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You disobeyed me. You know what happens when you disobey me – I break things.
How many times had Billy warned his bratty little sister to follow his advice? How many times had he told her that he was only looking out for her? Who gave stupid fucking Maxine the right to think herself smarter than him? It definitely wasn’t him. The little twerp was only 13. She needed someone to look after her, someone to protect him if she would only let him. Where did she get off on spiting him when he only wanted the best for her? Little did she know that what was best for her was him. Only him. Maybe she hated him, and on many days, he hated her, but who else was watching over her? Her shitty father was gone, and her mother paid her only daughter no mind, not since she married his shitty father. He struggled to remember any times Neil had worried about him. His mother would sooner come back before Neil could muster up the energy to even fake worrying about another man’s kid.
The feeling was mutual. Why would Billy waste his time worrying about someone who doesn’t worry about you? He was still trying to get it into Max’s thick skull. She was still a little girl, no matter how tough she pretended to be. She couldn’t bear the thought that stupid Susan was too preoccupied with what Neil wanted for dinner and whether she was on the menu to give a shit about Max’s new skateboard trick or how she was doing in school.
He didn’t give a shit about that stuff either. So what? At least, he pretended to care sometimes. That was plenty. More than she deserved with the way the little bitch was hellbent on disobeying him. What the fuck took her so long to get to his car after school? Why did she have a stick up her ass about answering the goddamn door when the doorbell rang? Why was Max still hanging out with that disgusting group of nerds and Lucas fucking Sinclair? What would people think when they saw them together? Didn’t she know that people like Lucas Sinclair could only use and humiliate a girl like her? The boiling blood coursing through his veins at the thought was only one of the reasons that Billy found himself in his step-sister’s room after school, her bare skin on well-worn sheets and a strip of duct tape plastered to her lips.
“You should’ve listened to me,” Billy snarled, his lips against the shell of her ear. He drew back to look her in the eyes, so pleading and full of hope, he almost had to laugh. “How many times do I have to tell you to follow my rules? Haven’t you heard the people whispering about you in town? How do you think it makes me feel to see you trapezing around with that boy and his geeky friends?” His breath warmed the gooseflesh rippling her pale skin as he kissed her neck. “I’d much rather see you like this. How long has it been, Maxine? Don’t think I’ve forgotten what we did in California. Don’t think your mother would buy your useless little “I was sleeping” excuse either.” His cock was growing uncomfortable, his zipper threatening to burst, the restriction grueling when all he wanted was his cock to be squeezed inside his little sister instead of his fucking jeans.
“Hmm, what do you think Mommy would say if she knew what her little girl does behind her bedroom doors? You try to fight me, but you always get so wet, sis,” he groaned, his hips beginning to thrust against her thigh as he discarded his jeans. “I’m starting to think the only reason you disobey me is because you miss this. You want it to be just the two of us. We don’t need our parents, do we? I can take well enough care of you. I already do. What do you say, Maxine? I could do it tonight. We’d be states away before the neighbors or cops find their bodies.” He’d never seen anyone as scared as his little sister right now. Good. Maybe now she’d finally listen to him.
He curled an orange lock around his finger before tucking it behind her ear, his other hand caressing her cheek. “You’re a good girl, Maxine. You wouldn’t want that to happen to your mother.” He kissed her nose, then rocked back against his heels and pulled his shirt overhead, tossing it to the pile of clothes rapidly growing on the floor. “I’d bet you wouldn’t want that to happen to your new little friends either. What do you think of that idea, sis? I could string your little boyfriend up in a tree like I’ve been itching to do since I saw him creeping around you.”
Her hair whipped her cheeks as she shook her head back and forth, muffled cries he could only imagine as “no”s and expletives. “I didn’t think so, but it’s up to you, Maxine.” Billy traced the edge of the grey tape over her mouth. She’d better not taste too much like glue when he pulled it off. He needed his lips against hers. “If I take this tape off, are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet? Obey my every order?”
This time her head jerked in agreement. “Good,” he murmured, pinching at one of her pretty pink nipples as he yanked the duct tape from her skin, her weak yelp further hardening his aching cock. The girl probably still expected him to be gentle. Tough shit. Some children need the carrot, some children need the stick. It was Max’s turn for the stick. Clearly anything he said went in one ear and out the other. It was time to teach her a lesson. The hard way.
The hard way was currently being ignored, throbbing in his underwear, each torturous second he was not enveloped in one of his sister’s warm, wet holes dragging on an eternity. It had been months since he had her. He should never have let them be apart for so long. No wonder she strayed, probably feeling ignored. He’d make it right for her next time. This was all about him.
Billy whipped off his underwear, and finally, his skin was against hers again. He dipped his head to her clavicle, nipping and kissing the ridge of her clavicle before drawing one of her pretty pink nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking the pert buds until her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth falling open with a moan which she promptly corrected with a hand over her mouth.
“I don’t think so,” he chastised, his fingers digging into her delicate wrist. “If you’re not going to follow the rules and be quiet, I want to hear what you have to say. Just don’t be too loud, sis. Wouldn’t want our parents to overhear, would you, Maxine?” Billy said with a wink, noting the way the muscles in her jaw twitched as she clenched her teeth.
“It’s Max,” she spat, damp lashes batting against her cheekbone. “Not Maxine. Not sis. Just. Max.”
“That’s cute, baby, but I don’t take orders from you.” He pushed two fingers into her mouth before she could protest. The first time he had tried that, she bit him so hard he almost needed stitches, but by now, his bitch was well-trained. Or, almost well-trained with a feral streak he couldn’t seem to beat out of her. Satisfied, he retrieved them, snailing a slick trail down her stomach to toy with the sparse, orange curls hiding her clit. His hands wandered, fingers sliding through her pink folds, gathering the sticky mess tacking her thighs on his fingertips to taste her arousal. For all Max protested, her cunt was always positively dripping for him.
Her small hands gripped his biceps. All his hard work kicking Harrington’s ass in the gym was finally paying off. Few things felt better in the world than the feeling of his little sister’s cunt fluttering around him. She was so young, too young to have been corrupted by another boy or man. Too innocent to know how to convincingly hide the writhing of her hips as he stroked the spongy patch along her front wall, his thumb strumming her clit.
“Billy,” Max whined. “Stop it. You know I don’t like it. You’re gonna make me pee.” Her teeth scraped against her wobbling lip. “For real this time.”
“You’ve gotta trust me, Maxine. You say this every time. Have you pissed yourself yet? Why would you want me to stop when you know how good what comes next is? C’mon, baby, I know you don’t really want me to stop.” They both knew he wouldn’t really stop, no matter how badly she wanted him to. And with the way her hips were rocking into his hand, he didn’t think her body wanted him to stop anyway. Not his fault that what lies between her legs is wiser than whatever mush fills the void between her ears.
This was how Billy liked her best — her eyes screwed shut, bedsheets clenched in her fists, a rosy red hue flushing her face and creeping across her chest as she climbed higher and higher, pleasure quaking her slight frame, her garbled whimpers swallowed up by her lips until her small hands tried to shove him away as his head dove between her thighs, his other arm bracketing her squirmy hips. He hated this hick town; he hated that goddamn school filled with losers like Steve Harrington and scum like Lucas Sinclair; Billy hated his fucking father, and honest to god, he sometimes hated his stupid, spoiled sister. Except when she smiled up beneath him, her lips plump from his kisses, the glow of desire brightening her eyes, the taste of her last orgasm still on their tongues.
Orgasms made most girls docile.
Maxine was not most girls.
It was cute how she thought she could overtake him. It was a mismatched fight if he’d ever seen one. A weak, little girl against her bigger, stronger brother. All the more muscles to take care of her with. All the more strength to restrain her with. By the time the little bitch stopped fighting him, he’d lost track of how many times she’d come for him, her sweet fluids tacky on his chin.
With a kiss to her damp forehead, Billy flipped them so Max laid on his chest. “My turn, princess. It’s not fair for you to have all the fun.”
“I don’t want to,” Max begged, her blue eyes going wide, her lower lip pouting. “I don’t like it. It hurts my cheeks and tastes icky. Please don’t make me do it again.”
“You know the rules, Max. No one’s forcing you to do anything.” Billy booped her nose, a wicked smile settling upon his lips. “I’ll be happy with your lips and cunt around me, or I’ll be happy with your little boyfriend’s blood on my knuckles and the sounds of your mother’s sobs once she realizes her little girl gets off by getting her step-brother off. Make your choice and stick with it, sis. I’m getting sick and tired of all this waffling bullshit.”
“That’s my good, little girl,” he murmured. His fingers glided through her hair, silky waves of fire rippling against his skin as she pressed a timid kiss to his throbbing cockhead, a droplet of dew sticking to her lips, the top of her tongue darting out to collect it. Her little tongue grew more confident, exploring his length with kittenish lap until his cock shone with her spit.
“I don’t need you to lick me,” Billy snarled, gripping her hair tighter. “Put my cock in your mouth and suck it like the little slut you were born to be.”
Max wrapped her lips around him, bobbing her head ever so slightly, his thick shaft barely kissing her lips.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Billy couldn’t contain the venom flooding his voice. “You’re a goddamn teenager now. I shouldn’t have to do everything for you,” he growled, using his grip on her hair to force himself deeper into her mouth, his purple-swollen tip nudging the entrance of her throat. It didn’t take long for him to grind her nose into his pubic hair, his cocked safely lodged in her convulsing throat.
Her nails raked red tracks down his thighs, the same shade of red her face was turning as she struggled to breathe. She could teeter on the brink of life or death, and his hands were the only hands able to tip the scale. He wouldn’t let up so easily. He was only getting started. Following his guidance, her lips retreated before sliding back into place, flush with his hips. Sloppy wet sounds surrounded them, harmonies of Max’s whimpers and his groans flitting through the air. He should’ve had a fucking drink, or three, and maybe he’d’ve been able to last longer before pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. Max was gasping, theatrically clawing at her throat when all the damage, if any, was internal, but she let him rearrange her, her head laying on his chest as he ignited the cigarette and joint clenched between his lips.
It didn’t surprise him when her greedy little fingers reached out to snag the joint, her timid puff sending her into a coughing fit that rivaled the bubonic plague. She had hardly stopped hacking when she wrestled it back from him and took another drag before snatching the cigarette to do the same. Little sisters — always stealing your shit. Eh, he stole her virginity. What’s that bullshit his English teacher kept bitching on about? All’s fair in love and war? It was only fair for her to take something of his.
Once both butts were dying in the ashtray and Max had stopped begging for a glass of water (she refused his offer to spit in her mouth, so she clearly wasn’t that thirsty), she was soft and loose-limbed beneath him. Such a goddamn lightweight, there was no way in hell people actually thought they were blood-related. Though if they had been, Billy could’ve been fucking sweet, little Maxine for years.
Billy slotted himself between her svelte thighs, his hands inching higher up the impossibly pale skin. Maxine was strawberries and cream — snowy skin, fiery hair. Pink, pink everywhere. Pink cheeks, pink lips, pretty pink nipples. The kaleidoscope of rosy hues tucked between her legs, adorned with a crown of sparse crimson curls. A pretty picture just for him. His eyes only.
He pumped his cock with slow strokes as he slicked its fat, red tip, teasing Max’s tiny pussy. She mewled into his kisses, little hands trying to push him off as he pushed inside her tight cunt, his thick cock fighting for every inch gained.
“Billy, stop. It doesn’t fit,” Max bawled.
Billy scoffed. “Sure fit last time, sis. Can’t see why it’d be any different today.” As if to prove his point, he sank deeper, her pussy accepting him until his hips were mere centimeters from hers.
“You’re gonna break me,” she tried as he pried her legs wider, hitching one bony ankle atop his broad shoulder. Meeting no resistance, Billy nestled in, his groin flush with Max’s, his hands in her hair, his lips on her neck, her snivels in his ears.
Their bodies were made for each other. He didn’t believe in God, but someone out there had to have made Maxine just for him, and it sure as hell couldn’t have been all skanky Susan’s handiwork. His hips found a rhythm of their own accord, his animal instincts heightened by the feast laid out before him. His canines scraped against her pulse point as he bottomed out, rocking his hips against hers to pierce her core ever deeper.
It was no secret that Billy had a bit of a thing for older women, and it was even less of a secret that for Billy, there was always a naive classmate desperate to spread her legs for him. None of those blonde bimbos mattered anymore. There wasn’t a damn cougar or schoolgirl slut in the continental United States that could compete with his warm, wet, and mostly-willing little sister. And mostly willing was more than enough. Couldn’t have her begging for his cock like a two-dollar whore. Much preferred her begging him to stop. That funny little game they played. How long would it take for Max to start pulling him closer instead of shoving him away? One more orgasm? Two? Three? Hard to say. The prissy little princess was pissed at him today. Too damn sensitive about Billy pretending to mow down her darky boyfriend for anyone’s good. Sinclair wasn’t even one of the good ones.
Billy would fuck her so good she forgot who that little runt even was. He’d fuck her senseless, until her only thoughts were the feel of his skin against hers and his seed weeping from her cunt. The bitch was already too goddamn clever; the little brat could afford to lose a few brain cells. He can almost fit her whole tit in his mouth, mouthing at one pale mound, flicking a tight, pebbled bud with his tongue, while his thumb finds the perfect, puffy nub above her glistening cunt, thin skin still straining to swallow his full length.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he husked, his teeth skimming the shell of her ear. “And you’ve been saving it all for me. Right, Max?”
Her scowl was adorable; he liked the way her button nose scrunched up, and he’d be lying if he said the daggers she glared at him didn’t go straight to his cock. “Gonna fill your little cunt, Maxine. Won’t that be so nice? Might give you a bratty, little bitch just like you. Bet you’ll stop being such a cunt when you’re begging me to take care of your bastard.”
“Don’t you fucking d- dare do that again, asshole. I’ll fucking kill you.” Max tried to wiggle up the mattress, but his grip on her was too tight. Her mouth opened wide, but his hand was on her throat before she could scream.
“I’ll do whatever I want, and you’ll act happy about it, you ungrateful cunt. Would it kill you to show some gratitude once in a while? Maybe a please, Billy, let me come and thank you for fucking my needy, little, Billy. But no, you’re too much of a fucking bitch to use your manners when I’ve been so fucking nice to you. It’s alright, baby. Mommy and Daddy never taught you manners, but that’s what big brothers are for.”
He lapped up the fat tears streaming down her cheeks. “How about you practice now, baby?” Keeping his hand on her throat, his other hand snaked down to thumb her sensitive clit, expertly bringing her to the edge. “Let me hear you, Maxine. Please let me come, Billy. Please, Billy, please.”
The sound of her molars grinding together was loud enough to penetrate the lewd squelch of her wet, hot cunt engulfing him, squishing with each snap of his hips. “I’m waiting,” he growled, his fingertips digging in harder, her flushed cheeks burning redder as she struggled to breathe, her hands clawing at his wrist.
“Please, Billy,” Max wheezed. “P- please let me come.”
“So sweet, Maxine. Of course, I’ll let you come. Not like you deserve another one, but I’m a pretty nice guy.” It wasn’t until her legs stopped quaking and her body was too heavy and limp to have any fight left in it that he released her throat, a pretty collar of purplish marks adorning her pale skin.
The sight of her marred throat and slack-jawed bliss was enough to send him over the edge, thick spurts of cum flooding her womb. It wouldn’t be so bad if he gave her a baby. They’d be better parents than the sacks of shit that raised them. And the sight of Max barefoot and pregnant in a house all of their own would probably be the second prettiest sight he’d ever seen.
When his cocked stopped throbbing, he retreated, rocking back on his knees to watch the creamy evidence of their union drip down her glossy folds. Billy scooped his seed onto two fingers and fucked it back inside her. “Can’t let this go to waste, can we, Maxine? Now, where are those manners we’ve been talking about?”
“Thank you, Billy,” Max croaked, her voice raw and ragged.
“There’s my good girl.” Billy brushed the damp hair sticking to her forehead aside, capturing her lips with his once more. His nose nuzzled into her neck as he husked, “Did you know Neil and Susan are going out of town tonight, sis? I’m gonna have you all to myself for the entire weekend.”
Max flinched, whispering. “All weekend?”
“See you in a few hours, baby.” Billy smiled. “I can’t wait for round two.”