Max crawls into her bedroom through the window that she had left open just a crack when she was leaving earlier that night. The house was dead silent, which was unusual considering the volume that Billy liked to blast his music at when their parents weren't around.
She takes her shoes off and tucks them away neatly under her bed before quietly making her way into the hallway where an ironic amount of family portraits lay framed. The only light peering through from anywhere was from Billy's bedroom, his door ajar.
Against Max's better judgement, she creeps closer to his room and lifts a hand to his door. She pushes gently, and the wood opens with a soft creaking sound before she peeks her head in.
Billy was standing by the wall; his knuckles were bruised red and his nose bloody, his hair a disheveled mess and his upper lip split. A very clear handprint mark rests over his cheek.. He was just staring, but at nothing in particular. The drywall in front of him had clearly been thoroughly abused just recently, indentations of his fists edged into it.
Max wasn't gonna question it. Billy isn't the nicest guy, and he has these moments, especially if she were to sneak out under his watch. She takes a step away from his room, only to freeze as her feet land on a particularly squeaky floorboard. Billy's head shot up in her direction, his gaze turning even more cold if that were possible.
"You came back." Billy says plainly, eyes examining the bits of dirt hidden in Max's nails. "Again." he adds, clearly aware of her rendezvous.
Max tensed. 'Are you okay?' seemed like an idiotic question with the state he's in. So instead, Max just shifts back on her feet, her grip on the doorframe tightening. Unable to keep the frustration out of her tone, she mutters "I live here."
"Funny." Billy tilts his head. "You sure as hell act like you don't want to."
He's at a breaking point. Max can see it in the way his body remains stiff with pressure, the way his eyes were locked on her like a target. It's the same as when Neil starts to go quiet before he inevitably explodes as well.
Max moves just an inch backwards. Billy's fist collides with the wall once more in an instant, the sound reverberating through the walls. Max had stumbled at the raw anger radiating off him, her eyes wide as Billy starts to shout. "YOU leave, and I have to clean up your fucking mess, Max!" he turns to her with a scowl. "When will you understand that I am responsible for the bullshit you decide to pull!?"
Max had stiffened in place, her own hand balling by her side. She ends up scoffing, entering the room with a sneer of her own "Yeah, well it's not my fault you're a crappy babysitter!" she barks back, her stubborn pride overwriting her empathy.
Billy's shoulders shake with pent-up exertion as a look of disbelief crosses his face. "I never asked to be your babysitter, you ungrateful little bitch."
Max opens her mouth to snap at him again, only for her back to hit the wall as she lets out a yelp from being shoved forward. Billy's hands dig into her shoulders and pin her in place, a bit of blood spitting out of his mouth when he yells "When will you learn that your actions have fucking consequences?!"
"Billy-" Max sputters, "what are you doing, you maniac!" her hands attempt to push him back by his chest before one of his arms moves to rest over her throat; a gasp being forced out of her.
"I have been so fucking gentle with you, you little slut." Billy growls, pressing his arm further into Max's collarbone. "Every time I take the fall, you get off without so much as a scratch."
Max whimpers, a sound that makes her grimace in humiliation. "You're hurting me." she rasps out between difficult breaths, her body wriggling against the wall and his chest.
"I'm hurting you?" Billy's eyebrows raise as he lets out a scoff, "You actually care about someone getting hurt?" his voice rises. "This is me being nice, Max! And it's less than a bitch like you deserves for the shit she pulls!"
"Nice-" Max coughs, her nails digging into Billy's arm as she attempts to pry him off. "Is– is that what Neil tells you too?" she whispers, a challenge in her glare.
Billy's expression morphs into something darker at the mention of his father and the implications that lay bare. Max regrets it the second Billy's arm starts to put more pressure on her windpipe, her eyes widening with fear.
"You wanna act grown up, Max?" Billy's chest presses her more firmly in place, his voice a low gravel; "Then take the consequences."
Max's body begins to tremble, her mind fogging up. She claws at the muscle on his arm more desperately, her nails leaving scratch marks in their wake.
"G-get-" Max gasps, her voice breaking "the fuck-" she shifts under Billy, a growl leaving her throat; "OFF OF ME!" her knee connects with his crotch, and the man releases her as he doubles over with a grunt.
Max collapses to the ground in a heap, her chest heaving as she regains her breath. She scrambles to her feet, palms catching over splinters on the wooden floor as she takes off running down the hall without looking back. She heard Billy's roar, followed by the pounding of footsteps as he charged after her.
She grabs the bottom of her window with shaky hands, her adrenaline pushing her to pry the window open and lift her leg through.
Max lets out a pained scream when she's yanked back inside by her ponytail, her hair coming loose as she thrashes wildly against her brother's grip. "Where do you think you're going?" Billy snarls, tearing her away from her escape hatch.
"You little slut. You wanna play rough? Fine, let's play rough." Billy growls, practically dragging her across the floor whilst his other hand unbuckles his belt with clumsy, quick movements. He throws Max's smaller body to the center of the room, and Max instantly tries to rise to her feet again.
Billy's hands come into contact with her and he shoves her down onto the single bed with a thud, Max's hair falling in her face. She shifts back, eyes widening as her brother double-folds his loose belt. "Maybe this will finally get through that thick skull of yours," he looms over her, the blood on his face drying up "you don't leave without my say so."
She looks every bit offended, her face scrunching up. "What the hell-"
Max's words are cut off when she lets out a strangled gasp at the feeling of leather hitting her thighs- the flesh partially exposed by her shorts. She winces, her hands instinctively moving to try and shield her legs.
"Count." Billy mutters.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Max screams, her wrists quickly being pinned above her head by one of Billy's hands, his other still gripping the leather tightly.
"You think you can do whatever you want?" Billy sneers. Without warning, he raises the belt and strikes down on his little sister again; the teenager lets out another loud cry. "Think again. I am in charge here, slut. And you will fucking listen to me."
Max's body shudders beneath Billy's larger one, her eyes watering up from the cruel stinging over her skin. Her breathing quickens as she writhes back on the bed, a grit in her teeth as she hisses "You- you're an-"
Smack!
"COUNT!" Billy roars in her face, his breathing coming out in hot puffs against her shaky exhales.
Max arches off the bed with a sob, her legs squirming in a futile attempt to squeeze her thighs away. Another loud slap rings out as Billy hits her another time.
"I'm sorry!" Max cries out, her tears spilling over as Billy leers above her.
Billy's nails dig into Max's wrists, "You want sorry?" the belt comes down again over her skin, "Let me hear you count them!"
Max wails, her hips bucking in a pitiful attempt to nudge him off. Billy swings the belt down once more, "COUNT!"
With another horrible sob, Max trembles, her body shivering beneath Billy as she looks up at him through blurry eyes. "F-f-four!" she whimpers, "Four!"
A morbid grin crosses Billy's face as he brings the leather down with a harsh spank. Tears continue to spill out of Max's eyes, her body twitching as she shook her head. "I'm sorry-" she whispers, "I'm sorry!"
Billy snickers above her, the belt momentarily tracing over her legs. "You're not sorry, not really." He sighs, raising his arm. "You're just scared of what I might do to you next. Five."
"No, no, no, I'm sorry-" Max shrieks, suffering through another hit "I'M SORRY! I'm sorry!" she rambles, voice cracking hoarsely.
"Count it, Max." Billy commands, his grip tightening around her wrists. "Count the fucking hit so I know you're still with me, that you're taking this fucking punishment."
Through sniffles, Max whispers out "Six."
Billy's expression twists into something sadistic, a smirk resting on his lips. He gives her hands a condescending rub with his thumb. "Atta girl." he squeezes her.
Max's thighs are bruised red with crimson lines now painting her flesh; beads of blood forming over the cuts.
The belt rises up in the air once more and then slams down. Max ends up letting out a violent sob and a flinch before anything even comes into contact with her.
He'd hit the bed instead.
Billy's laughter rings out through the room as he shakes his head with mirth, a grin on his face "Scared of your own shadow now, are we, slut?" he raises the weapon again, amused at how Max's body recoils instantly.
"I'm sorry…" Max whispers.
Smack!
The blood smears against her skin as the leather sends a few droplets onto her bedsheets.
"Seven!" Max weeps.
Smack!
"E-eight!.."
Billy leans back, his eyes roaming over his crying sister's body. He lets out another sick laugh, the belt still in his grip as he strokes over her bruising thighs. "Just a few more until your punishment is over, Max. You're lucky to have a brother who cares so much about your… growing." he purrs, fingers tracing the hem of her shorts.
Max doesn't understand the innuendo. Not until Billy gives her side a pat and the speaks "Come on, ass up." he demands. When her face twists into one of confusion, he tilts his own head in response. "You wanna be a big girl, don't you? Ass. Up."
Afraid of the consequences and quite frankly just wanting this to come to an end, Max lifts her hips up with a quiet wince, her heart racing. Billy stays settled between her legs, just staring down at her form for a moment. His hand leaves her wrists, and she keeps them crossed above her head.
Billy's shoulder lifts back with a show of power, and then the belt slaps down right over Max's crotch.
The scream she lets out is piercing in nature, her back arching vigorously as her struggles become more frantic and desperate.
Max reaches down to cover her crotch, fresh tears streaming down her face as she squeezed her bleeding thighs together to act as a barrier. "F-fuck, fuck-!" Max chokes, bawling.
Billy pries her legs apart by her knees, expression looking all the more amused by her enhanced panic. "Don't make me forget what number we're on now." Billy coaxes gently. He swiftly yanks her wrists and brings them above her head like before. "Otherwise we'll have to start all over again."
Max can barely form a complete sentence, the bottom half of her body in agonizing stinging. She sobs, fingers twitching on the pillow as she forces the word out through a strangled breath.
"Nine.."
Billy smirks, his hand stroking over Max's slim leg. "So you can actually listen." he murmurs in an almost contemplative manner.
"No, no, please, 'm sorry.." Max shakes her head, as if that'd make a difference.
"Go big or go home, princess."
The belt meets her clothed crotch once more as she lets out another agonizing scream, her eyes stinging with how many tears she's shed. Billy sits back for a moment, admiring the combination of colors now adorning Max's thighs.
Max's eyes are elsewhere, her mouth hanging open as she cries in a softer manner. Billy tosses the belt aside and then shifts closer, his body looming over hers as he grabs her by the chin and forces her gaze up on him.
"No more sneaking out," he tuts, "no more backtalk." Billy states. "You'll do as I say. Understand?"
Max is too scared to act defiant.
"..yes." she answers.
"Good." Billy says, a smile on his lips. His nails remain holding Max's jaw in place, and his thumb gives her skin a small caress.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Don't even think about biting or it's back to the belt for you."
The threat has Max freezing under her brother.
Slowly, with every bit of reluctance, she opens her mouth widely enough to stick her tongue out. She forces herself to stay put, even as her mortification grows at the sight of Billy's eyes lingering on her extended appendage.
His hand slides up to her mouth, his thumb sliding inside and resting over her tongue. He presses down on it, his gaze meeting her red-rimmed eyes.
"We've come to an understanding." Billy murmurs, "And if you ever try to run away again, I'll make sure your legs aren't in good enough condition for that."
Max's expression falters, and Billy spits into her open mouth.
In an instant Max gasps and swats at her brother with a sudden violent thrashing as she scrambles back, bumping her back into the headboard. Her legs raise to kick at him, only to be grabbed by Billy's hands, the man almost disappointed. "Oh Max," he growls, yanking her down by her ankles as he forces her legs around him.
Max continues to fight back, fists clenched and screaming as she punches at Billy, pure dread coursing through her veins. "You-you're an asshole! You're!- you can't fucking do that!!" she shouts, her shirt riding up with her struggles.
A hard-on presses against her crotch and it has Max in even more of a panic, her body writhing beneath Billy, whose smile holds on by his gritting teeth. He groans, "Keep shaking that pretty little ass, baby girl. It's only making me harder."
She knows it's just adding to his sick arousal, but she's too scared to stay still. She keeps fighting against his impenetrable hold, even as sharp gasps of pain leave her from his denim rutting against her bleeding cuts.
"I'm-" Max sobs, another wail leaving her as he pins her hands down once more "I'm fourteen, you- you fucking freak!"
Billy laughs at the attempt to appeal to his moral code, his grip tightening around her wrists as he brands her with bruising. "You're acting like that's a downside, sweetheart."
Max's expression twists into something worse, horror pounding in her head. She twitches violently at the feeling of his hand now pulling her shorts down to expose her underwear, her body wriggling in refusal. She sobs, shaking her head continuously "Not you, anyone but you-" she sniffles.
Billy's smirk is relaxed as he traces a finger over her clothed cunt, his touch sending another shiver through Max. His hand slips into the fabric of her panties and tugs it down to leer at the smooth picture of her pussy. Already responding- still stinging from the abuse it'd endured earlier.
"You're lucky," Billy's hand moves to shuffle his dick out of his pants "not everyone has a big brother who cares this much about them, princess."
"Please don't.." Max whispers, her breath hitching with a squeak as his cock starts to rub against her thighs.
Billy strokes his fist over his dick, purposely smearing the head of it across the bleeding lines on Max's thighs. "What? Isn't this what you wanted?" Billy coos, "You're about to become a woman, Maxine."
Max's eyes drifted down to the sight, her stomach folding on itself in mortification. "D-don't- please don't- Billy-"
"Don't worry, Max." Billy shifts, the tip of his dick now teasing her virgin lips. "I'll give you something to cry about."
"YOU'LL KILL ME!" Max screams, her legs kicking out under Billy's weight as she babbles, "YOU'LL FUCKING KILL ME!"
"Shh, shhh." Billy shakes his head, ignoring her pleas far too easily. "You're wrong, baby girl. I'm gonna show you what it's like to live."
And he pushes inside.
It's agonising, and Max's breathing barely comes out through her choked sounds. Billy's hands move to her hips as he situates himself inside of her heat with a low groan, his body tensing with the tightness. He manages to growl out "This is what happens when you're a bad, disobedient girl, Max…"
Billy pulls back with a low moan, only to slam back in again. Max's cries fill the room even more when he starts to set a harsh, brutal pace inside of his sister, his nails digging into her sides. "Fuck- finally, your mouth is being put to better use.." he huffs, entranced by the sight of his dick disappearing inside of her.
Without warning, Max's world is turned upside down as she's flipped onto her front. Billy's strong arm wraps around her as he forces her to arch into him, "Fuck, I can go deeper like this." he groans, slamming directly into her cervix as his balls slap against her with every cruel thrust
Max is writhing beneath him, a mess of tears and spit as the bed rocks under their motions. And to her own horror, she lets out a torn moan when his hand starts to grope her breast.
It hurts. The friction on the bed, her bleeding thighs, the intensity of his aggression. She feels like she's gonna collapse.
"Fuck- fuck, fuck!" Billy moans into her back, his breath coming out in rasps against her nape. "I'm gonna nut, you little slut!"
Max doesn't have a chance to refute. Not before she's flooded with her brother's cum inside of her.
And to her absolute humiliation, her body had coated his shaft in her own traitorous orgasm.
Billy slumps forward, his weight pressing her smaller form into the bed as he lets out a breathless laugh above her, arms holding her close. "Maybe you weren't begging me to stop, Max.." he murmurs, his hand giving her chest one final grope before sliding back down to her hips. He pulls out with a grunt along with a mix of cum and blood leaving Max's cunt, the fluid now trailing down onto the bedsheets. She's a mess. The sight has Billy's dick twitching again. "Did your big brother wear you out, slut?"
Max doesn't respond. Billy just gets up off the bed and starts putting his clothes back on, not an ounce of shame in him. "I'm actually proud of you, baby sister." he shrugs his shoulders. "You did alright."
Her exhausted panting sounds deafening in her own mind.
"..I will never forgive you." Max's voice comes through muffled, her face still partially hidden in her saviva-ridden pillow.
Billy takes in the view once more, his hand digging around his jeans for a pack of cigarettes before he turns to leave. "Never say never, Maxine." he slots the nicotine between his lips, "Maybe next time you'll show me some damn respect."
Max is left to wallow in her self-inflicted lesson.