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Big Brother’s Sex Slave

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He deepened the kiss and started to rub my clit. I moaned loudly, causing him to pick up the pace.

When I was 12 my 18 year old brother Max went off to college half way across the country. He came back to visit every summer and during spring break. Every summer my parents go off on an “exotic” vacation for the whole summer so it was usually only me and my brother. This year was his last year at college and he was moving into an apartment about 20 minutes away from the house and I planned to move in with him so this was our last summer in the house. This was after six years of studying away from home so I was now 18 and he was 24. I considered myself a reasonably attractive person. I had long blonde hair and fair skin. Light blue eyes and freckles. I had B-Cup tits and a reasonably sized ass. I preferred to wear skin tight clothes or sweat pants and crop tops. This was the summer it started.
“I’m home!” Max called from the entryway.
I ran downstairs to greet him. I was wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of skin tight black shorts that ended just below my ass.
“Max! Your home!” I smiled and ran to give him a hug. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. He set me down and sniffed the air.
He grinned. “Are those your famous cinnamon buns I smell?”
I giggled. “Of course! Do you want some?”
He looked at me like I was insane. “Do I want some. OF COURSE I want some!”
He set his stuff down in the living room and followed me into the kitchen. I opened the oven and reached for the tray without mitts on. Just as my hand wrapped around the pan I screamed and pulled it back. Tears streamed down my face as the searing pain spread throughout my hand. Max immediately ran over to me and pulled my hand gently to him.
“Holy shit, My, what were you thinking?!” He scolded me as he gently lead me to the sink.
He flipped on the cold water so it was streaming out slowly. He pulled me in front of him and held my hand under the water. The cold numbed some of the pain but it still hurt like hell. Max’s other hand was set on my waist. I felt him pressed up against me, his breath warm on my neck, his 6’9 body towering over my 4’2 one. Max worked out at least once a day for four hours so he was ripped. His brown blonde hair fell messily over his eyes slightly, his tan skin rippled with muscles. He readjusted so his dick was pressing into my ass. His dick was hard and even through my shorts and his sweatpants I could feel it’s huge length. My breath hitched as he noticed how close we were. He pressed closer to me, studying my hand.
“You need to get to the hospital so this doesn’t get infected.” He whispered softly.
“A-alright.” I choked out, still crying.
He nuzzled my neck with his sharp, scruffy jaw. “It’ll be alright.”
I relaxed a bit and he stayed there holding me until I stopped crying. I sighed and leaned back into him. His hand that was sitting on my waist wrapped around my stomach, pulling me closer to him. I felt his dick through his pants pressing against my ass and I didn’t want to move. Doing this seemed so right but wrong at the same time.
“Ready to go?” Max whispered into my ear.
“Yeah.” I sighed.
“Want me to carry you?” Max offered. “Or do you want I to walk by yourself?”
“I’ll walk,” I said trying to step before faltering and almost falling over before Max’s strong arms wrapped around me, scooping me up.
“How did you know I was going to fall?” I asked.
“I burned myself back in my second year. I was wicked lightheaded and need my dorm mate to drive me to the walk in.” He explained, walking over to the door.
He stooped over and picked up my slippers and slid them on my feet. Our husky, Colby, whined at him and followed us outside. Max let Colby out with us and walked over to his car. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. Colby hopped in and jumped into the backseat. Max lowered me into the car and helped me with my seatbelt. The searing pain of the burn was coming back slowly.

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5 Comments

  • Reply Anonymous ID:c1zh4j7d42

    The hell, where is sex slave part?

  • Reply dissapointed reader :( ID:2ll6992dm29

    Where’s the rest? she burned her hand but so far no “sex slave” part at all. This is just the intro… where is the rest of the story?

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