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My Brother My Slave

By: machiavelliwriter0



**All characters in this story are 18 years or older**
*I'm thinking of starting a new series. If you'd like more of this style, please comment*



Jeff peered through the cracked doorway, craning his neck in an attempt to see the room beyond. His heart was pounding so loud he was certain anyone within 50 feet could hear it. If someone came upstairs they would undoubtedly notice his hunched form outside Emily's room. He hadn't really planned to spy on his sister, but watching her all day in her two piece swimsuit had given him blue balls to the extreme.

For Emily's 19th birthday, their parents had thrown a pool party with invitations to at least ten other seniors from her class, seven girls and three guys. The party had lasted nearly five hours, the last person finally heading home around 8:00. 

Jeff preferred not to interact with Emily's friends. None of them liked him and he didn't care for their prissy attitudes. Jeff wasn't a jock, though he worked out every day. He was a tall lanky sort of fellow and often felt awkward around women.

Emily, in contrast, was a member of the cheering squad, and vice president of her senior class. Shoulder length hair, slender form, double D cups and innocent face put her on the receiving end of many guys' attention. She stood at 5 feet 7 inches and wore fairly modest clothing that betrayed a hint of sensuality.

Jeff had been stealing glances at his sister since she'd grown breasts at age 15. While he'd dreaded going out amongst her friends, he was unable keep his eyes off Emily's royal blue bikini as she dove head long into their backyard pool. As she climbed out of the pool, he almost thought he could make out the contours of her pussy through wet fabric. Trying not to be noticed, Jeff had gone back in the house to avoid having to deal with the social environment.

Watching some porn flicks that he'd saved on his computer Jeff had decided to relieve himself. Debating between his bed or the bathroom, he opted for the easier cleanup. As he'd opened the door on his way to the bathroom Emily has come around the corner in her bikini, towel over her shoulder. Realizing he was sporting a noticeable erection he'd pivoted sharply, but not quite quickly enough and the two had collided.

"Geeze Jeff, watch where going!" Emily quipped as she angled past him with a huff. "Gawd. You're such a dork."

Jeff had felt the wet fabric as she'd passed by and hadn't failed to notice that he could see the outline of her nipples in the blue mesh. His erection hadn't lost steam due to the brief thoughts about his sister's breasts. As he'd glanced back at her door, he'd noticed that it hadn't shut; a thin sliver of light shown through the nearly closed doorway. 

Jeff knew he shouldn't but he found it hard to pass up the opportunity. As quietly as he could, he speedily moved to crouch in front of Emily's door, desperately trying to catch a eyeful of his sister. He could see her lay her towel down on the back of her computer desk chair and reach behind her back to the clasp ties of her bikini. Carefully, he gave the slightest nudge to the door, making sure she was turned away from the cracked opening. He could now see her clearly as she draped her top over her towel. His heart pounded when she turned around, now facing the door and pulled down her bikini bottoms.

Immediately he felt the blood rush into his cock again as her perky breasts bounced forward. Time nearly stood still for him as he watched her pull the sides of her blue bikini bottom down, revealing a small trimmed triangle of pubic hair just above bare feminine lips. Emily stepped out of them and stood up. Pausing for a moment as if thinking about something, she then turned around and laid them on the towel.

Jeff was surprised to see her move about her room in the buff not that he minded terribly. He could feel the raging hard on in his pants pulsate uncomfortably. He wanted to relieve the ache in his groin but couldn't tear his eyes away as Emily laid out some clothes and hung up her suit to dry. Moving beyond the angle Jeff could see, he shifted to try and get a better view. To his dismay, he'd misjudged how close he was to the door jam. He leaned in to get a better look and his head hit the door frame. He bit his lip to keep from cursing but was certain the sound would have eliminated any possibility of catching any more of his nude sister. Fearing that he'd soon be discovered he moved as quickly and quietly to the bathroom

The distinct sound of Emily's door shutting sent his heart pounding anew. Had she heard him? Reaching into his pants he gave his cock a squeeze to relieve a little tension. So as not to raise any suspicion, he flipped on the shower on and left it at lukewarm to avoid using all the hot water. Dropping his pants and boxers, he closed the lid on the toilet and sat down; erection in hand he began stroke, envisioning Emily standing there naked in the middle of her room. 

He'd seen probably hundreds of naked girls online and had jacked off to many of them, but none were his sister. While something in him felt shame for thinking about his sibling in such a manner, it hadn't stopped him from fantasizing about her body for years. Jeff was actually quite picky with his porn, all the pictures saved on his computer were of girls that, at least in some way, resembled Emily. After seeing Emily's gorgeous body, he knew those wouldn't cut it for him now.

He stroked up and down, eyes closed as he tried to maintain the picture of her delicious breast and her flat stomach, travelling down to those bare pussy lips. He murmured her name, stroking himself faster.

"What the Hell are you're doing?!"

Jeff froze feeling the blood drain from his face. He didn't want to open his eyes knowing the voice that had fronted the accusation.

"You were spying on me weren't you? You perve!" 

Jeff still wouldn't open his eyes, praying that this wasn't happening.

"Look at me you bastard!"

Jeff opened his eyes and saw a furious Emily in her bathrobe glowering down. He tried to cover up his groin.

"You sick fucking bastard! How long were you watching me and what did you see?"

Jeff glanced back and forth, averting his eyes from her glare. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Suddenly in a rush he tried to defend himself. "It was an accident, I didn't mean to see you change, but your door was open and I ...well I....happened to see.....you..."

"Bull shit! That door was barely cracked. You'd have had to get pretty damn close to just 'see me change.'" She grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his lap before he could stop her. "And I suppose your dick just happened to jump into your hands too."

He wrenched his hands away from her and tried to cover himself again.

It hadn't escaped Emily's attention that her brother was not a small in his masculine features. Her last boyfriend was probably a good inch shorter and not nearly as thick. It had been four months since Emily had been laid. She'd almost dragged one of the guys from the party to her room fucked him had her parents not been ever present at the party. As She glanced down at his lap as he'd tried to cover up and wondered just how big he actually was and how a cock that big might feel. Emily had always been impulsive, often leading to many relationships that often flopped. Right now her mind was reminding her along with a dull ache in her groin that she'd gone without for much longer than she'd wanted. A second later she had settled it. If he wanted to spy on her, then she'd treat him like the perve he was.

"Look at me." Jeff's eyes remained glued to the floor. "I said look at me Jeff. Unless you want me to go downstairs and tell mom and dad about this whole thing."

Jeff grimaced and looked up at his older sister. Emily unfastened the ties on her robe. "You wanted to see me?" she said scornfully. "Well, here you go." She opened her robe revealing her glorius nudity, watching Jeff closely, knowing that he wanted to look but was scared it was a trick and it really sort of was. "Why don't you go back to jacking off now, you don't have to try to think about what I look like, so jerk away." She said in a sarcastic tone.

Jeff was frozen. He couldn't tear his eyes from her exquisite body, but yet feared that she may still expose him to their parents. His eyes kept shifting from her shaved pussy lips to her nipples, avoiding her eyes as best he could. He noted that Emily's light brown areoles looked hard as rocks. And still he stared, unmoving.

"What? Do you need me to pose, or perhaps you'd like to peek at me through a closed doorway." Jeff still didn't move. Emily was starting to enjoy the power his fear was giving her over him. The view of his hardening cock, despite his obvious discomfort, coupled with the knowledge that he was at her mercy and whim was really turning her on. Seconds ticked by and Emily took the situation in hand, so to speak. "Fine," She said with finality.

Emily dropped the bathrobe completely and stepped forward pushing Jeff back on the toilet, none too gently. Making sure he was watching her, she put one hand on the counter next to the commode to steady herself and the other at her mound, spreading her moist sex. Slowly, deliberately Emily straddled Jeff. She leaned in, feeling the tip of his cock at her poised fingers. Using her other hand she pushed his shielding hands away from the obviously uncomfortable erection he was sporting. Wrapping her hand around his hot flesh she felt him tense. She looked down and stroke his cock until a bead of precum formed at his tip. She cocked her head slightly, mere inches from his face. "Too spineless to jack off now that you've been caught?"

Without another word Emily sank onto his erection, trying her best not to moan as she felt her brother's large member fill her achingly empty pussy. Keeping her expression as stoic as possible, Emily continued to drive downward until his length was buried completely within her. The look on Jeff's face had started as shock, then fear and then unmistakable, but nervous pleasure. Emily had never before taken a guy as large as Jeff. His girth stretched her cunt and filled the length of her soaking tunnel. The stretching burned a little but the feeling of his cock filling her was incredible. Despite her own pleasure, she managed to maintain her scowl as she sat impaled on her brother's rod.

"I suppose you would rather just be fucked?"

Jeff's breathing was ragged his body trembled and his cock throbbed. Emily's pussy surrounded his cock in pure velvet, tight, pleasurable warmth. He was shaking from both fear and pleasure. Every nerve of his cock radiated pure bliss. His mind screamed in terror knowing that if Emily chose to, she could spin this to their parents any way she wanted and he'd be totally screwed. "Look at me little brother."

With visible effort, Jeff's eyes met with hers for a second before dropping again. Emily's scowl took on a cruel smile. "Say it Jeff. You want your sister to fuck you." She spoke each word with deliberate force. "Say it!" she commanded.

"I want..." he barely whispered.

"What did you say?"

"I want my sister to..."

"You want your sister to what?"

Jeff was terrified, afraid to anger her, yet afraid to say what she demanded.

"I want my sister to fumhhmm me.." He uttered, barely audible.

"Don't be so pathetic. You want your sister to what....?"

"I want my sister to fuck me..." He said just above a whisper.

Emily's cruel smile returned. "Do you?" She flexed her pelvic muscles and Jeff her pussy's grip on his pulsing dick tighten, if that were even possible. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will tell them you forced me." She took hold of his chin and forced his face to level with hers. "Do you understand me?"

Jeff nodded.

Deal struck, Emily began to fuck her little brother, slowly sliding up his shaft. Her power secured Emily finally let her façade of anger shift to her dominant enjoyment as she began to slide back down, feeling as his cock head slid tightly back into place. She took her time raising up and easing down upon his thick shaft. As she became somewhat accustomed to his size, her movements began to vary slightly. Jeff's breath came in gasps as he fought to keep himself from cumming. He was watching his sister's perfectly shaped breasts lift up and down in front of him as she rode his cock. He could feel the slick friction of her tight cunt sliding over his extremely sensitive cock.

Even in Jeff's fantasies, he'd only ever envisioned Emily jerking him off, never had he thought of her fucking him. He couldn't believe how tight her pussy felt, and it was wonderful. He felt his balls rise and his whole pelvis locked for a few seconds as he tried everything he knew to keep from cumming.

Emily had fucked enough guys to know the signs of inevitable orgasm. Even if Jeff's face hadn't betrayed it, his cock was so thick, she could feel the telltale jerk of his muscles as his body had nearly cum.. She leaned and whispered in his ear, 

"You want to cum don't you?

Jeff shuddered and Emily could feel his dick jerk again. She squeezed her muscles around his cock and he gasped. "Say it. You want to cum inside me, don't you?"

Jeff only nodded.

"I said say it."

"I want to cum inside you."

"You want to come inside me, or you need to cum inside me?"

"Please Em..."

"Say it Jeff, " she said as she thrust down again.

"I need to cum inside you." He gasped out.

Emily leaned forward as she lifted her hips, nearly pulling him completely out of her. Extending her tongue she licked the bottom of his earlobe and felt his dick jerk twice. "Then cum!"

As the words left her lips, Emily bit his ear dropping her full weight onto his dick. She buried his cock inside her pussy to the hilt, clenching the entire time and sucking his earlobe into her mouth. The combination of stimulation avalanched Jeff's senses. She could feel as his muscles began to contract and his entire dick pulsed inside her cunt, gyrating as cum raced from his balls into his sheathed shaft. Jeff cried out and Emily's hand shot over his mouth as his sperm exploded from his cock in surging streams of thick white cum pumping into his sister's clenching pussy. He moaned with each spurt that flowed into her. 

Emily gasped as she felt his cock pulsate and shudder inside her cunt as he came. So forceful was his orgasm that she could feel each eruption of cum flowing from his tip as it blasted against the walls of her tunnel just above her G-spot. Each time his cock shot a rope of cum the swollen head pushed on her sensitive G-spot making her feel like cumming and peeing all at the same time. She shuddered involuntarily. She felt herself peak, sensing her control over him, the fullness of him, the virility of him, and the pleasure of his cum collided together and Emily began to cum around her brother's surging cock.

She bit his shoulder to keep from yelling as her body began to convulse uncontrollably squeezing Jeff's jerking shaft even harder, milking it, drawing the milky fluid from his teenage body. She felt the last pulses of his cum fill her as the final waves of her orgasm flowed through her.

She lifted her head, noting the purple outline of her teeth on his muscled shoulder. Neither moved, as they came back down from the high of post orgasmic bliss, Jeff's cock still deep within her feminine depths. A voice from downstairs broke the shared silence and made them both jump.

"Kids, your dad and I are going out for a bit. Don't wait up!"

Emily still straddled her brother as they heard the front door close, signaling that their parents had left the house. She knew it should disturb her that her younger brother had just fucked her let alone blown his cum inside her pussy. Yet, an idea was forming in her mind. This could be very, very fun.

She reached up and pulled Jeff's chin up to look at her again. His eyes were still slightly hazy from his ride. "You're mine now, do you understand? Anytime, anywhere, and anything I want."

Jeff only nodded.

Emily stood up releasing his softening dick and with it a flood of his white cum poured from her open sex onto his cock and balls. Her pussy still gaped slightly from the size of his shaft. Emily dipped her finer into his cum. Raising it to her mouth she cleaned it off, then turned, gathered her robe and left a very confused younger brother still trying to figure out what had just happened.

As she savored the sweet taste in her mouth, she smiled to herself. It would be nice to have a slave to fuck.

My Brother, My Slave



A/N: This series contains (or will contain) gay male sexuality, vampires, incest, BDSM and bondage. Throughout the series there may be instances of non-consensual sex and/or reluctance. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not continue on. You've been warned. 

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I drummed my fingers restlessly against the dark wood of my desk. Waiting impatiently. 

I'm a prince, I shouldn't have to wait. He should be here by now.

I looked at the full length mirror by the doorway to my office and smirked into it. My blonde hair was tousled; it didn't look messy, but rather rugged. A dangerous kind of sexy. My gold eyes shone evilly back at me. My pale skin stood out against my all black suit. The only flaw to my perfect appearance, were the dark purple circles under my eyes. Glaringly obvious signs of an improper feeding schedule. 

I hissed. He should be here. 

The circles under my eyes gave away my weakness. I hadn't fed in a few days. I was in a vulnerable state. It was an unusual situation for me to be in, but with the increase of deaths in the area, and the pressure to keep everything under control, I couldn't very well go out and hunt for my prey. 

My fingers tapped more aggressively against the desk. My teeth clenched. Already my fangs were protruding from my mouth in anticipation. What was taking him so long?

A soft knock reverberated off the door. The handle turned slowly, and a sinister smile spread across my face. 

"Alexander, you called for me." Jacob opened the door all the way, standing awkwardly in the frame. 

"Brother," I said, my deep, silky voice filling the ornate office, "Come." 

Jacob bit his bottom lip, before giving me a small, anxious smile and walking in quick strides towards me. I rose to meet him. 

I took his face in my hands, before taking Jacob's bottom lip between mine, kissing him passionately on the mouth. Our kiss was slow, soft and surprisingly tender. My tongue flicked at Jacob's lips, tasting him. He tasted like sweet vanilla. I knew to him I tasted like fire and ash. My brother's lips parted, and his tongue met mine. 

This was nothing new, but it still made my lifeless heart pound painfully against my ribcage. I'm in love with him, but I'll never admit it. 

I had known I loved him since the day he was born, just over eighteen years ago. I was six then. As soon as I'd held him in my arms, I was infatuated. Back then it was innocent, loving him only as a brother loves a brother. But over the years, it grew, manifested, like a painful disease. And I was terminally ill with it. 

My hands ran down his neck, holding his jaw up with my thumbs. Jacob's hands ran over my shoulders, down my chest, feeling my strong, flexing muscles. 

I pulled away from his lips, and began pressing kisses along his jaw. Jacob was panting softly. I smirked. He was so pathetically weak, so much so, that if it weren't for his gold eyes he could easily be mistaken for a human. 

We're opposites. He's pathetic, weak, submissive. I'm strong, aggressive and dominating. The perfect combination, some might say. 

As I kissed his neck I could feel his pulse, faint, beneath his skin. I held back a snarl, and instead began nibbling my brother's ear. He whimpered softly against me, his hands gripping my vest, holding me to him. 

"Tell me, brother, did you feed properly this morning?" 

There were too very different ways to feed. The first, was to hunt down and drink the life out of your prey. It's a very personal, exhilarating experience, tasting their fear as you suck the life out of their bodies. The second, is to drink pre-packaged blood from a bottle. Much like wine, each bottle can have its own very distinct taste. The way you prefer to feed says a lot about you. Those who prefer drinking from the living are generally sadistic and cruel. Those who prefer drinking pre-packed blood generally don't take part in any killings at all. I'm the first kind. 

"Yes, my love." Jacob breathed softly, shuddering against me. My teeth gritted together. He was lying to me. I could tell easily. His skin was pale, even paler than mine. The circles under his eyes were a dead giveaway, and his pulse was faint. 

"You drank a full serving?" I asked, pulling away. He looked up at me earnestly, nodding his head. He looked so innocent, so naïve. So deliciously malleable. 

"You remember what I do to people who lie to me, don't you, little brother?" I asked, smirking arrogantly. 

"You hang them in the dungeon by their ankles." Jacob said quietly, his gold eyes searching mine. 

"That's right, my pet. Do you want me to hang you in the dungeon?" Jacob's eyes widened in fear. 

I'd only ever hung him in the dungeon once or twice before. I only did it when he was extremely disobedient, this wasn't cause enough, but he didn't know that. 

"Please, my prince, I'm telling the truth." Jacob urged. I snarled, my hands moving quickly up to his hair, gripping it tightly. He gasped quietly, his head craning backwards into my hand to decrease the strain on his scalp. 

"You have one more chance, tell me the truth." I was already being far too generous. But I'd much rather play with him than lock him up for the night. 

"I'm not ly-"

I pulled his head back, revealing his shockingly pale neck. With a snarl, I sunk my fangs deep into his skin. He cried out, instantly falling against me. I caught him of course, and held his small body against mine. 

Vampires hardly ever shared blood between one another. It was a sign of weakness, or extreme trust, to share your vein. It made you extremely vulnerable. 

When drinking someone's blood, you can easily enter their stream of consciousness. You can taste their emotions, read their thoughts, watch their memories. If you were a weak vampire, there was no stopping the hunter from accessing your brain, knowing everything. Jacob is a weak vampire. 

It was simple to scour through his memories. I watched him pour himself a small glass of blood, and drink it quickly, frowning. He was taking only enough to survive, not enough to live. My anger flared up again. I couldn't feed from him, I could risk killing him if I took too much. 

"Tell me brother, why aren't you feeding properly?" My thought echoed in his mind. 

"I was hoping you'd let me have some of your blood if you saw how weak I was."

One of the best things about feeding (other than the health benefits, of course) is that the prey is incapable of lying. 

I retracted my fangs, pulling completely out of my brother's neck. His blood trailed down his skin slowly, creating delicious red streaks down his white skin. If I licked at the wound for a few more seconds, it would heal almost instantly. I wouldn't though, I wanted the marks to stay there, remind him who he belongs to.

"I didn't mean it, Alexander." Jacob said quickly, breathelessly. He was exhausted. I, on the other hand, had a new magnificent burst of energy. 

I held my brother against me, stroking his hair gently. Coaxing him into a relaxed state.

"Oh, my love, when have I ever let you draw blood from me?" I cooed. He whimpered quietly, his arms loosened around me. 

"N-never." 

"And why is that?" I released him, confident that he could once again hold up himself. 

"Because you are The Prince." He pulled away slightly, looking up at me. There was fear in his golden eyes. My cock stiffened, looking at his terrified, pathetic frame. 

"And you are..." 

"Worthless." He said. It was true. Vampires of nobility for the most part only ever had one child. The first born got their name, their status, their land and their wealth. Once I choose a partner and get bonded, Jacob will have to leave the castle. And when that happens, he'll have the status of a common vampire, nothing more. 

"That's right, pet." I said, looking at him. He looked sadly down at the floor, he seemed to sort of cave in on himself, making his already small frame appear even smaller. 

"I just wanted to feel closer to you." He whispered. I reached out and stroked his cheek gently once more.

"You've been greedy." I said softly. He nodded.

"Yes." 

"I forgive you." I said calmly. Jacob looked up at me, shocked at my mercy. Or what he thought was mercy. He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. 

"Thank you." 

"Unfortunately, I still have to punish you." 

Jacob's eyes widened in horror, he dropped my hand and took an unsteady step backwards.

"What?" He squeaked. 

"If I don't punish you, how will you learn?" 

Jacob began stepping backwards, his hands raised defensively in front of him. His eyes were tearing up. I smirked, following his slow, unsteady footsteps. He didn't realize that he was trapping himself between my desk, and me.

"Please, I didn't mean it." He said. I just grinned. "I won't ask again."

He gasped when he backed into the desk. I placed my hands on the desk on each side of his hips, boxing him in. His head turned wildly back and forth, as he realized that there was no way to get away from me now. He tried one final, desperate plea.

"Please don't put me in the dungeon." He whimpered. I chuckled darkly.

"I won't put you in the dungeon, pet." 

My lips were on his again. But this kiss was nothing like what we'd shared only minutes ago. This kiss was rough, me showing him who was in charge. I bit at his lips, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. I pressed my body against his, my erection rubbing forcefully against him. He whimpered against me, his hands moving to my chest once more. 

I felt his chest, my hands dancing across his dark purple vest. I tore it off easily, the buttons clattering softly as they hit the hardwood floor. My fingers ran up his shoulders, and I dug my nails into his crisp white shirt, tearing it off of him easily. It fell, tattered, to the ground. Jacob was helpless against me.

I kissed down his neck. I licked at the savoury trail of blood on his skin, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I tasted him. I sucked and bit at Jacob's neck and shoulders. He writhed and moaned against me, both in pain and pleasure. 

Without warning, I grabbed him roughly and turned him, slamming his hips against the desk. Jacob cried out in surprise and pain. I chuckled again, running my fingers delicately up his spine, making him shiver with anticipation. Then I aggressively pushed him, pinning his chest against my desk. 

"Stay." I commanded, moving my hands to Jacob's trousers. He obeyed, resting his chest against my desk, submitting to my will. He titled his head up, looking out my door, which was still wide open. His cheeks tinted a deep pink. 

I hardly ever bothered to shut my door when my brother and I were intimate. I'm not so self-conscious to care if a servant catches us. Everyone in the castle, including our parents, knows that Jacob and I are lovers. While I try to hide it from my parents, more so to prevent them from feeling uncomfortable than to actually keep any sort of secret, it is completely their fault if they come into my wing of the castle and see something they don't want to. 

I unzipped my little brother's trousers, letting them fall to my office floor. Jacob whimpered helplessly, as I exposed more of his body to the cool air. I began fondling my brother's erection, smirking as I felt it harden in my hand. I clicked my tongue patronizingly. What a pathetic whore. 

I know that Jacob loves me. He's as obsessed with me as I am with him, only he's much more open about it. If he had a choice between having me beat him every day for the rest of his life, or me never touching him again, he would choose the first one, just to feel the warmth of my hand. Absolutely pathetic. 

Jacob whimpered, this time with pleasure, as I rubbed him through his underwear. He arched his back, pressing his ass against my erection. I pulled my hand away, and easily tore off his underwear throwing it to the floor. 

"Oh pet," I murmured, my fingers trailing up my little brother's spine. He shivered against my desk, but didn't say anything. 

My brother has a beautiful body. If I was a loving man, I'd spend hours fawning over him. Kissing all the bruises, massaging out all the knots of stress, licking at every cut and bite. I'd stroke him slowly, listening to every delicate sigh and whimper of pleasure. I'd bring him to his climax, hold him against me as he came. 

But I am not a loving man. 

I brought my hand down hard on his left ass cheek. A loud slab reverberated off the walls of the study. My brother cried out, twitching against the desk, tears springing up into his eyes. A satisfied smile came across my face as his cheek turned a wonderful shade of pink.

"Why am I punishing you, Jacob?" I asked, positioning my hand above his right cheek, preparing to strike. 

"Because, because, I lied to you?" He asked cautiously. I smacked his ass, and he screamed with pain. 

"That's wrong my love, guess again." 

"Because... because I was disobedient?" Jacob's clenched his ass together, awaiting the next blow. He was panting, his voice thick with tears. 

I slapped him again, the sound echoing down the corridor. 

"Wrong again, my sweet. Try again." 

"Oh, I don't know, I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please tell me!" He sobbed, completely unreserved. 

I gripped my brother's hair tightly in my hand and pulled it, so his back was pressed against my chest, his ear next to my mouth.

"I'm punishing you because you need to learn your place." With that, I licked a stripe up his neck, tasting the sweat that formed there. The sweet taste of Jacob filled my mouth, and I relished it. 

I abruptly pushed him back against the desk again and began slapping his ass with fervor. Jacob screamed with pain, twitching and writhing against the desk, the tears flowing steadily as I punished him. 

"Tell me you love it Jacob." I ordered. 

"I-I love it, I l-love it!" He gasped, his fingernails clawing tracks into the desk. I laughed. My hand was stinging from hitting him, I couldn't imagine how his ass was feeling. My cock was rock hard, listening to him cry out. 

"P-please, please, mercy, mercy." Jacob begged, sobbing into the desk. I sneered, but stopped my brutal assault on his bottom. He sucked in air shakily, panting. 

"Thank you, master, thank you." 

I loved it when he called me that. I guess he is learning, after all.

I grabbed his ass cheeks in my hands, massaging them. His butt was firm, and round, and just fucking magnificent. It was even more beautiful at this moment, as it was a delicious shade of pink. 

"Mm, your ass is so fucking red, brother." I murmured, squeezing his cheeks again. Jacob whimpered, his body finally relaxing once more. 

I spread his cheeks with my hand, revealing his tight knot. I spat on it, then moved my index finger to his hole, circling it. 

"Please, brother, please not today. I'm so sore from last night." Jacob whispered. I smirked. I had been rough last night. But I couldn't help it. There was something so sexy about having my cock buried deep inside his little ass, fucking him senseless while he cried out in pain and pleasure. 

Jacob was only eighteen, and wasn't very used to having anything inside of him. I tried to be somewhat gentle when I took his virginity, but since then I'd only been rough with him. No matter, he'd get accustomed to having my large prick inside him soon enough. 

I crouched down behind him, so my face was level with his bottom. I kissed his right cheek softly, my hand moving to the left to rub it gently. Jacob sighed appreciatively, his legs shaking slightly in anticipation. 

My fangs started to elongate again, as the bloodlust took over. I let them, feeling them grow into the delicate tapered points that jutted out just past my lower lip. 

Jacob gasped loudly when I sunk my fangs into his thigh. He shuddered, surprised at the invasion. 

I drank greedily, quickly searching through my brother's mind. My mind was flooded with his pain, anguish and arousal. He was so weak. I should go easier on him. He couldn't handle it rough right now. 

Reluctantly I pulled my fangs from his thigh, licking up the blood trails that trickled down his pale leg. 

"Get on your knees, brother." I said, standing quickly. Jacob complied, unsteadily moving to his knees. He was still hazy from the quickly severed connection. I stood in front of him, with my hands on my hips. 

"Suck me." 

"Thank you, brother." Jacob murmured, looking up at me. His cheeks were tearstained, and it made my cock twitch. He moved his hands to the zipper of my pants, pulling it down slowly. He didn't unbutton my trousers, maybe he really is learning. I liked keeping my clothes on, it gave me an even larger advantage over my brother. 

He pulled my cock out, his eyes widening slightly as it was fully erect. He'd seen it before, sucked me off before, but it always shocked him to see my dick. It was 9" when fully hard. Jacob's cock was only about 6". 

Jacob sucked in a deep breath, before flicking his tongue over the head of my cock. He looked so nervous. He didn't really need to be. He'd sucked my dick countless times before and he was good at it. He'd become good at sucking me off unusually fast. 

I loved to train and teach Jacob, even though he's generally a very slow learner. I started teaching him about obedience when he was five. To this day he still doesn't fully grasp the concept. I taught him how to give blood when he was thirteen. He had his first kiss when he was fifteen, it had been with me. And now that he's eighteen, I've wasted no time in teaching him how to be a good cocksucker, and how to take a dick up his ass. I've been his first and only in every aspect of his sexual life, and even though I've never said it aloud, it's something that I cherish. 

"Mm, yes, little brother." I moaned softly as Jacob wrapped his lips around my cock, and slowly bobbed down on it. He looked up at me, his beautiful golden eyes meeting mine. His tongue eagerly lapped at the pre-cum on my tip, before he pushed his head down further, taking more of me into his throat. 

I moved my hands to his hair, tangling my fingers in the blonde tresses. Apart from a smirk, I gave Jacob no warning before roughly plunging my dick down his throat. He gagged, trying to jerk away from me, but I held him still. I pushed more of my length into him, holding his face steady as a few stray tears spilt from his eyes. 

"That's it, brother, you can take all of it." I murmured. I kept pushing into him until my dick was buried to the hilt inside the warmth of my brother's mouth. I held him there for a few seconds, feeling his throat constricting around me. Finally, I let him go. 

"You look so pathetic, pet." I said, looking contemptuously down at him. He was panting, gasping for air as spit ran down his chin, onto his bare chest. His face was bright pink, his eyes teary. 

"You better get your lips around my cock, brother, before I change my mind and fuck your tight ass instead." Jacob looked up at me, his eyes widening in horror. He quickly returned to lavish my large prick again. 

His lips wrapped around my member, his dominant hand moved to the length he couldn't take and he stroked me quickly. I moaned softly, tangling my fingers in his hair once more. I pumped my hips, fucking his face quickly. 

I picked up speed, fucking his face without abandon. His hands slid down my trousers, and he gripped them, holding on to me while I used his mouth like a little fuck-hole. He was choking, gagging and moaning around my prick, sending wonderful vibrations all around my cock. Jacob was taking what I was giving him though, eagerly. He was such a good, submissive little whore. 

"You want to jerk yourself, don't you brother?" I asked, ramming into his throat. He looked up at me, moaning. I chuckled. 




My Brother, My Slave



"Don't even think about it."

He groaned at this. There was no way I'd let him cum before me. But it wouldn't take long now, I could feel the wonderful pressure begin to build in my stomach. I moaned loudly with pleasure, a low rumble emitting from my clothed chest. My breath was coming in short pants, a thin layer of sweat covered my muscular body. 

I pumped quickly, deeply into his mouth a few more times, before pulling out. I held his hair with one hand and rapidly stroked my dick with the other. My brother looked up at me with adoration in his eyes. Spit ran down his chin. That was all it would take. 

I let out a loud groan as I came. My cum arched up in the air before landing in thick, white streaks across my brother's pale face. I twitched slightly as I came down from my orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

"Please, brother, please." Jacob begged. I knew what he meant. 

"Go ahead." I said simply. 

Jacob began to jerk himself feverishly. He was whimpering quietly, panting, high-pitched short moans escaping his pink lips as he brought himself closer and closer to his orgasm. His free hand still gripped my trousers.

"Please, may I cum, please?" I smirked, I thought he'd forget to ask. 

"Good boy. Yes, you may cum on my shoes." 

He came instantly, his body jerking as his orgasm hit. He let out a long, high-pitched moan. His spunk shot across my shiny black shoes in long streaks. Jacob gasped as he finished, desperately trying to reclaim his breath. 

"Lick it off now." I ordered when he finished. He looked up at me and nodded sumbmissively. He leaned down, bringing his face to my shoe. His tongue slowly licked across it, as he ate his own jizz. I sighed contentedly, tucking my dick back into my pants. 

When he was finished, he swallowed his own load, then looked up at me. He was still on his knees, with his bottom resting on his feet. He placed his hands on the floor between his legs.

"What would you like of me now, brother?" He asked obediently. I smirked. 

"Go downstairs and feed. Enough for two, I'm thirsty," I tongued the protruding fang in contemplation. "And clean yourself off." I took his chin in my hand, tilting it up, so I could look into his eyes. My seed was still coating his cheeks and forehead. 

"In that order." 

Jacob blushed and nodded. He stood and looked at me for a few seconds, before quickly pecking my lips and hurrying out of the room. 



My Brother My Slave Ch. 02



**All characters in this story are 18 years or older**

**A/N: I was unprepared for the reaction that chapter one provoked and as such have decided to continue down this venue. Comments and input is always welcome, enjoy.** 

Emily felt her orgasm building steadily, pulsating stronger and stronger. She pinched her stiff nipples and moaned as her clit resonated with tension. Her eyes closed, Emily felt the surge of pleasure pulse strong only to fade and then surge again stronger. Each wave of pleasure grew in magnitude, mercilessly sending her toward her release.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh yeah...Just like....Ohhhh......fuck.....oh..oh..oh..ohhh yeah." Emily's hands left her nipples and grabbed Jeff's head, pulling it tighter against her pussy. She was so close and he'd better not screw up this time. Her hips jerked as the movement of his tongue sent a jolt of fire through her. Emily's feet pulled him forward as her hands pushed him into her cunt.

"Oh yeah....just like that......Oh..oh..oh..ooohhhh....ohhhhhh...ohhhhhhh......FUCK!...AHHHHH AHHH AHHHHHHHHH! Emily reached the edge and was falling. Her toes curled as muscles insider her tunnel rhythmically pulsated, searching for a cock from which to draw its desired seed and draw it deep into her body. Jeff had obeyed her instructions and as she plummeted over the edge, had stuck his tongue into the entrance of her sex as deep as he could penetrate. Jeff could feel the tiny contractions barely surround his tongue as Emily came on his face.

Emily had a handful of his hair, never letting go as she rocked back and forth from her orgasm. Jeff would never tell her, but the scent of her cunt was intoxicating. His cock was rock hard as his sister ground her pussy into his face and moaned in ecstasy. He desperately wanted to stroke himself but he didn't dare.

It was only two days ago that Emily had walked into the bathroom and caught him jerking off, murmuring her name. She'd blackmailed him, if you could really call it that and "forced" him to fuck her. He'd been scared of her, but as his balls had emptied their pent up load, he knew that anything she asked, he'd do, if only to cum in that tight pussy again.

Emily shuddered and gasped in a breath as the convulsing orgasm subsided. Her brother was actually doing well for his second time at eating pussy. She felt him cleaning the rest of her cum from her lips and she simply lay there enjoying the blissful afterglow. She knew Jeff was enjoying himself, even though he acted shy. She didn't have any doubt that he'd doing anything to fuck her again. But that in and of itself, was not enough. She needed to maintain a certain level of fear for this to work. It had taken her two days to formulate a plan of action, a way to ensure that Jeff would never betray her, never cheat on her, and never stop fucking her. Her power over Jeff was nothing more than a bluff.

She'd never turn him over to their parents, he might break apart and tell them everything and that would effectively screw her plans. She needed leverage, something that, if found, would only point to him as an offender. She couldn't chance her word against his. The solution had been inspired from a site she'd found the night before. She'd lost track of time browsing the internet last night, specifically a amateur sex video site. 

Jeff was unaware, but a camera was set up on her headboard, hidden. Had finally figured out what she was going to do at about 2 in the morning. She was going to get proof. Jeff was going to force himself on her and she was going to get it on film.

Jeff moved his head as Emily, still panting from the explosive high, released his hair. Her eyes were still closed but she sensed he was jerking himself. She wanted to simply lay there and bask in the afterglow, but her plan called for quick action. She forced her eyes open and wasn't surprised to see Jeff, cock in hand staring at her nude form. "I didn't say you could jerk off, little brother." He looked at her face, but didn't stop stroking, a look of uncertainty on his face.

Emily sat up on the bed and glared at him. "I said hands off Jeff."

Jeff paused and stared for a moment dumbfounded and then release his shaft. She almost felt sorry for him, he looked so pathetic standing there naked with the thickest, longest, suckable, fuckable...she blinked to stop her thought process. Jeff was her slave and he only got to cum when she told him to, or at least that was what she needed him to think.

She titled her head in an innocently inquisitive manner. "You want to fuck me, Jeff?"

Jeff swallowed but nodded.

Emily waggled a finger at him. "You know the rules Jeff....Do you want to fuck big sister?" She enunciated each word of her question, making sure he knew what she wanted.

"Yes, Em. I want to fuck you." He spoke soft but clear, remembering how she'd forced him to say over until he got it right.

Emily winked at him and smiled a sly smile. "Then you gotta play a little game." Emily slipped off the bed and knelt in front of him, taking his cock in hand. She stroked him gently. His eyes closed at her touch. "Open your eyes and look at me." Jeff's eyes focused on her and obediently watched her.

She continued to stroke him lightly staring up at him. "I want you to pretend to force me to have sex with you."

Jeff looked totally confused. She smiled. "Oh come on, it can't be that hard to pretend that you want to hold your sister down and fuck her brains out." She leaned in and licked the leaking tip of his cock, collecting his oozing precum. He groaned. "Is it?"

Jeff again looked scared to answer.

Emily squeezed his cock to the point of discomfort. "Wouldn't you like that?"

Jeff shook his head.

Emily's face flashed with warning. "Jeff." She paused for effect and then slowly, deliberately repeated the question. "Have you ever thought of holding me down..." She rose and licked his nipple. "Forcing my legs open..." She drew her other hand against her wet sex and brought it to his nose. "Shoving that thick, hard cock, into my..." she rocked her head from side to side, "virgin pussy"...She circled around him, cock in hand and placed her scented hand at his nostrils again and leaned closer to talk in his ear, "and fucking me until you filled my with your hot, milky cum?"

Emily knew she'd planted the fantasy in his mind. She could feel his racing pulse through his gorgeous cock and hear his panting breath as he inhaled he musky scent, feeling her bare nipples touching his back. He was hers. Emily leaned in an licked his ear. "I'm willing to play.....are you?" as she spoke those last words she silently stroked him.

Jeff was having trouble thinking. The intoxicating scent of her orgasmic juices, her sensuous tongue licking his earlobe, and the soft hand sliding back and forth over the skin of his already engorged cock was stealing his will to resist. He felt his body shudder and the muscles behind his throbbing member, push more of his clear arousal to his purple tip. His refusal to go along with her demands was only half hearted to begin with. He now felt himself not caring about the price of her sexual attention, only that he must have it. He groaned feeling her slide down his back and give him a gently bite on an ass cheek, all the while gently tugging his erection.

Emily could feel his acquiescence. He was her slave, and regardless of whether she had to coerce, yell, or merely seduce his devotion, it was going to be hers none the less. The power she felt over him was palpable and she relished it. She knew he would do anything to have his way with her, and truth be told she wanted to be fucked right now, hard and brutal. She knew she had to act the part, regardless of how much pleasure she took. It was after all, her means of securing her slave's allegiance. She wanted his cock, his mouth, his muscles, but most of all she wanted his mind. Knowing she'd forced him, dominated him, and secretly coveted him, had made for the best orgasm of her life.

Emily knew that the power was only half the turn-on. She had always cared deeply for Jeff. Anyone observing would think she hated him, but that wasn't true. She distanced herself on purpose from Jeff. Her life, her friends, her entire popular world would crush Jeff in its heartless cruelty. Emily rationalized that her distancing and now dominance was protecting him. Exposing him would not only bring an end to her absolute intense sexual relationship, but more importantly would alienate Jeff beyond repair. Their parents were straight laced, by the book, conservatives. If any hint of sexual conduct, of any kind, came to light regarding Jeff or Emily, they'd be thrown out and disowned. No it was better that she keep this secret, by any means necessary. And, though she knew she was being selfish, Emily didn't want to give Jeff to anyone else. He was hers. He was her slave.

Emily had shifted around him until she was face to face with his masculine endowment. She tentatively licked the clear fluid from his cock the sucked just the tip of his penis forcefully. Jeff gasped and more precum oozed into her mouth. Releasing him, she looked up, the picture of innocent question. Jeff's eyes were closed. 

"Look at me little brother." He looked down at her and she could see the willingness in his eyes. He was hooked. She rose and went over to her closet and picked out the ugliest night gown she could find and slipped into it. She turned to her naked brother and looked at him commandingly. "Now grabb my arms and throw me onto that bed, then rip this night gown off of me and fuck me as hard as you can." She leaned in to make sure he was hanging on her words. "Do you understand? I want you to rip it off and fuck me. And no matter how much I tell you to stop, I don't want you to quit until you cum. Period."

Jeff's eyes looked down and then glanced back up. After a few moments, he nodded.

Emily smiled. As she turned away from him touching the record button on the small remote she'd palmed from the closet. It was time. She adopted the most disgusted and said, "Are you fucking nuts? You're my brother for one and two, I'm planning on saving myself for whoever I marry!" She waited but Jeff still didn't move. She turned her face so that the camera couldn't see her, but Jeff could. Flashing him an expectant look, she turned back. Jeff didn't move at first. Then his face changed, as if he'd made a decision and would now act on it. She saw his face harden and it nearly frightened her as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Caught off guard, Emily pulled back, first in instinctual response, then stronger as she slipped into her role.

"Let go of me!" She struggled but Jeff's strength was much more than her own. He pulled her to him and brought his mouth down on hers. The touch of his lips sent a flash of electricity through her spine that settled between her legs. She pulled her mouth free. "Get off, what the..." Her statement was silenced by his mouth again forcefully capturing hers. He pulled her to him as he invaded her mouth. Emily was desperately trying to remember her role, she was desperately trying not to push him down on the bed and fuck him.

"Shut up and get on the bed!" Jeff yelled. She was taken back by the commanding tone of his voice, and turned on.

She pulled away from him, trying to free her arms from his grip. Jeff swung her around and in a single motion, threw her back on her own full size bed. She had little time to think as she felt his hands grab the hem of her night gown. Leveraging both arms he yanked the material. The audible rip gave her gooseflesh as Jeff tore the night gown from the base all the way to her breasts. He grabbed his cock and stroked it. Emily shut her legs tight and, knowing that the camera could no longer see her face, raised her eyebrows at him.

"Jeff stop!" Jeff placed a palm on either knee and yanked her knees apart. She knew her sex was soaked, feeling her excitement dripping. She hadn't expected to feel this turned on by his dominance. She could feel her own anticipation of his cock entering her pussy. His strong arms rippled with strength as she tried to pull her legs back together. "Jeff, no! Please....NO!"

Just as she had instructed him, Jeff didn't listen to her, but continued instead maneuvered to keep her legs open. Even though she struggled for theatrics, resistance was farthest from her mind. She stopped trying to stop him with her legs and began to try to push him away with her arms. Jeff caught her wrists and leaned over her, pushing her arms up to hold them above her head as he mounted her.

Emily's hips involuntarily thrust upward, grinding against his erection. She closed her eyes to collect herself, trying not to moan. Jeff flexed his stomach to get the tip of his cock at her slick entrance. Without resisting, she knew the lie would easily be spotted.

"Jeff! Jeff.....ah.....ohhhh....ohhh.. . Jeff stop, your hurting me..." She said the words, heard the tone, but her eyes blazed with hunger. Jeff began thrusting deep and she felt her body respond. Her nipples turned to stone, her skin became super sensitive to the touch and her clit was throbbing to be touched. She grabbed one of her pillows and whimpered, not at any pain, but at the want to have him touch her more and more until he came inside her.

Fuck it! Emily hit the stop button on the remote and shoved it into the pillow, hoping Jeff hadn't seen. With no eye on her to betray her intent, she let herself go as he pounded into her. He railed her to the point that she began to feel sore from the pounding. Jeff slammed his cock into her again and again. He tried to look angry but the look on his face belied any anger. He was getting close, she could tell. She could feel the building of her second orgasm as he continued to plunge himself as fast, as hard, and as deep as he could. She felt him tense and pause for a moment. She knew he would cum soon. She could see it on his face. Renewing his pace he drove into her. She felt her body tingle and a flood of her own juices begin to pour. It was like cresting a wave on a surf board, slow rising. Jeff's face scrunched up and his body went rigid. He plunged hard and she felt the wave crest. As his cum began flowing into his sister, Emily felt her whole body seize and then she was cumming too. His cock spewed jet after jet into her as she milked drop after drop from him. She cried out with the force of it, hearing her brother grunt and gasp as the last of his juice was propelled into her quivering cunt.

He fell on her from exhaustion and she stroked his sweaty hair.

"That was.....perfect." Emily gasped out. "You did well Jeff." He seemed to go limp atop her, as if still scared he had failed to please her. Emily felt slight amount of sorrow that he was in such fear, but it was quickly swallowed by the feeling of repulsion for what she'd done. Had she gone too far with this?

Jeff's hips began to rock slowly. Emily noticed he was still hard. And felt the sloshing thrust of his cock as he began to slowly, rhythmically drive into her pussy again.

"Oh Gawd Jeff..." She wrapped her legs around his back and let him once again fuck her. "That's it little brother...that's it....."

Tomorrow would worry about itself, right now, she would enjoy it, relish it, encourage it.



My Brother My Slave Ch. 03



*All Characters in this story are fictional and are over the age of 18.* 


Jeff looked out his window into the back yard, admiring the view. Particularly he was interested in the 19-year-old woman in the blue bikini sunning herself. The sun was just right and glistened off of her oiled skin as she lay, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. Jeff's pants felt tight as blood rushed from his thinking head and towards the pulsating head in his groin. He wanted her, but then that hadn't changed since last week when she'd caught him spying on her. She'd fucked him and he'd cum deep inside her body. The experience had been completely unparalleled. His orgasm has been the most intense that he could remember. As amazing as those facts were, the one that nearly made him cum from the realization was, it was his extremely hot older sister.

Emily had extracted from him his loyalty and also his cum, using his cock as the delivery service. He willing did things for her that before he'd been indignant about. If she called, he answered, if she wanted something, he got it and if she wanted to fuck, he obliged with lustful virility. He craved it and hated it. He knew he was her slave and he couldn't think of how to get out from under her demands without also being ousted from her pussy.

He was afraid of angering Emily, lest she withhold his newfound pleasures. He was even afraid to ask for favors, fearing that she might punish him for daring to insinuate his own desires above her own. She had him by the balls, and as long as she emptied them, he would just bare through it.

As he watched, Emily's form shifted and she began to untie the string straps of her bikini top. He openly stared as she removed the top and began to apply more tanning lotion to her bare breasts. His hard-on now solidly tenting his shorts, became extremely uncomfortable. Emily had made it explicitly clear, he wasn't to make himself cum. She was in control. If she wanted him to cum, he would, if not, he would suffer through. Somehow, she would know, he was certain of it.

Jeff's erection became nearly intolerable and he pulled his shorts down and slowly stroked the sizable cock, feeling the slight ease of pressure as he squeezed his shaft as his eyes focused on her massaging hands. Emily's lips parted in what looked like a gasp. Jeff gripped his length tightly as he felt a burst of precum slither up his shaft.

Thankfully, their parents were at work, and were not due back for another four hours. Jeff's hand returned to stroking. Emily's left hand began to massage the nipple of her left breast. Her right hand began to slip down her chest to her toned stomach. Jeff's rapt attention followed Emily's right hand as it reached the waistband of her bikini bottom and slipped beneath the fabric. He felt another drop of precum ooze forth as the form of Emily's fingers, visible through the blue fabric, dipped between the folds of her own sex. He clamped his shaft again as he noted how the form of her hand bobbed up and down and he had little doubt as to their movements.

He looked at Emily's face and saw the clear expression of pleasure. She rubbed herself for a few seconds and then withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth. As she licked her finger, she turned and looked straight at Jeff's window, a piercing expression lighting her gorgeous face.

Jeff felt himself nearly cum and he clamped down hard around the base of his throbbing cock. He looked away, worried that Emily could see him through the glass. Her expression told him she'd seen and known precisely what he was doing.

Although, technically, Emily had told him he couldn't cum, not that he could bring himself close. But her antics had almost pushed him beyond that point. As her tongue had licked her fingers, he'd nearly creamed all over the window. He looked back to see if she'd returned to her self-indulgent breast play. To his dismay, she wasn't there. Jeff felt his heart sink as the back door slammed shut.

He could hear Emily climbing the stairs and fleetingly thought about pulling up his shorts, but it struck him as stupid given his extremely visible boner. Trying to hide it would betray his activities, not to mention make her anger more severe. Betrayed by his own cock, he opted to leave them around his ankles

Emily burst through the door, a mixture of stern annoyance and flying cleavage. She hadn't bothered to put her top on and her sensual form was reaffirming his cock even as he dreaded what was coming, and most notably, he thought, not he.

"I thought I told you no jerking yourself!" Her jaw was set and firm as she pointed to his twitching cock.

"I uh...um well, I..." Jeff fumbled with his words.

"You what? Couldn't help yourself?" She looked at him with incredulity. She shook her head. "I swear Jeff, if you didn't have such a gorgeous cock, you'd be lucky to have any woman think you're worth it. You're such moron." She walked up to him. "Now, answer me truthfully Jeff."

"Well you never said I couldn't jack off, you only said I couldn't cum, I didn't break that." He looked away, glancing back to gauge her reaction.

"What the fuck do you think would happen if you jacked off Jeff? You'd suddenly go soft and be done with it. You know maybe I should just call you Jack-off Jeff. Seems every time I see you, your cock is in your hands!"

She moved closer grabbing his softening member in her hands. Now that this magnificent dick was out, she saw no sense letting it go to waste. She began to stroke it back and forth and Jeff, in spite of himself felt the blood surge back into his shaft. Her soft fingers, still moist from the tanning lotion felt like velvet pleasure on his shaft.

"Jack-off Jeff." She said again. "I suppose now you want me to let you cum, don't you?" She gave a squeeze and he felt his body respond, sending another drop of precum to his tip.

It had been three days since he'd "forced" her to have sex with him. He'd done everything he could not to disobey her. Emily, for her part, had done everything to frustrate him. From walking out of the bathroom naked, to going without panties and bending over for him to see as she left to jog, or even groping his jeans when the family had gone out for Italian last night. The attention he was getting, or lack thereof was building up a considerable ache in his 18 year old balls. Today, the view of her sunning herself had just been too much to stand and he'd actually begun to stroke himself.

Emily understood guys needed to cum; especially when they hadn't had sex recently. The greater the time between lays, the more packed their body's became. By three days, she suspected that Jeff's balls were already aching to deliver their precious shipments. A shipment she wanted to expedite as long as it was under her direction.

Truth be told, cum had always fascinated Emily. She'd first given a handjob to her boyfriend and had been surprised when the pearly liquid began pumping itself out of his cock. Since that experience, Emily had found men cumming to be extremely intriguing. A man's penis was extremely fun to watch as it spasmed, pulsed, and splurted that pearly liquid whenever and wherever she might allow. Emily had watched more than a few guys cum from school. Jeff's cock was larger than any other she'd ever seen and she had not yet watched him cum, really watched it burst from the tip. Oh she'd felt him cum. Jeff had been the first guy she'd ever actually felt cum. His cock was long enough and thick enough that when it jerked about inside her, releasing rope upon rope of semen, she'd actually felt it. She wanted more. She wanted to throw him down and feel the pulsing delivery of his cum. But this situation would have to be dealt with. He wasn't allowed to cum, not at all, unless she permitted. Knowing full well that he would give a bigger blast if he had to wait, she'd fought her own self control to keep from jumping him whenever her parents were out. Her own fixation on him had already required a change in batteries on her favorite vibrator.

But his little stunt was giving her an idea. He wanted to cum, she wanted to watch him cum, what could be a more perfectly agreeable situation?

She released his cock and pointed to the chair by his computer. "Sit."

Jeff sat in the chair and Emily walked up to him, sauntering seductively. She took his head in her hands and tilted it down. "Take them off." 

Jeff reached to kick off his shorts.

Emily sighed in exasperation, "My bottoms Jeff, not yours." 

Jeff froze and looked up at her, as if unsure he'd heard her correctly. Emily made a gesture of impatience, wondering how he was so smart in tech and so stupid with sex.

"Well, do you want to empty those balls, or do you want to go on staring at me out the window." She took her fingers and walked them up his chest. As she touched his lips then nose, she emphasized, "Jack-off Jeff?" Her index finger tapped his forehead. Jeff sat for a moment longer.

"The longer you wait, the longer those poor balls are going to be so very, very blue, little brother."

Jeff's hands lifted and looped into her bikini bottoms and began to tug them down. Her arousal was easily evident by the musky scent of her sex. He wanted to lick her, taste her on his way down, but didn't want to make a mistake, lest she walk away.

He pulled them to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Jeff still held them as he sat back up.

Emily leaned forward, her breasts falling in front of his face. "Now I want you to wrap them around your cock and Jack...Off....Jeff. " She punctuated the last three words with a seductively commanding tone, emphasizing each.

Jeff could hardly think as his sister's full breasts lay bare in front of him. His cock was rock hard. His balls ached with need, and he wasn't sure what she wanted him to wrap around his cock. In his mind he could see himself fucking her gorgeous tits, but without her direct permission, he didn't dare suggest it. He looked down at her swim suit bottoms, still in his hands. He glanced up for confirmation. Emily only lifted her eyebrows at him.

Jeff wrapped the blue bikini bottoms around his aching cock and began to stroke, slightly self conscious about jerking off in front of his sister. Ironic, jerking off had gotten him into this situation, and here he was back at it again. His eyes glided over her as he stroked slowly, grabbing the skin of his cock so as not to rub it raw with the suit. 

"And Jeff, I want you to stop right before you cum." She said with authority. "I'm going to let you cum, but I want you to tell me before you do, and NOT as you're cumming, understand? BEFORE!"

Jeff only nodded and continued to glance at her body and then back to the floor. Emily wanted to make sure she didn't miss the show and needed him to realize her control. 

Emily stood with her legs parted, just enough so that he could see the lips of her pussy and the outline of her clit. He watched her stomach and then looked up at her nipples and felt his cock grow in his hand. He slowed even more as the material of her swim suit felt rougher with his arousal. Emily noticed and turned on her heal and walked out of his room.

Jeff sat in his computer chair, cock in hand, unsure of whether he should just keep going or wait. A moment later Emily, still completely nude walked into his room carrying short wooden stool and a bottle of something. She set the stool down and straddled it, perching on the supports so that her knees came forward, spreading her legs and her beautiful lips. He could actually see the lips in detail, slightly pressed on the stool and showing the hood of her clit as she leaned forward.

Emily's hand removed his from his shaft and she unwrapped her bottoms from his cock.

"On second thought Jeff, let's not get your cum on my brand-new bikini. Here, use this, you're getting a little red." She handed him the small bottle and he noticed it to be silicon sex toy lube. He flipped the top and poured a small amount on his hand.

He was grateful to have a lube as her swim suit was getting a bit dry. He idly wondered if could steal a pair of her panties form himself, but blanched at the thought of discovery. He kept his fist firm as he penetrated it with his length. He glanced up and saw Emily watching him, he paused.

Emily noted his hesitation and let out another exasperated sigh. "If you want to cum, I get to watch." He began stroking again. Emily decided that she might be able to help him out and eyes on his stroking cock, she reached down and began to rub her clit.

Jeff glanced up from the floor and noticed Emily's hand now obscured his view of her pussy, but his next thought was that he didn't mind all that much as he watched her rubbing her clit on the stool in front of him. As he stroked, she rubbed and he could see the glint of her juices coating her fingers. He involuntarily sped up as he watched. More than once he'd sat in this chair, jerking to some porno where a girl was getting herself off. It was one of his favorite things to watch.

Emily felt tension slowly building in her groin. Her fingers danced about her clit, avoiding hard pressure that often brought too intense sensation. She was watching Jeff and saw him speed up. She smiled inwardly, it was working. Jeff stroked a few times and then stopped, gripping the base as his cock jerked once, then once again resumed his fists up and down movement. She didn't mind guys jerking off in front of her, but when they came, they'd better keep their hands off if they expected to cum on her. When Jeff's cock pulsed three times before he was able to stroke again, Emily reached out and smacked his hand away. He was too close and she wasn't about to let him finish himself.

Jeff let go of his cock with a whince as he noticed Emily's glare. "I told you to stop before you got too far." She poured some of the lube into her small hand and took hold of his member. As she began to stroke him she felt hisbody stiffen and she clamped down on the base of his cock. The muscles at the base of his cock lurched three times before subsiding. She stroked up and down, making sure she applied a little pressure and twisting slightly when she reached the super sensitive head.

Jeff groaned as she pumped her fist up and down, up and down. Emily watched the tip of his cock, glancing up at his face to gauge how close he was. She felt his body tense as she delivered stroke upon stroke. Emily's left hand reached out and began to gently squeeze his sac. She quickly hid her smile as he almost came out of the seat.

He looked down at her. "Please Em....please slow down, I can't...."

Emily knew he was almost to the point of no return. She kept stroking. He tensed. She kept stroking. His toes curled up and his thighs flexed. She kept stroking. "Em.......oh.....I.....oh....." 

Emily smiled. Jeff had crossed the threshold. She felt the first jerk of his cock, then three seconds later another. Glancing at his balls she saw them rise and as his cock jerked again, Emily let go of his cock and squeezed firmly, but gently on his balls.

Jeff's face contorted. He felt like he was balancing on a diving board. As Emily stroked him, he felt his balance falter. It's the sensation you have right before one falls off the height, the moment you know you're starting to fall. Muscled poised, breath caught, Jeff fell. Liquid pumped from his balls, squirted from his prostate, surging, mixing, blazing it's way up his cock.

Emily watched as Jeff's cock dipped down and then sprang up as the spasms began. The second time it dipped, she saw the cloudy droplet form on the tip of his cock. As his cock surged up, the first thick rope of cum hit her chest, across her breasts and face, barely missing her right eye. She unconsciously licked her lips and tasted him. As the second launch of his semen began, Emily moved forward, mouth open. As his cock lifted, letting loose another surge of cum, her mouth closed over the head. Jeff's eyes shot down as he watched his cock jerk about like a pump, filling Emily's mouth with his masculine cocktail. He was shaking as four pleasurable waves of sperm exited his tip. His groin lurched with each contraction, emptying his aching balls.

Emily felt five strong pulses from his cock and then felt this begin to diminish as his body ran out of semen to pump. His cock jerked even as little cum made it to her. She sucked him hard, pulling his cum to her, drawing up the shaft, drinking it, milking it, urging it to flow into her mouth. She drew finger up his shaft and Jeff yelped. Emily began to swirl her tongue and his cum around the super sensitive head of his cock. At the same time she squeezed his sac again. A final jerk sent the last of his cum into her mouth. 

Releasing his cock, Emily ran her tongue around in her mouth and then looked him in the eyes as she swallowed her mouthful. Jeff's muscles felt like jell-o. Emily rose and walked to the door, turning to him. "When you're cock is hard again, I need to be fucked, and I expect not to wait long." She used a finger to gather his cum from her breast and then slipped the cum covered finger between her pussy lips as she turned and left her still shaking, speechless brother.


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My Brother My Slave Ch. 04



*A/N: IF YOU DON'T LIKE FEMALE DOMINATION STORIES, don't waste your time reading this series. You have been warned. I had this ready to post nearly a day after part 3 but thought it might be received better if I lengthened it.*

**All characters are at least 18 years of age or older**



Emily walked into her room and sat down at her computer. She was still in a daze. Despite the cool air conditioned room, her naked skin felt hot and feverish. A pleasant burning sensation flowed along the drying streak of her brother's cum. Her nipples were taunt as her chest heaved with her ragged breath. The lightheaded exhilaration born from pure sexual excitement thrummed in her body. She was alive with sexual energy that craved an outlet. Pulsing veins carried blood to her already aching groin, demanding a response. Emily touched the mouse of her computer, waking it to life.

She opened the folder marked "History Assignments" and clicked on the file she'd named "Divide and conquer." The video loaded and she immediately felt her thighs tense and her nipples ache as the scene unfolded on her monitor. It was a horrible angle and the lighting was completely wrong, but it was impossible to miss the events unfolding.

Strong muscles flexed in against resistance. He was forbidding in his pose and his dark form showed him to be a forceful and insistent assailant. Emily could make out her own features. A look of fear, and then pain as her clothes were ripped from her by strong hands. She watched herself, half remembering and half watching the brutal movements and forceful contortions of her naked body being taken by her own brother. 

Taking in the replay, Emily felt her pussy heating. Her recent encounter with her brother's cumming cock had already brought her close to a peak. Time had frozen as she watch his body react. She had watched his balls, turning in that rolling movement, drawing up close to his body in preparation. His muscles had tensed like a cat ready to pounce. The shaft of his large cock had flared, flesh red hot as blood raged, turning it to living steel. Jeff's entire being suddenly channeled all his energy into the release of sexual bliss.

Emily had knelt in front of him, mesmerized as her brother's cock had begun jerking of its own volition. His balls tightening up, ass clenched, mouth agape, and eyes unfocussed, Jeff couldn't stop the impending flow. Emily loved watching guys cum, watching the pearly liquid build like a droplet of dew between the slit of their engorged mushroom shaped head. She'd feel her heart stop for the split second as it suddenly launched its volley of hot pleasure, followed by another, then another.

Gooey, thick, rich, almost sweet offerings would then be propelled from a man in the agonizingly consuming pleasure that is cum. As the tip of Jeff's cock formed the initial dewdrop, Emily's heart was pounding, as the first stream of sperm hit her and she was smiling. As the second stream attempted to paint her sensual form again, she'd captured the spigot, intent on devouring every ounce of cum he had stored. This was her brother, her slave, his sex, his cum, and it would be hers alone. 

When she'd watched his thick semen launch from his gorgeous tip, her body had felt afire with anticipation. She'd almost cum herself with the hot liquid splashed across her breast and face. Now, as she watched the scene unfold, her excitement was rekindling. Jeff's arms flexing to restrain his prey, his rough thrusts driving into her with ferocity she'd never seen from him. She was soaking wet. Watching her brother take her in such a dominant manner was turning her on intensely. She felt his dominance, even though she was the one in charge of his moments, she ached for him to forcefully take her. She was willing, oh she was willing. Secretly, she knew she would submit to anything Jeff demanded as long as he bent her over and fucked her brains out. She would never admit it. It was her power, her right to keep him on a leash. She would fuck and be fucked when she chose, and that was turning into her every waking moments.

She wanted his cock now. As she watched his muscled ass thrust forward over and over, she wanted it. She ached for it. She wanted to feel the burn of his entrance, the tightness of her lips as they slid over him in a feminine sheath. She wanted to feel as the engorged nub of her clit was dragged across the pulsing thick shaft of his driving cock. She wanted to feel his cock jerk within her in his release, driving her insane as the forceful cum massaged her g-spot. She wanted his cock buried inside her desperately.

She could feel her body responding, begging to be touched. The scent of his cum still lingered on her breasts and the sweet but slightly bitter taste of it on her tongue. She could feel the trail of cum on her naked skin, it burned with desire upon her flesh.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so turned on by anyone. Most guys, she simply fucked to scratch "the itch." But none of them affected her like Jeff had. Sure, she'd sucked cock for cum when she'd been in the mood, but right now, she felt like she was in heat. She couldn't decide which she wanted, more of his cum on her tongue, or injected deep inside her teenage cunt. She clicked the screen off and relocated to the bed, hoping that her brother would actually come in soon. She was in desperate need of a fuck. She was in desperate need of Jeff to fuck her.

She arose from her chair and noticed a wet spot where she'd sat. She was so ready for Jeff's cock. She looked at the door, it was still closed, Jeff was still in his room. She brooded a moment, thinking of how selfish he was being of how she'd have to punish him for it. How dare he make her wait. She'd just given him release, now he should take care of her raging frustration.

Jeff had just cum, but it didn't take long for him to recover as she'd found out when making that recording. He cum inside her pussy and then minutes later had begun driving into her again to cum once more after her pussy had begun to ache from the thick cock hammering it for so long. She'd been in heaven. She'd wanted to teach him some of the finer points of making love to a woman, but that had been lost in the raw lust consuming them both.

Emily lay back on her bed spreading her legs. She could smell her own excitement. Hell she'd been excited while she'd tanned, knowing full well that Jeff could see her from the window. All she could think about since she'd woken was fucking him. She was certainly worked up enough. Reaching down between her legs, her hand glided over the nearly bare flesh. He finger spread her pussy, reveling in the sensation of her own fingers touching her sex. She easily slid a finger in, then two, knowing full well she could slide three in without difficulty. She glanced again to the door, still no Jeff. She cursed and slipped her fingers from her attention starved cunt.

She rolled over and opened the middle nightstand drawer to retrieve the vibrator, if Jeff wasn't going to help her cum, she'd take care of herself. The absently wondered how to show her disappointment to her young brother. She clicked the switch on the basic seven inch vibrator.

As the humming filled the small room she heard the door open. Deliberately, Emily pressed the tip of the vibrator to her clit and groaned. While pleasurable, she wanted something in her, some hard presence to fill her void. Slipping the vibrator inside her lips a good five inches, Emily felt the vibrations pulse within her sex. She clamped her muscles down on it, intensifying the sensations and moaned.

Her breath came faster. Emily heard the click of her door latch, he was there. "About damn time," she thought. She released and squeezed again, feeling herself slowly rising towards her crest, even as Jeff stood in the open doorway. She knew he was watching her. She didn't stop.

For a moment, Emily played with herself as a show for her brother. She was enjoying the power she had, both mentally and physically over her younger brother. As long as his cock did his thinking, she'd always have him by the balls, literally. His eyes feasted on the sight of her writhing nudity. The scent of her sex was thick in the air.

She spread her legs completely apart and drew up her feet, guaranteeing him a complete view of her teenage pussy. She wanted him hard, but moreover, she was getting turned on providing this performance for him. She wanted him to enjoy it, to like it, to desire it, to desire her, to be her slave by choice.

Emily pulled the humming vibrator from her tunnel, feeling the tingling sensation that its absence always left. She pressed the slick tip of it to her clit and gasped at the intensity of sensation that flowed up from her clit. The increased stimulation of her clit by the humming vibrator was quickly building. The tension begun by touching her brother's cock, swallowing his cum, and watching the video of him taking her in such firm power coupled with the intimate internal caress of its tremulous vibrations was lighting her senses on fire. She was already close, but she wanted to feel him, his touch, his presence.

In as firm a voice as she could muster, she said "Jeff, stop gawking and get over here." It wasn't an invitation, it was a command. She needed his hands, his mouth, his cock; she'd made his job abundantly clear: fuck me.

She could feel his presence as he stood beside the bed, hard as a rock, waiting. Emily shifted her body so that her ass was even with the edged of the bed. Provocatively, she spread her legs again, pointing her toes out, knees bent, open in invitation. "Get on your knees. I need to cum, now."

Jeff obeyed and Emily gasped as his tongue began to lap at the liquid nectar between her legs. She extended her thighs to drape her calves on his shoulders as his head nestled between her thighs. She moaned at the feeling of her brother's tongue, licking the length of her lips, briefly grazing her clit and then repeating the motion.

Emily loved watching Jeff eat her pussy. She reached for a pillow. As she pulled the pillow under her head so she could watch and feel his mouth as it devoured her sex, Emily gently began humping his face. Her mind was so clouded by the need to cum that she had a hard time enjoying the moment. Jeff's tongue licked up and down, up and down, touching her clit in a swirling motion then repeating his up and down trace along the beautiful teenage flower.

She hissed at him when he didn't change his movements. "I didn't tell you to put me to sleep, Jack Off Jeff, make me cum!" She let the sexual frustration seep into her voice. Jeff's eyes looked up into hers. She returned the look with a disapproving scowl. "Use your hands.."

He reached up. "And don't just kneel there licking all afternoon, it would take forever to cum if you keep that up. Can't you do anything...oooooh, yesssss, just like....ahhhh......that.....yessssss......"

In the middle of her scolding of his lack of imagination, Jeff's lips encircled her clit and began to gently suck while pressing his tongue hard against her rubbing back and forth. Emily's back arched when his fingers pinched her hard nipples. Knees pulled up, the heals of her foot pulling his shoulders toward her body causing his head to press harder against her aching core.

"That'ssssssss.......it.......right......oh fuck yes....... Don't stop Jeff, I'm close." Her gasps for breath as the friction of Jeff's tongue sent flames of pleasure from her slit to her stomach. She felt the muscles in her stomach clench and then her ass and her stomach again. She was close. "Jeff.....listen.....to.....me.......oooohhhh........fuck...........when I......start.....to.....ohhh.....cum!" She couldn't tell if he was listening as he kept up his torment. "Stick....your....aaahhhh....oh....cock....in me and......make me......" His tongue was almost too much, causing that intense sensation of nearly having to pee. She gritted her teeth, resisting the precipice. She knew that while Jeff was touching her, it was her pleasure, her lust, her will that was his master. 

Emily groped about, trying her best to pull resolve to finish her demands, but it was terribly difficult, she knew she was going to cum, it wasn't a choice now, it was a reality. "Jeff....." She panted, "Make me... cum....at least....twice...." the effort to say the words was stealing from her resistance. She flopped back on the bed only to arch her back and draw in her feet. Emily felt her toes curl, her pelvic floor felt a tingle, weightless, poised, and then the rapture of pleasure began to overcome her senses. "Ooohhhhh......Jeff! OH...Ohh...ohhh....Argh......uhhhhhhhhhh!"

Emily's body began to tremble as she came into her brother's mouth. His tongue didn't stop its assault and Emily felt fire ignite from her nipples, racing down to her stomach and meeting the feeling of blissful release as her tunnel attempted to clench its male counterpart that was unpleasantly missing. Waves of ecstasy pulsed in concentric circles out from her sexual core.

Pleasure ignited in her legs and arms, the tingling sense of falling from a great height filled her being. As she fell into the pool of heavenly release, hot fire ignited from the place where Jeff's cock touched her spasming pussy. She could feel in vivid agonizing pleasure as he slid the large tip of his cock into her aching body. Emily could feel the profound difference as her tunnel was invaded by the hard mass of male flesh. The liquid lubrication flowed around his cock easing its thick shaft into her core.

Emily felt the surge of her orgasm continue, not stronger, just lasting as Jeff gave a might plunge into her depths. She heard herself yelp as he seized her hips and began pumping himself in and out of her shuddering teenage cunt.

This time, she didn't have to order him to move, he was familiar with what she wanted. She shakily tried to sit up, failing twice to support herself. Managing to get up on her elbows, Emily gasped as she looked down. She started cumming harder at the sight of his thick cock sliding smoothly into her body. She could see and feel each dip into her tunnel. 

Emily could feel as her cervix dipped into her tunnel in attempt to greedily suck up the invader's explosive fluids without success. Each time Jeff's cock was plunged to her depths it kissed the tip of him. The discomfort ceased to impeded her forceful contractions around his stroking dick. He head fell back and she gave a small cry as his thumb met her clit. It was torture and she basked in its aura.

Involuntarily Emily's cunt tightened in a cumming vice like grip, and Jeff could feel the friction rubbing against him in silken intensity. He continued to swirl his thumb around her clit even as he felt his balls rising up. He stroked in and out again and again, the sheen of her fluid coating his pulsing rod. He looked up and saw the look of pure lust on her face, the look she'd had as cum had jetted into the air in front of her. She wanted him, he knew she did. He was submitting to her wishes and was in heaven because of it.

He loved to see this creature of sex, this depiction of passion, this seductive side of his sister's unleashed lust. His thumb rubbed an raging red nub of heart pounding excitement. His shaft pumped in and out of her puffy pink pussy lips. He scent of intoxicating excitement entrenched him in his need to serve her body. Inundated by her cries of pleasure, fueled by his need to inject her with his cum, pleasured by her tight 19-year-old cunt, and mesmerized by the sight of himself fucking her, Jeff could only drive onward.

Emily's legs pulled from his shoulders up against her body, her feet bouncing gently with each thrust. Jeff leaned in, deepening each stroke, attempting to bury himself in his sister's slender body. His body, almost twice her bulk, could maneuver her smaller form to give him the deepest penetration. His thrusts were eager and through her orgasmic haze she could sense his enjoyment. The first time she'd had his magnificent flesh inside her, she'd be somewhat unprepared for the stretching feeling his sheer size imposed on her pussy. Now, she relished it, ached for it. Each time she felt it slide into placed and withdraw, she moaned and shuddered.

Jeff felt her contractions around his cock and gritted his teeth to hold back his own orgasm. He wasn't finished with her yet. He continued to thrust into her while rubbing her clit. As he watched her, he couldn't remember when she'd looked so beautiful. Her smooth skin healthily displaying the gentle outline of her rib cage as she arched her back, impaled on his meat. Her hair was mussed and her face flushed. He could feel her pleasure as she wriggled involuntarily around his penis.

Jeff thrust his hips up into her again and again, nearing his own completion. He bent forward, his hands now on her sides as he penetrated her. He could hear her cries becoming louder as his humping groin moved at a frenzied pace, the need to fill her with his seed consuming his mind.

Emily was shaking, clenching, crying out for him. His body lowered until her jiggling breasts were against his muscular chest. Emily's eyes had been closed but opened, his face a breath away. In a ragged voice she spoke, her eyes burning with the heat of their physical connection. "Don't just stare you idiot, kiss me!"

Jeff's controlled dissolved as his lips meshed with his sister's. Brother and sister, locked in sexual passion, began to kiss in uninhibited desire for each other. The intensity of that kiss caught them both and flung them into the abyss. Every inch of Jeff's hard cock slid home, the tip nestling in the cleft of her cervix. His shaft grew in girth, stretching her as the orgasm started. His balls pulled up, his ass clenched, his sacs emptied and his cum flowed into Emily's pussy.

Screams of bliss filled the room as she lost control of herself. She was certain that her bladder had failed her as the most intense pleasure filled her. She could feel every detail of his cock as it pulsed to life within her. Emily suddenly felt warmth begin to flood into her. She gasped with each surge of his cum as it pumped deeper than any man she'd ever been with. She realized that the warmth she was feeling was the liquid essence of her brother. Slick cum squirted against her cervix, injecting the cloudy fluid into her womb. She couldn't describe the sensation, but she didn't really care, she simply let herself go, feeling her body contort and undulate uncontrollably.

A grunting Jeff collapsed on her, his sweaty body giving off their combined sexual aroma. Her lips were still locked on his as the last of his cum pumped into her.

He held her tightly, not wanting to break the moment. Jeff was starting to realize that he would have done all this even if she hadn't threatened him. He was beginning to see her differently. He had always noticed how hot she was but, at this moment, he was seeing more than that. She seemed cruel, but he sensed something else beneath that mask, though he wasn't sure if it was more than pure lust.

Emily's voice came in a tiny whisper at his shoulder. "I love you Jeff."



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My Brother My Slave Ch. 05



*A/N: IF YOU DON'T LIKE FEMALE DOMINATION STORIES, don't waste your time reading this series. You have been warned. This installment is much longer, by request, however it also contains a small amount of BDSM. The contents will turn on some and appall others, so fair warning. I hope you enjoy it.*

**All characters are at least 18 years of age or older**

Jeff felt it begin, torturous, insistent, engulfing, blissful, welcoming, and completely irresistible. His arms cradled her ass, his hands at the middle of her back as her body writhed in beneath him in the throes of abandonment. Muscles in Jeff's balls, swinging from his thrusting hips, tightened and pulled their precious contents closer to his body as it began to overtake him. Healthy teenage hormones saturated his body, fueling a crazed manufacturing of male essence, intent on penetrating and possessing its living counterpart. Ripples started from the vessels storing his copious masculine energy and flowed outward in agonizing pleasure in a seemingly unending journey that would be over far too quickly. Reality slowed to a stop as the flood began inside him. Surging forth, it swelled, pulsed, and unmercifully forced itself from its bound captivity.

The base of Jeff's cock began to jerk. All but a small fraction of the length was buried inside her. Smooth, slick, feminine flesh engulfed the now throbbing shaft. The tube connecting his balls to the pleasure pinnacle of his body thickened in preparation. A swell pulsed along the length of him, starting at the root of his cock and traveling to the tip as fluid began to flow from him. Emily's moans turned to intense cries as he felt the most exquisite sensation at the tip of his cock. Emily's cervix kissed his the sensitive end, like it was sucking on the head of his cock, drawing, dragging, wrenching the cum from him greedily. Visible ripples traveled from the base of his cock, disappearing into Emily's quivering cunt, and blasting their way to their feminine target. He could feel it rage through his shaft and inject his sibling with his seed. He moaned in ecstasy as surge after surge began to send resonating pleasure through him. Each surge of his cum caused storms of lightning along his nerves. Even as she felt his cock jerk and throb within her, he felt the suction upon his tip. Emily's pussy surrounded his cock in a vice of clenching bliss, her wet slick center massaging from her orgasmic contractions milked him as he injected his cum into her. The feeling was unmatched. Brother and sisters cried out as they drove each other one, beyond the abyss of release. His cock was sucked by her pussy, his cum sucked by her cervix, Jeff nearly passed out from the sensations of he sprayed the inside of his big sisters womb, painting it in a milk white.

Both clutched at each other, incapable of any speech apart from unintelligible groans and cries of delight. Jeff had never felt a release like this. His knees were weak with exertion as the last of his white cum finished its journey inside his sister's shuddering body. He feared what might happen to his mind if it continued and dreaded its end as the final, diminished rush of his sperm found its intended home.

Emily was hanging on to him for dear life. She had felt every shudder, every pulse, every jet of cum launched from her brother's quivering dick. It was beyond description. The surge of warmth and the shuddering of tightly wrapped flesh took her breath away. Her lust had finally found its channel, a port in which to pour her raging desire and insatiable appetite for mescaline spirit. She would devour him with her body, becoming one with him. The words that came from her lips were uttered without conscious thought or guarding.

Jeff knew he'd heard her say it, but the knowledge did not completely rest his fear of her. He repeated the words over and over, but a feeling of dread came over him, should he try to wield the power behind them. Emily's body began to stop shaking slowly coming down from the orgasm that he'd induced. He didn't want to pull out of her. He didn't wish to withdraw from the pleasure that was her body. 

Emily's grip slackened and his weight bore down upon her. She shifted to allow his heavy frame to rest on her. She could hear her words echo in the silence of the room that had moments ago burst with sexual release. She was scared. "I love you Jeff" she'd said. She knew it was true. But at the moment, she wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do about it. For now, she knew she couldn't trust him. She'd shown a weakness, an opening for him to exploit if he felt differently.

He had defied her. He had made her wait. It was completely worth the wait, she knew. It had been the best orgasm she'd experienced in her life. She knew that her best orgasms would only come from Jeff's cock and the injecting of his cum. She wanted every ounce of his cum in her. She wanted to be filled to overflowing with the essence of him. She would never let another woman take it from him. It was hers. He belonged to her. His cum would only ever fill her pussy or flow down her throat, she'd see to that. 

Emily began to think about his disobedience. She needed a way to punish him. She had to consider what would punish him without taking away from her own needs. She wanted his muscles, his cock, his cum. She knew she couldn't go more than a day without the gift that only his body could give. The feeling of his softening cock insider her made her suddenly eager to fuck him again. She almost laughed at how ridiculous it was. Since she'd mounted her brother's cock on in the bathroom a few days ago, she'd been overcome by the nearly uncontrollable urge to fuck his brains out every chance she could get, which so far had only been six times. It was like she was in heat, bending over to be filled with cum. It was exciting and intense and she wanted more.

An idea came to Emily as Jeff began to pull out of her, leaving a gaping chasm where he had just possessed her. As he pulled off of her he moved to lay beside her. Emily was recovering from her weak admission. Despite her current satisfaction, she mustered her strength and looked over at him, a scowl darkening her beauty.

"You kept me waiting." She said in a flat tone.

"I didn't....you didn't say...I was..." Jeff wasn't sure what to say. He had thought she was pleased with his performance. From her words, he thought he'd been able to gain something with her, some approval.

"You kept...me...waiting. After I gave you relief, you delayed mine." She twisted looking at him, a cruel smile starting to form on her lips. "I'm going to punish you for it, and you will endure it, unless you want there to be much worse consequences to suffer from me."

Emily sat up and looked down at the opening to her sex. A small amount of his cum was at the entrance where he'd pulled free, but she knew the majority was deep within her, sealed and hoarded, just as it should be. She imagined she could fleetingly feel the slosh of his seed. He lay beside her still confused. She gazed upon his glistening torso, his softening member. A droplet of his cum had eased its way to the tip and perched there, tantalizingly tempting to be cleaned away. She bent forward and engulfed the end in her mouth, licking the tip as she did and then sucking hard. Jeff's body jerked upright as the remaining sperm was pulled from his cock.

Emily knew how sensitive that tissue was once the peak had been attained. Jeff's cock had been the conduit of two orgasmic ejections and she knew was hypersensitive to her touch. The suction was almost painful in its intensity. She smiled with his cock still in her mouth, but turned her expression back to one of grim determination as she released it with a pop.

Jeff gave a cry and what sounded like a whimper when she released his cock. She could taste herself mixing with his sperm, it was intoxicating. She looked up at his pained expression. "You pussy!"

She rose from the bed, her breasts jiggling delightfully in the cool air. She strode to the door and held it open. "Get out." She didn't shout at him, but she did make certain in her voice that she meant it.

"But, you said..."

"Said what? Said you could start disobeying? Said you jerk off? Said you could do anything other than what I pleased?" She looked at him, a flint of anger in her voice. "You kept me waiting; you disobeyed my instructions to stop when you were about to cum. Or have you forgotten that you are mine?"

He gave her a look of incredulity. "You and I both know you wouldn't." His voice became louder. "If you did, you wouldn't have me to fuck your brains out whenever you wanted. I'm not stupid Emily, you want this just as much as I do." He stood up and crossed his arms in front of her. She mentally examined his body as he stood there, a stance of rebellion and defiance. She felt her pussy begin to moisten as his carnal strength displayed itself. His cock, though now soft, still hung beautifully between his muscled thighs. He was truly magnificent. She again found herself ready to climb atop him and beg for more.

He was right of course. Her entire control was a bluff. She wanted to be fucked, possibly even more than he desired to fuck her. She wanted to have him as her pet, his affection, but not his will. He was her little brother. It was how it must be. She couldn't follow through with her threat, which completely nullified her power. The strength of her bluff was dependent solely upon his belief in her deception. Right now she knew she would fall on her knees and kiss him back to virility only to be filled with his cock again, as ridiculous as it was, she wanted nothing more than to fuck him. She was like a cat, dripping with need, yowling in desperation for someone to mount and possess her.

These thoughts all swirled about in her mind in less than a second. He had her pinned to the wall. Her sexual pet was resisting his training. He could easily throw off the chains she'd created. She needed him to believe the lie for her desires to be met. She loved him, but she couldn't admit it. She wasn't yet willing to trust his voluntary submission. Their relationship was based solely upon her needs. She couldn't risk it. She wouldn't risk it. She had to throw him off balance. She saw no way to make him believe her empty threat. Unless...

"Besides," he scoffed, "Your tale of me raping you, as absurd as that is, has no proof! I'm not all that experienced at blackmail, but I'm pretty sure you have to give proof of your threat to provide some leverage. All you've got is your word against mine." Thinking he had her dead to rights, he pressed the point. His face showed smug satisfaction at his own clever conclusion. "Go ahead, tell them. I dare you."

Jeff was confident. He was strong and masculine and overbearingly handsome. He was displayed in his glory and she was eating him with her eyes. He felt like he was livestock at auction, being examined by a butcher that saw only his meat. But now he had the leverage. He would be the master. He knew he had her.

He was wrong.

Emily smiled wickedly. He'd unwittingly given her the solution. She walked, almost flaunting her own nudity, feeling the small trickle of his cum slowly drip down her thigh. She made her way over to her computer and hit the enter key on her keyboard. The screen came to life, executing the file. She reached over and twisted the volume with a smirk as Jeff moved to see what she was doing.

She was bent over her desk, her ass to him, a vision that would have had any man ready to mount and take her from behind. This might have crossed Jeff's mind, had he been paying attention to her body, but he was focused on the screen. Color began to drain from his face as he witnessed the video of his brutality on her monitor. Fake though it had been, no one would question which of them was the victim.

She walked to him and circled around him slowly, like a devil, flaunting his sudden vulnerability and reaffirming his chains. She lazily grazed her finger from the tip to root of his cock as she rubbed her nipples against his arm, walking around him until she could stand tiptoed over his shoulder.

"Pretty sure that would work, if it's proof you want." She licked the base of his ear. "To our parents, it would be unbearable humiliating and not without consequences, but to a court..." She leaned over the other should and slipped her knee up to his ass, pressing against the cleft. "Let's just say, you'd want to watch your ass in the showers."

Jeff was positively terrified. If he'd been worried about his parents reaction before, he was downright frightful of jail. They were both of age, but charges of sexual assault would throw him into a world of misery and likely prison. "Honestly Judge, she forced me to have sex with her, the video it was role playing, you know just an act." 

She walked in front of him again, blocking the screen and grasping his cock in her hand. She tugged it slightly to get his full attention. "You see, Jack-off-Jeff," she enjoyed punctuating that nickname with corresponding squeezes on his member. "You either get to be my personal bitch, and fuck me whenever I choose, or you be someone else's bitch and bend over anytime they choose." She squeezed his cock again, eliciting a groan from him. "I can't promise I will be the kindest of masters, but I promise that you will enjoy the torture and limited freedom under my command.." She began to stroke him again, noting that blood was flowing into his cock, causing it to stiffen in her hand. Emily continued stroking, letting her words sink in as she brought him to full erection.

"I suggest you forget trying to resist and simply obey me whenever and however I command you. You are mine. I will make you cum as I please, where I please, when I please, and how often I please. You won't fuck anyone else, nor will you jerk off unless I tell you. Your cock is mine. Your cum is mine. If you ever disobey me, I will punish you in whatever manner I find most efficient and fitting."

Jeff's body was tense. By the way he nearly flinched with each stroke she knew he must be sore. Just as well she thought, it was time to make him pay for even thinking he was going to turn the tables on her. "You fuck only me, unless I expressly tell you to fuck someone else. You will fulfill my sexual needs, desires and whims at my discretion. From now on, your life is to pleasure me." She continued to jerk his cock with one hand and raised his now lowered chin up to meet her penetrating eyes. "Got it?"

Jeff's face was a turmoil of fear, rage, hatred, and despair. His anger simmered, his cock ached, his balls hurt, and he was scared. She had just destroyed what he'd thought they had. He'd started to hope that she'd begun to feel for him. That her profession of love had indeed some root in her heart may be true, he couldn't see it. He was angry at her for her cruelty. She had taken his hope of freedom and equality and shattered it. When she'd threatened him with embarrassment and possible family dishonor, he'd been scared enough to submit for a while. With the threat of greater consequences, he was petrified. How could she?

Jeff's face was hard. "I hate you, Em." It was quiet. He thought he saw hurt in Emily's eyes. He didn't care, she deserved it.

Emily felt tears trying to fight their way out when he said it. It was so intense that she walked around him again, not wanting to face his eyes. She steeled herself, he'd forced her hand. She knew that her power was fragile and almost had shattered. She felt guilty for playing the game this way, it was underhanded and inhuman. She'd just told him that he was her fuck toy, no more, no less. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. She reached around his body and grasped his hard cock, reassuring herself with the touch of his sex in her hand. She focused on her voice to keep it level. 

"I'm sorry you feel that way. In time, I assure you, you will enjoy the pleasure I draw from your body." She continued to stroke him. "Now you're going to cum for me again."

He didn't say a word and Emily continued to stroke him from behind. She stroked over and over. It took almost 15 minutes before she felt his cock begin to pulse in her hand. His stance faltered momentarily as another flow of cum began to pump its way through his cock. Emily squeezed her hand tightly around his cock, causing extreme pressure on the shaft as cum jetted out of him. He groaned as cum shot onto her desk and screen, powered by the pressure she was forcing it through. Only four spurts erupted, the rest too small to push through her tight hand. She rounded him and knelt down, releasing his shaft as her mouth surrounded the head of his soar cock. She sucked the last remnants of his cum from his cock.

The taste of his cum was bitter sweet; sweet on her tongue but bitter in her mind. She felt slight annoyance that he'd forced her to show her cards. She'd never intended to use the threat, but now she regretted even thinking of it. He resented her, she loved him, but now she felt like he'd never return that love. As she pulled the few drops of remaining sperm from her brother's penis, she pulled every ounce of resolve from her core and stood up. She turned back towards her computer.

"Now get out. I'll tell you if your needed again tonight."

A long pause followed her command. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and couldn't see straight. She daren't turn around to face him. She heard her door slam and she crumpled to the floor. There she sobbed uncontrollably for hours, naked, hurting, and very much alone.

***

Emily left him alone for four days, not saying a word. After the first day of seeing Jeff's hatred for her each time she faced him, she found that looking into his eyes, she wanted to fall apart, and immediately found reasons to be out of the house when he wasn't. When the family had meals together, Emily found reasons to be absent. Her brother hated her and Emily had created that hatred.

He was her slave. She was his master. The dichotomy could not function in any other way. His defiance was unacceptable, her control imperative. He had bucked her and now required breaking. Her threat was now made and her hands tied, perhaps even more than his. It was a trade, her power for his hatred, and she was fast discovering how high the price was.

She found that her lust, as powerful as it was, would not overcome her reluctance to exercise her control, at least not immediately. She used her toys to try and sate her hunger. Her vibrator, though nearly as long as her brother's dick, was not as thick, lacking both the essential life and explosive completion Jeff's cock provided.

Despite her feelings for Jeff and her remorse for her actions, on the morning of the fourth day, she was too sexually frustrated to care. She had to have him and began formulating a plan to get him alone. Normally she would have just cornered him when their parents left for work, but as it was Saturday; her parents were home and wouldn't be out until Monday. The ache between her legs was incessant. Emily couldn't wait that long.

Emily picked up the phone, it was only 08:46 and she had to try several times before a somewhat grumpy voice picked up.

"Who is this?"

Emily crossed her fingers. "Christi? It's Emily, sorry to wake you but I need to ask a humungous favor."

Christi groaned. "Emily, what the hell, it's like way too early to be up on Saturday morning. I only got to sleep three and a half hours ago. What is it?"

Emily winced. Christi liked to party. Christi liked cock; in fact Emily found that her appetites were slightly more than her own. Christi had once told her that she'd fucked three of the guys on the football team. Emily wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen two of the guys on either side of her in the shower one day after school. Emily had been more than a little embarrassed when she came upon them but found the sight turned her on. The three had been so enthralled, they hadn't heard the coach coming into check on the facilities before locking up. Emily had intercepted him and told him that the girl's showers were having trouble with the hot water and some of her squad was using the men's. She explained that she was there to make sure that none of the guys walked in on them. The coach had been in a hurry and had taken her explanation without so much as a question. As the door had closed behind him, Emily rushed back to the showers in time to see Christi jerking the cock of a linebacker as he shot his white cum all over her face. A few seconds later, his buddy began to grunt as his cock began pumping into Christi's ass full of his cum. She'd released her hold on the guy in front of her and stood up, wrapping her arms around the cumming football player's neck, providing more pressure on his gushing member.




My Brother My Slave Ch. 05



As the three separated and began to shower, Emily clapped loud enough for them to hear her. She couldn't keep a grin from her face and was thankful that her skirt covered her soaked underwear. The three looked over at her, startled for a moment. Emily decided to let them know about their near miss.

"Coach was looking for you a moment ago." The three went pale and Emily paused for effect. "I told him the squad was using these showers because the girl's side was having water trouble." She looked at the guys. "I suggest you both get out of here so he doesn't see you leaving."

Both the guys made a hasty retreat, clothes in hand. Emily couldn't help smiling as she watched the watched both pale butts running away. Christi, for her part just smiled and continued washing in the open shower, and Emily had just stood watching.

That incident had marked her friendship with Christi. Christi lived in a townhouse about six miles from the school. Her parents had purchased the townhouse two years back, but had moved 200 miles away. Christi had begged to stay behind and they'd allowed it, having her uncle, who lived close by to make sure she didn't have raucous parties.

Emily had been invited to many small parties at her townhome and had seen Christi in more than one threesome. Christi's appetite for sex rivaled her own and Emily had fucked many guys at her town house when the opportunity presented. By the sound of Christi's voice, she'd probably been up late fucking one or more guys.

"I want to know if I can use your townhouse for an itch?"

Emily could hear the smile in Christi's voice, "I told you before. You are always welcome. Who's the lucky guy, or have you finally decided to take my advice and try two?"

Emily laughed. Christi had been trying to get her to fuck two guys at once since that day in the shower. Emily still wasn't quite sure about it, but she'd been tempted more than once to try it out. She shook her head, "No, just the one. But he's kind of special."

"Mmm hmm." Christi mumbled unconvinced. "Well anyway, like I said, you are welcome to crash here if you need, 'special' man and all."

"I know, but this is going to be a little...uh....different." She wasn't sure she wanted to explain over the phone where her parents could overhear. "You want to meet for coffee? I'm buying."

Christi groaned again. "You're crazy. And I'm barely alive. But who am I to keep you from your piece of action. Oh hell." She paused for a few moments. "Yeah, sure. But you're driving too."

Emily smiled again. "Great, see you in 20 minutes."

Emily hung up the phone and grabbed a jump drive from her desk and copied the file containing her 'evidence' onto it. Dressing quickly she put her video camera in her back pack along with the jump drive and headed down the stairs.

"Mom you mind if I borrow the jeep, I'm going to meet Christi for coffee."

The voice in the dining room answered. "Sure, just be back by 11, I need to get some things in town."

"Thanks!" She hustled out the door. She had a lot to do before two and she hoped Christi would help her.

***

"You're fucking kidding me! You really fucked your brother?"

Emily almost choked on her coffee and felt her face burning as she reached over to silence her friend. "Not so loud! Come-on, let's get to someplace a little less public."

Christi looked expectantly at her as they got in her mom's jeep and pulled out. "So...?"

Emily got a grin on her face. Trying not to look too pleased about it. She wasn't certain how Christi would react to the news that she was actively fucking her own brother, but the cat was out of the bag, so to speak. "Yes."

"Yes you're kidding, or yes you're fucking your brother?"

"Yes...I kind of caught him spying on me after my shower and the walked in on him jerking off."

As they drove, Emily told her all about how her relationship with her little brother had come about and how amazing fucking felt. She left out her feelings for him, and merely that she had held the whole incident over him and threatened to expose him if he didn't do as she said.

Christi insisted on seeing the footage of her 'assault' and together they watched in on Christi's laptop computer.

"Damn he's hot!" was all that Christi said as she watched him taker her.

Emily looked at her friend with a serious expression. "Do you think I'm messed up?"

Christi shook her head. "Probably, but no more messed up than I am. Hell, if I had a brother that hot, I'd probably end up fucking him too. Especially if his dick is as big you claim."

Emily told her plan to Christi and they both set about preparing. Jeff was going to be in for a surprise, whether he liked it or not an Emily was going to have her revenge, not to mention her brother's cum.

***

Jeff sat at his computer playing one of his favorite RTS games. He wasn't doing so well and had restarted the level six times. His mind wasn't really on the game. His mind was on Emily. Four days ago, he'd experienced the best sex of his life. His sister had ordered that he jerk off while she sat naked on a stool, fingering her bare sex. She'd even finished him off and swallowed his cum. He'd then lay there simply basking in the experience. He'd been so absorbed that he'd momentarily forgotten that she'd told him to take care of her.

When he'd finally given her release, amidst his own overwhelming orgasm, she'd whispered that she loved him. Loved him, not just loved fucking him, but actually loved him. Or that had been what he'd thought. When he had pulled out of her and lay next to her. She'd treated him like he was nothing more than a mere servant, a slave to do her bidding and be gone.

When he'd defied her commands hoping she would admit what she'd just proclaimed in the throes of passion, she'd suddenly ripped his heart out. He hadn't known that she'd recorded that role playing. He'd never thought she would do something so treacherous. It was as if she didn't love him at all, but saw him merely as a means to satisfy her own sexual desires.

He was furious with her. She'd threatened him. She'd actually threatened to claim rape. He couldn't remember a time when he hated her more. The emotion in him was so conflicted. He hated her, he craved her, he felt rebellious and yet willingly submissive. The part that angered him the most is that he would have continued to act as her slave if she had simply demanded it in return for her affections.

"Fuck!" he cursed as his forces were ambushed by the computer's AI. The more he thought about Emily, the lousier his game had become. The more he thought about Emily, the more his balls ached from the burden of increased activity with no way of release. He almost took care of the problem when he'd woke this morning. Emily had avoided him the last four days and he's fleeting thought he might be able to take care of himself without her knowledge. Knowledge and fear had stayed his hand. Knowledge of what she held over him, and fear of provoking her to use it.

He heard the front door close and soft feet climbing the stairs. He knew it was her before she opened the door of his room. Emily's head poked into the room momentarily taking in the sight of her brother sitting in boxers in front of his computer.

"Get some clothes on, you're coming with me for the rest of the afternoon."

Jeff opened his mouth to angrily protest but shut it, giving her a glare that showed how he felt about being ordered.

She ignored his glare. "Be ready in ten minutes."

She closed the door without waiting for a response, leaving him resentful. He grumbled as he killed his computer and went to his dresser. He pulled out an old pair of jeans a tee-shirt with one of his favorite bands. Glancing in the mirror he noticed his hair was a mess. He was about to find a comb when he thought about Emily. 'Screw that,' he thought, 'she didn't say I had to look presentable.'

Emily reappeared after about ten minutes. She wore a halter top that came just above her belly button exposing a generous amount of flesh. He couldn't' be certain but she didn't appear to be wearing a bra either. She had fixed her hair and put on lipstick. She wore jeans and tennis shoes.

"Good, your read, get some shoes on and lets go. By the way tell mom and dad you're staying at a friend's house tonight and tomorrow." She gave the door a gentle nudge and it opened wider as she walked away. "Come on Jeff."

Jeff grudgingly grabbed a quick change of clothes and headed downstairs. After tell his mom he was going to Nathan's house to play some games he put on his shoes and walked outside. A small red car sat in their driveway with a girl he recognized from Emily's cheerleading squad. He felt a slight wave of apprehension grip him as he saw his sister waiting for him at the open door.

As he approached the car he noted that it wasn't very new and that the paint was wearing. Emily motioned him into the back seat. The small cramped back didn't look comfortable and Jeff was already in a foul mood from Emily's vague commands. He squeezed in and Emily pushed the seat back into position, climbing into the car. 

"Let's go."

Jeff listened as Emily and Christi as he found her name was talked about a few of the guys at school, their builds, their features and their cocks. Jeff was all but shocked to hear her talk about the sizes of the football team's dicks. He'd assumed that Emily wasn't a virgin, but hearing both girls describe in detail the jocks of his school and how big or small their manhood was startling.

They'd only driven for about 10 minutes when the car pulled into a driveway in front of a townhouse. Jeff didn't understand what was going on or why but they all exited the vehicle, Emily behind Christi and Jeff following Emily. Christi led through the entryway to a den, sporting a large flat screen TV and a couple of couches. Christi sat down on the couch and Emily sat next to her. Jeff looked at them both, unsure what he was doing here or what Emily wanted.

Emily looked up at Jeff. "Strip."

Jeff felt his face heat. It was one thing to strip in front of her, but stripping in front of one of her friends was completely different. He felt his embarrassment ignite a spark of anger at her. He didn't move.

"Jeff, it was a simple command. Take off your clothes." She said in a firm voice. "All of them."

"Em..."

"Don't Em Me, I told you that you would be punished for keeping me waiting." She stood up and walked over to him. "Now. Strip."

Jeff's face was red as he pulled his shirt over his head. He then undid his belt, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down to his feet he pulled off his shoes and pants. He stood back up without a movement to take off his boxers. Emily stepped back. "Boxers too Jeff, but leave your socks on."

Jeff gave a pleading look. She raised her eyebrows in an inquisition. He glared at her again as he placed his hands in the band of his boxers and pulled them down, stepping out of them. He could feel the air of the house cool to his hot face and his groin. He heard Christi.

"Damn, Emily, you weren't kidding!" 

Jeff's embarrassment grew as Christi got up from the couch and knelt in front of him. He felt her cool hand on his cock and despite his complete horror at being on display; blood began to fill his member from her touch.

Emily had a smile on her face. "Told you he was hung, I don't think I've even seen too many porn stars with that much cock."

Christi looked over at Emily to see if she objected. When Emily only nodded, Christi started to stroke Jeff's cock. Emily watched as her friend stroked her brother's growing cock to full erection. She felt her heart rate increase and her pussy began to ache more than it had before. He was so cute at his embarrassment, and Emily was enjoying watching his cock as the skin slid up and down his shaft with Christi's movements.

Emily reached back and unfastened the halter straps around her back and pulled the material over her head, discarding it on the floor. Jeff's eyes shot to his sister's topless form. He could feel his cock start to go rock hard as she slid her jeans off. She wasn't wearing any panties. Emily sat back on the couch and began to finger herself as she watched Christi stroke him. He felt his groin contract involuntarily sending a bead of clear fluid up his shaft as she stroked. He groaned, standing there as the clear fluid emerged from the tip of his red pulsing cock.

"So he's a virgin?"

Emily's middle finger was sliding into her slick hole. "Pretty sure he was before last week."

"If I'd have known he had a weapon like this, I'd have fixed that little problem long ago."

Jeff felt like he was a dog, or worse a piece of livestock, being described to a perspective customer. His face reddened again spreading down his neck.

"Believe me, if I'd have known, I wouldn't have bothered with half the football team. I'd have just fucked him every night." Emily looked at Jeff's cock and motioned with her chin. "Looks like you got a leaky faucet in your hands."

Jeff looked down just in time to see Christi stick out her tongue to clean the little bead of sticky fluid at the tip of his cock. He shivered as her wet tongue slid along the tip and into the slit. Emily broke into a smile watch Jeff's face contort in pleasure. She would let Christi have her fun. She was going to break the streak of defiance with a torture that would make him beg.

Christi was a slut; a fact she neither denied, nor was offended at. A helpful knowledge of just how to please a man and how to make him last is part of the knowledge a slut gains, more so with each one she's with. Emily had made it clear that Jeff was not allowed to cum, at least, not yet. Emily felt a wave of pleasure flow through her and started to mash her palm against her clit as it became larger and more sensitive. Jeff was not going to be aloud to cum for more than an hour. She intended to keep him on the edge, producing copious amounts of precum and causing him to writhe in blissful agony before she let him release. She knew that if he had followed her orders, he would not have cum in four days. She knew his balls would be aching, in pain from the need to pump the excessive buildup of his body's sexual tension. As his Master, she was going to torment him into having the most intense orgasm of his being. But it wouldn't end there. She intended his punishment to take the rest of the day and possibly go on into the night.

She looked up at Jeff's face, a visage of tense enjoyment. Long forgotten was the embarrassment he'd shown before and perhaps even his disdain for her, but she knew that would return soon enough. He was now focused on the pleasure Christi was giving him. Christi had volunteered to help her with this initial stage as neither could keep it up without a rest. Jeff on the other hand would receive little or no rest from his stimulation.

Christi made her thumb and index finger into a loop that couldn't quite reach around Jeff's girth and began to draw it up his shaft tightly squeezing. Jeff groaned with the change, feeling the pressure drawing up his shaft. His cock jerked from the root and pumped another drop up his length. The pressure ring was going back down his shaft, opposite the fluid and Jeff felt the intense pressure as the precum forced its way through the tight channel. He felt the pleasure and pain as the clear fluid throbbed up to his tip.

He glanced down to see if Christi would clean him as she did before. As the tight ring climbed back to the tip of his penis, Christi indeed opened her mouth. She didn't simply lick him, instead she took the head into her mouth and sucked hard as the tip of her tongue extracted the small drop. The intensity of her suction caused his cock to jerk again and another drop began its pleasant path to her waiting mouth. Once that drop had been cleaned away, Christi pulled her mouth off and shifted back to her whole hand around his shaft.

"Have you tasted him?" Christi asked Emily.

"Yep, couldn't resist it. He shoots a pretty powerful burst, after the first blast; I managed to catch the rest. He does taste pretty sweet, but then again he loves pineapple."

Christi nodded. "Always found that's the best sweetener." She glanced back at her friend, noting the perspiration on her face as she rubbed her clit and pinched her own nipple. The deal was, Emily would cum, then take over. Christi would cum and then switch. Each girl figured that they would get at least four or five orgasms in each before Jeff was allowed to cum. Emily knew that the visual of the girls masturbating and cumming in front of him would only increase his tension. It was time for the slave to learn his place.

Emily felt her own tension growing. She fell the peak rising as she rubbed back and forth over and over again. Her fingers no longer penetrated her pussy but instead pressed hard against the swollen nub of flesh that bore her closer and closer to her climax.

She looked at Jeff, he was watching her as she pleasured herself. Their eyes met, and she saw the power of her erotic performance take hold of him. He gasped as another spasm jerked through his standing body, causing his balls to rise for an instant as his prostate expelled another surge of lubricant up his stimulated shaft. Emily felt the sensation rising steadily. Christi may have been the one stroking him, but Emily controlled his release. Emily controlled his pleasure. Emily controlled his body. As she felt the waves begin to crest, her slave was made to endure the continuing caress of Christi's hand. She peaked suddenly as Christi licked away his clear sweet precum.

"Oh.......oh...." her breathing coming in rasping in pants signaling the inevitable plummet. She fell into it, writing on the couch as her cunt began to spasm and clench and flow in sticky slick release. "Oh gawd yes....oh.....oooooohhhhhhh.....yes.....ahhhhh....ah....ah....oh...." Her hands trembled as they flopped limply from their fulfilled duties and Emily sat back panting as the wave began to ebb.

"Damn girl!" Christi called. Jeff felt his own orgasm leering up. Christi clamped her thumb and index finger around the base of his shaft and squeezed unmercifully hard even as she placed her mouth over his exposed head and began to swirl her tongue around and around, eliciting a gasp and agonizing moan that became another gasp. The intensity of the pleasure was driving him beyond torment, yet he couldn't cum. The tremendous pressure at the base of his cock was keeping him from release. He reached down to remove her hand but felt a sting as they were slapped away. He hadn't realized that his eyes were closed and but now they shot open at the pain in his hands. Emily stood next to Christi's sucking form. It was she who had smacked his hands when they attempted to seize control of the performance. Her face showed a stern rebuking and a warning that he dare not attempt that again.

His jaw worked as he tried to suppress the intensity of the shockwaves as the flowed back along the thick length and spread out to his limbs in tingling tension. He felt like he was at a great height, that tense sinking feeling when you feel about to fall but don't. It hurt but felt so good that he cried out. He felt like he would start to cry with pleasure of it.

Christi's mouth released him and he gasped, trying in vain to collect his senses. He was confused and dazed as his body attempted to recover. Her hand released his cock and she rose. She raised her hand to his face and stroke his jaw, a sly and knowing smile on her lips. She winked at him and walked back the couch. Emily knelt before him, her hand reaching up to take his swollen cock in her grip.

The intense pleasure had actually caused his dick to soften some and it was less rigid than when they had began. His balls hurt from induced pleasure without release. He felt her hand cool and moist. Glancing down he saw that she had coated her hand with some kind of lubricant. It felt soothingly cool on his burning flesh and he felt the sliding of her hand begin to revive the semi erect member. He grunted as she stroke him He looked down at her face. She displayed a look of knowing determination. She stroked him slowly, letting his body settle back from the insanity that had overloaded his senses. A fruity scent was in the air and he guessed that the lubricant was flavored, although he had only ever read about such things.




My Brother My Slave Ch. 05



She was completely naked before him, he legs spread as she knelt before him, her tits jiggling slightly as her arm worked back and forth with the movement of her caress. He heard a noise behind her and noted that Christi was stripping out of her clothing. He hadn't really paid attention to her body as he'd not been in a mind to think on such things when he'd first seen her, but as the clothing fell away he admired her sensual curves.

Christi was a brunette, about 5 foot three. She was fit and her shoulders were slightly larger than average, giving her a more muscular look. Her hair fell below her shoulders to the blade of her shoulders. He could see freckles dotting here and there on her skin as when she'd pulled her shirt away. His eyes were drawn to her breasts as they fell loose with the unclasping of her bra. She was larger than Emily, a triple D if he was estimating correctly. He watched her quarter size areolas with visibly erect nipples as they jiggled with her disrobing movements. She wore only sweat pants and with both hands eased them down. She also wore no undergarments beneath the sweats and he saw a straight strip of hair about an inch wide that pointed down to her already glistening lips. Of the two girls, Christi's pussy was more pouty, the lips quite prominent and clearly visible between her legs. He face was more round and cute, and she reminded him of a faery in a drawing, lacking only a pair of wings to adorn her naked form. In Jeff's mind, she wasn't nearly as hot as Emily, but that didn't stop him from committing her nudity to memory. He felt an involuntary lurch of his cock as he drank in her body.

Just as Christi had done, Emily's tongue licked away the dew drop that had seeped up his cock from the stimulation of Christi's show. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum. His eyes had shot to his sister's mouth as she pulled away from him. The slow steady stroking was drawing him closer to the edge. He felt the slick friction of her measured pace. Emily watched him, evaluating his movements and responses. The pleasure from his cock kept his loathing of her for her actions against him far from the surface. He could think of little more than his aching balls and his mounting desire to cum. Jeff looked down at his sister as she continued to stroke him.

His gaze rose as he heard Christi's moan. She sat on the couch, a large cock shaped toy in her hand, the tip of which was already swallowed by her puffy, sensual sex. He felt his excitement surge as Christi plunged the pick phallus into her pussy. She was groaning with the movements, applying pressure to her thrusts, evidently driving it deeper with each stroke. Jeff stood fascinated by her movements. He could feel the end looming up, bringing him closer to the edge of sanity. He watched Christi, glancing down to his gorgeously naked sister and then back to Christi. He felt his ass clench in response to the physical and visual input. He grunted as he felt his body jerk three times, pushing clear precum to his tip. The feeling began to fade until Emily's mouth surrounded the head of his cock and began to clean the offerings his body had produced. Jeff felt his body stiffen and his limb tingle with the anticipation of release. He was carried along in the intense teasing and swirling of her tongue. He felt himself involuntarily stand on the ends of his feet. As he felt himself begin to rush towards the point of no return, Emily's finger's clamped around the base of his cock and he felt surprised as a firm ring locked around the top of his sac. A whimper came from his lips as the blissful sensation of oblivion receded, forced back by the pressure around his shaft. He gasped as he felt Emily's tongue move faster, sending him into the overloading sensations that threatened to consume him. The pleasure was enough to make his muscles ache and his toes curl, but the unwavering clamp around his cock unmercifully prevent him from cumming. His knees crumbled beneath him and he sank to the floor, popping out of Emily's mouth. His breath was ragged and short. Emily's hand was still fastened around his cock, but she'd released his sac. He was having a hard time thinking coherently.

He was aware of Christi moaning loudly on the couch, crying out in her own orgasm. His eyes flitted to her and he watched as her pussy seemed to clench around the dildo she had buried three quarters deep inside her quivering cunt. How he wished to feel that sensation of completion.

Emily continued to stroke him slowly preventing his erection for softening. His cock hurt, his balls ached and his muscles felt wound too tight to move. He wanted her to stop, but was desperate to have her finish him. His arms shook as she slid her hand up over his sensitive head that only moments ago had been painted purple by the surface of her tongue. His breath came in sharp gasps and his heart was pounding in his ears. He didn't have a chance to think when Emily released his cock and wiped her hand off.

"Get up, Jeff." She stood, waiting for him to follow her command. "Come on Jeff, up!"

He shakily got to his feet, Christi was no longer on the couch, in fact she wasn't even in the room. He hadn't noticed her depart. Emily pulled him along, walking to a hallway and then up a flight of stairs to the second level. She led him into a room that had what looked like an odd shaped table. The table was rounded, oblong with a cleft at one end that ran almost half its length. He thought it resembled something familiar but couldn't place it.

"Lay down on the table." Emily motioned towards the tabletop. He looked at it to see if it was sturdy. He looked from the table to Emily's face; the look in her eyes was stern and commanding. Given his current desire to cum, he decided that it wasn't worth the effort to question her. He got up on the table and lay down. The cleft in the surface opened between his legs, just below his butt cheeks and to keep his legs on the surface he had to spread them a little more than shoulder length apart. Emily moved to one side and Christi came in on the other. Emily reached over and gripped his cock, stroking him hard again. Jeff closed his eyes.

"Now Jeff, you know what the consequences are if you disobey me, regardless of whether or not you hate me for it." She leaned in and kissed his left nipple, running her finger around it slowly. Jeff's momentary anger at being reminded of his forced servitude fled his mind as he felt wet caress of his sister's mouth on his erect nipple.

His eyes looked at her, he was torn between his hatred and desire. He felt his right wrist lifted and he looked over to see Christi attaching a nylon cuff around his wrist. She synched it down and fastened it to a loop on the table that he'd failed to notice. His eyes shot to Emily.

"Don't resist." She said, her eyes fierce.

He opened his mouth Christi attached both his ankles to the base of the table and the moved to his left wrist, securing it, then with a wink, Christi left sat on a stool on the other side of the room and began to touch herself. His eyes had a touch of fear in them as he looked up at Emily. She continued to slide her fist up and down his sensitive cock as she began to explain.

"I was furious with you for denying me and then defying me." she emphasized his infractions and paused before continuing. "So I got an idea from a weird site I once stumbled on when I wanted to understand guys fascination with porn. When you pulled your stunt and force me to threaten your obedience, I knew I had to punish your behavior." Emily stopped stroking him and walked over to a small table that had several items on it, yet another item in the room he'd overlooked in his stupor. A basin sat next to towels and a tray of items. Emily took a cloth and put it in the basin and wrung it out. She began to gently wash his cock with the wet wash cloth and continued. "Christi here is the only other person who knows about you and me. I told her because when I woke up this morning, all I could think about was fucking you."

Jeff looked at her, surprised by her blunt admission. Emily rinsed the cloth and again washed his cock wiping the patch of hair surrounding his cock, cleaning him. Returning with a drying cloth she dried him off.

"But I couldn't just reward you by fucking you without teaching you a lesson." She picked up a pair of surgical gloves and slipped them on. He gazed at her nudity, covered only by a pair of latex gloves. "And I also needed a place I could fuck you without worry about our parents. When I told Christi about my plight, she graciously allowed us to use her townhouse, with one condition, she got to watch." Emily glanced over at Christi and smiled. Jeff looked over at Christi, still worried about what was going to happen.

"Long story short, since I know the apprehension is probably driving you mad with fright, We came up with this. She lifted a small object in her hand. It looked like a metal ring, but not quite. A two inch long thin tube suspended in a ringlet of more metal. Attached was a tubing, like that of aquarium hosing. 

His voice was shaky. "Em..?"

"Don't worry Jeff, if you follow my instructions, it shouldn't hurt at all. It's called a cock plug." She examined the device in her hands. "Quite an interesting device." She motioned to the metal tube. "See this part inserts into you cock and this part," she motioned the ringlet, "covers the head of you cock, keeping it in place."

She watched his reaction. Personally Emily wasn't all that into bondage, but simply denying him the ability to cum was not going to effectively show him the futility of his actions. She wanted to show him who was his master. She walked towards him one hand holding a plastic syringe filled with a bluish substance.

"Relax Jeff, if you trust me, I promise it won't hurt." She took the syringe and pushed the plunger pushing out some of the liquid onto a gloved finger. His cock was semi flaccid as she took hold of it. With one hand she used her fingers to spread open the opening of his slit. Gently, Emily rubbed the blue substance into it. Then, taking the syringe, Emily placed the tip just inside the slid, pressed her finger around the tip of his head to seal it to the end and gently pushed the plunger. Jeff gasped as he felt the fluid in the syringe push into his cock.

It was a very odd sensation. Like the feeling you get when you try to stop cumming. It was like the whisp of smoke that is that moment when your cock flares, your shaft full of cum but not yet launched out of the tip. The feeling of it being full coupled with the desperate need to be empty again. Cool as it filled his shaft but warming quickly. The sensation was not painful, but weird.

Emily walked back to the desk and picked up the metal device. She looked it over and then strode toward in him. Jeff looked at the device as it came closer. She looked him in the eyes as she took gentle hold of his cock and moved her fingers in a featherlike touch up and down it.

"Now Jeff, relax." She looked down at his instrument of pleasure. She took the device and touched the end to his cock. Jeff shuddered involuntarily and Emily back at this face. "Trust me." She looked for confirmation and received none. "Jeff, say it. Say 'I trust you Emily.'"

Jeff looked at her. His eyes flashed with anger, fear, pleading, defying...desire, and she hoped maybe even love. She continued to look at him, expecting his cooperation and agreement. She knew that Christi was watching from her place in the corner. Emily had told her specifically that once Jeff was restrained, only she would touch him. He was her brother, her blood, her slave. She was his master, his sister, his lover, and she would command him as she saw fit.

"I....trust....you Emily." He said quietly.

Emily smiled and moved up his body. She bent over, hovering her face next to his. With deliberate care and intent Emily's lips touched his. They hadn't kissed save one other time. This kiss was tender, loving, trusting from her. He fought her kiss. She almost pulled away in hurt but instead, she intensified it, risking to dart her tongue against his lips. His will crumbled and she felt passion radiate from him. Their kiss ignited, like kindling, flaring from a spark to flame and then raging into a blaze of desire. They kissed intense with emotion. Into the kiss, Emily poured her love, her desire, her lust for this man; a man who not long ago had been just her little brother. Jeff poured his anger, his hurt, his heart and his hunger into the kiss. He was desperate for relief that only she could give. Jeff longed to sense the presence of his sister envelop him again as the final moments of rapture consumed him. He was kissing her back with lust of his own, with fear with hunger and with love. They continued to devour one another, breathing through each other, tasting each other, connecting, possessing. Emily felt herself moan into his mouth as she dove into his mouth with her tongue She fought his tongue, neither was in control of the kiss. Emily had made the kiss as a gesture of her care for him, the result had been anything but a gesture. It was an unleashing of hunger for the other. Master and slave were bound. Master often find that they are as much bound to their relationship in protection and provision as the slave in unfailing loyalty and servitude.

Emily pulled away to catch her breath. She was slightly dazed by the sudden shift in purpose that their kiss had engendered. She looked at the device in her hand. She was still going to do this, but it difficult to think of it as a punishment, none the less, Emily knew she would stop if she hurt him. She pulled back, the look of hunger raging in his eyes. She winked at him and flashed him a sultry smile as she moved to stand back at his cock.

She gently grasped his shaft in her hand and again touched the tip of the penetrating spire to the slit at his tip. In a gentle motion, she parted the slit and placed the solid metal end just inside. She focused herself into the movements, taking care to go slow and not cause him discomfort. She slid the tip into his slit. Jeff went still and she checked her hands before glancing to his face. He was watching her intently, rigid, and visibly tense but not in pain.

Emily returned to her brother's semi erect penis. Gently and slowly Emily began to swivel the plug back and forth, slowly easing it into the top of his shaft. His breath was quick and short. Her pussy was wet and flowing. Emily remembered what she read and didn't push it in, instead allowing gravity to pull it down. It gently dropped into the now hardening tube that so pleasurably delivered his essence to her hungering body.

The last of it sank into place the end sliding down to the base of his crown and sweeping around to hold it gently to him. Emily gently began to move her fingers over the head of his cock, drawing him to full erection. As his cock became rigid, Emily gently tugged on the ring and pulled it up to stimulate very lightly the inside of his cock. She let the tip slide back into his gorgeous meat, it went in easily and for a moment she wondered if she should have gotten a larger size due to his mass. With her now free hand, she reached between his legs and began to gently massage his sac as her steadying hand began to stroke his cock, the plug inside his shaft. Jeff's groan was the first hint that he was not in pain. Emily was slow and deliberate in her stroking. From everything she read, this was the most pleasurable and the most dangerous. She focused on her movements, careful not to injure him. Jeff let out a gasp and then groaned again. The base of his cock twitched.

Emily looked down on her brother's masculine beauty and found her own sex beginning to trickle down her leg. She continued to slowly stroke him, tracing her other hand in feather like movements between his sac and buttocks. She tugged slightly on his balls, gently stretching the skin and pulling the twin orbs away from his body. Jeff grunted again as the movement elicited another twitch from his cock.

This kiss had excited him and her, she couldn't deny. It seemed even more intimate than their physical joining had, more intense than their gasping orgasm. She felt another wave of heat and moister assail her bare lips as she thought of keeping him in a passionate kiss while his hard body emptied its living, seeking seed deep within her.

Emily's nipples were stiff and ached to be touched, sucked, tormented in desperate sexual hunger. She stopped stroking his entire length and focused on the sensitive head. The lubricant that had leaked around the plug let her fingers slip about his sensitive tip, teasing, rubbing, pleasuring him. Jeff's breath was heavy and he was obviously being assaulted by the pleasurable sensations she was drawing from him.

She watched in interest as more lubricant oozed from the hollow opening in the plug. Most plugs were solid and prevented a man from cumming. The two purposes of plugs is to expand the urethra, for whatever reason a man may wish it, and to make it more sensitive for an extremely intense orgasm. Emily was aiming for this end. The plug was designed so that he could cum while it was attached to him. The cum would shoot up the middle unhindered.

Emily returned to stroking with one had as she reached between his legs to a drawer in the table. She pulled out a small bullet vibrator with a single activating button. Jeff couldn't see what she had from his restraints and she smiled in a somewhat wicked manner. This would probably make him pop.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, still keeping the vibrator off and out of sight.

Jeff shook his head but didn't speak. She looked at him directly, studying his face.

"Are you lying Jack-Off-Jeff?" She gazed at him intently.

"No. It doesn't hurt. It's" he paused trying to think of the proper description. "It's different, it doesn't hurt, but it's very different."

Emily pulled her hand to the top of his cock and grasped the plug's crown ring and lifted it a bout half an inch and released it, letting it sink back into him again. Jeff's body went rigid and Emily stopped.

"Did that hurt?"

Still tensed, he shook his head know.

"Did it feel good?"

Jeff wasn't sure what to say. It had felt good, it had felt like he had started cumming and then stopped, but unlike when he tried to do this when he masturbated, there wasn't a sharp pain from stopping the flow, just the sensation of something ejecting from his cock. "Yes, a little." Was all he said to his sister.

Emily repeated the motion and Jeff again went rigid. She pulled more out the third time, almost an inch and let it ease back down. She watched his face noting that it was clearly pleasurable for him. She held the vibrator in her other hand as she raised the plug up almost 2 inches out and let gravity pull it back down. As the ring slid into place around the crown of his cock, his balls pulled close to his body and his cock spasmed.

Emily looked at him and smiled. "Now, I will torture you until you cum."

Jeff's eyes locked on her as the click initiated the vibrator. She placed the buzzing toy against the metal rim of the plug and Jeff began to whimper and gasp as his cock, gripping the metal plug vibrated from the inside out. Jeff's body tensed and released, tensed again and then release. The sensations were so intense he felt he would go mad. His cock radiated pleasure beyond words outward from his groin. He cried out in pleasure. Emily watched him writing, restrained and unable to stop her from this torture. She didn't stop. She held his member, gently stroking as she kept the silver buzzing device against the metal rim of the plug.

Jeff's body was trying to fight her torture. His hips began to buck and his cock was swollen with his pulsating blood. He felt like he was going to cum and pee, and a desperate sense of urgency was pulsating in his groin. It felt like he was standing on the brink of bliss but unable to fall into the abyss. His cock was sending so much pleasure through each nerve that he felt he might pass out from the intensity of sensations.




My Brother My Slave Ch. 06



*A/N: IF YOU DON'T LIKE FEMALE DOMINATION STORIES, don't waste your time reading this series. You have been warned. I recommend that if you are coming across this story you visit chapter one to grasp the entirety of the story. I know there has been a long delay and I hope to update more chapters soon. Feedback is appreciated and helpful.* 

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Emily twisted the chrome lever and watched the water flow forcefully from the spigot filling the large tub. She sat on the edge of the large basin, straddling the barrier holding in the steaming, growing pool, absolutely and completely naked. Her hair was stiff from sweat and her skin had a clammy feel. As she gazed down at the patch of trimmed hair crowning her slightly parted and pressed lips of her sex against the fiberglass tub, she felt like brooding. The cool surface of the tub seemed to enhance the ache already occupying the surface of her pouting entrance. She was hungry, so physically hungry, and not for food.

She'd awakened that morning desperate to fuck her younger brother. She almost felt shocked at the admission in her own mind. She was desperate to fuck her little brother. Initially she'd set out to break his will, to punish him for his blatant insolence. Angered to the point of retribution, Emily had hastily concocted a plan with Christi to show her little brother that his resistance was pointless. They'd made a quick trip to a novelty store and picked up the needed supplies for Jeff's punishment. It had worked flawlessly. Jeff had been stripped and then held in a state of constant arousal for almost two hours. She had watched his cock, hard and red from the attention given, longing to slide it into her sex, and impale her young body wholly upon his pulsating shaft. Now, six hours later, she still hadn't gotten the chance to fuck him. 

Bringing Jeff to the pinnacle of bliss had been a strenuous exertion on his body. She'd seen his mind laid bare, his body and senses in complete control of his being. She almost envied him, almost. Fatigued to the point of exhaustion, he'd fallen asleep shortly after they'd finished, cock still twitching. The girls had left him to his inflicted mental and physical release. After cleaning the equipment, she'd checked back in on him and found he was still asleep. Emily had removed the restraints carefully and let him be. She hadn't wanted to let him sleep, she had wanted to wake him and demand he take her but something inside insisted she wait a little longer.

She felt her pussy grow wet at the thoughts of his cum as it shot up from the device she'd put in his cock. Focused, pressurized as it had been, it had shot forcefully into her mouth, almost to the point of choking her. She could feel his flesh shudder within the metal collar, raging against her tongue. Sweet and potent, it awakened dark and intense hunger that she felt overwhelmed to deny. She needed him. She felt like, though Jeff was a slave to her desires, she was a slave to his body. She didn't know where the longing had come from, only that it seemed uncontrollably intense. Her nights were restless with dreams of his hard body taking her. Her days were accompanied by a seemingly ever present aching in her groin demanding fulfillment. She wanted him. She wanted her brother, inside her, plunged to the hilt of her outer sex, jerking with release and squirting his seed into her. The last fuck had overloaded her mind. She didn't know how to describe it. Warmth flowing from her brother's cock filled her insides. She'd felt the surges of wet warm cum as it exploded from his thick member. A feeling of heat that had spread from her stomach to the rest of her body had intensified her orgasm and she'd been left shaking in his arms. Jeff was the largest man she'd ever taken. The girth of him stretched her, the length of him pierced her, and the convulsing jerking motion of his orgasm, drove her g-spot insane. Except for Jeff, she'd never had a guy's cock stimulate her g-spot. Ever since first time she'd straddled him as he sat jerking his cock in the bathroom, she'd felt the empty space in her pussy demanding that intense stimulation over and over again.

Emily shook her head to clear her thoughts and only then realized that the water level in the tub was already well above what she'd wanted. Shutting off the flow of water, she stood and stepped into the hot bath. She sank down, feeling the heated water enveloping her. It flowed up her thighs and then bathed her sex helping to ease the hunger of which she hadn't stopped thinking. The water caressed her stomach and chest as she lay back in the tub, sighing as the heat began to loosen knots of tension in her back and shoulders. She felt her muscles relaxing in the warmth surrounding her.

As her mind began to wander, Emily's thoughts returned to Jeff. He was all but comatose in the bedroom upstairs. She'd tortured him until even she'd been ready to end it. The strain of holding him at the brink had made him cum hard. In fact, by the look on his face and the copious load of sperm shot from his tip, she assumed he'd never cum that hard in his life. She's had fun with it, with each added sensation of pleasure applied, Emily found herself getting more and more turned on. 

She had observed her brother, strapped down to the table, writing in obvious enjoyment. Watching him in so much pleasure brought a smile of satisfaction. She knew that she really did care for him, in a way far deeper than sibling love. She wanted him. But she didn't trust him, not with her heart, and not with their secret. She held her blackmail to extort his cooperation. Emily knew that ultimately, regardless of how much she loved him, she wouldn't give him up. He was hers now. She felt her first born blood surge in dominance and it was unwilling to give up control. She had felt her sexual pleasure heightened by her control and she intended to keep that control. She knew she wouldn't let Jeff go. He was her brother, her blood; he was her slave.

A knock at the door broke Emily's reverie. Christi peeked in and, seeing Emily's attention to her opened the door and strutted in. Both women remained nude, completely comfortable in their sexuality. They'd gone downstairs after Jeff's torture and had ice-cream, each sitting naked on a stool as they talked about her brother. Christi had begged details about every encounter she'd had with Jeff, asking Emily to give every juicy and racy tidbit about their experiences. Christi was a slut, and proud of the fact. She'd looked like a kid at Christmas as Emily had described how it felt fucking, sucking, and milking her brother's gorgeous cock. Emily couldn't help but smile as she replayed the memories in her mind, from the brutal and fierce fucking she'd coerced him into performing while she'd secretly videotaped, to watching him explode and barely catching the geyser of cum shooting from his cock as he sat trembling on the chair in front of her. She relived the blissful look of vulnerable pleasure as his young body pulsed every ounce of sexual energy into her quivering pussy.

Christi looked down at Emily soaking in the tub and smiled. Sitting on the floor next to the tub, Christi glanced over her friend's body showing appreciation for all Emily's feminine curves. Christi had the look of someone wanting to beg a favor. Emily had inkling as to the favor, but she just lay back and waited.

"Feeling relaxed?" Christi asked in a nonchalant manner, her gaze focusing mostly on Emily's tits protruding from the water. Emily enjoyed the voyeurism and did nothing to hide herself form her friend. She could feel the already stiff flesh harden fully under the appraising gaze.

Emily sighed. "Not in the way I want to be." She looked at her friend, who met her gaze. "But I intend to take care of that as soon as he's awake." She couldn't keep the smile from her face.

Christi grinned. "I trust you'll let me watch again?"

"I did promise you could, didn't I?"

Christi dipped a finger into the water and smiled. "I'm looking forward to seeing you two in action. From what you've told me, it's not something to miss." She didn't meet Emily's gaze this time and though it was unsaid, Emily knew exactly what Christi wasn't saying.

As the silence hung there Emily sighed. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that yet. Indeed, Jeff was her slave, but even so she felt hesitant to give Christi's bold request. She knew it was selfish, but then, why shouldn't she be? Jeff was her brother; her own flesh and blood brother, with a gorgeous body, perfect cock, and dutifully submitting. "Maybe, Christi. I'm not promising that."

Christi looked up, a look of anticipation on her face. "You mean it?"

"I said maybe, regardless of whether I decide yes or no, I'm fucking him first."

Christi grinned. "Oh come on, you're in a nice hot bath relaxing."

"I'm going fucking insane!"

Christi looked at her, "My offer is still open you know."

"Emily gazed at her friend for a moment, then looked off into an abyss. "I know, but I want to feel the whole of this frustration released with him inside me. I want to feel his solid cock, stuffed so deeply in me that he cums from my orgasm. I just...." She paused looking for the right words.

"Want to get fucked." They both said, Christi nodding her head knowingly.

"Want some help washing up?" Christi said

Emily chucked, but shook her head. "Nah, I think I'll soak for a bit and then go wake him up. I already feel like I'm climbing the walls."

Her friend arose and headed for the door. "Come get me before you do, I wouldn't miss this."

Emily only nodded as she stared at the ceiling, as if she could see through the floor and into his room.

Christi left her there soaking in the heat to ponder. Emily felt a little drowsy from the day's activities and the pleasant warmth surrounding her felt like a pleasant blanket. As tempting as it was for her to drift off, she refused to wait any longer to satiate her longing. She could pass out after Jeff had fucked her sore, after he'd convulsed in orgasmic eruption within her. 

She pictured him in her mind, tracing him, touching him, stroking him back to his full potential. She wanted to feel him, his muscular body a rock to her molten need. Blood flowed, warmed by more than the water, and beat within her aching chest. Her nipples felt hard and sensitive, longing to be tortured by his strong hands.

Emily breathed deeply and stood. Water cascaded in rivulets down her slender naked form, dropping from her hardened nipples and soaked hair. Despite having just bathed, she could smell her own arousal already radiating from her flaring pink sex. The scent gave her an idea. She pondered it over as she dried herself with one of the guest towels.

After Emily had dried her hair, she headed for the room where she'd left Jeff sleeping. Her right hand slipped between her legs and began rubbing the soft wet flesh as she climbed the stairs. She quietly entered the room, careful not to awaken her little brother. For a moment, Emily looked at Jeff's muscular naked body. Her cunt seemed to grow warmer and her hand was coated thoroughly with her arousal. She resisted the growing urge to moan as her hands moved about their delicate work. Emily walked around the head of the table and took her left hand away from her pussy, raising it until it was just above Jeff's nose.

Emily watched in fascination as his sleeping form stirred. Jeff's head turned away and she moved her hand so that it was again just below his nose. Jeff stirred again, and this time Emily noticed that his flaccid cock started to harden and grow. Amazed at the effect, Emily kept her hand by his nose so that he constantly breathed in her sexual perfume. Her heart was already pounding in her chest. Taking in the masculine prominence of his gender, the muscular build of his body made her ache all over from the anticipation that had been building all day. She could feel her excitement growing. She was completely fascinated how his body was reacting to her scent, preparing itself to ravage the female whose scent proclaimed undoubtedly to his senses a carnal demand for dominating power and virility. She looked at his cock and saw it twitching as it finished its rise and now began filling to its full girth. He was unmistakably ready to fuck the aromatic female in heat, now she merely needed to bring him to conscious awareness. She gazed at his protruding member for a moment, knowing what was soon to happen, savoring the knowledge that his body was her slave as was his heart. She wanted it, she ached for it, she panted for it. Emily knew she must wake him in a submissive manner. She needed to make him hers before she allowed herself to submit to his primal assault; and she would demand the assault, welcome it.

The stool that stood next to the table was about the right height. Emily moved it quietly, glancing back at Jeff to make sure he was still asleep and noting that his cock was still at full mast. The table was firm and stable and she was thankful as she stepped up from the stool onto its surface. She calmed herself as best she could and stepped to either side of his head. Squatting down, Emily hovered her wet sex in front of his face. She tenderly placed her hand on his forehead.

"Come on, Jeff. Wake up" She said softly. Despite her desperation, she wanted him to wake pleasantly. "Wake up Jeff. Your big sister needs you."

Jeff's eyes flitted open. He took in the visage and scent of his sisters pussy and then looked up at Emily's face. His nostrils flared and his eyes darted back to her shaven lips, pouting, wet and eager for action. His eyes fixed upward on her face once more.

Emily looked down and smiled. "I imagine you're hungry, Little Brother, want a snack?"

Jeff glanced back to her dripping cunt. With a few more blinks, Jeff's hands came up and grabbed her ass, drawing her aching sex to his mouth. Like a man parched, he began to suck and lick Emily's pussy, licking her like she was a leaking fruit, sweet and fresh.

As Jeff's tongue touched her pink, puffy, pouting pussy lips, she gasped suddenly with the rush of sensation that suddenly flooded her nerves. She'd brought herself to an orgasm on the couch while Christi had stroked Jeff's cock in front of her. Much like a light snack before an actual meal, it hadn't done much to ease the hunger thrumming through her body. His touch was like pure energy exploding from her clit through her whole body. Emily shook as he lapped at her, tasting, bathing, lashing her clit with his tongue. Minor tremors gave way uncontrollable spasmodic jolts in her muscles as he consumed her proffered essence. Her hips seemed to start a rhythmic motion that quickly accelerated into grinding as her legs felt the strain of holding her above his mouth. Her arms reached around and began to play with her sharply taunt nipples.

Emily was panting as her little brother ate her dripping cunt. Jeff's tongue began to dart into her in shallow strokes, alternating between her clit and her tunnel. She was amazed at how well he was doing. She was getting closer to the edge; tension from torturing him earlier had built to an insane urge to have him. Emily began to sink lower, the strain and pleasure too much for her to hold herself up; Jeff's hands gripped her ass, giving her support. At the same moment Emily felt a mouth move her hand and suck on her right nipple. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see Christi sucking on her tit. She was surprised and suddenly felt a wave of pleasure growing beyond her control. Emily's voice cried out in relief as her orgasm flowed. Fire in her veins burned in shuddering pleasure. Panting, trembling, screaming she came atop his mouth in a writhing convulsion. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her pelvic floor clenching and releasing in time with the continued stimulation of Jeff's mouth. Her skinned crawled and her body tingled as overloading sensations overcame her mind.

Jeff continued his assault and the orgasm lasted longer than she'd expected. Her legs snapped shut with the pleasure being too strong, Jeff's head was clutched between them, preventing complete closure. She had very little leverage and He was able to lift his head into her sex. Emily let out a throaty wail unable to hold it back as her supersensitive flesh was touched by his heated tongue. Her hands shaking she pushed his head back. Jeff's arms lifted her up. Emily couldn't resist as he lifted her back and with an unexpected movement of swift intent, impaled Emily's pussy on his cock. Emily's eyes went wide as she felt the single stroke, penetrating, stretching, and filling her tight tunnel with his thick masculine presence. She cried out in pleasure and a bit of pain her vaginal muscles clung to the invading rod of hardened flesh. She hadn't been prepared for his entire length so quickly and there was a slight sting as his thick cock drove in deep. She could the lips of her pussy grind into his dark curly hair as he embedded himself inside her body. Emily was panting with the assault and began to moan as Jeff, forcefully lifted her hips up and began driving his cock in and out of her cunt. His muscular arms tense as he began to fuck her , pulling her body up and down his shaft. Emily fell forward on his chest as he drove into her with deep fevered movements. To her oversensitive sex, her pussy could seemingly sense every pulsing vein on the length of his iron rod as it mercilessly slid in and out. Jeff's hands adjusted his grip, moving his fingers to the cleft of her ass, he held her cheeks in his palms. Cradling her supple ass in his hands, he pumped his thick length into his sister with determination and without pause. 

Emily's face was flushed and contorted into a near cry of agonizing pleasure as the entire length of her brother's cock slid in and out of her sex, the lips of her cunt flaring each time he pulled his length out of her. She wanted to cry, laugh, and scream out as waves of pleasure slammed her mind in rhythm with his stroking dick. Her hair fell around his head, still slightly moist from her bath. Jeff's body was hardened steal beneath her. Emily thought about how much she needed to cum. She could feel it on the verge of manifesting, yet it seemed impossibly far away. She felt like she was going to pee herself as he continually skewered her sex on his. She was shaking, feeling his fingers touching the sensitive flesh around her anus. Jeff's fingers held her ass tightly in their grip, spreading her ass a little to maintain his grasp. She felt his cock jerk within her.

"Jeff, don't you fucking cum until I do!"

Her words were strained as she yelled them through gritted teeth. Her breath was ragged and shallow as her body neared the precipice. Coiled tightly in a torrent of stimulation, Emily's head began to lift as her back arched up. Her breasts jiggled furiously as Jeff pounded her pussy with his thick cock. She was near abandon, shaking from the onslaught while her whole body begged for just a little more. Her toes curled as muscles began to tighten of their own will. Sweat glistened on her nudity in the light of the room and she could hear the slap, slap, slap of her flesh against his.

Christi watched the two as they ground their sexes together in a furious lust to release the built up tension coiling visibly before her eyes. Christi walked around the back of the two and sat on the stool between Jeff's legs. Christi's first two fingers were already buried in her own slick cunt while her thumb mashed against her throbbing clit. She looked intently focused on the shaft of Jeff's gorgeous cock as it quickly appeared and disappeared into her friend's pussy. She would respect Emily's claim, but that wouldn't stop her from dreaming about Jeff's thick shaft as he thoroughly fucked his big sister.

Jeff, thrusting into his sister, called out above her punctuated moans. "Christi? Hold my feet please."




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Christi was confused at the request, one hand two knuckles deep in her wet pussy. 

"My feet!" he yelled again.

Christi took hold of Jeff's feet. In a movement that showed his toned muscles, Jeff lifted his sister along with himself up into a sitting position. He gripped her hips and began lifting her up off of his cock and then slamming back into her hard. Emily's moans turned to cries, synced in time to his thick long cock driving forcefully up into her pussy. Emily's hands gripped his shoulders like clamps, squeezing them relentlessly as the final strands of control began to snap.

Jeff's upper body was turning dark red as the strain of his workout began to show. His muscles tense, he drove harder, faster, no longer controlled, but abandoned to the demand of giving his sister what she wanted most. The next five seconds seemed to take an eternity. Suddenly, every muscle in her body seized. Emily's cries stopped. His movements didn't even slow. Emily's mouth froze tight, intense and contorted. In a silent, open mouth scream, she hit the threshold. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHH GAAWWWWWWWDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!" Emily screamed.

Jeff's ears rang with his sister's uncontrolled scream of release. He drove into her, his face turning dark red. Emily's cunt attempted to clamp around the invading shaft . Face an expression of strain, Jeff pulled Emily's hips down as hard as he could, thrusting up to push as much of his length into her as he physically could. He could feel the soft sucking flesh of her cervix working the head of his cock, surrounding the tip and flexing as her orgasm shifted and moved around it. He shook and felt his ass tighten and his dick swell. As his balls lifted against his body, he bellowed. Sacs clenched, expelling pearly, sweet saturated fluid as his balls pulsed to life, surging his seed toward the base of his shaft. Churning frothy liquid lanced through tight tubes, mixing, flowing, racing higher and higher up his shaft. The tip of his cock grew and then puckered slightly, Emily's cervix slipping around the tip in a locking ring of flesh. Ripples of visible pressure travelled up the length of his cock. Tight constricting flesh pressurized as, forcefully intense his cum erupted within Emily's core, injecting jet upon jet of lustful completion into her. He held her tightly to him as the spasmodically jerking length of his cock once again painted her insides with his seed. He shook with the effort, feeling each pulsation and eruption within his beautifully cumming sibling.

Emily, coming down from her blissful conclusion was suddenly soaring once again, feeling the warm wet sensation of his cum as it filled her. Jeff's shaft jerked, throbbing in time with the fluid ammunition blasting up the tight core. Her g-spot was being rubbed and her cervix was tightly wrapped around the tip of her little brother's cock, milking the geyser of cum flowing from his balls. Emily gripped Jeff's body as tightly as she could, trying to find a single solid piece of reality with which to hold tight. Her mind reeled as she felt and heard her brother's final, lustful transfer of sexual energy. Emily shook still, straddling his lap, his flesh deep within her, warmth spreading from the obvious filling of her sex. His hands released her hips and wrapped around her back, tightly pulling her against his rock hard body as they both trembled with the aftershocks of passion.

Emily's pussy remained like a vice, holding him tightly until the blood slowly drained from his member. Jeff laid back down on the table, taking his sister with him in his arms. As he lay back against the table resting he looked down at his sister. A look of peaceful bliss shown on her face, the steady breath upon his chest told him that she had fallen asleep atop him.

Jeff felt the tip of his cock dislodge from his sisters womb and a warm flood seeped around him as his length softened inside her. The combined liquid of their passion leaked out around his cock and slid down his leg and balls. He felt the weight of Emily's body above as she lay there asleep. Head back, he stared at the ceiling, unsure of what would happen next. The experience had been like none other. Part of him was angry at her for using him, part of him longed for her approval of his performance. She'd said that she needed to punish him however her methods merely forced submission, it didn't really harm him. He was acutely aware of Christi's presence in the room and his own nakedness. He was fully expended from the day's torment and found his cock felt achingly tired from the constant pounding. He had given Emily all he had, physically and emotionally to fill her obvious needs of him. The whole process, probably only lasting ten minutes and exhausted all the energy he'd gotten from his short nap.

Jeff felt his heart slowly calm as the rhythmic sound of Emily's breathing seemed to relax him. The table wasn't entirely comfortable and he wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but he didn't want to wake Emily from her peaceful rest. He decided to risk waking her and carefully put one hand to the side for leverage and, holding her to him with his other arm. He pushed himself up, supporting her neck and head. Shuffling as slowly and carefully as he might, he eased off the table, putting Emily's head on his shoulder and holding her close, support all her weight by his sore arms.

Jeff's eyes looked at a nude Christi sitting there, a silent communication requesting her direction. Christi glanced to the sleeping form of Emily and moved towards the door, motioning him to follow. Jeff was led to a guest room upstairs with a full size bed in the center. Christi had pulled back the covers for him as he gently laid his sister on the bed. As they exited the room, Jeff looked at Christi with thanks.

"Where's your bathroom, I'm in need of a good shower."

Christi smiled and glanced back at the door to Emily's room. She looked from the door to Jeff's cock and then slyly smiled up at him. "The shower is downstairs. There's room for two."

Jeff, not missing the obvious invitation smiled. "As beautiful as you are and as much as I wouldn't mind the help, I don't think Emily would quite approve of me taking that liberty."

Christi's head turned back to the closed doorway. "Could just be our secret. I don't think she'll be waking anytime soon from the fucking you just gave her." She looked up at his face and winked. "I'll make it worth it," she reached out and fondled his sac, "I promise."

Jeff shifted his weight so that her hand slipped from his body. "That's up to Emily." He stared back at the closed door for a moment. "Not me." He said flatly. His face held the rigid serious determination of a devoted man. He wasn't available. He knew it and he was making sure she knew it.

Christi sighed in disappointment, but led him down the stairs to the bathroom. As the hot water began to run down his toned body, he reveled in the warmth easing the aches in his back and thighs. He was sore and tired. He'd barely slept after the torture Emily had inflicted on him and he'd put all his effort into pleasing her. He had done exactly what Emily had wanted. Viscerally, he had sensed her hunger and desire. Emily's scent had roused and aroused him thoroughly. Jeff felt blood flowing into his sore cock at the very memory of her potent scent. He stayed under the flowing water until the temperature began to drop. Only then did he shut off the water and dry himself. He wrapped the towel around his waist out of habit but then decided it didn't really matter. Hanging the towel on a peg, he went back upstairs to the room where Emily slept.

Jeff silently opened the door. He stared at the dark room and gazed on his big sister. She was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. He felt a longing to please her, to server her despite the way she'd treated him. He wasn't certain what she was doing to him, but he didn't want her to stop. Quietly he entered and shut the door behind him.

He was careful not to jostle the bed as she slid in next to her. Lying on his side, facing her back, Jeff pulled the covers up over himself. As he shifted his weight, Emily rolled over, situating her body up against his. He glanced to her face but she wasn't awake. Jeff wrapped his muscular arm around her, savoring the closeness of their bodies. He was so very, very tired. He wanted nothing more than to sleep here with her. Closing his eyes and listening to her steady breathing he drifted off to sleep wondering what would happen when Emily woke up.

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My Brother My Slave Ch. 07



A/N: All Characters are at least 18 years of age. This is a work of fiction; characters are not based loosely or directly on any real person. 

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Emily woke slowly; sunlight shown through a pair of drab curtains illuminating the sparsely furnished room. Despite the morning sunlight bathing the room she could see little of her surroundings as Jeff's muscular body blocked most of her view. She felt his arm around her and could sense his chest hair as it brushed against her nipples, tickling stimulating them each time he drew a breath. A soft and contented sigh escaped her lips as she thought about him lying next to her, naked and strong. 

Emily was never one to enjoy waking up with whomever she'd fucked the night before. Typically, she avoided talking to the guy on the simple principle that she wasn't interested in a relationship, just the sex. While it was never hard to get a guy to fuck her, dealing with a clingy lover boy or a self-absorbed jock wasn't what she wanted, especially first thing in the morning and often with a hangover. Yet as she lay there feeling the sensual grazing of her nipples against his chest, she marveled how easy it would be for her wake up with him every day. 

She wasn't entirely sure of herself. She liked the sex. Okay, she loved the sex. More like totally addicted to the sex, but physical pleasure aside she was finding herself falling in love with her would be slave. She gazed at him, his features relaxed and peaceful. Even growing up he'd rarely been relaxed, especially around women. Her torture and subjugation of him had actually awoken something carnal within Jeff, something strong and fierce. Despite the submissive role she forced him into, his spirit was far from broken. If fact, she was quite sure that she was walking the edge of a blade in her treatment of him. On one side lay his utter devotion and broken will, on the other a man who could just as easily turn the tide on her. What made her uneasy and truly worried her was the danger that she might even let him.

Emily's right leg was pinned by his right, their limbs intertwined together in a rather intimate configuration. As her gaze travelled down his body, the erotic thoughts that had first been playing at Emily's senses and her nipples now began to assert themselves. Drawn like a moth to flame, her eyes found the part of him that made her tingle and ache. As with most men, Jeff's cock was sporting a nearly hard morning erection. Emily's content aura suddenly charged with that insistent mischievous hunger.

What the hell is wrong with me? I haven't been this desperate for sex since I went three months without it last year. Her thoughts seemed to ring out in her own mind as she stared at his semi hard member, wanting very much to touch it. While she knew touching may be the first step, it would certainly not be the last. She glanced up at Jeff's face but he was still sound-asleep. Emily wasn't too surprised, she'd put him through quite the ordeal yesterday. Yesterday. That thought reminded her that she only had two more days to fuck him without discovery. Two days to finalize her control. Two days to try and satisfy this ache. Emily and Jeff would have to return home on Monday and that time was already moving along, slipping away like trickling sand. She wanted more, but she knew the danger of fucking her little brother under her parent's roof.

Emily moved her hand down between their bodies wiggling against her stomach, avoiding her brother's chest. Her movements shifted her shoulder slightly causing her to nudge Jeff's broad chest. Jeff's arm to pulled her closer in a automatic reaction to her touch. The sudden feeling of his warm chest pressing firmly against hers began to make her pussy pout. Her hand had made it between their bodies and she was able to lightly flex it. Emily gently groped in the area she could no longer see and found his semi-erect member. At the feeling of his sex, she felt her own tingle in anticipation.. Emily smiled to herself as she felt the semi erect shaft begin to harden in response to her touch. Jeff's breathing quickened, but the look at his eyelids showed no signs of consciousness. The angle made it difficult to grip him so Emily used her limited range to stroke his length with a feather light sweeping motion.

The indirect contact had the desired effect and Emily began to feel the tip of his cock press into her as he lengthened, pushing into her thigh. She could feel the girth of him growing as the pressure on her thigh increased. She squinted so that it would look like she was still asleep if he happened to wake up. She continued her gentle movements and felt the hard mass of his erection as it became fully engorged with his hot young blood. She listened to his breathing and waited. What had been steady air moving in and out of his nose started to become ragged as Jeff's body began to respond to the sexual medley Emily was playing on his cock. The shaft jerked slightly and she tried to hold back her smile as the feeling of warm sticky liquid pulsed from his nearly solid cock. Emily lay still save for her hand and looked through closed lids to watch Jeff's reactions as she tickled and caressed his cock.

Jeff's hips shifted slightly as she continued to run the tips of her fingers up and down his shaft. His mind, still cloaked in sleep was not fully aware of her seduction, but his body was responding readily to the gentle stroking. Her hand was getting sore with her cramped movements, but the reward of her touch was enough to keep going. Emily tried not to smile as she saw and felt his body move. Jeff's leg tensed and she felt another surge of pre-cum oozing onto her thigh, her pussy seemed to drip in sympathetic longing. She carefully watched his face, waiting for the final thread of sleep to fray. 

Jeff's arm instinctively pulled her closer and Emily could feel the rough hair of his chest lightly scratching her rock hard nipples. The rough sensation was so erotic, that she felt a jolt of excitement race down her. Jeff shifted again and mumbled sleepily. Her face was only a few inches from his, she wanted to press her lips to his and feel his passion ignite. Emily could feel the wet streak making a trail down her thigh as the pre-cum oozed from his hardened dick. Slick heat began to seep down her inner thigh and cheeks as her own excited sex began to fully awaken in response to the mental images she was conjuring. She could picture him holding her down with his strong arms, pressing his hands to her wrists, pinning her to the bed as he shift his body weight in order to situate himself between her legs. She imagined him pressing them open with his strong thighs and aligning his cock to her nearly bare entrance. Emily's heart was racing and she felt the flow of her arousal coating her inner thighs and the crack of her ass. 

In her mind's eye, Jeff placed the tip of his hard cock at her entrance and began to run the head along her slit, coating himself in her glistening desire, working his way up and down her opening, grazing her clit as he passed over it with each wet thrust. Emily wanted to feel him plunge into her with hard deep strokes. She felt a moan escape her lips as the menagerie of memories and fantasies merged into a growing flood of sexual tension straining for release. Through hooded eyes, she glanced at Jeff's face. His eyes were focused on hers. Realizing that he knew she was already awake, Emily's eyes opened and they stared at each other, neither speaking for a time.

The night before had been intense for both of them. She'd tortured him with pleasure until he'd cum with reckless abandon and not long after he'd fucked her hard and fast until she'd cum twice, the second time hard enough to pass out. A strange, visceral connection had formed in the wake of such intense sexuality. Both felt the pull of the connection, drawing them together in a purely carnal sense of hunger. He longed to burry cock deep inside her, pumping her to the brink, and then with his boiling cum release her tense body in the clutched of ecstasy. She longed to feel the thick shaft stretch her cunt as it pulsated with orgasmic explosion inside her body, filling her with the life seed of her baby brother's living essence. They both longed to be forever in the moment of mutual fulfillment, each melded to the other in the pure ecstasy of release, feeling the other let go of everything but the moment, everything but them. They both longed to be one.

As she laid there, a hair's breadth from him, his eyes were intense but his expression was unreadable. At that moment Emily was filled with so many emotions she wasn't sure how to process them all. She stared into his eyes trying to get a grasp on what was happening. Torrents of emotion, memories, hunger, desperation, mixed with fear flashed. She felt regret for her manipulation, terror of rejection, affection for the man before her, hunger for his body, and a deep need to fulfill his every desire. In that moment, it all came clear. Emily was afraid. For the first time in her life, she was afraid of Jeff. He held in his hands the power. At this very moment he could bring her down from the pedestal of command into the very throes of submission. She ached for him, in every way. She hungered for his caress. Emily's mind swam with the realization that she was in love with him, and in the wake of such an epiphany dread followed. 

Jeff took her in, seemingly reaching through her eyes and examining her very soul. The blank look on his face was almost terrifying in its scrutiny. Emily felt vulnerable, open and dangerously close to an emotional collapse. At that moment she desperately wanted him to stop watching her. Instead Emily wanted Jeff to mount and fuck her mindlessly, carnally, she hungered for it. She didn't want to be confronted with her abusive actions or the guilt that would surely follow. Pride had not only kept him at emotional distance, it had also opened a chasm between them that was even now only bridged by Emily's desperate lust and Jeff's fear. Fear of her betrayal. A fear she had cultivated and encouraged now faced her in the blank face of her brother. 

Her mouth opened to speak but she couldn't seem to manage any sound. Her voice choked off before it escaped her lips. She felt her throat constrict and heard herself manage to whisper his name. The sound was a mixture of anguish, part sob and part plea. Her hand stopped stroking his cock and moved up awkwardly to his chest. He continued to look at her without expression. His eyes continued their search into her dark thoughts, and Emily felt as though he was undoing her with his silence. It would have been less torturous had he simply yelled at her. The silence was even more condemning. He'd lanced through her armor without a single word. 

After what seemed like an eternity Jeff spoke. His voice came soft but deliberate. "What do you want from me Em?"

The simple question hit her like freight train and she felt the pent up emotions suddenly unravel, rushing to the surface shredding her composure. She couldn't stop herself as the fortress erected to resist Jeff, the protection from the growing affection for him and the intense guilt she'd sheltered her conscience from assaulted her unmercifully. She lost sense of everything but his eyes. As the floodgate opened, even that became a blur as tears streamed down her cheeks. Emily's body shook in convulsive sobs and her throat constricted. She pulled in ragged breaths only to release them in bursting uncontrollable cries. Her arousal forgotten, she felt only anguish and shame at herself. She'd tortured the love of her life, her own sibling. She'd beaten him, won the game. He was hers, and she'd hurt him out of prideful spite. She gasped in breaths as the weight of it all threatened to smother her in its endless depths. And the more she thought of all that had happened, the deeper she sank. She loathed herself. Inside she felt the insurmountable chasm grow. She realized with tortured clarity what her own threats had and would cost her. In that moment, she wanted to die.

Jeff's arms held her tightly as she wept uncontrollably. He felt her body and her fierce tremors. He could hear her gasping breath and could taste her salty tears. He made soft shushing sounds trying to calm her from her building hysterical crying. Emily folded into his chest, feeling the toned muscles. She continued to cry for a while, held in their naked embrace, completely bare to each other. The master was stripped reduced to a sobbing child. 

He held her, feeling the time pass unmercifully slowly. It took all that was in him not to say anything. This was his sister. She was all he had and he didn't know what to do except hold her to him. Emily's cries turned to sniffles as the sheer emotional exhaustion took its toll. She tried to pull away but Jeff's arms held her tightly. She knew she looked a miserable mess. Her eyes were probably red and puffy her nose running and her hair matted by tears, she was a wreck. She felt his heart beating and turned her head, placing an ear to his chest, listening to the steady thumping.

She didn't know how long it was until she found her voice, she was afraid to talk, but afraid not to say it. "Jeff..." she paused trying her best to find the words. She couldn't look up; she couldn't bear to look into his eyes at that moment. She felt naked. Ironically her physical nudity played no role in her feelings, it was her soul was naked. So many words, and none seemed right.

The silence stretched interminably, she truly wanted to say it, but she couldn't seem to bring forth the words. Jeff's hand moved to her face. He gently stroked his index finger down her cheek and then lifted her chin so that their eyes were level. She saw something there she did not expect. Something she didn't quite understand. And then he spoke.

Her heart stopped as he said. "I love you Em."

His voice was soft and gentle, and was laced with pain. Emily looked away from his eyes. She was at least glad that she hadn't lost her sibling's love, but knew there was no chance at anything more. She nodded, not trusting her voice. As she moved her head back towards his chest, his hand gently pulled her back so she could see his eyes.

"Emily? I love you. Truly, deeply and madly love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Emily froze. She'd heard the words, but they seemed wrong, incoherent, distant, and seemingly unbelievable. She looked up into his face, chancing to see something beyond condemnation and loathing, the same loathing she herself felt inside. As her eyes found his, she saw something totally unexpected. He had a wisp of a smile on his face. She stopped breathing, staring into those eyes. She was stupefied, and stunned, and speechless.

"Jeff, I...."

Jeff placed a finger on her lips. The smile was still on his lips and now his eyes twinkled. "I know."

"Jeff I'm so sorry, I'm so very, very sor..mmph..." Her apology was silenced by his kiss on her lips, and she felt herself pressing her mouth hungrily against his. Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair. She held his head to her lengthening the kiss and showing her own hunger for him. Suddenly she was filled with a burning need to have him inside her again, but this time she wasn't just desperate for sex, she was desperate to be his, only his. 

Jeff's muscled arms moved her up on the bed and he situated himself in a kneeling position, breaking their kiss for a moment to pull her up to face him. He knelt in front of her knees together, cock fully erect and waiting, oozing clear liquid from the tip. Emily once again wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up his thighs. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling herself up his thighs. Her lips continued to work his in a frenzy of hunger that possessed her fully in purpose and deed. Emily locked her legs behind his hips and pulled herself to him. Her bare sex slid up his thigh and pressed his cock against her stomach, the cleft of her cunt nestling her little brother's shaft in its folds. 

She began to gently rock her hips against him, sliding her sex up and down his shaft. She could feel herself heating at the feeling of Jeff's shaft gliding back and forth with her movements. She was gasping through their kisses and he hadn't even entered her yet. She wanted him, she needed him desperately. Jeff's hands gripped her ass, applying gentle pressure that helped her movements but didn't rush them. She was breathless feeling the ignition of her longing. Her tongue slid along his lips as his shaft slid along her sex, coating it with a slick layer of her excitement from their grinding. 

She could feel the base of his cock as the veins and head caressed her clit as she pulled her hips up and down. Jeff's breathing was shallow as he gripped her ass firmly. Emily wanted him inside her, she wanted to see his pleasure, feel his body, hold him close to her as they become one being. She broke the kiss, pulling back to look into his eyes. As their gaze met, she lifted her hips higher this time until the tip of his cock was just below her clit. She focused herself in that look, her soul, her heart, and her devotion poured into her eyes. She envisioned all her desires and feelings flowing into him through their locked gaze. As if in response, her mind flashed back to their first encounter, similar to this she'd plunged herself down upon him, feeling his entire length burry deep within her until he'd cum hard, filling her with his seed. She held her hips still, his cock at the entrance to her womanhood, remembering, feeling, communing in a way that was beyond words.

A gentle smile came to Jeff's lips. He held her gaze as she undulated her body just enough to align their sexes. Once the tip was in the well of her excited lips, she slid forward and down watching him as she sank down, feeling the hard thick shaft begin to fill her emptiness inside, stretching it just enough to feel solid inside her. They both felt the pleasure bolt as he slid home, felt the other's breath hitch as he filled her. She felt their bodies come together. She ground her hips to push him deeper into herself, wanting to take his entire length in, wanting to feel that sense of possession and wholeness. 

Fully inside her she held him there, unmoving while they stared into each other. It was a moment of pure connection, blazing between them. They were sharing each other's pleasure, neither taking but giving freely. This was consensual, unified, intentional, desired; both feeling the intense satisfaction of being a part of the whole being, one. The moment stretched out both content in the knowledge that they had completed the puzzle, synchronized into a new being. They were alone in a world of longing and fulfillment. It was perfection, all they wanted was to stay that way; and then Emily squeezed her pussy around his cock. 

As if a smoldering fuse had finally reached its payload, fire ignited in his eyes and he began to move. Gripping her ass in his strong hands he began pulling her up and down his shaft, up and down, up and down, plunging into her core with slow strong thrusts. Every time their bodies met Emily gasped softly as his skin touched her clit, feeling his length touch her g-spot, caressing, massaging her pleasure centers within and without. She continued to look into his eyes as they moved in their private dance. She felt him within her, strong and full, thick and hard as he stroked in and out. Emily focused her muscles and squeezed around him, applying gentle pressure to increase the sensations. Jeff moaned in response to the undulation of her pussy, the muscles clenching and milking his cock, attempting to take that which he was not yet willing to surrender. 

Emily smiled hearing his pleasure and bit the left side of her lower lip in a coy grin. The mischievous innocent look seemed only to heat the flaming need within him and he began increase the pace of his movements. In, out. In, out. Again and again her tight lifts sucked his rock hard rod, sliding with ease yet tightly locked within its willing sheath. She was teasing him, enticing him to take her in any way he wanted, and he was eating it up. She encouraged his movements, his aggression. She surrendered to him in a way that showed submission, allowing his hands to lift her up and down on his shaft, responding to him using only her pussy and her expressions.




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She pressed her lips to his in a desperate kiss, their tongues intertwining. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as he thrust his cock into her cunt. She moaned into his kiss, feeling the fulfillment of her need for him. There was nothing that was as luxurious, nothing so deeply satisfying as feeling his entire length and width within her core.

She broke their kiss. Looking into his eyes she spoke, "I'm all yours Jeff. Do anything you want." She moved and put her mouth next to his ear, erotically whispering the words, "All...of me is...yours..." she licked his ear. "Take me...I'm begging you...take...me. Make...me...yours..."

Jeff thrust deep and held still for a moment. Emily could feel minor tremors in his body, felt the twitching of his cock insider her. Her words had brought him to the edge she knew, driven his mind mad with the hunger for his release, his claim. She'd nearly made him cum, nearly driven him to giving her what she'd hungered for. Taking her queue from his reactions she whispered, "Anything Jeff, do it...I need it..."

Abruptly, Emily was lifted from his lap, off of his cock. She let out a mewling sound at feeling the emptiness of his withdrawal. He looked into her eyes for a moment, asking if she was going to submit to his desires. Emily gave him a smile and an expectant look. Jeff pushed her down onto the bed and shifted until his face was mere inches away from her pussy. She gasped loudly as his tongue slipped into the apex of her slit, flicking her clit in soft quick strokes. Emily reached down and put her fingers into his hair as her body began to tremble.

Jeff used his fingers to spread her lips open, pushing back the hood of skin hiding her clit and began to nibble and suck on the small nub, occasionally darting his tongue into the entrance of her tunnel. Emily tightened her grip on his hair as she felt a tidal wave rising. She felt the flow of energy as it built in a knot of sexual and emotional tension gathering in her pelvis, sending tendrils of pleasure up her stomach and down her thighs. Jeff moved his hands from her pussy and climbed the skin of her midriff. Emily cried out as his fingers found her hardened nipples and gently squeezed them. She felt the wave descend into her body. Her hips bucked as her orgasm crashed over her. She tried to hold Jeff away, but her grip slipped as her arms filled with the tingling rush of pleasure. 

Jeff continued to lick her, seemingly enjoying the flow of slick nectar that she was producing. She was shaking as he pulled away. He took her left leg and moved it, closing her legs as he put both together on her right. The pressure of her closed legs elicited a yelp as her sensitive pussy was mashed together. Jeff cradled her ass in one hand and placed his other on her hip. With his strength, he pulled her ass up and over aligning her hips to his. Emily's face was against the bed, her ass in the air toward her younger brother. Jeff gently moved her knees apart and grasped his shaft in one hand, bending slightly to see her pussy, lining himself up. 

Emily was still slightly dazed and hadn't quite figured out what Jeff was doing until she felt his cock slide into her from behind. Her already sensitive sex now made her gasp as his cock began to drive deeply into her. She felt his balls slamming against her clit each time he drove home. The swollen head of his cock rubbed her g-spot with each stroke in and out building another wave of pleasure, but this time it was more visceral, more encompassing, filling her body. She could feel her orgasm approaching, mercilessly careening through her. Her toes tingled, her nipples tingled and her hands fisted in the sheets as Jeff stroked in and out, in and out, gripping her hips tightly as he plunged in over and over. 

She tried to think, tried to grip him in her body but was finding that her body was sluggish from her first orgasm. His cock wasn't hurting but was grazing her cervix with each thrust. She couldn't' seem to stop shaking as she felt the sensations flood through her. Jeff's thrusts froze for a second and she felt his cock lurch within her once then again. He hadn't cum but he'd been close. She wanted him to cum, wanted to feel that warmth fill her as his body injected his seed into her. She wanted to hear his grunts and gasps as his cum flowed into her, as he possessed her. She needed to feel the pumping, the throbbing, lurching shaft of his hard cock as it shot white hot sperm into the deepest core of her body. 

She arched her back and thrust her hips as high as she could as Jeff began to drive into her again. Each time his balls slapped into her, a spike of pleasure shot from her clit. She felt herself teetering on the brink. Her hands wriggled around to her breasts and she pinched her own nipples, feeling the plunge of pleasure begin. She held onto her own nipples feeling the explosion in her groin begin to spread. She shuddered in ecstasy as she fell over the edge. Weightless she fell through the void into the pool of pleasure. Her pussy began to undulate and tighten around Jeff's cock. Through the waves of pleasure she felt his slam his cock into her, holding her hips tightly to his and then she felt her orgasm surge anew as within her cunt, her brother's cock began to jerk in time with his guttural grunts. Emily's face hurt. She realized through the resounding orgasmic shocks radiating through her lithe body, that she was grinning from the sound of his gasps.

She closed her eyes and savored the fullness as she felt him slip beyond her tunnel, deeper into her core. As her body continued to pulsate around him she felt the familiar growing warmth in the pit of her belly as Jeff's cock spasmed, pumping streams of pearly white cum into her. She could feel her brother's body shaking as he began to empty himself into her. Warm liquid spilled out of him in surges that she thought she could feel as they blasted her womb, painting it in the sticky sweet semen created from his very life. Surge after surge of hot cum flowed into her and she reveled in the growing warmth filling her deepest most and most private parts. As they both came down from the high, Emily reached back and squeezed his sac, feeling his cock pulse a final spurt within her. She was still smiling broadly. Jeff leaned against her, too sensitive to withdraw from her tight tunnel. He still shook in the afterglow. Emily relished the feeling of being his, knowing he loved her and that she might have a chance to show him how much she loved him.

They lay there, joined together by his softening cock. Sweat slicked, they both held each other, feeling the perfect peace that follows a lovers release. Emily felt his lips kiss her shoulder. She craned her head over and back and met his lips in a gentle loving kiss. He held her in that moment, afraid to let go. With reluctance, Jeff pulled out of her and fell back on the bed. Emily watched as a stream of her brother's cum flowed out her still slightly gaping pussy. Laying down beside him, she sighed as Jeff again took her in his arms. She couldn't imagine it getting any better; then again, the weekend wasn't yet up. True, soon they were going to have to go back home. They couldn't be together like they were now, but Christi's house was fairly close and they would often need to "collaborate" on homework.

"Did you really mean that, what you said about...being all mine?" Jeff asked into the silence.

Emily snuggled in closer to him and sighed, letting the question hang for a moment. She reached down between her legs and idly ran her fingers through their combined sexual cocktail. Jeff looked over at her with questioning eyes.

"Yes, little brother, I meant it. Anything you..." she reached over and squeezed his semi soft cock rubbing her finger on the small droplets of cum still on his tip. She grinned as he groaned and jerked beneath her touch. "...want."

Jeff's face contorted as he grunted. She didn't stop stroking him, instead she let her thumb play at his cum coated head and pulsed her squeezing, feeling his pulse as blood began to fill his exceptional cock once again. He let out a shuddering breath.

Emily smiled up at her little brother, "Why little brother...got any ideas?"

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My Brother, My Slave Pt. 02



A/N: This series contains (or will contain) gay sex, incest, bdsm, bondage, vampires (which may lead to very, very tame blood play). There may be instances of non-con/reluctance. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not read on. You've been warned. 

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I pulled the girl's young body against mine. My hand was clamped tightly over her mouth, stifling her cries of terror. 

I shouldn't be hunting. The media was hyper aware of the attacks that had been happening recently. There had only been one or two deaths though, the rest were just attacks. If I went about this the right way, the girl may not even remember being assaulted at all. If I went about it the wrong way...well, she may not return home. 

She struggled hard against me, kicking and thrashing in my arms. I didn't mind. It turned me on, watching her fight and cry, and knowing the whole time that I would never let her win. She would fall victim to me like so many others in the past. Pathetic human. 

I pulled her head back, my fingers weaving in her dark brown hair. Her beautiful pale neck was bright against the darkness of the night. I felt the pressure begin the build in my mouth, my fangs quickly extending. With a snarl, I bit into her. 

She shrieked, collapsing against me. Her body went limp, but her mind was racing. The girl was terrified, her thoughts frantically pushing past one another. Her heart was beating rapidly, her breathing coming in short pants. 

I drank greedily, the delicious liquid spilling into my mouth, trailing down my chin. My grip on her was tight, my nails digging into her skin, making shallow cuts on her stomach and hips. I'd have blood on my shirt when I got home. It was more than fine with me. 

All I could taste in her blood was fear. Fear and panic. My cock began to harden as I had my fill of her. Fuck, she was so weak, so pathetically afraid. 

My hand moved up her stomach, and I pushed her shirt up. My teeth didn't leave her neck, my other hand still firmly held her mouth. 

She whimpered when I reached her breasts. I pushed her shirt up over them, revealing her lacy bra to the deserted street. 

If I was being honest, the part of me that was attracted to women had faded a lot over the past few months. Men were just more enjoyable to be with. Dominating a man was exhilarating, and at times, challenging. Dominating a woman was easy. 

I squeezed her breast over her bra. She was becoming more chaotic, more frenzied, which only further stimulated my steadily growing member. But as I drained her, she became weaker and weaker, unable to move against me. I could take her, right here, in the middle of the dark street. The idea turned me on, but she was quickly becoming too feeble. In a matter of seconds she'd be unconscious. That wouldn't do at all, I liked to hear my prey scream.

It was no matter. I had my pet waiting at home. Why settle for this human when I had my little brother?

I released her, pulling my fangs out of her neck, letting her body drop to the dirty sidewalk. She was unconscious. Humans are so disgustingly frail. 

I didn't bother moving her anywhere, I just left her there, asleep on the street. She wouldn't remember what happened to her. It would be light soon anyway, she'd be alright. And if she wasn't... well, it's no longer my problem. 

My stomach was full. My heart was pumping life through my veins. My cock was pressing forcefully up against my black trousers. A new hunger had formed.

I flitted quickly through the dark streets. I was merely a shadow beneath the lamps. It was easy getting through the forest, despite the canopy blocking out the moonlight. I'd been this way a thousand times before, and besides I'm a hunter. My eyes are used to watching in the dark. 

In less than a minute, I was in my brother's bedroom. I shut and locked the door behind me. I didn't want to be interrupted. 

His room was nearly the exact opposite of mine. It was white for the most part, with accents of lavender. Colours of purity, innocence and femininity. It was fitting for my brother. 

I was silent as I approached my brother's bed. I pulled back the sheer white curtain on his four poster bed, and gazed down at his sleeping form. He looked so... angelic, so... good. The lamb. I smirked. I was the tiger. 

His blonde hair was ruffled, his thick black eyelashes formed crescents against his pale cheeks. They had a tint of pink on them, which was good, it meant he'd fed properly. He was naked, or at least shirtless from what I could see. He was sucking his thumb, a habit he'd had since childhood. My cock twitched in excitement. 

I let the curtain fall back, and sauntered to my brother's closet. In my genius, I'd had the foresight of mind to stash a box of toys in his closet. He didn't know about it and I certainly didn't plan on telling him. 

I grabbed it eagerly, pulling it out from behind his shoes. I grabbed rope, four long pieces. I contemplated grabbing one (or a couple) of the assorted butt plugs, but decided against it. I wanted to be inside him quickly, I didn't have time for excessive teasing. I did decide to take a pair of nipple clamps, though. I searched quickly through the box for his collar, but I must've forgotten it in my bedroom. He had other collars, but the one I'd left in my room was my favourite. I growled, no matter. I selected a plain, black leather collar and returned to his bed. 

I started with his right wrist, gently pulling it up to the right corner of his bed. I secured it quickly, tying his wrist to the frame with ease. Then, I moved to his ankles. I slowly pulled off the white satin blanket, revealing his beautiful body. He was wearing a pair of plain white briefs. I loved them, they perfectly outlined his delicious, firm bottom. I lifted his legs slightly as I tied him up, so that his ass was hovering just a few inches off of the bed. I thought most definitely, that he'd awaken when I took his thumb from his mouth, but he gave no reaction. His breathing remained even and peaceful. 

A thin red line formed on Jacob's thumb. Blood. Drinking his own blood always made him drowsy, that's why he did it often before and while he slept. I watched it form for a few seconds, before licking it off, relishing the taste. His blood was unlike a human's. It wasn't coppery, but rather sweet and light. 

The wound healed over, and I secured his wrist to the bed. Finally, I attached the collar. The clamps would come later. 

I removed my clothes, tossing them to the floor before moving next to his head and resting on my knees. I normally liked to keep my clothes on while we fucked, but this was an exception. He was restrained and wouldn't have the privilege –or ability- to touch me anyway. I took my large member in my hand and stroked it slowly. My free hand moved to Jacob's hair, and I tilted his head so he was facing my direction. I rested the tip of my cock against his lips. 

He gave no reaction, and I slowly started moving my hips back and forth, running my cock along his lips. He parted his lips slightly, and I pushed the tip of my cock between them. Even in his stupor, he seemed to recognize what was happening, because he opened his mouth further, allowing me to push my head directly into the warmth of his mouth. 

I moaned softly as I slowly face-fucked my brother. He was still, his tongue remained limp inside his mouth. I smirked, he was still asleep. I pushed more of my length into him, hitting the blockage in his throat quickly. 

He opened his eyes slowly, and blinked a few times, before actually realizing what was going on. Jacob's eyes widened to their full extent and he thrashed against the bed, realizing with panic that he was completely restrained. 

"Alex, what's going-"

I quickly shoved my cock back into his mouth. 

"You know perfectly well what's going on, pet. And for the duration of the night you will address me as 'master' or 'brother'." I said sternly, pumping at a moderate speed into his mouth. "Am I understood?"

"Yes, Master." Jacob said softly when I pulled my dick from his mouth. He opened his mouth submissively, letting me enter him again. He looked up at me, his gold eyes locked with mine as I fucked his face. I wasn't going quickly, more for myself than him. I still had his ass to fuck. 

He bobbed his head as much as he could on my cock. I went the rest of the way, holding his hair tightly in my hand, forcing more of my prick into him with every thrust. I could get all nine inches of my dick down his throat, but it was painful for him. I could feel his throat constricting around my member as he gagged on me. But I held him still, watching his body wretch. 

Jacob's eyebrows furrowed together, a few stray tears spilt from his eyes. His body shook against the bed, but I didn't let up. I was cutting off his air, choking him with my dick but I didn't care. In fact, quite the opposite, I loved it. 

"Good boy. Take all of it. You love your big brother's dick, don't you?" I asked, finally pulling out of his throat. He sucked in air quickly, gagging slightly as I left his mouth. 

"Yes." He choked out, his teary eyes meeting mine once more. 

"Say it." I said forcefully. With a look of complete honesty, my brother murmured:

"I love my big brother's dick." 

I smirked, and roughly plunged my cock back into his mouth. I fucked his face more rapidly now, filling him to the hilt, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting in again. He gagged and gasped and even let out the occasional moan of pleasure as I abused his mouth. 

"I own you." I said, taking my dick from his mouth. 

"Yes, yes." He agreed. I tugged his hair back before releasing it. I moved my knees to either side of his head, resting just above his face. I took my dick in my hand and stroked it, lowering myself down onto him. 

"Suck your big brother's balls." I ordered, when I felt his lips against my sack. He opened his mouth obediently, taking my left ball into his mouth and sucking on it. I moaned softly, jerking myself while his mouth worked. His tongue flicked over my balls, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Fuck, it felt so good. But I kept my lips tightly closed, resting my hand against the wall behind his bed. I didn't want to let him know how good it felt, so I stayed relatively quiet as his mouth worked. 

"You're being such a good whore for me." I breathed, throwing my head back slightly as his mouth encompassed my right ball. Jacob moaned appreciatively beneath me. 

After a few minutes, I felt pressure begin to build in my stomach, so I stopped stroking myself. I didn't want to cum yet, there was so much more I wanted to do to him. I climbed off of him slowly, moving to stand on the floor beside his bed. 

I looked down at his face with satisfaction. He had spit running down his chin, his cheeks were still tearstained from the rough face-fuck. 

I pulled open the top drawer on his bedside table, pulling out a small bottle of lube. My finger hooked underneath the chain on the nipple clamps, and I brought them with me. I climbed easily between his wide-spread legs, setting the clamps down beside me. I tore off his briefs with ease, ripping them to shreds then tossing them carelessly to the floor. 

I leaned over him, looking down into his eyes. My cock rubbed against his, and I noticed that he was just as hard as I was, already leaking pre-cum.

My mouth was just a few inches above Jacob's. He closed his eyes slowly, parting his lips.

"You want me to kiss you." It wasn't a question, I knew the answer.

"Yes, brother." He breathed. 

I immediately wrapped my hand tightly around his throat, feeling his collar, which was now warm with sweat. He looked up at me, shocked. My grip tightened. 

"You're pathetic." I said, before spitting on his cheek. 

I moved back, resting my ass on my feet. I grabbed the lube, squirting a heavy amount onto my fingers, and onto his puckered asshole. 

"M-Master!" Jacob stuttered as I pushed my middle finger into his hole. His body jerked slightly, his back arching up off the bed. I grinned evilly, feeling his ass clench around my finger. I wasn't gentle or loving, but rather, hurried and unforgiving. I wanted my cock to be in his ass as fast as possible, I didn't care about making it good for him. He's worthless, just a hole to fuck. 

Or, at least that's how I treat him. 

"Want another one inside you, pet?" I asked darkly, looking into his golden eyes. 

"Y-yes, please." He whimpered. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Master." He added quickly. 

"You're such a fucking slut." I muttered, pulling my finger out of him. I brought my first two fingers to his entrance and roughly pushed them in together. Jacob cried out, his hands fisting, his feet flexing. He couldn't jerk away from my fingers, couldn't get me out of his channel, he just had to take it. That was the way I liked it. 

I scissored my fingers inside of him, stretching him as far as my fingers would allow. He was actually opening up pretty easily for me, it wasn't requiring too much work. Still, I needed to find a better way. I needed to find a way where I could fuck him whenever I wanted, without this prep. Hm, maybe I'd have to keep a plug in him. I smirked, thinking about it. It was something to consider. 

It wasn't long before I added a third finger inside him, forcing his anus open. Jacob writhed as much as he could, but didn't object to the intrusion, with the exception of some short, high-pitched whimpers. 

With every pump of my fingers, Jacob's head rolled back and his eyes squeezed shut. Whether it was from pain or pleasure, I didn't know. I didn't care. 

I pulled my fingers from his ass, taking the clamps in my hands. Jacob's eyes widened in horror when he saw them. 

"No, no, please, Alex, they hurt-"

I backhanded him across the face. He quickly looked back at me, choking back a sob. Tears began to spill from his eyes, mixing with my spit, which was still slowly sliding down his cheek. 

"Don't make me punish you again." I warned. How dare he tell me no? How dare he call me by my name? How dare he disobey me? 

"I didn't mean to..." He begged softly. 

Looking at the clamps, I got an idea. I knew how to punish him. My face softened.

"They hurt, baby?" I asked, running the edge of the clothespin clamp against his nipple. He shivered when the cold metal touched him. 

"Y-yes." He sniffled. God, he was so fucking innocent. The innocent ones were always the most fun to destroy. 

"Sweetheart, when my cock is buried in your ass, you won't even notice them. I promise." I said softly, opening one of the clamps. His nipples were already hard, this wouldn't be too bad for him. 

He gasped softly, his eyes squeezing shut, as I closed the clamp on his right nipple. 

"See, it's not so bad, it is, baby?" I cooed, my thumb running slowly over his left nipple. He didn't say anything, just shook his head as if to agree. 

I loved this. Being so tender to him, but hurting him at the same time. It was a sinfully wonderful juxtaposition. 

"Oh," Jacob breathed as I closed the other clamp on delicate pink nipple. The heavy chain connecting the two lay on his chest. I originally intended to just leave it there. Because he was restrained, the chain wouldn't pull on his nipples too much. But he made me angry, so that just wouldn't do anymore. 

I took the chain in my hand, leaning over him. I pressed my lips tenderly to his, kissing him with all the love and passion that I truly felt for him, way down in my soul. Despite those feelings being real, I was merely using that as a distraction. As my brother's lips moved against mine, I brought the chain up to his neck and hooked it onto his collar. 

"Huh?" Jacob whimpered, looking down at the chain. His eyes started to tear up with fear. 

"Mm, you're going to want to be careful with those, baby doll." I said patronizingly, patting him on the head. 

I moved back to my place between his knees. I took the bottle of lube in my hand again, squirting a good amount onto my prick. I stroked myself, spreading the lube down my length, before pressing my dick against my brother's small hole. 

I gripped his hip with one hand, before pushing myself inside of him. My brother cried out loudly, trying, but failing, to remain immobile. His head tilted backwards slightly, making the clamps tug at his nipples.

I was only a couple inches inside of him. His hole was constricting wonderfully around my engorged member, massaging my cock as I tried to push more of my length into him. I fed my brother another inch or so, and he let out another loud moan, as my head rubbed against his prostate. 

"That's it, little Jacob. Moan for me. I want everyone in this fucking castle to know who you belong to." I said, pumping another inch into him. At this point I was only a little over halfway inside of his ass. I was trying to go slowly. I didn't care about hurting him, but I was worried about fucking him too roughly and not being able to use him again for a few days. 

At this point I pulled out of him gingerly, before pushing my prick inside him again. This time I went in about seven inches. Jacob moaned loudly, more loudly than he would've normally. He was uninhibited tonight, our parents were away for the week. 

"Mm, pet, you want your brother's cock inside of you?" I teased him, pulling completely out of his ass. 

"Please, please, brother." He whimpered, looking at me. He was craning his neck up, partly so that he could look into my eyes, and partly to avoid tugging on the clamps. 

"Tell me what you want." 

"I want my Master's cock inside of me." He begged. I smirked, grabbing his hips and thrusting completely into him. He cried out, this one was definitely from pain. His ass constricted, his thighs shook slightly and his body writhed away. His head flew back and he groaned as the clamps pulled his small pink nipples. 

I worked slowly, forcing my entire length in and out of his clenching hole. Jacob exhaled shakily, his hands opening and closing and he pulled against the restraints. I gently stroked his hips as I fucked him, staring down contemptuously into his eyes. 

"You're too good to me." Jacob whimpered. 

I gripped his cock. He was fully hard.

"You're such a fucking whore for me, aren't you?" I asked, jerking his length a few times. 

"Yes, yes, I love you, Master. I'll d-do anything f-for you, Master." I smirked. Good answer.

"Say thank you." I ordered, thrusting into him at a moderate pace. I wanted to draw this out. 

"Thank you Master, thank you for giving me your cock." 

His hands clenched together, his nails dug into his palm, creating small red crescents. His toes curled while I screwed him, pumping him full of my prick. Again and again I buried myself to the hilt inside his tight asshole, using him like a little fuck-toy. 

"M-master, please, please will you untie my hands? Please, let me touch you." His eyes were roaming over my body. I had only allowed him to see me naked a few times, and certainly he was never allowed to touch me. I needed to maintain my dominance over him. 

"What makes you think I'll let you touch me? You're a worthless fucking whore. Nothing more." I said harshly, gripping his hair with my hand, while I continued to abuse his hole.

"Don't you love me?" He begged. I snarled.

"No." I lied. "You're a worthless whore. Say it. I want everyone in the castle to know it." 

Jacob looked at me, with tears in his eyes. His face was pink, sweat ran down his forehead. Our spit mingled on his cheek and chin. God, he was beautiful. The most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. 

"I'm a w-worthless w-whore." He said sadly, his breath catching each time I filled him with my prick. 

"Louder." I commanded, my grip on his hair tightening. I tilted his head back slightly, and he gasped when he felt the chain tug on his nipples once more.




My Brother, My Slave Pt. 02



"I'm a worthless whore." He said, more loudly this time, but the cry wouldn't reach past the corridor. My rage was further spurning me on, and the pace of my thrusting became rapid and reckless. 

"Louder!" I snarled, fucking him without abandon. 

"I'm a worthless whore! I'm a worthless whore!" He screamed, his voice going raw. His body was fighting against the ropes, as he writhed against the bed. 

"And who do you belong to?" I demanded, slamming his ass brutally with my cock. 

"You!" 

"What's my fucking name?" 

I was getting close now, both of us were. Our breathing was laboured, we were both teetering right on the edge. He better not fucking cum before me, he knows the rules. 

"Prince Alexander, Prince Alexander- Oh! Oh, God!" 

I don't know what caused me to do it, but I took pity on him. He came hard, and I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, holding it up while he came. His body jerked, but it only made the chain tug slightly on his nipples. His hands fisted, his toes curled. His body writhed against the restraints as his orgasm tore through him. His thick load shot up onto his own chest in white ropes. 

"You fucking useless slut." I groaned, quickly unclipping the chain from his collar. I grabbed his hips with both of my hands and fucked him hard and fast. I rammed my length rapidly in and out of him, as my own orgasm approached. 

I came with a deep, guttural moan. I didn't bother pulling out of him, just let my load coat the walls of his ass. I pumped him full of my seed, looking into his teary golden eyes as I came. 

I came down slowly. I was panting as I pulled out of his ass. I watched with satisfaction as my spunk slowly seeped from his hole, onto the beautiful white satin sheets. 

I slipped from the bed and walked to where his head was. 

"Taste your ass." I said gently, turning his face towards me. I inched closer, so he could envelope my head in his mouth. While he sucked I moved my hands to his chest. 

I slowly unclasped the clamps, one by one. Jacob whimpered with pain, sending vibrations up around my dick. When I was done with the clamps, I let them slip from my fingers and fall to the floor with a quiet clink. My hand tangled in his soft hair. 

Finally, I pulled out of his mouth and looked down at him. 

"My love, would you please untie me now?" Jacob asked quietly. 

"I won't be untying you. You broke a rule. You aren't allowed to orgasm first. You know that." I said simply, walking away from the bed. I bent over, picking up my underwear and trousers. 

"But, you won't just leave me here? Please, you, you can't! Please, Alexander!" He begged. I pulled on my boxers, and my pants without even acknowledging his cries.

"Please, my love, please don't leave me here like this! I didn't mean to disobey you! I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it! Please my love!" 

"Goodnight, my brother." I said softly, walking out of the door. I shut it behind me. 

There was a servant standing in the hallway, sweeping the floor, apparently listening to what was going on in the room. I walked up to him. 

"If anyone unties him, it'll be your neck. Understand?" I said smoothly. His eyes widened in fear, and he nodded. 

"Yes, your highness." 

I walked down to my bedroom, listening to my brother's hysteric cries echoing down the corridor.



My Brother, My Slave Pt. 03



A/N: This story/series will contain gay sex, gay incest, vampires, bdsm, bondage, and some non-con/reluctance. Don't like, don't read.

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It was nearly sunset when I went to visit my brother again. 

The servant that I'd come across must've been guarding the room, because my brother was still securely fastened to the bedframe. 

Jacob looked relieved and terrified to see me. I smirked at him. 

"Hello, my brother." I said, pulling back the sheer white curtain on his bed. I sat next to him, petting his soft blonde hair. 

I couldn't imagine how uncomfortable he was. He hadn't fed. He hadn't been able to go to the washroom. He certainly hadn't been able to clean my dried cum from his ass, or his dried spunk from his chest. He was a mess. A wonderfully beautiful mess. 

"My love, please, please untie me. I need to pee, please, please untie me." 

I contemplated just leaving him there, making him piss himself. It wasn't the act itself that turned me on, but rather, the look that he would most assuredly have on his face afterwards. He'd be humiliated. 

But we had the rest of the night for his punishment. There were other, better ways. I untied him quickly, and he desperately pecked my lips before running from the room. I stretched out on the white satin sheets and waited for him. 

"Thank you, Alexander." He said breathlessly, climbing onto the bed next to me. Jacob didn't put any clothes on, so he was naked, save for the leather collar that was still secured tightly around his neck. He leaned over me and pressed his lips tenderly to mine. 

"Brother, you will address me as Master for the rest of the night." I said when he pulled away. His brows furrowed in confusion, his bottom lip jutted out slightly. 

"Why, Master?" His hand trailed to my cheek, and he stroked it gently. 

"You were disobedient last night. You need to be punished." I said simply, sitting up and pulling away from his hands. I rose from the bed nonchalantly.

"B-but, you left me tied up all day! Wasn't that my punishment?" He sputtered, his chest heaving. I chuckled darkly.

"No. And you're only making things worse for yourself by arguing with me." 

His cheeks flushed and he looked down at the floor. He looked so small, so weak. Jacob is only 5'5", so he's small to begin with, but when he gets embarrassed and caves in on himself, he looks almost like a child. 

"I'm sorry, Master. What would you like me to do for you?" He asked, meeting my eyes once more. His voice was soft, both quiet and earnest. 

"Obey me and don't ask questions." 

"I can do that, Master." He said, slipping from the bed to stand in front of me. I smiled at him, before wrapping my arms around him. I didn't pull him close though, he still needed to clean himself off and I was wearing a suit. I didn't want him getting it dirty. I leaned down and pressed a few warm kisses to his neck. My hand moved up to his collar and I unclipped it, letting it drop to the floor. 

"Follow me to the shower." 

His eyes lit up with excitement. We'd never showed together- we wouldn't now, but he didn't know that. 

His bathroom was large, it was larger than most people's bedrooms. The bathroom matched his room, it was mostly white, with a few feminine features. It was nothing at all like mine. 

The shower was the best part of the bathroom. The walls of it were clear glass, and it was large. Large enough to fit four comfortably- not that my brother would ever take advantage of that feature. There wasn't a door to the shower, there was just an opening in the walls. The shower head was on the opposite side, and the water from it didn't spill out. 

"Clean yourself off well, pet." I said, handing him a washcloth. He smiled at me, and walked into to the shower. When I didn't follow he gave me a questioning look. 

"Aren't you coming in too?" He asked self-consciously. 

"No, I'm going to watch." I said, standing in the entrance to the shower. 

"But I thought-"

"You are to obey and not ask questions. Are you capable of this, or aren't you?" I demanded. Jacob blushed and looked down again. 

"I'm sorry, Master." 

"Turn the water on and begin cleaning yourself." I ordered. 

Jacob nodded and turned away from me. He turned the water on, his skin breaking out in goose bumps as it ran across him. The water heated up quickly though, and he soon relaxed into the stream. He grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed it against the washcloth quickly, before placing it back on the shelf. 

I took in his body. His wrists and ankles had light purple bruises on them from the ropes. His ass was bruised too. He had small, shallow cuts on his hips from where my nails had dug in. But his wounds weren't really what I was noticing. 

His small, pale body was perfectly defined. His ass was firm and round. His legs were toned and hairless. He had small dimples just above his bottom. My eyes followed the curve of his spine, up his back, to his delicious neck. He had tilted his head back, feeling the warmth of the water on his face. I licked my lips, my cock stiffened in my pants. 

"Turn to face me." I said. 

Jacob was blushing profusely, his face was almost entirely pink. My eyes were glued to his body. 

He's beautiful, he really is. Jacob's body was toned, but he wasn't muscular. He had the delectable V lines leading from his stomach down to his groin. He was hairless, which I loved. His cock was semi-erect. 

"Am I pleasing?" He asked shyly, noticing my stare. 

"You're acceptable." I said, "No more questions." 

He nodded and continued cleaning himself. He ran the washcloth up his stomach, wiping off his dried cum. Then he moved the cloth to his ass, getting rid of my dried cum there. Every once in a while he'd meet my gaze, before quickly looking down to the shower floor again. 

He bent over, wiping down his leg. I smirked. 

"Bend over the other way." I said. He looked up, biting his lip. He turned again slowly, so his back was to me once more. He bent over, giving me a perfect view of his ass. My cock throbbed and I began rubbing myself over my pants. 

"Spread your cheeks for me." 

Jacob dropped the cloth and reluctantly spread his ass open for me. His tight pink knot looked delicious. 

"Play with yourself, pet." 

"Huh?" He abruptly stood to look at me. I smirked. 

"Play with yourself." I said again. He chewed his lip anxiously, looking down at the shower floor. 

"But-"

"I wasn't asking!" I growled. His eyebrows raised in fear, before he bowed his head submissively. 

"I'm sorry, Master." He said quietly. 

Jacob took his cock in his hand and began slowly stroking himself. He'd glance up at me anxiously every few seconds before looking back down to the floor. 

He moved at an agonizingly slow pace, and I watched him intently. His cock hardened quickly, and I licked my lips. I massaged myself over my trousers, watching his anxious strokes. 

"That's better." I said, "Pleasure yourself." 

Jacob's eyes fluttered closed as he worked. His hand increased speed slightly. 

"May I touch myself?" He asked. I chuckled. 

"Yes." 

His free hand immediately moved to his right nipple. He tugged on it gently, letting out a soft whimper. The speed of his hand increased further, and his breath hitched slightly. 

Jacob's so fucking sexy. There was a large part of me that wanted to just climb into the shower next to him and fuck him senseless. But I had a lot more in store for him tonight then a rough fuck in the shower. I could hold out. 

"M-Master..." Jacob moaned softly. I smirked. He wasn't going to last long, not with me watching him like this. 

"Please, can I cum, Master?" Jacob whimpered. 

"You're going to cum already, pet? You only just started playing with yourself." I said with a chuckle. Jacob's eyes met mine. He looked so desperate. 

"Please, I hardly slept at all yesterday. I've been thinking about you for hours." He explained, panting slightly. 

"You were thinking about me?" I smirked, raising my eyebrow.

"I only think about you." Jacob answered honestly. I could see his body beginning to tense, his toes were already curling against the shower floor.

"Cum for me." 

Jacob gasped loudly, his body shuddering under the warm water. He threw his head back, letting out a high-pitched moan. His spunk shot in streaks onto the tile floor of the shower, before it was quickly washed away by the water. His body twitched slightly as he came down from his climax. That was his first orgasm of the night, it wasn't close to his last though. I am way too good to him. 

Jacob opened his eyes slowly to look at me. He was awaiting his next instruction. 

"Come, dry off." I said simply. He nodded, turning the shower off eagerly. 

I held the towel out for him. I wrapped it around his shoulders, running it over his skin, wiping away the warm water. 

"Tell me brother, when you fantasize about me, what do you imagine me doing?" I asked with a smirk. Jacob relaxed against me. 

"It's embarrassing." He murmured. I dried off his chest quickly, moving the towel down to his legs. 

"Tell me." My voice was firm but not loud. 

"I imagine that we're making love." He said so softly it was hardly a whisper. My eyebrows furrowed together. I knew what he meant when he said that. He wanted it slow and gentle. I wasn't cut out for that sort of thing. I didn't respond. 

"What would you like of me now, Master?" Jacob asked. I moved the towel to his hair and dried it as best as I could. When I was finished I dropped the towel to the floor, and wrapped my arms around his small waist. 

"I want you to go to my room. Take the collar from the bedside table, and a leash, and bring them back to your bed. I'll be waiting there." 

"Should I get dressed first?" Jacob asked, looking up into my eyes. 

"No. Let the servants see." My hand trailed down his back, to his ass I gripped his cheek to make my point. Jacob blushed again before nodding. I released him and he headed out of the room. 

I looked out the window. It was probably close to ten o'clock. That was perfectly fine, it shouldn't take us more than an hour to get ready. 

I went to Jacob's closet and selected a large butt plug, a cane, and two pairs of padded restraints, one for his wrists, the other for his ankles. 

I walked to Jacob's bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube. Then I set the items down on his bed and waited for him to return. 

Jacob came crawling back in on his hands and knees. He was carrying the collar and leash in his mouth. He sat on his knees at my feet, resting his hands between his legs.

"Good boy." I said, petting the top of his head. I leaned down, taking the items from his mouth. I put the leash on the bed, we wouldn't need it right away. My fingers danced across the cool leather, as I secured the collar around his neck. The tips of my fingers traced the gold letters on his nametag.

Alexander's

"Do you know why this collar is my favourite?" I asked, standing. 

"Why, Master?" 

"Because everyone who sees you will know exactly who you belong to." I said with a smirk. "Come up here."

"Everyone, Master?" Jacob asked as he climbed onto the bed. 

"We're having some guests over tonight. But that isn't important right now, pet." 

Jacob repositioned himself on the bed. He rested on his hands and knees, with his ass towards me. I took his feet in my hands, and pulled them together. I grabbed the restraints, quickly locking them around his ankles. 

"There are some extra rules you must follow tonight for when the guests arrive." I began, running my hand down his thigh. 

"Alexander who's co-"

"You are not to address me by that name!" I growled, immediately reaching for the cane. That was a simple rule, if he could not follow that...

"Master, mercy, please, I forgot!" He said quickly. 

"You are not to forget." I said, bringing the cane down on his ass. He shrieked, his body jerked away from me, his hands fisted. 

"Please, I'm sorry." He whimpered.

"Call me Alexander again and your punishment will be ten times worse." I warned. Jacob sucked in a deep breath, nodding his head. There was already a bright pink streak on his bottom. 

I grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a decent amount onto my fingers, and spread more down the crack of his ass. 

"When the guests arrive you are to follow my instructions exactly. Do you understand?" I asked. I placed my index finger at his asshole, and slowly circled his knot. 

"Yes Master." 

I pushed my finger into his warmth. Jacob clenched around me, but didn't jerk away. 

"Relax." I said calmly. Jacob sucked in a deep breath and I pushed my finger further inside of him. 

"There will be a good number of people here tonight," I felt the almond-shaped nub inside his hole, and I stroked it deliberately. Jacob moaned immediately, arching his ass up towards me. "You are not to finish until everyone else has- including me." 

Jacob rested his forehead onto his balled fists, while I continued to massage his prostate. He let out a high-pitched whimper with every stroke. Finally, I pulled my finger out of his ass and he let out a groan of reluctance. 

"This is something you've been incapable of in the past." I continued. I brought two fingers to his hole and slowly pushed them in together. Jacob winced, his toes curled at the slight pain, but he offered no resistance. 

"Do you think yourself capable of it now?" 

"M-Master, I'll obey." He moaned, as I pumped his ass steadily. This was pleasurable for him. I was being far too nice. 

"There are two things you must remember tonight to avoid any further punishment." 

I scissored my fingers inside his ass, opening him up as much as I could. Jacob's breath was quickly becoming laboured. He was trying to control himself, and not get overexcited. It didn't matter. I'd allow him to cum again before the guests arrived.

"What, Master? I'll do anything you ask of me." Jacob said. 

"The first thing is," I pulled my fingers from his ass, and quickly spread more lube onto them. This time, I pushed three fingers into him. "you must remember your manners." 

As I said this, I massaged his prostate again. He moaned loudly, arching his back once more.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you for giving me pleasure." Jacob whimpered. I smirked. 

"Good boy." 

His ass was steadily opening up for me. I pumped into him quickly, pushing him closer to the edge. He'd cum soon. 

"What's-" He broke off to gasp as I rubbed his prostate again, "w-what's the other thing, Master?" 

"You must remember that you are here for our pleasure. You are the lowest on the food chain. You're a worthless whore, and you're lucky that we're spending our time on you." 

Jacob was twitching and whimpering as I spoke. I didn't even know if he registered anything I was saying. 

"Repeat that, Jacob." I stopped moving inside of him. 

"I'm a worthless whore for your pleasure." Jacob said quickly. I was surprised. 

"Good boy." 

I began pumping him again, filling his ass with my first three fingers. I knew he was getting close, and I wanted to make sure he'd remember his place. 

"Master, Master, please may I cum?" He begged. 

"Not yet." 

Jacob bowed his head submissively. He bit his thumb to keep from crying out. His legs shook beneath him as he tried to hold back. His toes curled, his feet flexed. His moans became louder and more frantic with each passing second, despite the fact he was trying to silence them. 

I smirked. One. Two. Three. And on and on. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty.

"Cum for me." 

Jacob came instantly. He cried out, his body jerked pathetically against the bed, against my hand. His jizz shot out onto the blankets. I watched the pool form. 

"That's a lot of cum, Jacob." I said, "Especially since I've let you cum once already." 

Jacob was panting softly as he came down from his high. I kept my fingers inside of him. 

"Thank you, Master. Thank you." He breathed. I chuckled darkly. I wiggled my fingers inside of him and he gasped. 

"We're not finished yet." I pulled my fingers out of his ass, and grabbed the butt plug. I spread a heavy amount of lube onto the toy, before placing it at his entrance. 

"Try to relax." I said, before slowly pushing it inside of him. Jacob whimpered, burying his face in his hands once more. 

I pushed the plug gently in and out of him, fucking him with it. Jacob sighed shakily, taking it without complaint. In, hold, out, in, hold. I worked him slowly, massaging his prostate with every pump of the toy. Jacob wasn't offering up much fight, which was good. We didn't have much time left. I still wanted to make him cum again though. He was an immortal being, a vampire. He could handle another one. 

"Mm, that's it pet. Take it." I murmured. It wasn't a huge plug, and after stretching him out with my fingers it didn't take long to get it all the way inside of him. But, by the time it was fully inside of him, Jacob was hard again. 

I left the plug inside him, and moved my hand between his thighs. I took his dick in my hand and stroked him slowly. He quivered at my touch. 

"There's one thing more, Jacob, that you must remember." I began jerking his prick faster. 

"W-what's that, Master?" Jacob asked against his fist. 

"I own you." It came out as a snarl. 

Jacob moaned loudly, his body began twitching uncontrollably. 

"Master, may I-"

"Cum for me." I demanded. 

My brother shuddered as his third orgasm hit. I pumped his dick rapidly, desperate not to leave a single drop of seed left. By the time his orgasm was over, he was covered in a thin layer of sweat and his breathing was ragged.

I patted his butt gently.

"There, that should hold you." I said, chuckling. 

I walked around to the other side of the bed, where his head was. He looked up at me, his face was red, he was still panting. 

"I can't believe you came three times in less than two hours. You really are a whore, aren't you?" I asked, crouching down so we were eyelevel.

"Yes, Master, I'm a whore." He croaked. A smile spread across my lips. 

"My whore." I said quietly, taking his face in my hands. 

"Always." He murmured. I leaned in to kiss him, but was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. I stood abruptly.

"Yes?" 

The door opened and one of the servants stood in the frame. The curtains on Jacob's bed were drawn back, giving me a good view of the worker, and the worker a great view of Jacob's ass. 

"Your highness, guests are starting to arrive." He said. 

"Excellent. Take them to the front room. In fifteen minutes, direct them to the conservatory." 

"Yes, your majesty." He bowed his head and left quickly, shutting the door behind him. 

I leaned down in front of Jacob once more. 

"This will be the last time tonight that we kiss." I said, taking his face in my hands once more. 

Jacob nodded his understanding, before shutting his eyes. I pressed my lips softly against his. I pulled his lower lip in mine, sucking his tender skin. His tongue met mine and they danced together sinfully. It was a few seconds before I managed to pull away. My mouth moved to his cheek, then his temple, pressing warm kisses to his sweaty skin. God, I love him. 

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, I could feel his veins pulsing beneath his skin. My fangs started to extend, but I held them back, and reluctantly pulled away from my little brother. 

"You can feed Master, I drank enough." Jacob said softly. I gave him a small smile. 

"I wouldn't want you weak for our guests. Come now, brother, we must set up for their arrival."



My Brother, My Slave Pt. 04



A/N: This story contains gay sex, incest, BDSM, reluctance/non-con, vampires (and as such there will be references to blood) and some chapters will contain group sex. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, don't read on.



Jacob slid from the bed and waited on his hands and knees. I attached the leather leash to his collar quickly. I held the cane and wrist restraints firmly in my other hand, and led him from his room. 

Jacob crawled behind me obediently, remaining silent as he should. We walked down the large staircase, past the dining room, past the front room and into the conservatory. 

It was a grand room, perfect for tonight. The walls were made of glass and the stars of the night shone brightly down on us. Trees surrounded our castle, so we were secluded. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lighting the rest of the room. It truly was beautiful at night, but it was a vampire's worst nightmare in the day. The room had been emptied, save for a few large couches, and some side tables. On the tables were glasses of blood for our guests as well as a few black permanent markers. 

I took one of the glasses and downed it quickly. Jacob watched me, and licked his lips. 

"Are you thirsty, Jacob?" I asked. He shook his head. 

"What do you want then?" I asked. Jacob's gaze traveled down my body, and his eyes rested on the large lump that had formed beneath my trousers. I smirked, setting the empty glass onto the table. 

Jacob was resting on his knees, his hands were resting on his thighs. I sauntered towards him, and stood in front of him. 

"You want my cock Jacob?" I asked, curling my fingers in his hair. I brought his face to my crotch and rubbed my erection against him. 

"Yes Master." It came out muffled against my trousers. I chuckled. 

"Maybe later, if you please us." I said, releasing his face. His bottom lip jutted out slightly and I smirked. He's such a whore.

I moved behind him, pulling his arms behind his back. I quickly locked the padded restraints around his wrists, then clipped them to the shackles on his ankles. The two pairs of restraints created an "X" against his backside when I clipped them together. Jacob squirmed slightly. 

"Brother, I think our guests will be pleased with you." I said standing. I held the cane in my hand. I slowly ran it down his chest, down his torso and finally, down his thigh. 

"But if they aren't..." I pulled the cane back, as if to strike. My brother jolted slightly, and I chuckled darkly. 

"You will be obedient, won't you, Jacob?"

"Yes, Master." He answered, meeting my golden eyes. I smirked at him. 

"Good boy." I said. 

The French doors to the conservatory opened with a loud groan, and I turned to watch my guests fill the room. 

There were dozens of vampires. All male, all of indeterminable age. I knew that the youngest one was in his twenties, the eldest was over 500. All the men looked as though they were in their thirties or just slightly younger, but Jacob was by far the youngest. I glanced at him. 

His eyes were wide in shock and horror. Whatever he'd been expecting, it clearly wasn't this. There were a lot of vampires here. Jacob's cheeks burned bright pink and he chewed his lip anxiously.

"Friends, please make yourselves comfortable," I began when all of the men had filled the room. "It is with great pride that I offer for your entertainment, my brother, Jacob." 

Around the room there were nods and claps of approval as the vampires surveyed my slave. I smirked, walking behind him. 

"His mouth and face are yours to enjoy," I said, gripping his hair and pulling his face upwards. "But remember, his ass is mine." 

Most of the men chuckled at this, a few frowned. 

"Now, who would like to go first?" 

At this there was a scramble. About ten men immediately circled around my brother, each fighting to get directly in front of his face so they could fill his mouth. 

Lorcan was the first to enjoy my brother's mouth. He was a tall, raven-haired vampire, who looked about twenty-five but was actually nearly 200. He pulled his cock from his pants, and positioned it at Jacob's lips. 

Jacob looked cautiously up at me, unsure of what to do. 

I gripped my brother's hair, and pushed his face towards Lorcan's semi-erect cock. 

"Suck it, brother." I ordered. At this, Jacob opened his mouth, allowing Lorcan inside of him. 

Lorcan smirked at me, pumping my brother's face rapidly. Jacob groaned as Lorcan's dick hit the back of his throat. Jacob seemed slightly reluctant to work, and kept his head still as Lorcan fucked his mouth. Jacob's body writhed as Lorcan buried his entire cock down his throat and held it there. My brother gagged, his body wretched. Finally, the cock was pulled from his mouth, and my brother sucked in air, while spit ran down his chin. 

"Who else wants to fuck this whore's mouth?" Lorcan asked, smirking arrogantly. He was pushed aside by another vampire, who eagerly shoved his cock into my brother's awaiting mouth. 

"Why do I have to do all the work?" The new vampire, Charles, asked with a grin. My brother looked up at me, with Charles' dick buried deep in his mouth. 

"Suck his cock, brother." I demanded, pushing his face further down onto the dick. Charles laughed, as Jacob desperately tried to bob his head on the prick. 

"That's better, slut. Show me how much you want my cock." Charles moaned. 

I watched as my brother took cock after cock down his throat. My own dick was practically throbbing, watching my whore brother devour these stranger's pricks. He wasn't doing it for himself, he was doing it for me, because I liked it. That turned me on even more. 

I looked around the room. There were a handful of vampires- maybe ten- surrounding my brother, each with their cocks out, waiting for their chance to fuck his face. The rest were sitting on the couches, watching with smirks and grins of satisfaction. Some rubbed their own members through their pants. Some drank blood. But every single one of them had their eyes fixed on Jacob, my perfect little slut. 

"Damn, your brother sure knows how to suck cock." Lorcan said, as he moved to stand next to me. He handed me a glass of blood and had one for himself. I bowed my head slightly in thanks before taking a sip.

"I know. He picked up the skill rather quickly." I said with a smile. Lorcan nodded. 

"I can see that, how old is he?" 

"Almost 6 years younger than me, 18." I responded. Lorcan nodded and we both watched my brother for a few moments. He was taking a dick, it was about 6" long, all the way to the hilt. Spit ran down his chin and onto his bare chest as he worked. 

"How much would it cost to rent him for a few nights?" Lorcan asked. I barked out a short laugh.

"I don't share." I said. 

"What would you call this then, your Highness?" Lorcan queried. I pondered for a moment. 

"Foreplay." I said, smirking. Lorcan laughed. 

"Fair enough." 

I left Lorcan's side and moved behind my brother again. I unclipped the restraints on his wrists. 

"Thank you, Master." Jacob panted when the vampire left his mouth. 

"Put them to good use, pet." I ordered. Jacob reached his hands out and they were instantly filled with eager cocks, waiting to be serviced. His mouth was filled promptly too. 

I rose again, watching the glorious display. My brother had a few stray tears running down his cheeks, and spit running down his chin. The noises he was making- the gagging, slurping, sucking, noises- were heavenly to listen to. 

Suddenly the man in his mouth let out a loud groan. He gripped my brother's hair and pumped deliberately into his mouth a few times, shooting his load down my brother's throat. Finally he pulled out and tucked his dick back into his pants. 

Jacob gagged, spitting the man's cum onto the floor. I growled, pulling back Jacob's hair roughly, before a new cock could enter his mouth. 

"When someone cums in your mouth you swallow it. Understand?" I snarled. Jacob was panting. 

"I'm sorry, Master." Jacob breathed. 

"Don't apologize to me." I said, turning his face to look at the man. I held his hair with one hand, and the cane in the other. 

I brought the cane down hard on his ass and my brother shrieked with pain. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" My brother cried, tears flowing from his eyes. I brought the cane down hard on him again. Again, he screamed, his body jerking away from me. The men around me chuckled, delighting in his punishment. 

I released his hair, pushing him forward.

"Someone put a cock in this worthless whore's mouth." I said contemptuously. My brother's hands and mouth were filled again. 

The vampires treated him like he was worthless, too. He was just a hole to be fucked, a slut to be abused. And my brother played the role well. He looked eager, eager to take all the cocks, make them all cum. It was all for me. To please me, to earn my respct or admiration, or quite possibly my love. He didn't need to earn anything, but I was content not to tell him. This was just too much fun. And besides, if anyone ever got the idea that I loved him, this was good evidence to prove otherwise.

The vampire inside my brother's mouth pulled out and held my brother's hair. He stroked his length rapidly, before letting out a loud moan and shooting his seed all over my brother's left cheek. Jacob's face scrunched up and he closed his eyes as the man came on his face. 

"What do we say, Jacob?" I growled, running the cane gently across his back. He shuddered. 

"Thank you, thank you for your load." Jacob said quickly, his chest heaving. Another cock filled his mouth. 

"Good boy." 

Jacob stroked the dicks in his hands quickly, while his head bobbed up and down on the large cock filling his mouth. 

"What do you want from these men, Jacob?" I asked. The man in his mouth pulled out to let him answer.

"I want them to treat me like a whore. Please, please, cum on my face." Jacob begged, his voice desperate and high in pitch. I laughed. 

One of the vampires, Klay, grabbed one of the markers from the table and leaned behind my brother. He scribbled something on my brother's hip and I leaned to the side to look at it. 

Whore

I looked at Klay and he winked at me. 

"Suitable." I said, nodding towards him. 

More men crowded around my brother. They were getting restless. Some began slapping his cheeks and head with their cocks, two of them took turns in his mouth. 

"Fuck!" Lorcan moaned, gripping my brother's hair and pulling his face over. A dick was still pumping in my brother's mouth as Lorcan exploded on my brother's forehead. 

"Thank you, sir." My brother breathed quickly as soon as the cock in his mouth left. I smiled. He was catching on. 

The men were getting more and more aroused as they watched my brother's face get slowly covered with spunk. It seemed as soon as one finished, another was ready to shoot his load onto my brother's face, or into my brother's mouth. 

I massaged myself over my trousers, trying to remain in control as I watched a third vampire shoot his load into my brother's hair. A fourth came on my brother's shoulder. A fifth on my brother's cheek. 

More and more men took turns with the marker, writing hateful words along my brother's perfect body, covering him with ink. 

Slut, Bitch, Cum-Dumpster, Worthless, Human

"My pet needs more jizz on his face, who wants to give it to him?" I asked, beaming evilly when more men from the couches joined the circle, eager to take part in my brother's humiliation. 

Number six erupted inside my brother's mouth. This time my brother swallowed obediently. Seven added more cum to his forehead, where it slid down his face, coating his eyelid. Eight aimed for his right eye, which was luckily already squeezed shut. Nine's load shot at my brother's left cheek in thick streaks. My brother's face was covered in jizz by the time number ten exploded onto his blonde hair. 

We weren't even halfway done yet. But I couldn't wait much longer. I needed to be inside Jacob. And as for Jacob, his cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum, he needed me to be inside him too. 

I moved behind him, resting my hand on his back and gently pushing him forward. He released the cocks he was stroking, and the dick in his mouth pulled out. Jacob braced himself, pressing his hands firmly against the expensive marble floors, presenting his ass to me. Some men around me hooted, seeing the end of the butt plug inside his ass. 

"Yes, please Master, please take me." Jacob whined. The vampires around me chuckled, and I gave his ass a hard slap. He yelped loudly, but didn't pull away. 

"Your brother's such a fucking whore." Nathan said, grinning as he pushed his cock back into my brother's mouth. I laughed with him. 

The men moved around my brother, some standing, some on their knees. One let out a deep, guttural moan, cumming on my brother's back in heavy ropes. At this, Nathan came, shooting deep into my brother's mouth. 

"How many men have finished, Jacob?" I asked. I was on my knees behind him, holding the cane threateningly in my hand, not that he could see it. 

"I-I don't know, Master." Jacob stuttered, bowing his head. 

"Guess." I ordered. The men around me smirked, awaiting the punishment that would surely come. My brother already had three pink streaks on his ass. They would most definitely bruise. 

"Fifteen?" Jacob guessed cautiously. 

"That's wrong." I said.

"No! Please-"

I brought the cane down hard on his ass. He cried out, his body arching as the pain shot through him once again. I hit him again, this time on his thighs. I planned on hitting him again, since he was off by three, but as I prepared to strike, a vampire in front of him came, releasing his seed onto my brother's cum-covered face. 

I chuckled, running my hand tenderly over my brother's ass. The last hit, the one on his thigh, had already formed a welt. 

"Master, I'm sorry. It's thirteen now." Jacob winced. I patted his ass gently. 

"That's right, pet." 

Another man moved to his mouth. 

I moved my hand to the plug, and gripped the end of it. I gingerly pulled it from my brother's ass. He moaned loudly around the anonymous cock as I took it completely out of him. I beamed, looking into my brother's beautiful gaping ass. 

"Lube." I ordered, holding out my hand. Someone handed me a small bottle and I quickly took my dick out of my pants. 

"You want your big brother's dick in your ass?" I asked Jacob. He moaned loudly and nodded his head. The man that was fucking his mouth laughed. 

I spread a heavy amount of lube onto my cock and stroked myself a few times to spread it down the length. I pressed the tip against my brother's open asshole, before pushing roughly inside of him. He groaned, his body jerked, but then he settled quickly. He was trying to stay as still as he could. 

I pushed the first few inches in without much of a struggle. But after I got about halfway in, I had to pull out of him and push in again. Push in, hold, pull out, push in, hold, pull out. I went at a moderate pace, not too fast to cause serious discomfort, but not so slow that people could accuse me of being gentle either. 

Finally, after a few minutes, -and four more anonymous orgasms- all nine inches of my cock were buried in my little brother's tight ass. 

"Is his ass nice and tight, Prince Alexander?" I grinned, looking up at the vampire. 

"Fuck yes." I responded, thrusting quickly into my brother's clenching hole. Jacob was moaning uncontrollably now, it was nearly impossible for him to keep a dick in his mouth. 

"Someone pass me a marker." I said, as I fucked my brother mercilessly. I was handed one swiftly. I bit the cap off, and brought the marker down to his bruised ass. In my formal cursive, I marked him. 

Mine

Then I signed my initials underneath it. 

"Oh, Master, please, may I cum?" Jacob whined, his legs beginning to shake beneath him. He was exhausted. 

"What do you think, boys, should I let him cum?" I asked. A chorus of "No" was the response. 

"You heard them Jacob, hold it." 

Jacob groaned, sinking down to his elbows. The cum on his face dripped onto the marble floors. 

"Fuck yourself on my cock, Jacob." I said, gripping his hips. He whimpered, rocking back and forth on my dick. God, his ass was tight, it felt so good, even going at this slower speed. 

He was too exhausted to be able to do much. I slapped his bruised ass. 

"God, you're pathetic brother." I said, slamming back into him. He moaned, his toes curling, his ass clenching. 

It wasn't long before the remaining men came. There were two more loads in his mouth, three more to his face, two more to his hair, and four more to his back. By the end of it there was less bare skin then seed. 

"Tell these men what you are, brother." I ordered, pumping into his ass recklessly. 

"I-I'm a worthless w-whore." My brother groaned. 

I came. I held his hips tightly in my hands, fucking him without abandon. My seed coated the inside of his ass, filling him completely. 

"Cum, Jacob." I said breathlessly, still riding out my orgasm. 

Jacob's body shuddered, every inch looked like it was vibrating as his orgasm ripped through his slender frame. His high-pitched moan filled the conservatory. 

When we were both finished, I pulled out of him and he sunk to the ground completely, laying in a puddle of sweat and semen. I tucked my dick back into my pants and rose. 

"Thank you for coming. My brother needed to learn his place." I said, smiling warmly at all the men. They grinned back at me. Some came up and shook my hand, some thanked me, others left without saying a word. Eventually they all cleared out. 

Jacob was panting on the floor. He looked destroyed. 

"Brother." I said quietly, sinking down next to him. 

"Did I please you, Master? Did I make you happy?" He asked tilting his face towards me. 

"You did very well. I'm proud of you" I said, "Come, the sun will be out shortly. I'll bathe you and then put you to bed." 

I picked Jacob up gingerly, carrying him bridal style out of the conservatory. 

"Could I sleep in your room tonight?" Jacob asked, curling up into my chest. 

"You know I like sleeping alone." I said quietly. 

"Mm, okay." He said sadly. 

"I love you, Alexander." Jacob whispered. I swallowed thickly, but didn't say anything. 

In a few short moments, Jacob was fast asleep in my arms.



My Brother, My Slave Pt. 05



A/N: I'm really surprised that I didn't get more hate because of the last chapter I posted. Though I can say that some of you really, really hate Alexander. Out of curiosity, is anyone's favourite character Alexander? 

Anyway, as you probably know by now: this story contains gay sex, incest, BDSM, vampires (therefore, this might not appeal to the squeamish) and other times of rough/degrading/non-con sex that some may deem as offensive. If that's not your bag, don't read on.



I ran my hand slowly down my brother's back, tracing his spine with my cold fingers. He groaned, arching his back down, tilting his head up. When I reached the rope, I grabbed it and pulled. His wrists came together behind him, causing him to cry out with surprise. I smirked, knotting the rope, then continuing to trace down his body. 

Jacob's breath was coming in pants, his body was practically shaking in a beautiful combination of nervousness and arousal. When I reached his feet, I swiftly tied them together. Jacob groaned quietly. 

I walked around to the side of the bed, admiring my work. His pale skin was a delicious contrast to the black sheet. He had a trail of blood sliding slowly down his neck, beneath the black leather collar, and I licked my lips in anticipation. 

"I must say, you look marvelous hog tied, Jacob. I'm starting to think I should leave you like this all the time." I said with a grin. He raised his eyebrows in fear, and tried to object. Whatever he was trying to say was muffled by the ball gag that was forced between his teeth. 

I leaned down in front of him, so my face was level with his. 

"You really impressed me the other night." I said honestly, running my hand through his soft blonde hair. 

"You impressed all the other men too. They all wanted to borrow you." A look of true horror came into his eyes, and I ran my fingers gently down his cheek to cup his chin. 

"You don't need to worry about that, my pet. You're mine," I leaned closer so my lips were nearly touching his ear, "and I don't lend away my things." 

Jacob relaxed at this. I pulled away so I could look into his eyes again. 

"You have been very well behaved. I almost feel like I should reward you. But I've gone through all this effort to tie you up, and you do look so nice. It'd be a shame for my effort to go to waste." His eyes were fixed on me. 

"I don't have to use these things, you know." I said, motioning to the array of whips and canes on the floor beside me. Jacob's eyes lit up.

"I can be gentle. Even when you're vulnerable, even when you're tied up." I breathed. I leaned closer to him again and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He shuddered and his eyes fluttered closed briefly. 

"You've been so good," I said contemplatively. I looked down at myself. I was fully dressed. I had a dark blue vest on and a crisp white shirt and dress pants. I hardly ever let Jacob see me naked. 

"Would you like to watch me undress?" I asked, holding his chin. His eyes widened slightly before he slowly nodded his head. He looked like he was a little nervous, almost like he was afraid if he was too eager I'd back out of it. I wasn't that cruel.

I stood up and backed away from him. I was halfway between the French doors to my bedroom and my bed. 

I slowly, teasingly unbuttoned my vest. His eyes were trained on my fingers. As I slid my vest off, Jacob shuddered slightly in anticipation. My hands moved to my collar. I popped the first two buttons open, when we were interrupted by a knock on the door. 

Jacob looked absolutely defeated. 

"Enter." I said, with an amused grin, turning. Normally I didn't like being interrupted, but it was enjoyable watching Jacob squirm. 

A servant entered and bowed deeply. He didn't even really look at Jacob. At this point, many of the servants were used to seeing him tied up in my bed. 

"Your Highness, Marcus Van Andel is requesting your presence in the conservatory." The man said. I grinned. 

"Has he offered a reason for his unexpected visit?" I asked. 

"No, your Highness. Would you like me to go ask him?" 

"No, no. That's fine. I'll be down momentarily. Thank you." 

The servant bowed again and left, shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. 

I walked swiftly towards Jacob, picking my vest up off the floor. 

"I'll be back soon." I said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He groaned loudly, and protested as I pulled on my vest and headed out the door. 

I headed briskly down the staircase, buttoning up my shirt and vest as I went. I was excited, which didn't happen very often when it came to people other than Jacob. But Marcus was one of my dearest friends. I'd known him since I was quite young, even before Jacob was born. 

When I entered the conservatory he bowed his head to me. 

"Don't." I said, with a smile. 

"My lord." He said with a grin, flourishing his hand and bowing even further. 

"Stop." I said, playfully shoving him. He laughed and we pulled each other into a platonic hug. The two of us were quite close, much like brothers. It wasn't the same sort of love I had for Jacob though. My love for my blood brother was so much deeper. 

"Jacob didn't want to say hello?" Marcus asked, sitting down on one of the couches. I sat on the couch opposite and looked through the glass at the starry sky. 

"He couldn't. He's tied up at the moment." I said.

A servant entered and offered both Marcus and I glasses of blood, which we both accepted. I sipped it casually. I didn't feel a need to act regal in front of Marcus, our relationship was much closer than that. 

"Yes, I heard. You had a little party here a few nights ago. Being your best friend I would've assumed I'd be on the guest list. Apparently not." Marcus glared at me. 

"I thought you were courting Allegra. I didn't think this party would be... to your taste." I said. Marcus took a sip from his glass and frowned. 

"What taste? I have no taste. As long as I'm the one on top, so to speak, the gender is meaningless." He said with a shrug. 

"I'll keep that in mind for the future." I studied Marcus carefully. His black hair was slightly messy, and there was a look of worry in his golden eyes. 

"So, what's the real reason you came here? I know it wasn't just to chastise me for withholding an invitation." 

"Your parents are coming home early." He said. My eyes widened in shock. 

"When will they be here?" 

Marcus looked at his watch. 

"Five minutes." 

I looked at him, aghast. 

"You couldn't have told me earlier?" I asked, hurriedly jumping from the couch. They weren't supposed to be home for a few days. While there wasn't anything I needed to hide from them, I was disappointed to find out they'd be home sooner. I hated them both. 

Marcus followed me as I walked into the entrance to wait for them.

"I only just found out myself." He said. 

"Why are they coming home early?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Bad news. That's all I can say." Marcus breathed. 

"Perfect." I muttered under my breath. I heard the familiar sound of hooves outside the castle door. They were home. Marcus left the room. 

I held my breath. 

The servants opened the large ornate doors for them as they entered. My step-mother was wearing a large green gown with a tight fitting bodice. Her breasts looked like they were going to fall out of the dress at any moment. Her dark hair was up in a bun, adding a harsh, professional element to her look. My father's grey hair was trimmed short, and his eyes were steely. 

"Alexander." My father said, as I bowed to him. The woman remained silent. That was her place. 

"Father." 

"Follow." My father was a man of few words. He was harsh and unloving. He loved only one thing in the world: power. And he'd do anything to get his greedy hands on more of it. We were quite the same in that way. 

I followed both of my parents into the front room. They each sat on two large chairs, so ornate they could almost be considered thrones. I sat opposite them on a couch. 

"The servants tell me that you and your brother have been spending a lot of time together." My father said, eyeing me suspiciously. 

"Which servants have been saying that?" I queried. I'd kill them. 

"Too many of them for you to slay, Alexander." My father metaphorically read my mind. I gritted my teeth. 

"Perhaps that's true. Is there anything wrong with having a plaything?" I tried to seem cavalier about the whole thing. 

"Not at all. There is a problem, however, with you becoming infatuated with your plaything," my father's eyes turned dark, "and if I think for even a moment that you have-"

"I know the punishment, Father. You don't need to worry. Jacob is not essential to my happiness." I lied, matching my father's domineering stare. I didn't show weakness in front of anybody, I certainly wouldn't show it to my father. 

"Good, see it remains that way." 

"Is this the only reason you've cut your trip short?"

"No. It has come to our attention that your birthday is in less than two months." The King said, looking me up and down. 

"Yes. You've never been present for any of my birthdays except the first, so why start now?" 

"You're nearly twenty-five, Alexander!" He shouted. I remained neutral. I thought I knew what he was getting at, but I really hoped I was wrong. 

"You're going to be taking over the throne in less than a month and you haven't chosen a bride yet! You haven't even begun courting anyone. You've not held a single ball, masquerade or gala. You have an image to uphold and a kingdom to expand!" My father's fangs extended menacingly. I tried my hardest not to roll my eyes. 

"I don't see why I need to be married. The woman doesn't help with any of the responsibilities." I said, looking at my step-mother. She twitched her nose and looked away from me. 

"You know why. First, it's tradition. Second, you have an image to uphold. And the third and most important reason is because we need to expand our kingdom. I've explained this to you countless times. I married your mother-"

"So that you could control the vampiric colonies in Germany. I know." My father gave me a reproachful look.

"Don't interrupt me again. Yes. It's the way this works. You'll marry and expand our territory; your son will marry and further expand our territory et cetera, until the Fairfield's have control of the entire population." 

This time, I actually rolled my eyes. My father thought he would actually still be alive by the time this happened? Why did he even care? Besides, even if we ruled the entire clan, then what? We start an uprising and overtake the humans? We already tried that, the vampires went on a rampage and ate most of the population, we starved, a bunch of us died off and the levels returned to normal. 

"Father, I have no interest in marrying. I have no interest in expanding the territory. I will be a good leader, but I will do it without a bride." 

"I'm not asking, Alexander. You will marry. And you will do it by the time you're twenty-five." 

"What?!" I spluttered, standing. By the time I was twenty-five? That was so soon, too soon. Never mind the fact that I don't even know any female nobility, but what about Jacob? I haven't planned where he would go. I haven't trained him for the world outside this castle. And most importantly, I don't want anyone else, I want Jacob. 

"You can't make me marry." I said defiantly. It was true. I was going to become King on my twenty-fifth birthday, whether I took a bride or not. 

My father rose and stood in front of me. 

"Let me be perfectly clear. None of this is optional. If you don't marry by your twenty-fifth birthday, I'm going to kill your plaything." My father's voice was steely. I kept my face void of emotion, though I felt as though the blood had frozen in my veins. 

"He's just a toy. I don't need him." I said. 

"Don't make me call your bluff, Alexander." 

Our gaze met. He won. He knew he won. 

"You're excused." 

I turned on my heel and walked out of the room. 

I was fuming. I was angrier than I could ever remember being. How dare he tell me what to do? How dare he threaten me? I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. The fact that he was actually intimidating me only made me angrier.

He was never a part of my life. He was always away, threatening villages and being your typical egotistic bloodsucker. He thinks he can just walk back in and tell me who I can and cannot love? He thinks he can threaten me, threaten my Jacob?

There wasn't a single person in the world that I hated more than my father. And as much as I hate to admit it, there was no one in the world I was more afraid of. And now he had embarrassed me, and threatened me and there was nothing I could do about it. At least, not yet. 

I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I locked it. 

Jacob looked up at me. My beautiful Jacob. He looked exhausted, but his eyes lit up when he saw that it was me. It's unfortunate for him that I'm not longer in a good mood. 

I walked in front of the bed and he turned his head towards me expectantly. Perhaps he was expecting a kiss or some sort of recognition that I'd actually seen him. I didn't give either to him. 

I grabbed a leather flogger and promptly moved to the other side of the bed. Jacob let out a surprised squeak when he saw what I grabbed and began shifting uncomfortably on the bed- well as much as he could with both his arms and ankles tied back. 

"I'm in a bad mood Jacob." I said, reaching into the bedside table and pulling out a clear bottle of lube. Jacob whimpered quietly. I spread the lube down the crack of his ass and he shivered slightly. 

"I'm going to be rough with you." I concluded, pushing my middle finger into his hole. Jacob moaned quietly at the invasion. He didn't object to me telling him that I was going to be rough. Not that he really could, he did have a ball gag in his mouth. But he didn't pull away or make any noise of complaint. 

There were still bruises all over his body from the other night. The cane had definitely done its job. I ran my free hand over the welt on his thighs and Jacob jolted away. 

"Don't run away from me Jacob." I warned. I was in no mood to play. He whimpered again. 

"You should thank me for the bruises I leave on you. You should thank me for spending my time on you." I said, pushing another finger into him. He moaned softly, his hands fisted behind his back. 

"Does it feel good?" I asked, massaging his channel. 

"Mmmhhh" He moaned against the gag, pushing his ass towards me. I smirked. 

When both of my fingers could move easily inside of him, I spread the lube down my dick. 

"You want your big brother's cock?" I asked, running my hand over his ass. I held my prick firmly with the other and positioned it at his small hole. 

He moaned again, to encourage me to continue. I pushed the head of my cock into his ass. He squealed and again jerked away from me. I growled. 

"You disobeyed me." I said, grabbing the flogger and sending it flying down hard on his ass. He screamed against the gag, arching his body. I know that I should've been easier on him. At the very least I should've built it up, started with smaller whips, less painful instruments. But I didn't have the time or patience for that. I wanted to hear him scream. I wanted to torture him, my little plaything. 

There was something so sexy about it for me. He was so innocent, so pure. Destroying him was exhilarating. He was also so small and fragile, but I couldn't break him. He'd beg for mercy, but I'd keep going, push his limits, and he'd be okay. A little sore, but okay. But I think the sexiest thing out of everything else, was that he always came crawling back. His loyalty was unshakeable. As was my love for him- though I could never verbalize it. He could never know. 

His ass was arched up, and I was on my knees behind him. I wanted more leverage, so I put my leg over his ass, sort of straddling him so I could fuck him deeper and harder. I didn't waste time making sure his ass was adjusted to my length or girth. I pushed my cock all the way inside his young ass. 

He cried out. Even though the ball gag was blocking him from speaking, I could tell that his voice was thick with tears. Had I hurt him this much already? That was fast. 

"You're so fucking pathetic, brother." I groaned, pumping into him quickly. Jacob's body reacted to my every thrust. He would arch his back or lower his head or cry out. I wanted to whip him again, he didn't give me a reason too, but I didn't care. I was fucking pissed. 

I know it's wrong to take my anger at my father out on my little brother, but it's just so easy. And it's so much fun. And honestly, I needed to do this. Not just for myself, but for Jacob too, whether he saw that or not. What would my father think if he heard us making love? No, this needed to happen. 

I brought the flogger down hard on him again. His shriek was loud and high-pitched. The whipping combined with the rough fucking was probably pushing him near his breaking point, both in terms of climaxing and passing out. I wondered which would come first. If he could talk he'd most definitely be begging for mercy now. 

"I bet you'll still cum for me, won't you Jacob?" I asked contemptuously. Jacob groaned his response. I knew he would. He couldn't resist. 

I picked up the speed. My balls were slapping against his ass, my cock was pumping against his prostate. His hands were clenching and unclenching, like he was trying to grab something, anything for support. 

I wondered if anyone could hear him out in the corridor. I hoped they could. I hoped my father could hear what was happening, and how rough I was being with him. How little I care if I hurt him. I needed my father to know that I really didn't care how bruised he ended up, or how long it took him to be able to walk properly again. 

"Fuck, Jacob, I'm going to cum." I breathed, gripping his hips. Jacob bowed his head and rested it against the silky blankets. He came before me, letting out a load moan and shooting his seed onto my sheets. I should've thought of that and prepared better. 

As Jacob's body was twitching as he was coming down from his climax, I was sent over the edge. I groaned quietly, cumming in his small, abused asshole. I made sure that my entire load ended up coating the walls of his ass, before I finally, somewhat reluctantly pulled out of him. 

I was panting softly as I untied the rope. My fingers traced the collar, but I left it on. I reached forward slightly and undid the gag. Jacob whimpered as it fell from his mouth. His jaw must be really sore, I left it in for quite a while. No matter. 

I sunk down on my bed and rested my head against the pillows. Jacob turned and faced me.

"Could I sleep in here, with you?" He asked softly, looking at me with his big golden eyes. He had tears running down his cheek. He looked so adorable. Inside of me I felt this urge to pull him to my chest. I wanted him to fall asleep in my arms, I wanted to wake up with him the next night. 

"Get out." I said firmly. He looked heartbroken. He nodded sadly and climbed off the bed. He shut the door quietly behind him. 

I'm so in love with that boy.



My Brother, My Slave Pt. 06



 Sorry this took so long to get up! My updates should be somewhat more regular now that my schedule has calmed down- thanks for sticking by me. 

As always this series contains gay sex, incest, vampires, BDSM, abuse and blood. This chapter does have a little more blood and abuse than other chapters, so if that offends you, please don't read on. 

*****

"Did my father send you out here to babysit me?" I asked, leaning back in the lavish arm chair. Marcus gave me a small smile.

"Are you going to kill me if I say yes?" Marcus asked, crossing his left leg over his knee. 

"I'm not going to kill you." I said. Marcus barked out a short laugh. He rose and started pacing around the library. 

"You can't kill your father." Marcus replied, leaning against a bookshelf. 

"Not yet." I muttered. Marcus snickered. 

"I know you hate him, but he makes a lot of sense." Marcus said, taking a book off the shelf and flipping through it casually.

"Stop. Defend him and I really will kill you." I stood to face him. He was an inch shorter than me, but his dark hair and devilish eyes would've been intimidating if I was anyone other than myself. 

"I'm just saying, the man is a good vampire. I mean, you are too, but he's powerful. You could be like that one day. If you actually had ambition to expand. Imagine, Alexander Fairfield, King of North America and Europe. One day, the entire world!" Marcus said.

"Right," I murmured sarcastically, "I'm not interested in world conquest." 

"Well, that doesn't really matter. Your father has arranged a ball." He said with a shrug. 

I groaned, sinking back onto the chair. A ball? I'd attended far too many to count over the 24 years that I'd been alive. They were simply detestable. The people were stuffy and arrogant. The dancing was robotic and uninteresting. The expectations were too high. 

And this one would be worse, because I'd have to find at least one woman (with a good amount of land) tolerable. It was hard to find anyone at these things that I wanted to dance with for five minutes, never mind live with and fuck for an eternity. 

"It may not be that bad." Marcus said. He was grinning though, because he knew he was the one being unrealistic. Marcus didn't understand, he would never have to get married. 

"Fuck you." I said simply. Marcus laughed, shaking his head.

We were interrupted by a quiet knock on the door. 

"Come in." I said, and the door creaked open. Jacob stepped inside the library with an anxious grin. 

"Hello brother." I said, eyeing him up and down. He looked delicious. His blonde hair was perfectly combed. He was wearing a fresh white shirt and black pants, but he didn't have a vest or a jacket on. He was also wearing a collar, my favourite collar. It was the one with the gold tag that read:  Alexander's

I was glad he was wearing it more regularly now. We had decided (or rather, I had decided and then informed him) that he would keep in on most of the time. It was a training collar. We haven't talked about it much, but I know that he really wants me to collar him - really collar him. I don't know if I'll ever have the option to, though I would like nothing more. 

"May I come in?" He asked shyly. Marcus' eyes were fixed on Jacob, but Jacob kept his eyes on me. 

"Of course, we'd be glad of the company." Marcus said. Jacob didn't come further in, and kept his eyes on me, waiting for my approval. 

"Come in, pet." 

Jacob grinned and walked into the library, shutting the door behind him. 

"It's nice to see you Jacob." Marcus said, pulling my pet in for a hug. Jacob hugged him back and mumbled a greeting into his chest. 

When Jacob pulled away I motioned for him to come to me. I rose to meet him, but instead of hugging him, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He moaned with surprise and pleasure into the kiss. I surprised myself with how tender I was being, especially in front of Marcus. My lips moved gently against his and my tongue licked at his lips, but I didn't force it past. My hands travelled in his hair, running through the light blonde locks. It was thirty seconds before I released him. 

Marcus looked at me with one eyebrow raised. 

"I feel like watching my best friend and his little brother kiss should make me uncomfortable, but it really doesn't." He said, sitting in his chair. "It's actually kind of hot." 

I felt Jacob's cheeks flush in my hands and he buried his nose against my chest. He was being very physically needy, but I didn't mind. His desperation turned me on, he was more willing to take harsher punishments. 

"I can't imagine how hot it was the other night- with all those vampires using him." Marcus said, meeting my eyes. I smirked. 

Jacob's grip on me tightened and I knew he was embarrassed. Perhaps he was even a little nervous. 

"Don't be ashamed Jacob." I said, running my hand down his back. It was wonderful watching him be so submissive. It was even more wonderful knowing that he had given himself completely over to me, allowed me to use him, allowed my friends to use him-under my supervision of course. 

I own him. 

I released him and sat down in my chair again. Jacob stood staring at me for a few seconds. He looked so nervous, he was caving in on himself, his eyes were downcast.

"May I sit on your lap?" He asked quietly. I could tell he was nervous to be saying this in front of Marcus. He could hardly handle humiliation in front of only me, in front of others...

"Of course. But I need you to do something for me first." I said. Jacob's eyebrows raised and he licked his lips. 

"What do you want me to do, Master?" He asked quietly. I smiled, he is catching on. 

I took his hand in mine and moved it to my pants. My cock was semi-erect and I wanted him to take care of it. 

Jacob bit his lip, sending an anxious glance over to Marcus. He quickly looked back at me, and began moving his hand over my pants, massaging my ever-growing cock. 

"Show Marcus how much of a worthless whore you are." I breathed, leaning up. I took his chin in my hand and held his face still, so that he could only look into my eyes. Jacob nodded slowly and sunk down onto his knees in front of me. He licked his lips again- out of nervousness or arousal I wasn't sure- and then he brought his fingers to the zipper on my pants, and pulled it down. 

"Is this actually happening?" Marcus asked. 

"If it makes you uncomfortable, you're free to leave." I responded. Jacob's hand grasped my cock, and he pulled it from my pants obediently.

"Fuck that," Marcus said, sitting in the chair next to me, "You know me, I like watching." 

My hand moved to Jacob's soft blonde hair, the other relaxed on the arm rest. Jacob chewed his lip anxiously, before finally running his tongue over the tip of my cock. 

"Good boy." I breathed, tightening my grip on his hair. I actually wanted him to know how much of a good boy he was being - pleasuring me without question in front of someone else. 

Jacob glanced up at me again, his gold eyes meeting mine. He pushed his face down on my prick, not breaking eye contact. I moaned softly, as the warmth of his mouth encompassed my dick. 

He blew me slowly at first. His tongue explored the length of my cock, flicking against the underside of my head. His hand gripped the base and he ran it up and down, jerking me while his mouth worked around the tip. 

Jacob moaned quietly, forcing more of his head down onto me. His eyes squeezed shut instinctively, as he choked on my cock. I wanted to push him past this, so I fisted his hair and held him down on my length, waiting a few agonizing seconds before letting him come off. He gasped, and spit trailed from his mouth onto my dick. 

"You can do better than that Jacob. I know you can take all of it." I said sternly, pulling his hair back, tilting his face upwards towards me. He blushed and nodded, leaning back towards my dick again. He whimpered before taking my cock between his full lips again. 

This time he went quickly. He moved his head eagerly up and down my length, almost taking everything down his throat. There was a lot of spit running down my shaft now, and his sucking was now audible. 

"He's such a good boy- such a good slut." Marcus murmured in wonder. He reached his hand out and rested it on the back of Jacob's head. He pushed down, and Jacob gave in to the pressure. His nose pressed against my pelvis as he finally took my entire length down his constricting throat. Marcus held him there, and we watched as Jacob wretched pathetically. 

Marcus finally let go of Jacob's hair and he came off my cock instantly. He was gasping for air, there were a few stray tears trailing down his red cheeks. 

"Keep going Jacob." I said, eyeing him coolly. He nodded. 

"Yes Master." 

He slurped and gagged on my cock obediently. He worked hard to deep throat my prick. I knew my release was close. I began bucking my hips upwards, pumping into his warm, wet mouth. He moaned and it sent vibrations trailing up along my dick. 

"Yes." I breathed, my fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him where I wanted him to go. He was almost like a ragdoll between my hands, he was trying so hard to please me. 

"I'm going to cum." I breathed. Marcus' eyes were fixed on the two of us. I could tell he was aroused- which pleased me. I'd reward Jacob for it later. 

I fucked Jacob's mouth rapidly. Finally, I was pushed over the edge. 

I came with a low moan. I kept fucking Jacob's mouth as I climaxed, covering his tongue and throat with my thick seed. Jacob gagged slightly, but he couldn't pull away as my fingers were still locked in his hair. 

When I was finished, I slowly released him. He looked up at me and swallowed my load willingly and without prompting. He gave me a shy smile and wiped away the tears that had run down his cheeks with the palm of his hand.

"Wow. Your brother really is a whore." Marcus breathed, glancing between the two of us. I chuckled quietly, tucking my dick back into my pants. 

"Yes, I've trained him well." I responded. Jacob looked up at me expectantly, chewing his lip. I nodded towards him and he scrambled up onto my lap. He rested his face against his chest and brought his knees up towards his chin. I wrapped my arm around him, holding him against my body. 

"I'd like to borrow him." Marcus said, looking me in the eye. I felt Jacob squirm against me, as if he was trying to hide inside my arms. 

"I don't lend him out." I said firmly. Marcus wasn't usually the type to disobey or fight me, so I wasn't too worried about it, but at the same time, I'm very protective of Jacob. No one spends time with him unless I say so. 

"Well, perhaps we could share him sometime then." Marcus said. 

"Perhaps. However, that's a discussion for another night. We have other matters to attend to." 

"Very well. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Marcus said with a smile. 

I held Jacob firmly against my body. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I picked him up. 

"Likewise." I nodded towards Marcus and headed out of the library. I knew Jacob felt a little uncomfortable, so I wanted to get him out of there. 

I took Jacob to his room, and set him down on his bed. He looked up at me expectantly with a smile that showed his perfectly straight teeth. 

"What?" I asked, looking down at him. 

"Are you going to stay?" He asked. His legs were dangling off the edge of the bed and he was kicking them against the sturdy frame playfully. 

"For a little while, yes." I said, looking at him coolly. His smile fell, his legs stopped kicking.

"You're not going to sleep in here?" Jacob asked softly. I shook my head.

"I sleep alone." I folded my arms in front of my chest. I'd told him this countless times. He always seemed to conveniently forget. As if he thought his puppy dog eyes would sway me. 

"Oh." Jacob murmured. He looked down, chewing his bottom lip. He sighed, and began unbuttoning his shirt. I watched him for a few moments. He slid his pants and shirt off, and reluctantly climbed under the covers. He kept sneaking sideways glances towards me but then he'd look down and resume his morose demeanor. I raised my eyebrow.

"Are you... actually trying to make me feel guilty?" I asked. Jacob's cheeks tinted pink. He looked around the room awkwardly, trying not to meet my eyes.

"Is it working?" He asked quietly, finally settling his eyes on me. 

I laughed, I actually laughed. It wasn't a mocking laugh, I was amused by him. He's so cute. 

"Not even a little bit." I said. His eyebrows furrowed together. 

"But I've been so good! You said so! Please, please, please sleep in here. Please, Alexander, I just want-"

"I sleep alone!" I growled. Jacob recoiled as if I had hit him. I immediately felt bad for snapping at him, but I didn't have the luxury of offering an apology. 

Jacob nodded sadly and sunk into the bed. This time his sadness wasn't false. I sighed and stood there, beside the bed, trying to decide what to do. 

I debated climbing into the bed next to him, holding him until he fell asleep. But I was interrupted before I had a chance to move. There was a brisk knock on the heavy door, and it was opened without prompting.

"Pardon the intrusion Highness, but the King has demanded that both you and your brother meet him in his study immediately." A servant said sharply. I frowned and nodded.

"Come along Jacob." I said, motioning for him to follow me. He climbed out of bed reluctantly and trailed behind me. He didn't bother to put on a shirt or pants, which was probably better. He was still covered in bruises and cuts.

I entered the office first. Jacob stood beside me and thankfully didn't reach for me in any way physically. 

My father was leaning against the front of his incredibly ornate desk, staring at the two of us. Jacob didn't meet his eyes and instead stared down at the beautiful hardwood floors. I didn't show fear, and stared at my father evenly.

"Hello Father." I said calmly. My father nodded to each of us and looked us over. His eyes narrowed.

"Jacob, come here." He said. Jacob anxiously walked forward. He wasn't afraid of our father, because he'd never seen any of our father's treachery first hand, nor had heard any of his threats or witnessed any punishments. But he knew that he was very low in terms of position, and for that reason he didn't dare disobey or even make eye contact. 

"What an interesting collar." My father said, his long pointed fingernails running over the smooth leather. When he reached the tag he took it between his fingers. 

"Alexander's. That's cute." He sneered. 

"So you belong to Alexander, is that right, Jacob?" 

"Yes, Father." Jacob murmured, his cheeks turning pink.

"Do you love him?" 

Jacob turned to look at me. His eyes were questioning, he didn't know whether or not to lie. I nodded towards him. My father would be able to tell if he was lying. 

"Yes."

"How much?" 

Jacob hesitated then spoke softly, "I love him more than anything else in this world."

My father's eyes narrowed further and then he asked, very seriously; 

"Would you die for him?" 

I was very aware that my father's hands were resting on Jacob's neck. If he wanted to kill him, he could've done it in less than a second. But he wouldn't kill him, not yet. I hoped. 

"Yes." Jacob didn't hesitate. My father laughed, and then turned his attention to me. Thankfully, he released Jacob's neck. 

"What about you, Alexander? Do you love Jacob?" I kept my face very composed.

"No." 

Jacob hung his head. 

"How much do you care for him?" 

"He is worthless to me." I said calmly. 

Jacob choked out a quiet sob, but I could tell he was trying to compose himself in front of our father. The King stared at me for a few seconds. 

"I don't believe you." He hissed. 

Suddenly, my father grabbed Jacob and pulled him towards him. Jacob shrieked as my father's nails ripped at the skin of his back, creating long, red streaks. Instinctively, Jacob tried to push my father away, but he was far too weak. My father snarled and suddenly bit into Jacob's pale neck. 

Jacob screamed as my father bit him. Tears rolled down his face at the extreme pain of the bite.

"Alexander- help me!" He begged, thrashing in the king's arms. Trails of blood slid down his back where my father's nails had torn him. Blood gushed from his neck. "Please Alexander, I'm sorry, please-"

Finally he stopped. His head slumped back, his arms fell limply by his sides, his feet dangled in the air. I watched his skin go from a healthy pink to a sickly pale. My heart felt like it was being squeezed. I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't. I could show that this bothered me, or else my father really would kill him. 

I stared at my father's monstrous form while he drained Jacob. I knew what he was doing. He was watching everything- all of Jacob's memories. All of our intimate moments were now his too. He was trying to see what we'd shared, see how much love I had given Jacob. He wouldn't find many examples. I had done my job well. 

Jacob looked dead. He looked gaunt, his cheeks were sunken in, he had dark circles under his eyes, his skin was gray. My heart felt like it was going to burst. 

Finally my father broke away from his neck. His golden eyes met mine and he released Jacob completely. My brother hit the floor with a loud thud, but I didn't dare look at his form. My father stepped over him and closer to me. 

"In ten years you've never told him you loved him." My father said. 

"Because I don't." I looked at him evenly. 

"You're going to destroy him." My father said. He sounded... proud.

"That was always the plan, Father." I responded. 

"Good work." He said, bowing his head to me. He walked past me, and I looked down at Jacob. There was a pool of blood on the floor around him. It was still flowing freely from his neck. If I didn't do something he was going to die.

My father left the office and as soon as I heard the door close, I ran to Jacob. I picked him up quickly, bringing my mouth to his neck. I licked at the wound, trying to get it to heal. His delicious blood spilled into my mouth and my primal urges rose to the surface. I could feel my fangs extending. No, no, no. 

I hissed, pulling my mouth away from him and clamping down hard on the wound with my hand, trying to stop the blood. The wound wasn't just two small holes, but rather two long gashes running down his neck. There was so much blood. 

I could feel the hunger rising within me. I wanted his blood, I wanted his body. I felt like I was being driven insane, so I kept my mouth clamped shut. Perhaps this was my father's plan- to leave me alone with Jacob and my animalistic urges. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to drink every drop of blood in his veins and feel his heart flutter as he died. 

My brain was fighting my body. I was trying to resist the urge to bite him again, to drink away his life. And I wanted to fuck him, savagely. I don't remember a time when I had been in less control of my primal, most basic needs. I was going mad, holding this beautiful, innocent and fragile creature in my arms. I love Jacob, with the entirety of my soul. But I am a very soulless creature. 

I don't know what side of me is going to win. 

I pulled my hand away from his neck, and saw that the cuts had scabbed over. I laid him quickly on the floor and began searching the study for blood- something I could give Jacob. As I tore apart the room, I brought my hand to my mouth and desperately sucked away Jacob's blood on it. I had so little control over myself- but I didn't care as long as I saved Jacob.

I found a bottle of blood in my father's desk. I bit the cap off and ran back to Jacob. I tilted his head up and pushed the bottle against his lips. 




My Brother, My Slave Pt. 06



"Drink, drink, drink, please Jacob." I begged. I could see Jacob's mouth moving slightly, he was swallowing it. I could've cried with relief as Jacob's skin began to return to pale from gray. By the time he was finished drinking, even his lips had a little tint of pink to them. He'd be okay.

The blood, so much blood. My urges overtook me, and I urgently began licking at the blood on the floor. It was embarrassing and disgusting, but I couldn't stop myself. I had no control over what I was doing. I moved my lips to Jacob's body, licking the blood that had gushed down his neck hurriedly. Never before in my life had I been so pathetic, but I couldn't stop myself. My tongue moved to his cheeks, where the blood had spilled from his mouth. 

"Alexander." Jacob's voice was weak, and I pulled away only far enough to look at him. His eyes opened slightly. I let out a snarl before pressing my lips forcefully against his. I couldn't control myself. My lips, my tongue, ravaged his mouth. I wanted him, wanted to fuck him, have him completely. I sucked his tongue, bit at his lips, tugged his hair. He whimpered, but couldn't object. 

With a growl I pulled away and grabbed his hips. I flipped him so that he was on his stomach. My hands moved to his underwear and I tore them away from him. I climbed on top of him and desperately tried to free my cock from my pants.

"Stop Alexander." Jacob said. I ignored him, and spread his ass cheeks.

"Alexander, I'm your brother, stop it now!" He yelled sternly. I froze. 

My mind slowly cleared. Whatever haze had been over me dissipated and I climbed off of Jacob. 

My little brother rolled over and looked at me. He looked so exhausted. 

"I was so scared." He breathed.

"I think... I think I thought you were prey." I said softly. He nodded slowly before his eyes shut once more. He was asleep.

What the hell happened to me? 

I shook my head, before gingerly picking Jacob up. I would take him to my bathroom and clean him up, and then take him to bed. Tomorrow I would ask Marcus about what happened to me, perhaps he had some ideas.

Luckily our father wasn't lurking anywhere in our wing of the castle, so he didn't see us. It seemed like he believed that my feelings for Jacob were non-existent for now. I have to keep it that way until I can come up with a plan to get rid of him.

I held Jacob close to my body as I carried him to my bathroom. My bathtub was quite large, it was more of a small pool than a tub realistically. I walked down the stairs into it, and sat him down on the seat running along the walls of the tub. I climbed back out quickly, tugging my clothes off and throwing them on the floor. Both my pants and shirt were stained with Jacob's blood. 

I turned the water on and watched Jacob as it filled. He gave no reaction to the water, and his eyes stayed closed. I frowned and decided to grab him another drink, he needed it. By the time I got back the water was sitting just below the top of his shoulders. I shut it off and climbed into the tub next to him.

"Jacob," I cooed softly, "wake up, little one."

He blinked a few times but then finally opened his eyes. 

"Drink this." I said, handing him the glass. He scrunched his face up and shook his head. 

"No, no more, please." He said softly.

"Just one more, be a good boy, okay?" My free hand stroked his cheek. His golden eyes met mine and he gave me a reluctant nod. He took the glass from me and quickly drank its contents before frowning and setting the glass behind him on the bathroom floor. 

Jacob turned back to me and looked at me for a few seconds. Cautiously, he reached his hand towards me. 

"Can I...?" 

I moved a little closer to him.

"Yes."

He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to him. He rested his cheek on my shoulder, his nose nuzzled my neck. 

"We've never done this before." He murmured, as I locked my arms around him.

"We've never both been this dirty at the same time." I said. I moved my fingers through his hair, wetting it, trying to get the red out of it. 

"I was so afraid." He whispered.

For maybe the first time, as we rested in the pool, I held Jacob as my lover. Not my pet or my submissive or my slave. And I was terrified. I shouldn't be doing this with him. Not after what had just happened. My father would be watching us very closely. I had to protect him.

"Did you mean what you said? Back there in Dad's office?" Jacob asked. 

What was I supposed to say? What could I say?

"Yes." 

Jacob released me slowly and looked around the room. He had tears in his eyes but he didn't let them fall. 

"You're never going to love me, are you?" 

"No."

Jacob nodded sadly and moved away from me. He swam towards the stairs and climbed out of the tub. I stared at him, a little shocked. He'd never left me before. I waited a few minutes before following him out of the room.

He was sitting in front of the fireplace in my bedroom, wrapped in a towel. He had taken his collar off and was holding it in his hand, his fingers nimbly traced the letters on the golden name tag. 

"He should've killed me." Jacob murmured quietly, staring into the fire.

"Excuse me?" I stood beside him, even though there was enough room on the chair for me to sit next to him.

"He should've killed me Alexander. I'm not cut out for this." He said softly. A tear rolled down his cheek, but he wasn't crying loudly.

"Not cut out for what?" I was actually starting to get angry, but I wanted to control my temper.

"I'm not a vampire, Alexander. I can't kill people, or hurt people. I'm not like you or Dad. I- I love things. I love flowers and rain and the moon and you- most of all I love you. I'm not cut out for this. And after you get married, I'm going to have to be on my own. I won't get to see you anymore. And then I'll be dead anyway. He should've done it now, gotten it over with." Jacob said.

"I won't let you out of my care until you can take care of yourself, you don't need to be afraid of that." I said calmly.

"I-I just... sometimes I wish I was dead." He whimpered softly. 

My fingers locked in his hair and I tilted his face up so I could kiss him. He squeaked in surprise against my lips, but didn't pull away. It was a ferocious kiss, and I was in complete control- which I knew wouldn't help prove anything. I pulled away and pecked his lips a few times before sinking down onto the ground in front of him. 

I was on my knees and he was sitting in the chair, so his head was just a little higher than mine. He ran his fingers through my hair and looked down at me. 

"What are you doing?" He looked at me with teary doe eyes.

"Proving to you that this world of ours isn't as bad as you think it is." 

I kissed him again, but this time I was controlled. My lips moved slowly against his, and I allowed myself the freedom to really taste him. My hands moved in his hair, and his moved in mine. I was being gentle, and I could tell it was surprising Jacob. 

I pulled away and my lips trailed up his cheek towards his ear. He sighed contentedly, letting his hands run down my naked back. As I took his earlobe between my teeth, my hands found the towel he had placed over his lap, and I tore it away from his body. Jacob gasped quietly, his hands instinctively returning to his own body. 

I sat back to look at his naked form. His breathing was slightly heavy, his cock was erect. My eyes found the collar, abandoned on the couch next to him. I grabbed it and brought it up to his neck. 

"Jacob," I said, tightening the leather around his pale neck, "this collar signifies that you are mine. While you wear it, you are mine to torture, to abuse, to fuck..."

"Yes Master." He said obediently. 

"It also means, that you are mine to care for, protect, and love." I said softly, taking his chin in my hand. His eyes found mine and he stared at me, trying to read whether or not I was being serious or simply toying with him. 

"Don't ever take it off unless I say so." I concluded. He nodded, slowly comprehending. 

"Alexander, I-I, I need, I need-" He stammered.

"You need me." I finished the sentence for him. Jacob nodded shyly, wrapping his arms around my neck. I kissed him again, but as I kissed him, I took his cock in my hand and stroked it. I was being extremely gentle, I was trying to be as tender as I could. Jacob whimpered as I took his cock in my hand, and broke our kiss, resting his face on my shoulder.

"That's a good boy." I murmured. I pulled my hand away briefly to spit on it, before returning it to his dick. My other hand petted his hair. Jacob was moaning softy against the crook of my neck as I worked. 

"Little one," I said, moving my hands to his chest. I pushed back on his ribcage, gently moving him so he was relaxing against the back of the couch, giving me better access to his body. I kissed his neck, and down his chest. 

Jacob whispered my name as I explored his body with my lips. His hands curled in my hair tentatively, but I didn't object to his movements. I carried on, kissing down his flat stomach, until I reached his pelvis. I heard Jacob suck in a deep breath. As far as Jacob could remember, I'd never sucked his cock before, but I knew it was something he craved.

I licked my lips and looked up at him. He was wide-eyed and chewing on his bottom lip. I didn't break our eye contact as I encompassed the head of my little brother's cock in my mouth. Jacob moaned immediately, tilting his head back. His fingers tightened in my hair, but he quickly relaxed them.

I was used to sucking Jacob's cock. I was pretty good at giving head- like Jacob, I had learned quickly. And Jacob's cock was average in size, about 6'', so it wasn't incredibly difficult. His was the only cock I had ever serviced before though, and I intended to keep it that way. 

I moaned quietly around his cock, bringing my lips up and down his shaft slowly. I was able to take his entire length without struggle, and every time my lips reached the base of his dick, he'd let out a soft whimper and grip my hair fiercely. 

I let his cock fall from my lips, and began stroking it with my hand. I focused my attention on the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around and under the head, flicking the slit. Then I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, before taking it back between my lips once more.

Jacob looked like he was melting. He had slid down the couch slightly, leaning against the backrest. His head was tilted so he was staring up at the ceiling. There was a constant stream of praise and gratitude coming from his lips.

One of my hands was resting on Jacob's knee, the other was fondling his balls. Even though I'd only been sucking him for a few minutes, I could tell he was close to releasing. While the evil part of me considered refusing him his orgasm, the good part of me realized that Jacob needed this. He needed to feel loved- not used. I'd let him cum.

"Alexander, please, I'm going to cum." Jacob whined. I bobbed my head faster up and down his length. 

"Please, I can't hold it any longer!" Jacob moaned. His hips began bucking upwards, in rhythm with my sucking. Finally, I felt the first stream of my brother's cum hit the back of my throat. I kept my lips tight around his dick, keeping his warm load in my mouth as he rode out his orgasm. 

When Jacob was finished, he slumped back against the couch breathlessly. I sat up fully on my knees, so that my face was level with his. My hands moved to his cheeks, and I gently pushed on his chin so he would open his mouth for me. I leaned over him, letting his load spill from my mouth and into his. 

"Swallow." 

Jacob did as he was told, and kept his eyes on my face, waiting for my approval. There was a small trail of jizz running down from the corner of his mouth, so I licked up and swallowed it, relishing the taste of my little brother.

"You're such a good boy." I said softly, petting his light hair. He whimpered and leaned closer to me. His arms wrapped around my torso, and he relaxed against me. 

"Come on, little one." I breathed. I pulled him off the couch and he locked his legs around my waist, so I could carry him.

"Where are we going?" He asked, nuzzling my neck. 

"We're going to bed." 

I pulled back the curtain around my bed, then set Jacob down on the plush blankets. He looked up at me adoringly. 

"Now get cozy, I'll be right back." I kissed his forehead before heading out of the room. 

I shouldn't have done this with Jacob tonight. I shouldn't have let him in, shouldn't have showed him that he did mean something to me, after all. But what else could I have done?

I grabbed the small purple vial I had hidden at the back of my closet. With a heavy heart, I headed back to my bed, back to my love. 

Jacob was buried under the covers, looking up at me with his innocent gold eyes. His pale skin was in stark contrast to the black blankets. For a brief moment I felt my hunger swell, as it had before, and I had the urge to feed from him. I pushed the urge away though, he was far too weak. 

"Are you comfortable, love?" I asked, climbing next to him in the bed. Jacob immediately moved towards me and wrapped his arms around me again. 

"Yes!" Jacob began kissing my neck, my chest, any exposed flesh he could reach with his lips. I chuckled softly, petting his hair. 

"I need you to do something for me." I said. My hand was clenching the vial so tightly, I was worried it might break between my fingers. I didn't want to do this.

"Anything Master, anything." Jacob said looking up at me. In his eyes I could see all his adoration for me, his love, his trust. It broke my heart. 

"I need you to drink this." I offered the purple liquid to him. His eyebrows scrunched together, and his eyes darted from me to the vial nervously. 

"What is it, Alexander?" 

"Jacob, I need you to trust me." 

Jacob swallowed anxiously. Finally he took the vial from my hand and popped the stopper off. He gave me one final glance before drinking it. My brother broke away coughing and the liquid spilled down his throat. 

"Alexander, I don't feel so good." He breathed, looking at me. 

"I know. Curl up to my chest, little one." I said. Jacob relaxed against me, and I held him firmly in my arms. I could tell he was terrified. Personally, I hated myself more in this moment than perhaps any other. I had built him up so high and now he was scared once more. But it wouldn't be long now.

"I love you, Jacob." 

And then he was gone.



My Brother, My Slave Pt. 07



 Hey everyone. Thank you so much for all the comments on my last chapter. I love reading your stipulations, and hearing your thoughts-even if they're not necessarily kind. 

Some of you do have problems reading this sort of thing, as it does have a good amount of abuse in it. As such, I will warn you, the abuse/degradation/torture in this chapter is pretty heavy handed. This chapter focuses more on plot development than eroticism. 

There is a brief lesbian sex scene I will also warn you about, if that sort of thing turns your stomach. 

If either of these things offends or upsets you, please skip this chapter. Sorry, guys. 

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 Blood. So much blood... spilling onto the carpet... staining the hardwood... matted blonde hair... grey skin... 

Silence. 

"Alex? Alex, wake up!" Jacob said, shaking me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was sitting on his knees next to me in the bed. But he was leaning over me, staring down at my face. 

"Did you have a bad dream?" He asked, running his hand lovingly over my cheek.

"I don't dream." I said, smacking his hand away. I sat up and pushed the covers off of myself. Jacob was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt under it. It was a server's uniform. 

"What are you doing in my room? You aren't allowed to be in here without my permission." I snapped, climbing out of the bed. Jacob looked apologetically up at me. 

"I know. I'm sorry, but Marcus told me to. He said I needed to make sure you were ready for the ball." Jacob said, following me off the bed. I groaned. Right, that was tonight. 

"What time is it?" I asked. 

"It's 11:00, Master." Jacob said. Great, I had an hour to be ready. I was wishing Jacob had woken me up earlier. There'd be no time to play now. 

I walked into the bathroom, and was surprised when Jacob didn't follow. I didn't think anything of it though, and turned the water to the shower on. As I waited for it to heat up, Jacob crawled into the bathroom on his hands and knees, he was holding a paddle in his mouth. 

He crawled up to my naked form, and delicately placed the paddle on the floor in front of me, before resting on his knees. As he kneeled at my feet, he nuzzled my thigh with his face and whined. He looked like a little puppy. He looked so remarkably innocent, and he was being so incredibly subservient. 

"Master, I need to be punished." He whimpered. I felt a bolt of fear and arousal. What had he done that warranted a punishment by his standards? We had very few rules, and he never asked for punishments. He must've done something serious. I hope he hadn't been intimate with someone else while I was asleep. That was my most important rule I had imposed onto him, and if he broke it, his punishment would be far worse than just a spanking. 

"What have you done?" I asked, placing my hand on his light blonde hair. 

"Master, I-I know you punished me yesterday, but I can't remember why. I'm so sorry, Master." His golden eyes were teary, he looked so apologetic, so afraid. I breathed a sigh of relief. 

"What do you remember about last night?" I asked, petting his hair. 

"I don't remember anything, Master." Jacob said. Of course, I knew he would say that, but I still felt relieved nonetheless. 

"How do you know I punished you then, Jacob?" I asked. 

"Master, I have new markings." Jacob said. He leaned his head back, to show me the two large gashes on his neck. They were dark pink and healing very slowly for a vampire. He arched forward, and I saw his back, which was covered in deep cuts where our father had grabbed him. I felt anger rise within me, and I held back a snarl. These marks should've been mine. Jacob is my property, and no one else should ever be able to leave a mark on him unless I say so. 

My possessive, dominant side rose to the surface, and I felt the urge to hurt Jacob. I wanted to leave deeper cuts where my father had dug into him, I wanted to claim his neck once again as my own, and leave more permanent wounds. But there was no time now. And punishing Jacob for my father's actions was unfair, despite the fact that he was literally asking for it. 

"I see. I need to clean myself. You will go and get your collar, you will undress, and you will meet me in my bedroom. If a servant stops you, you are to direct them to me. Is that understood?" I asked. 

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Jacob said. He picked up the paddle between his teeth once more, and crawled out of the bathroom. He's such a good boy. 

I climbed into the shower, and worked quickly. I wouldn't be able to give him any sort of thorough punishment now, but I wanted to get a small one in. I couldn't let him know that I had erased his memory, so I had to pretend as if he was correct. I'd give him a few spankings now, and tonight after the ball, I'd claim his ass and feed from him. I wasn't going to do anything too severe, he hadn't earned that. 

When I finished washing myself, I climbed out of the shower and dried myself off. I was rather hurried, I was excited to be with Jacob again. I was so proud of him for being so submissive, he really is taking his training well. 

When I walked into the bedroom, I saw Jacob there. He was kneeling in front of the bed, with his head bowed. He was completely naked, except for the collar. He looked absolutely perfect. 

I sat on the bed in front of him. 

"Come up here." I said firmly. Jacob looked at me and nodded. 

"How would you like me, Master?" He asked, rising. 

"Over my knee." 

Jacob did as he was told, and rested over my knees. I could feel his cock against my thigh, he was flaccid. 

"How many spankings do you think you deserve, Jacob?" I asked. My hand was raised over his ass in preparation. 

"Master, only you know what's best for me." He spoke softly. 

"You're being such a good boy." I said.

"Thank you, Master." 

I smacked his ass. It wasn't too hard, but it certainly wasn't gentle either. He gasped sharply, and he jolted slightly. But he quickly regained his composure and presented his ass to me once more. 

"So, you don't remember what I'm punishing you for, Jacob?" I asked, smacking his ass again. 

"No, Master. I'm so sorry." His bottom was a light pink. It was absolutely delicious. 

"I'm punishing you for not wearing your collar." I said. I slapped him again, and he let out a quiet whimper. I could feel his dick against me, and I could tell he was getting slightly aroused. I was too, I'm sure he could feel my cock against his abdomen. 

"I'm sorry, Master." He breathed. 

"Why do I want you to wear your collar?" I asked him. 

"So that everyone will know that you own me. I belong to you alone, Master." Jacob said. 

"That's right, pet." I spanked him again. "What does it mean? What does me owning you mean?" 

"It means that you can do whatever you want with me?" He asked. I could see him tensing, preparing for the next blow.

"Relax." I commanded. He took a few deep breaths, and I watched his body relax. Then I sent my hand flying down on his ass. He groaned and pulled away, but then moved back into position obediently. 

"It means that you are mine to abuse." Smack. 

"You are mine to fuck." Smack.

"You are mine to degrade." Smack.

Each slap was harder than the previous one. Jacob cried out after each one, and his ass turned a deeper shade of pink. 

"You are mine to destroy." Smack. 

"You are mine to protect." I finished, and instead of coming down hard on his bottom, I placed my hand on it gently. I rubbed it tenderly, and I felt him relax against me completely. His cock was hard, and it was pressing firmly against my thigh, but I wouldn't have time to deal with it. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes. Jacob regained his breath, as I massaged his sore bum. My other hand moved to his hair, and I petted it. 

"How does it feel?" I asked. 

"It hurts, Master." He breathed shakily. I nodded, smiling grimly.

"Look at me." He titled his head up to face mine.

"I want it to hurt. I want this to remind you for the rest of the night that your punishment is not yet over. There's more to come after the ball tonight, Jacob. Every time you sit down, you'll remember what awaits you." I said. Jacob nodded. 

"Yes, Master." 

"Good boy. Now leave me, I need to get dressed." I gave his bum a little pat, and he climbed off of me and headed towards the door. When he reached it he turned around to look back at me.

"Can I say something, Master?" He asked nervously.

"I encourage you to." 

He walked towards me once more and kneeled in front of me. He looked up earnestly into my eyes. 

"Master, when I wear this collar... it makes me feel... special. It makes me feel safe and protected because I know that no one's going to hurt me. I know that I'm yours...and this collar... Master, it's the greatest gift you've ever given me." He breathed. I felt my heart thump painfully. I wanted to tell him that his love, his submission was the greatest gift I'd ever received, but I couldn't. 

"Then never take it off again, brother." I whispered, taking his cheeks in my hands. 

"I won't. I love you so much." He whispered back, leaning up into me. 

I kissed him. It was a tender, loving kiss. Our lips moved against one another's and I could taste his tongue on mine. I pulled away, releasing his face. He looked up at me adoringly. I kissed his forehead. 

"Leave me, pet. I must prepare." 

"Yes Master."

***

The music wasn't bad, it was the company I detested. Men and women from all over the world were gathered in the ball room, dancing robotically to the live orchestra. The gowns were so large that leaning in to kiss your partner was a challenging task. The suits were so decorated with badges that the distinct sound of jingling could be heard at all times. 

I watched the robotic dancing from my throne. I sat next to my step-mother, and the king was on her other side. Jacob was walking around the room, dressed in black and white, handing out glasses of blood. He glanced over at me often, but if he saw that I caught him he would return his eyes to the floor, embarrassed. 

Marcus approached me, and bowed deeply to me with a wicked grin on his face before coming to my side to talk to me. 

"This party is for you, you know. Perhaps you should at least  try  to find a woman you find tolerable? Hm?" Marcus asked. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm really not interested." I said back to him. I glanced around the room, before returning my eyes to Jacob. I wanted to make sure he was okay. 

"How can you not be interested? Have you seen some of the women here? I'm getting laid tonight, that's my mission... Oh, I see. You're worried about your plaything." 

I growled. "I don't want anyone else touching him." 

"Awfully possessive, aren't we?" Marcus said, then he sighed. "Look, I'll watch him for you, okay? I'll make sure nothing happens to him. But you have to go dance with someone, seriously, you've been sitting up here looking grumpy all evening." 

I looked at Marcus. He was my most trusted friend. 

"You'll make sure he's safe?" I asked. 

"I promise." He said honestly, meeting my eyes. I let out a sigh. 

"Thank you." I said. I rose and walked down, onto the dance floor. The crowd separated around me, as they waited for me to choose my first partner. I recognized a few female acquaintances, but none that had enough land or wealth to be suitable partners for me. So, I selected a tall blonde woman at random. She curtsied to me, I bowed, and we began dancing. 

"You're an excellent dancer, your Highness." She said. She had a thick German accent. No good. We already owned Germany. 

"As are you, my dear." I said. I hated this. I'd much rather be dancing with Jacob, and I'm sure he'd step on my feet. This was torture. 

As me and the woman danced, I noticed from the corner of my eye, a rather pretty brunette girl. She seemed to be sneaking out of the ball, she headed down a corridor and disappeared around a corner. I frowned. If she thought for a second she was getting out of this and I still had to stay here, she had another thing coming. 

I waited an agonizing few minutes until the song was over. I bowed to my partner, and then quickly headed down the corridor. I turned left, after the brunette woman. 

A long way down the corridor, there was a door that was only slightly ajar. There was a faint light coming from inside, that must be where she went. 

I crept silently up to the door, but as I approached I could hear something. Moaning. How dare she? Sneaking off in the middle of my ball to have sex? If I wasn't able to do that, she certainly couldn't. 

I pushed the door and it flew open, slamming against the wall. There she was, the pretty brunette. She had taken her dress off and was wearing just a plain white corset. But she had a young blonde girl kneeling in front of her, with her face buried deep in the brunette's hairless pussy. 

When they saw me, they broke apart. They both began talking at once, offering up apologies, but I raised my hand to silence them. 

I looked at the two of them. The brunette was rather lovely. If I was fascinated with women at all, she would've been the sort I would go for. Tall, slim, pale. Fragile. She had a thin neck, I'm sure my fingers would almost touch if I wrapped them around it. She was clearly wealthy, despite her plain corset, she was incredibly decorated, in terms of jewelry. Her dark hair was piled up onto her head, in intricate curls and complex designs. 

The blonde was not as impressive. She was average in size and height. Her hair was down. It wasn't a fair blonde, like Jacob and I, but it was rather... mousy almost. Her skin was a less pale than the norm for a vampire. Her dress didn't look as though she came from wealth. I wonder how she'd gotten into this party, with my father monitoring the accepted guests so carefully. 

I pondered for a moment on what to do next. 

"Continue." I said finally. They both looked at me but did not move. I felt my anger swell. They were going to ignore a command after their previous transgression? I think not. I took a step towards them, and grabbed a fistful of the blonde's hair. I pushed her face back into her lover's body. 

"Finish her." I said sternly. The blonde let out a quiet squeak in compliance, before she began licking at her lover's smooth pussy once more. 

The brunette looked at me as her lover began pleasuring her again. I could see the fear in her eyes. She knows that I could kill her, and I would face no punishment at all. But I wasn't going to do that, at least, not yet. 

"Here. It's okay." I said, taking the brunette's hand. I guided it to the blonde's hair, and she fisted it gently. 

"Oh," She breathed softly, tilting her head back. She began rocking her hips against her lover's mouth, her eyes closed as she basked in the pleasure. In an odd way, she reminded me of myself. Here she was, in a grand castle, with the opportunity to meet, be courted by and marry a prince, and instead she chose to sneak away and get eaten out by her lesbian lover. If the situation was reversed, I would be doing the exact same thing. 

I moved away from them to close and lock the door. As I watched the two, I just kept thinking about Jacob. I wished he was here, sucking me off too. It was sort of humorous, the entire situation. I could tell both women were afraid. They should be, but really how could I blame anyone for wanting to get away from that dance? 

The brunette's grip on her partner's hair tightened. She had arched herself backwards, giving into the pleasure. I moved towards them again, and rested my hand on the blonde's hair. 

"Good girl." I said. The blonde moaned softly, I think as a way of giving her thanks to me. 

Finally, the brunette let out a loud moan, her body shook as her orgasm overtook her. Her voice was high-pitched and delicate, in a way. It was almost cute. She released her partner's hair, and reclaimed her breath, before looking up at me in fear. 

Part of me did have an urge to kill these two. I mean, sneaking out of my party to have sex? That was something that I should've been doing. But there was also something unique about the two of them. 

The room smelled like sex, but it was a lighter, more feminine scent then I was used to. But there was something else. Blood. It smelled like... human blood. I looked at the blonde. Human. She was wearing contacts, clearly. What was this? Some sort of Mistress, slave dynamic? How did the blonde even get in here?

"Please don't hurt her." The brunette said quickly. She had a heavy French accent, and I glanced at her. We didn't own any land in France...

"What's your name?" 

"Jacqueline Fontaine." She said, bowing her head. 

"Your father owns France and New Zealand, correct?" I asked. She nodded humbly. I smirked. Perhaps this was a good thing after all. 

"Get dressed, Ms. Fontaine." I turned my attention to the human. "You, what's your name?" 

"Christine Sinclair." She said softly, not looking up at me. Jacqueline began pulling her dress back on. 

"What's your relationship? Mistress and submissive? Owner and servant? Lovers?" I asked, looking between the two of them. 

"She's a slave, nothing more!" Jacqueline said, hurriedly. I glanced at Christine, she looked hurt. She looked hurt the same way Jacob looked hurt when I said that. 

"Come here, Christine." I said. She came to me calmly, but her lover looked afraid. I wouldn't kill her, but Jacqueline didn't know that. 

I pulled Christine to me, and sunk my fangs into her neck. She groaned, but did not try to get away. Jacqueline looked petrified. 

As I drank Christine's blood, I saw her memories. I watched her and her lover kiss, laugh, make love. They were in love, and that was undeniable. Christine was a servant in the Fontaine household- that's how they'd met. That also explains how she got in here. 

I released Christine. She was still conscious, I hadn't taken that much. Jacqueline looked at me desperately. 

"Your Highness, please, don't hurt her." She begged. 

"Ms. Fontaine, are you a lesbian?" I asked. I knew the answer already. 

"Please, don't tell my father." 

This entire thing was working out perfectly. 

"Miss Jacqueline Fontaine, would you like to be my wife?"

***

Jacqueline and I danced together for the rest of the ball. When there were only a few songs left, I kissed her. She tasted like honey and jasmine, far too light for my taste. I preferred Jacob. 

The crowd around us gasped. This was important. It wasn't customary for royalty to be outwardly sexual or physical in anyway- especially at an event like this. It signified that Jacqueline and I were partners now. 

When I pulled away, I immediately searched for my father. He looked down at us approvingly. Of course, he'd know who she was. He was probably calculating our new land in his head already. I turned back to Jacqueline and was about to kiss her again, when I heard a small voice.

"Alexander..." 

I turned in the direction of it. Jacob was standing there, with Marcus by his side. But Jacob had dropped the platter he was carrying, blood was spilling across the ballroom floor. He had tears in his eyes. I groaned. Not this, not now. 

"Excuse me, my love." I murmured, kissing Jacqueline's hand. I left her and grabbed Jacob by the hair and pulled him into a corridor where no one would be able to see us. 

"How could you, Alexander?" Jacob asked. He was crying now though. I assumed it was mostly from pain, I was practically dragging him by his hair. 

"What? What are you upset about, Jacob?" I snapped. 

"You told me that we would only ever kiss each other. I thought, I thought-"

"No. I told you that you were only allowed to kiss me. I can do whatever I want, I'm a prince. Now you better shut up, because you're making a scene." I hissed. I was doing this for us, whether he could see that or not. It was bad enough that I had to pretend to love her, but to deal with Jacob's drama on top of that? It was too much for one night. This was getting to me, there was already so much pressure and dealing with Jacob's outburst- his completely ridiculous outburst was fueling my anger immensely. He couldn't be surprised by this, he's always known that I have other people on the side. 




My Brother, My Slave Pt. 07



"But, Alexander, I love you, I thought that-" 

"Shut up!" I said, smacking him across the face. If our father saw this, or checked Jacob's memory, I had to make sure he'd still be safe. I just needed Jacob to understand that I would explain it all in time, but I couldn't tell him that. And having him cause a scene like this, and interrupt me was frankly, unacceptable. He was acting like a child, and I wouldn't stand for it. 

Marcus caught up to us, and he was slightly breathless. 

"Marcus, lock Jacob in his room, he needs to be punished." I said sternly. Marcus nodded and clasped Jacob's arm, leading him away. Jacob kept looking back at me. I could see that he was heartbroken, and I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do, his behaviour was unacceptable. 

Jacob was starting to frustrate me. He could never keep his emotions in check, taking care of him is a lot of work. I do care for him deeply, but at times like this it'd just be easier if he wasn't around. Sometimes I wish that he actually would behave like a normal bloodsucker. It would be easier if he just didn't... exist. 

I regained my composure and headed back into the ballroom. The blood had already been cleaned up, and everyone was carrying on as if nothing had happened. I took Jacqueline's hand in mine, and we danced to the last few songs together. The entire time I envisioned different ways to punish Jacob. 

***

The ball finally ended and everyone left. My father didn't ask to speak with me, so I assumed he was content with my choosing. 

I headed up the stairs feeling pretty exhausted. I had originally intended to just feed from Jacob a little, and fuck him... but then he had his outburst. My first instinct was to really punish him, tie him up, whip him, cane him, anything to hurt him and leave a mark. But now I was reconsidering. After the other night, hearing him talk about how he was contemplating death... perhaps it would be better to just talk to him. I could explain what my upcoming marriage would mean for him, for us. I couldn't be tender with him, but I didn't need to hurt him. He had been so good earlier. 

I reached Jacob's room and unlocked the door. I expected to see Jacob lying in bed, terrified, awaiting the harsh punishment he would surely receive. 

I did not expect to find him on his knees, naked, in front of Marcus, obediently sucking his cock. 

My anger was immediate and unbound. Marcus saw me, but before he could say anything, I rushed towards them. I kicked Jacob away, sending him onto his side, and grabbed Marcus by the neck. 

"What the fuck are you two doing?!" I demanded, tightening my grip on Marcus. He clawed at my wrist, but he was no match for me. I was stronger than him, and I was enraged. He knew I would never allow something this, they both did. And now, my best friend and my brother had betrayed me. There could be no mercy. 

Jacob was never, ever allowed to play with anyone without me present and without my permission. Was the little fucker just doing this to get back at me? His punishment would be worse than Marcus'. 

My grip tightened, Marcus went limp against me, and I dropped him onto Jacob's bed. He wasn't dead, just unconscious. I would kill him after I dealt with Jacob. It would be quick and easy, then I would dispose of him. Jacob was far less lucky. 

"You!" I snarled, grabbing Jacob by the hair and pulling him onto his feet. He was crying and thrashing against me.

"Marcus told me you said to do it! I didn't mean it, Alexander! Please, I didn't know!" He begged. I snarled and slapped him against the face again. 

"You worthless whore." I spat on his face. 

"Please Master, I'll make it up to you, I'm sorry!" He sobbed. I dropped him onto the floor and kicked him a few times. I aimed most of my kicks at his abdomen. If something snapped, they'd heal over soon enough. Then I'd snap them again. 

He didn't deserve to call me 'Master'. He didn't deserve my attention, my affection, anything. He betrayed me. 

"Mercy! Mercy!" Jacob cried as I continued my assault on his body. I leaned down, and fisted his hair once more. 

"Where the fuck do you think you are? Do you think this is playtime?" I growled, shaking his hair. 

"You're really hurting me, please Master, I can't take anymore." He sobbed. His hands instinctively moved to mine, trying to get me to let go of his hair. 

"You don't know pain yet, little boy." I said, dropping him. 

I ran to his closet and pulled out the box of toys I had hidden there. There were a few collars in the box that I used for playtime, and I grabbed them all. 

Jacob was on the floor, in a bloody and bruised heap. He looked up at me, his face was tearstained. When he saw that I had his collars in my hand, I saw fear come into his eyes. 

"These are worthless." I snarled, tearing them apart. I threw the pieces at him, and he sobbed and jolted away as the small scraps of leather and metal rained down on his body. I noticed that he was still wearing my collar, the special collar.  Alexander's

I hooked my finger under the collar, so it was between his neck and the leather. I looked down menacingly at him. 

"No, no, please, please Alexander. I need this, please!" He cried. I tore it off him, and threw it into the fireplace behind us. 

"No!" He sobbed, looking into the flames. He crawled quickly over to the fireplace and looked at the quickly melting token. I could tell he was contemplating trying to grab it, and save it. 

"Grab it, Jacob. I dare you." I hissed, looking down at his pathetic frame. He glanced up at me quickly, a look of anguish on his face, and reached his hand into the flame. He yelped immediately, withdrawing his hand and cradling it to his body. The collar was destroyed. 

"You're pathetic." 

I grabbed his hair and began dragging him from the room. He tried to keep up with me, but he was on his hands and knees, so I pulled him savagely down the staircase, across the main floor, and to the top of another set of stairs leading down. They led to the dungeon. 

Jacob's screams escalated to ones of pain, to absolute shrieks of pure terror. 

"No, no, please, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He shouted. He kept trying to pull away from my hands, trying to escape. He wasn't broken yet- but he would be. 

I pulled him down the stair case, and then to the far end of the dungeon. It was lit only by a few torches. The rooms were much like in a prison, except it was far dirtier. There was dried blood on the floor, on the walls. There were rats and spiders in all the crevices. I pulled him to one of the last rooms, in the furthest corner of the dungeon. He would be completely isolated here. There wouldn't even be a servant or guard to keep him company throughout the day. 

He kept begging for forgiveness, for mercy, anything. I ignored his please and threw him onto the dirty floor. I grabbed the shackles and reached for his ankles. He kicked and squirmed and tried to get away, but he was only making me angrier, making things worse for himself. When I finally had them secured, I pulled the lever, rotating it so it raised him up off the floor. He was hanging upside down, with his arms flailing above his head. His fingertips could almost reach the ground, but not quite. 

"Please, please, I'm sorry. Don't leave me here! It's too scary! Please, Alexander, I'll do anything!" As he pled, I took a heavy chain in my hand. The interlocking loops were made of metal, They were probably an inch and a half thick in width, and the chain was long. 

I walked up to him calmly, and as he begged I felt nothing. No hint of remorse, no guilt. I pulled my hand back, and his eyes briefly made contact with mine, before I released. The chain came flying across his stomach, and a loud thud echoed across the dungeon. 

I could see that the wind had been knocked completely out of Jacob, but as soon as it was back, he shrieked. His body with the force of the hit, and I knew the pain would be extreme. Still, I felt nothing, only the urge to do it again. 

So I did. Jacob choked, spit fell from his mouth, down his face, onto his forehead. 

"Help! Help me, please!" Jacob screamed. I growled. Disobedient slut. Calling for help? 

"No one's going to rescue you, Jacob. You're not getting out of this." I said. My voice was calm and even.

I struck him again. This blow was lower, and it landed across his ribs. I heard a distinct cracking sound, and the scream that resulted from this attack was significantly more tortured than the previous ones. But he was still screaming. 

I went again and again. It became frenzied. I just kept going, and going until his cries of pain and horror turned into whimpers. I don't know how many times I hit him. 

"Please Master..." His voice was barely audible. "I'm nothing without you." 

Finally I stopped. I crouched down so my face was next to his. 

"You have always been nothing. And you always will be." I said. Jacob didn't react. He was broken. 

I dropped the chain, and left the cell. He could stay there until tomorrow night, if I came and got him. 

As I left the cell, I took the torch with me. 

"Please don't go." 

His weak voice echoed across the empty dungeon. But I was far too gone to hear it.



My Brother, My Slave Pt. 08



 Thank you so much for all the comments on the last chapter of this story! I love reading your opinions, and was surprised to see that a few of you favour Alex. Very interesting!

As always, abuse, vampires, blood, incest, gay sex, etc. Enjoy!

***

I was still fuming by the time I reached Jacob's room. Marcus was sprawled across Jacob's bed, still unconscious. While my original intent was to kill him as soon as I had the chance, my rage would not allow such a merciful punishment. I destroyed Jacob, and now it was time to destroy Marcus. 

I picked him up easily, and threw him over my shoulder. I also grabbed some rope. He would also spend tomorrow locked in the dungeon. Unlike Jacob he would not spend his in physical pain, but rather, he would be degraded, humiliated. The result would be the same. When it was over, he'd be broken. 

My pace was hurried, and I was being reckless. I felt so out of control. There was only my rage, my hunger and my lust. I was primal now, feral. There was no turning it off. 

I flung Marcus to the floor of the dungeon. The sound of his head hitting the stone reverberated off the walls, and I grinned menacingly. Marcus gave no reaction. 

I moved towards him, with rope in my hand. My mind was quickly calculating all the ways I could tie him up, the different positions, different avenues I could go. But I decided that simplicity was best. 

Marcus was in dress pants, but he was shirtless. I'd leave him like that. I moved him so that he was on his stomach. I pulled his hips up in the air, his face was pressed firmly against the dirty floor. I grabbed his wrists, and tied them to his knees. And I was finished. 

"Wake up." I said, slapping the back of his head. He groaned, he seemed to be quite groggy. He quickly realized though, that he was completely restrained. He fought against the ropes, but it was useless.

"What are you playing at, Alex?" He growled, thrashing against the floor. I stood above him, my feet near his face, and I chuckled menacingly. 

"How did you think I would react when I found out? Were you really expecting me to just let it go?" I asked. I pressed my foot down hard on his cheek, forcing his head against the ground. 

"Why do you care? You said it yourself, he's worthless to you." He said. I pressed down harder on his face. 

"I told you that I didn't lend him out!" I snapped.

"I wasn't the one who started it." He hissed. I took a step away from him. I was shocked, but I quickly regained my composure. He was lying. 

"He begged me for it. He was desperate to play with someone new," Marcus hissed. "Face it, Alex, your boy's a whore." 

I growled. My first instinct was to attack him, but I refrained. He was strong where Jacob was weak...and he was weak where Jacob was strong. Assaulting him wouldn't do anything, but degrading him, humiliating him... overpowering him, that was how I'd break him. 

"You're right, he is a whore. But he's my whore." I walked behind him and sunk down to my knees. With a malicious grin, I grasped the top of his dress pants. "Just like you." 

I tugged on them, revealing his black underwear. He was wearing boxer briefs, they were tight. I licked my lips and grinned.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Marcus groaned, trying to shift away from me. 

"Taking what's mine." I responded darkly. I pulled his pants down so they were around his knees. I moved my hands back up to his hips, and gripped the thin black fabric of his underwear. 

"Fucking pervert." He spat. I chuckled. 

"You're one to talk." I ripped the fabric and threw it onto the floor. He was completely naked before me. I felt my cock stiffen.

I'd never seen him naked before. I was impressed. I ran my nails down his back, onto his perfect ass, leaving red streaks across his skin. He quivered, just slightly. His movement wouldn't be palpable to a human, but to me, it was clear. Despite his bravado, I could sense fear in his movements. 

"Don't you fucking touch me, Alex." He growled. 

"Too late." I cupped his ass cheeks in my hands. They were firm and round. I was immediately filled with the insatiable desire to see my large cock pressed between them. 

"Oh fuck you, Alexander. Of course you'd have to tie me up, that's the only way you'd be able to get me in this fucking position." Marcus spat. I chuckled in response.

"You'll be begging me to tie you up like this again." I said calmly. I ran my hands sensually down his thighs. His skin was smooth and soft, but I could feel strong muscles just beneath the surface. I licked my lips, and unzipped my pants.

I took my cock in my hand and placed it against his ass. I didn't push it in, just let it rest of the crack of his ass, so he could feel it. Marcus shifted again, trying to get out of the ropes, but it did nothing.

"Do you know how big my cock is?" I asked, moving my hips slowly back and forth. Marcus growled but offered no other response.

"It's 9 inches long, it's bigger than yours. And I bet you've never had anything inside your ass before." I said calmly, moving the head of my dick to his hole. I pushed, just a little. Not hard enough for my dick to go inside him, just enough to let him feel it, feel the pressure of it pushing against his tight asshole. 

"You're a disgusting fuck, Alexander. You're going to fuck your best friend over this?" He asked. He was trying to sound sure of himself, confident. But I could plainly hear the little undertone of fear in his voice. I knew I was correct, he'd never had anything inside him before. 

"I'm not going to fuck you, Marcus. I'm going to rape you." I said with a smirk. He groaned and tried to pull away again. 

I laughed as I stood up behind him. I moved to sit down in front of him. I grabbed his thick black hair in my hand and pulled his head up roughly, inciting a loud and angry groan of pain. I knew his body was probably aching already, being tied in doggystyle with his head planted against the floor. And now, with me pulling his face up, his neck was forced all the way back, in an unpleasant and uncomfortable angle. Not that I really cared. 

"You're going to suck my cock." I said firmly, holding my dick in one hand and his hair in the other. He looked up at me defiantly.

"Fuck you." 

"Open your mouth." 

We stared at each other. In his state of panic his rage was palpable. But I remained calm and collected. I gave his cheek a hard slap, but I held his head still, so I could watch the pain on his face. He looked up at me again, defiant still.

"Fine. I suppose I'll just go right to your ass then." I said, releasing his hair. 

"I fucking hate you." He growled angrily. But then he opened his mouth, just a little. I smirked, taking my prick in my hand once more and gripping his hair. I pulled his head down onto my length, and I was rough with him. I forced him to take about half of my length, and immediately felt his throat constrict around me. Marcus gagged, and he gagged so hard that his body shook. 

"You're not a very good cock whore, are you?" I asked, ignoring his gags and pushing him further onto my dick. Tears started to prickle at his eyes from choking, and I found a sick satisfaction in that. 

"Mm, Jacob's so much younger than you, and he can do it so much better." I said, letting his head come off of my dick. He gasped a few times, spit ran freely from his mouth. He was being careless. 

"That's okay. By the end of tonight you'll be a devoted cock slut." I smirked, pushing him back down on it. I held him in place and pumped my hips upwards quickly. He tried to pull away from me, twisting and writhing in the ropes, but he was unsuccessful. My grip on his hair was too strong, the ropes were too thick. I wanted to do this to him more than he wanted to escape it. 

I released his hair and pushed him off of me. He let out a quiet groan when I finally pulled my cock from his mouth. His face was red, and with the few stray tears running down his face and the spit falling from his chin, he looked like a pathetic mess. 

I walked behind him once more, and knelt down behind his perfect ass. He was still panting softly, when I gripped his cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart. 

"God, you're seriously going to fucking do this?" He said angrily. 

"Beg me not to, and I won't." I responded. 

My offer was sincere, though I knew he wouldn't do it. He had far too much pride. 

"Fuck you." 

I was hoping he'd say that. I spat on his hole, and he jerked away just slightly. Part of me wanted to just shove my cock up his ass, listen to his cries of pain and then leave him there, bloodied and broken. It would hurt him, but only physically. There was a different part of me, one that wanted to see him humiliated. That part of me was bigger. I'd have to keep my emotions in check. 

I spat on my fingers, and then moved them to his ass. I pushed my middle finger inside of him, and felt his hole instantly clench around it. Fuck, he was tight. I wasn't going to be as gentle as I could be with him, I certainly wasn't going to be as gentle with him as I was with Jacob for his first time, but I wasn't going to destroy him. At least, not yet. 

I moved my finger at a moderate pace, in and out. He seethed beneath me, but didn't ask me to stop. His pride would be gone by the end of this. I was determined to make that happen. 

It wasn't long before I added another finger. His toes curled, his back arched with pain, but he offered no resistance. I smirked, pumping my fingers into him, opening up his virgin ass. 

"Are you ready to be my fucktoy, Marcus?" I asked with an evil grin. 

"I fucking hate you." He snarled. I chuckled, pulling my fingers from his ass, and moving to my knees. I spat on my dick, and spread the saliva down my shaft, before pressing it against his ass once more. 

I pushed into him. He groaned, his body instinctively jerked away, but he couldn't go very far. I was going slowly, only forcing the first few inches into him. I was being incredibly deliberate, I knew what result I wanted from this. 

I rocked my hips at an agonizingly slow pace, back and forth. With each thrust I pushed a little further into his ass. His tight channel massaged my cock in an almost heavenly way as I fucked him. I grabbed his hips and angled myself a little differently, before pushing into him again. With this thrust I heard him whimper softly. He was trying to be quiet, trying not to give any reaction, but I knew that my dick had just slid against his prostate, and I knew it felt good. 

"Not enjoying being raped, are you?" I asked, pulling out and pushing in again, hitting his prostate once more. He gasped, arching his back slightly. 

"No, you sick fucking pervert." He hissed. 

I gave his ass a hard slap, and he groaned. 

"You'll call me Sir from now on." I said calmly, watching the red handprint form on his pale ass. He laughed. 

"That's not going to fucking happen." He said. 

"We'll see." 

I finally worked my entire cock into his ass. I stayed like that for a few seconds, revelling in the feeling of being completely inside his tight hole. I was raping my best friend, and I loved it. He didn't, not yet, but he would.

I sped up the pace. I fucked him at a good pace, one that was comfortable for both of us. I kept hitting his prostate, and he was going a good job of giving a minimal reaction, but one look at his hard dick assured me that he was downplaying his pleasure. 

My nails dug into the soft skin of his hips, as I held him steady. I fucked him a little harder now. His quiet whimpers and gasps of pleasure turned into soft moans. 

"Yes." He moaned quietly, resting his head against the floor. He was giving himself over to me, allowing himself to enjoy it, finally. 

I pulled out of him. 

Marcus groaned quietly, but didn't ask for me to put it back in. I ran the tip of my cock against his hole, teasing him. He actually began moving his ass against me, just a little. 

I pushed back into him, and slammed his prostate. And pulled out again. I held it for a few seconds, and then slid my dick into him again. Out and in. He groaned loudly, a little more primal now. 

"Alexander, fuck..." He moaned softly. 

"What? What do you want?" I asked. 

He was giving in now. 

"Fuck me." He said quietly, ashamedly. 

"Louder." 

"Fuck me." He said. 

"Beg me." 

"Fuck me, please Alex!" He whined. 

"That's not my name." I growled. 

Marcus was panting softly, I could see the desperation in his contracted body, I could hear it in his voice. 

"Fuck me please, Sir!" He shouted. I smirked, and slammed my dick deep inside of him. He moaned in pain and pleasure. Now my speed was merciless, I fucked him without reserve. 

"Thank you Sir. Thank you." He moaned. He completely gave himself over to me, let me use his body as I saw fit. There was no more resistance, no more pride. There was just Marcus, and his insatiable need to get fucked. 

I held his hips firmly in my hands, letting my nails create deep red cuts in his skin. I thrust into him with all my strength, listening to his primal moans of pleasure. 

"Don't stop, please Sir!" He cried. I could feel his body tensing beneath me, his toes curled and he relaxed his head completely against the floor. 

Finally, he let out a load groan. Unlike Jacob's it was deep in tone, and sounded very masculine. His body shook against the ropes, against my body, and his ass tightened around my cock as I fucked him through his orgasm. 

I pulled my dick out of him when he was finished and moved in front of him again. I gripped his hair firmly, pulling his head up so I could look at him. A few tears had spilt down his cheeks, his face was red. I could see the shame and embarrassment in his eyes as he looked up at me. 

I held his hair with one hand, and stroked my cock above his face with the other. I pumped my prick quickly, ready for my own release. I came with a quiet groan, shooting my seed all over Marcus' face. He squeezed his eyes shut just moments before they were covered in my spunk. The rest landed on his forehead, a little bit got into his hair. I released him, and his face fell back down to the dirty ground.

"You're going to lie here with my cum on your face for the rest of the day." I said, standing. I tucked my dick back into my pants. 

"I'll send a servant to get you tomorrow night." 

Marcus gave a small nod against the floor, but didn't say anything. I ran my eyes over him once more, taking in his cum covered face, the cuts down his back and hips, his red ass, the pool of his own spunk on the dungeon floor. His arrogance was gone. He was broken.

"And Marcus," I said, "if I ever catch you on my land again, I'm going to kill you." 

***

 "Love is weakness, Alexander. It's only a tool your enemies can use against you. You must understand that." My father looked down at me. 

"But surely you love our mother. You have to." I responded. 

My father stared at me with his cold, dark eyes. 

"Sweetheart, come here." He said, not taking those eyes off of me.

My mother approached. Her beautiful blonde hair was piled up on her head, her eyes sparkled as she looked at me. She loved me, I could tell. 

"Yes, darling?" She asked, gently stroking my father's cheek. Finally he took his gaze off of me, and instead looked at my mother. 

He took her chin in his hands, and she looked adoringly up at him. And then, he snapped her neck. Her head came off of her shoulders, her body fell to the ground. Blood gushed out of her neck, her skin went gray. Her eyes were still open... 

I didn't move. I couldn't move. He dropped her head, now severed from her body. There was so much blood...

"Love is weakness, Alexander. I will teach that to you, if I have to destroy everything."

I woke up in a sweat, panting. I rubbed my forehead and let out a quiet groan. Being haunted by 15 year old memories, that is weakness. 

I felt groggy as I climbed out of bed. I was exhausted, the nightmares always took their toll. It was why I could never allow Jacob, or anyone to sleep with me. I couldn't allow anyone to see me like this. 

Jacob

He was still in the dungeon. I pulled on a pair of pants, but didn't bother with a shirt. I headed down the stairs and into the basement. In the first cell, I could see Marcus, who was still asleep but looked rather uncomfortable. I smirked. 

I headed to the far end of the dungeon, where I had left Jacob. He was still chained up, hanging by his ankles. He was also still unconscious, but he was very pale. I was shocked when I saw him. He had cuts running down his legs from his ankles, they looked like claw marks. His skin was covered in raised purple bruises, and welts. There were cuts on his stomach, where the skin had split when I whipped him. His hair was dishevelled and covered in spit that had run from his mouth when he screamed. 

I felt no satisfaction. My stomach twisted and my chest constricted. I had gone too far. 

I placed one of my arms under his back, and lifted him slightly. My free hand moved to the chains around his ankles, and I quickly undid them. I held Jacob in my arms, and looked down at his sickly frame. I wanted to take him up to my room, and take care of him there. But I had to do what was best for him. 

I carried him gingerly up the stairs and through the main hall. He was breathing, but it was soft, laboured. I walked into the infirmary, and set him down on one of the beds. We had a doctor here, but he was usually used for small injuries, things sustained from hunting or attacks from other creatures. 

"Alexander, I'm surprised to see you here, and your brother." Dr. Price said, walking calmly up to us. His grey hair was combed back, he was wearing a black suit. He certainly looked like a doctor for royalty.

"Dr. Price, could you check Jacob out please? He's looking a little... gray." I said. I tried to keep my voice level, but I was nervous. I hoped that whatever I'd done to Jacob would heal quickly. I was used to seeing my markings on him, the bruises, the cuts. I loved those. But this was different, these welts... I had not been in control. I could've killed him last night, and I don't think it would've slowed me down at all. What had I been thinking?

"Of course, Alexander." 

Dr. Price pulled on a pair of gloves and moved towards Jacob's feet. He ran his fingers over the cuts at Jacob's ankles. 

"Did you do these?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the wounds. 

"No, I don't know how they got there." I answered honestly. The doctor's brows furrowed, and he moved towards Jacob's arms. He took Jacob's hand in his and looked at his fingers. 

"Mm, he did them to himself." He showed me Jacob's hand, and I could see the skin and dried blood on his nails. He must've been trying to get out of the chains. 

"It's nothing to worry about. These cuts aren't very deep, they'll heal fast enough. Probably by the morning." Price said, turning his attention to me. 

"But of course, if you need him healed more efficiently, you can always give him vampiric blood. It'll heal him sooner than anything human." 

I couldn't give Jacob any of mine. He'd see things he couldn't see. Perhaps I could get some from someone else...

"Now, these cuts are significantly deeper, and these bruises... Can I ask what warranted him this?" Price asked, running his hands over Jacob's stomach. 

"He needed to be punished." I said simply. I didn't want to get into it. The doctor nodded and continued inspecting Jacob.

"These should heal within a few days. I recommend that you don't allow Jacob to do anything... physical until they're healed. There's no doubt that his internal organs have been damaged. They'll heal, but he'll be in a lot of pain until then." Dr. Price said. I felt my stomach churn guiltily. How could I have done this to him? A chain? That was far too extreme. 




My Brother, My Slave Pt. 08



The bruises were so dark, they looked almost black. They were raised off of his skin, and the gashes across his stomach looked angry and swollen. I just... lost control. 

"Mm. This isn't right." The doctor said more to himself than to me. His hands were running over Jacob's ribs. I immediately noticed it too. While all of them were perfectly straight, there was one that had tilted upwards, it was on a diagonal angle. 

"This has begun healing incorrectly." He said simply. I nodded and swallowed thickly. 

"I'm going to have to re-break it." 

I looked down at the ground. How could I do this to him? 

Dr. Price inspected Jacob's neck, but didn't see any cause for worry. Finally he moved to my side, and looked at Jacob's other hand. And he let out a deep sigh.

It was badly burnt. This skin was raw and peeling. I felt like I was going to be sick. 

"Okay. I think that's everything. So, you definitely shouldn't feed from him until he's recovered, he is far too weak to handle it. He needs to apply a soothing cream to his hand for the rest of the week- the burn hasn't been treated and has carried fairly deep into his skin. As far as the bruises and the cuts, they will heal in a few days, but be sure he's drinking a lot of blood. Don't push him to do anything strenuous. His rib should heal in a week, once I've re-broken it." Dr. Price said, eyeing me carefully.

I had accomplished what I set out to do. Jacob was indeed, broken. I hated myself. I just don't know how I let myself get so out of control.

"Doctor, I... when I did this to him, I felt... not in control." I said softly. It was embarrassing for me to admit weakness. But I felt I could trust this man, he'd been taking care of both Jacob and I since we were young. 

"Sometimes we let our emotions get the best of us... but have you noticed that this has been happening frequently?" He asked. He walked away from me and into a cabinet. He grabbed some rope and a mouth bit.

"A little. More frequently than it ever has in the past." I admitted. 

"Maybe I should do a blood test on you. There may be something wrong. Bad blood, so to speak." He said, eyeing me curiously. 

I was about to respond when Jacob moaned softly in the bed. I turned my attention to him. He opened his eyes slowly, trying to grasp where he was. 

"Alexander!" He said, panicked. I moved my hand to his face and stroked his cheek gently.

"I'm here, Jacob. You don't need to be afraid." I cooed, sinking down so my face was next to his. He turned his head to face me.

"I'm so sorry, Alex, I didn't mean to. I didn't know, I'm- I'm so sorry for what I did." He whimpered. 

"Sh, sh, sh. It's okay, Jacob. We can talk about it later." I kissed his forehead. He seemed to calm a little. "I'm not angry anymore." 

Jacob nuzzled his face against mine, and I petted his hair. I felt so sorry, so disgusted with myself. How could I have done this to him? Would I do this to him again? What if I got angry and lost control again? Could I risk this? 

Jacob gasped, and we both looked over as Dr. Price tied Jacob's wrist to the bed frame. 

"Now?!" I asked angrily. He gave me a sympathetic look. 

"It'll hurt more the more we prolong it." 

Jacob looked at me fearfully. 

"What? What's he going to do, Alexander?" Jacob asked. 

I didn't know how to answer him. I took the rope from Price and tied it around Jacob's forearm, I didn't want to put it around the burns on his wrist. The doctor placed the bit in Jacob's mouth and he looked over at me, panicked.

"Bite down on it." I said firmly. Jacob did as he was told. The doctor gave me a sad look, before placing his hands on Jacob's rib. I nodded to him, and he pushed down. 

The snap was loud. Jacob screamed. I could see the look of pure agony in his eyes, his tears fell quickly, and as he writhed against the bed, I made up my mind. 

I could never risk hurting him like this again. What Jacob and I had, it needed to end. 

Jacob sobbed quietly as I untied the ropes and pulled the bit from his mouth. And I could offer him no comfort, no apology. The doctor took the items from me, and walked away from us, giving us some privacy. 

I wanted nothing more than to take him in my arms, hold him, tell him how precious he was to me. I wanted to carry him upstairs and bandage his wounds, bathe him, pet him, lay with him. But I couldn't. Not with our father here, not with him watching us as closely as he was. 

"Master." Jacob choked out, reaching for me. His hand reached for mine, and I let him grab it. He pulled it up to his lips and kissed it a few times, he was begging for me to comfort him. I wanted to, I really did. 

"Jacob," I said softly, "I meant what I said last night." 

"I don't understand." He looked so confused and so young and so innocent. 

"I'm not your Master anymore, Jacob." I said, pulling my hand out of his. He shook his head. 

"No, no. You- you don't understand. I'm so sorry, I- I'll never do it again. I'll never disappoint you. Please- please don't leave me." He said, tears still falling slowly from his eyes. 

"Jacob, you can't change my mind. I don't want to be your Master anymore." I said firmly. 

"I-I don't know who I am without you. I've be-been yours since I was born. Alexander, I-I love you so m-much." Jacob begged. It broke my heart. He was right, he had been mine since he was born. I'd watched him grow, and learn and play. I'd had his curious eyes looking up to me for as long as I could remember. But I love him, more than anything else in this world and I can't hurt him like this any longer.

"Goodbye Jacob." I said. 

"Please don't leave me." He begged. 

I didn't look back at him as I walked calmly out of the room. I shut the door behind me. I could still hear him pleading from the other side. And I felt something in me shatter. I sunk down against the heavy wooden door, and buried my head in my hands... and cried.