuminating your skin, stomach and one breast exposed with your shorts slid down to your hip bone…enough to expose you absolutely went commando today. But Bro knew you did every day you were home. He knew so much more about you than he let on, and that was simply on the fact he was morbidly obsessed with you. Ever since you started to mature more you became the apple of his eye…and he wanted to do everything and anything with you. Bro had fantasized about doing things to you, especially in ones such as this. So much so, he had to take the opportunity before it slipped. But…that was entirely dependent on if Dave was asleep or not. The kid slept heavily, so much so Bro was sure not even a train running through the building would wake him up. Excitement buzzed through him, a shaky breath leaving as he silently walked through the apartment, through the hall and right up to you and Dave’s room. Bro had done this so many times, just to peak- just to see you…so he was stealthy in the act of being invisible. The door made no noise, something purposely done by the man himself, as he opened it. Sharp orange eyes peered in to see Dave slumped over the desk, snoring softly in the dark room.
Perfect. It was perfect. Bro held his breath as his heartbeat quickened and he gently shut the door. Bro quickly made it to his private drawer and opened it to snag the lube- but a thought came to mind;
You were the opposite of Dave, and slept lighter. If he was to touch your thigh even a bit- you would wake up and the commotion would be a disaster. The man’s eyes landed on an unlabelled bottle….one he knew was chloroform. That would do the trick. Bro did not waste a second longer as he grabbed the lube, bottle and a rag. Let us not ask why Bro Strider has chloroform, it is in YOUR best interest. He held his breath as he drenched the rag before placing it firmly on your face and he watched as you briefly stirred for a minute before going limp. Perfect. Once the rag was gone and hands were washed, Bro found himself on the other end of the couch where your feet ended. Time to test if the damn thing worked. The blonde slapped your thigh once, twice and then a third….and you had not even flinched. Perfect. A shaky breath escaped him as he made way with your shorts, throwing them off to the side before finally having his eyes land on your cunt.
Lord, it was far more delicious than from the short angles he saw in the camera, and he came so much from the clips alone…he could only imagine how much he would unload in you tonight. Unfortunately he did not have all night, as even with how deep Dave slept…the periods in which he would stay asleep were extremely unpredictable. So Bro quickly undid his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free his firm cock and hefty balls. He was a big boy, packing a good 7 inches with a thick girth- uncut and dripping pre as he slowly jerked himself. Bro wished you could be awake for this. Awake for how he was going to steal your virginity and cum deep inside you to seal it off. Bro fantasized about you wondering where your periods went, wondering why you felt so sore down there every other night….it made his cock throb and he could not wait any longer. Bro popped open the lube, lathering his cock up generously before pressing his tip to your hot pussy. It was warm, inviting and although not wet now.,..it soon would be. Even if you hated this now, Bro would make you learn to love it. The man pressed his cock in, mouth agape in a soundless moan as he began to pierce himself in you and stretch you. Your face contorted only briefly, as if your subconscious felt the pain of your hymen being broken and your hole stretched by an older man's cock.
Bro hated admitting it, but the pure idea he was not only raping his brother- but his much younger brother, was really stirring him. He felt in perfectly, your cunt having swallowed every inch of him like you were built to be his. It made him dizzy, breathless and soft grunts left him. He was usually so quiet in everything he did…but the feeling of you around him really undid the stoic knot within him. Your brother couldn’t wait anymore, so he slid out and slammed back in with such force it sent you an inch forward. Gloved hands and black painted nails dug into your waist as Bro began to fuck into you like a desperate animal. It was like a dog smelling a bitch’s heat, feverishly fucking his cock in and out such a fertile hole and panting and whining while he did it. Which is exactly what Bro was doing. Once a stoic beast turned into nothing but a whimpering, whining dog as he fucked you harder than he had fucked anyone. The wet sound of lubed skin against skin was echoing off the walls with the mix of the damn videogame music, the AC loud enough that it blended all together into a wonderful invisible noise. But Bro heard every bit of the noise your body made. The wet squelch of your cunt, the slap of skin- Bro felt feverish.
It was disappointing to say he would not last much longer but also probably for the best least Dave wakes up and catches him. That would be a disaster…but the idea was hot none-the-less. His balls tightened with each swing, every contact with your ass both delightful and loud. Bro muttered curses before grinding himself within you, fucking you so quick and hard that he never left an inch of your pussy. His tip greedily kissed your cervix before he collapsed forward and bit onto your shirt to hide his loud grunt, his cock spilling with hot, fertile seed inside your innocent little womb. Rope after rope…before he finally finished and found himself breathless against your chest. Bro could not believe what he had done….but he found himself not regretting a single bit of it. He wanted more- but he could only do so much more. The fictional clock in his head was ticking and Bro desired to make you pregnant. He pulled out just enough so his head was kissing your entrance and he began to furiously jack himself off. Bro watched the seed he spilled in you pour out your sleeping body, and just watching that alone with the pair of his hand sent him over the edge within minutes. Once meeting that heavenly climax, he pressed the tip in barely to quickly fill you up again. More cum filled you- and Bro found himself temporarily spent.
Honestly he should have been immensely ashamed of himself. Bro should have pulled the trigger on himself that night or turned himself in….but he didn’t. Bro Strider did not regret it. Not when picking you up and showering you- and not even as he laid you in bed with Dave crawling into his own bed. If anything, it stirred Bro more. Now…he could only wonder if you would notice anything at all the next morning. Or every other night he had his way with you.