Elizabeth wrapped her covers around her body, staring mindlessly at her baby pink wall obscured in darkness as the racket downstairs only grew louder. As always, it came from no one else but her father and older brother with their near-daily fights, although it's happening much later than usual this time.
Elizabeth winced at the sudden explosion of noise - they got louder.. no, just Michael. Michael always got loud. Maybe it was because the way William would speak to him so low and apathetically it would only frustrate him even more. There was a thud, like someone violently removed themself off of something - then a crash. Followed by thumping and.. it died out. For a mere second there was silence, then they went right back to arguing, or in Michaels case shouting. Elizabeth didn't want to imagine any mental images of what was going on.
They continued to fight back and forth the whole time, nothing Elizabeth could exactly comprehend, she couldn't make out what they were even fighting about. She didn't want to. If anything she's trying her best to die out the sounds of their arguing, but she knew by doing that it would be harder to tell when the inevitable happens.
It'd be harder to know when her brother would be here.
She's come to expect it by now. She knows that after a particularly bad fight with their father, or any other reason he'd have to be pent up, the first thing on his mind was her. No amount of protest or negotiation works. She knows better that everything will be easier for everyone if she simply goes blank and lets him do what he wants.
And then she heard Michael storming off. Every step getting louder and closer to her room than the next, her heart rushing and stomach churning in anticipation, only getting tenser with every sound of collision he made with the floor.
It came to a pause once he was standing right outside her door. It was just for a moment, so he wouldn't sound suspicious to their father downstairs - a moment long enough that allowed Elizabeth to take in the fact she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Him barging in her room in the middle of the day would be less stressful, at least then she doesn't have to suffer in painful foreboding that only reminded her of what she already knows is coming and there's nothing she could do about it but hopelessly lie there until her brother comes to take what he wants.
Her door was cracked open, emitting a soft creak that made her heart sink. Pushing it open further, he slipped inside her room without a sound. The light wasn't on in the hallway, no light illuminated her room while he came inside, he just snuck in within the darkness, and eventually he'd come out of it like nothing even happened. Elizabeth thinks it's eerie. He closed her door quickly afterwards, and Elizabeth knew right then that she was trapped.
She didn't say anything to him. He didn't say anything either, instead he simply stood there. Was he waiting for her to say something, or perhaps some sort of reaction? Elizabeth just focused on her breathing, refusing to move an inch.
"Liz," A sound came from the darkness behind her, quiet, but not low or airy enough to be a whisper, followed by footsteps towards her bed. "I know you aren't sleeping."
She knew it was futile to even try. Elizabeth silently shucked off the covers on top of her, but didn't turn around.
She felt his weight press onto her bed, a threatening aura shadowing her from directly behind. He leaned closer, Elizabeth's face scrunching - he smells like Old Spice and cigarettes.
"..It's kinda late." Her mouth felt so, so dry. "And.. we both have school tomorrow."
Michael didn't respond with words, but instead grabbed her body and dragged her over the edge of her own bed, forcefully turning onto her back. She isn't exactly sure why she's even trying to reason with him. It could be because she's scared of getting caught, or Evan overhearing from the next room. William could even hear them down the hallway if Michael is gonna be as ruthless as always - a part of her is praying that he'll at least be considerate about that. Maybe it's just out of desperation.
"Daddy could hear." She mutters as if he had no clue there were other people in the house at the moment. "Evan could wake up too."
"I know." Michael deadpanned, running his hands from her abdomen up to her underdeveloped chest, fondling them ever so slightly before lightly squeezing her small breasts. " God, you're so pathetic. You know these are useless, right? I don't know any guy that would want a flat bitch." He scoffed, jerkily rubbing her chest through her lacey nightgown.
They weren't loving, erotic caresses meant to pleasure her - they felt rough and sloppy, driven by a horny desire to fondle her body for his own satisfaction. She doesn't understand why he would want to when he's pointed out his distaste in her body.
Nonetheless, it brought her no pleasure anyway. She's never felt more clammy before. Every one of his little touches felt like spiders proding around her body, uncomfortably shifting her legs to avoid flinching away from him. She finds comfort in not being able to see his face in the darkness of her room. He's a pretty boy, the type of guy even friends her age would squeal over, but during these moments Elizabeth struggled to even look at him without feeling nauseous. Elizabeth knows there's so many other girls that would happily take her place. There's so many other girls his age that have curves and aren't flat that wouldn't mind being in her position, girls that Michael probably finds way more attractive and fuckable then his little sister. Elizabeth can't help but question why it has to be her.
"Big bro," Unexpectedly, she spoke out to him, using a title that she almost never uses to refer to him. Her voice was shaky, on the brink of cracking. "What if you just use my mouth? Don't you like that? I think it- I think it would make less noise too-"
"Shut up. Seriously, do you ever shut up?" His voice raised slightly out of 'quiet' bounds, clearly annoyed at her attempts at bargaining. "Why is it so hard for you to lay there and let me use you? You're a spoiled princess every other day, the least you can do is shut it and help big bro relieve some stress."
Elizabeth felt her face heat up in embarrassment at the title being used mockingly against her. She felt like he was taking his anger out on her more than 'helping' him relieve stress - both could be the case, really. But maybe that's fine. She can't help but feel guilty that Michael always gets the worst end of the stick, and that's putting it lightly. He's right - this is the least she can do for him, even if it does hurt. Even if it does make her feel disgusting and dirty.
Sighing, Michael patted her hip. "Just turn around.. you really aren't much to look at."
She obliged him, flipping onto her stomach, settling into her soft blankets. They brought her no comfort against the overbearing anticipation of what was to come, but when she noticed her yellow rabbit plush was lying right in front of her face, she effortlessly grabbed it and hugged it close, hoping it would bring her some sort of solace.
Her brother took no time to find his way to her thighs, spreading them apart without struggle. Usually she'd put up a fight with him before getting her legs spread, but right now Elizabeth knew it wasn't the time for that. Not when they need to be cautious, and she's already aggravated him enough. She still couldn't help but feel so exposed - a tinge of shame and embarrassment swirling in her chest. He'd always force her legs apart and make sure she couldn't close or kick them by settling his own between them, she was far weaker compared to her older brother anyway, it would be pointless to struggle.
Her nightgown was hitched up, revealing her white cotton panties to her brother. He takes a second to admire them, but they are quickly discarded as he pulls them down to her knees.
Her pussy is exposed, and she feels drier than the air.
Michael uses his fingers to spread her pussy lips, getting a better view of her cunt. He isn't very excited to see how bare she is, clicking his tongue in response.
"What the hell.. you can't even get wet for me, huh." Michael briefly changed his position, taking a step back to crouch low enough for his face to meet her cunt. "For someone whose only purpose is to be a set of holes, you're doing a pretty piss-poor job at it."
Without warning, she gasped at the sudden feeling of his tongue pressing between her thighs, grimacing as he lapped against her pussy in an attempt to moisturize her. It was sloppy, no kind of technique or sign that showed he knew what he was doing at all. His tongue never even met her clit, only trying to get his saliva all over her hole to wetten it. It was obvious he wasn't trying to make attempts to pleasure her, he's completely clueless to the fact that stimulating and giving attention to her weak spots could have been an easy way to get her wet - he just thinks this will ease the process of when he finally rams his angry cock inside her. Elizabeth whimpered into her plush toy, trying not to uncomfortably wriggle away from his tongue. She thought this kind of thing was supposed to make girls feel good, not icky and gross.
Pht.
"Ghh.." Elizabeth cringed, knowing that sound was Michael spitting in her vagina. A trinkle of his saliva slid out, tickling her thighs and making her clench hard at the awful feeling. She wanted to kick her legs in disgusted retaliation, squirm and writhe away, but instead hid her face in her bunny - not making this a fight sounds like the better option.
He stood back up, making sure to put his legs back in place so she couldn't protest her own even if she wanted to. The sound of him taking off that stupid studded belt of his and the unzipping of his fly was the only warning Elizabeth would get to know he would be going inside her soon. She's glad she can't see him, but no matter how hard she tries she can't imagine him as anyone else but her big brother. Not a handsome prince, or even a cute classmate of hers - it's still Michael. No one else in her head but him.
His erection was hard and past ready, lining up against her soft folds. Then, with his own saliva being the only source of lubrication, he shoved himself inside her, a place where he really shouldn't be.
It hurts.
Elizabeth struggled to focus on her breathing. She tried taking in quick short breaths, she let out heavy sighs, all in attempts to calm herself, knowing the more tense she was the harder this would be. Her fingers fumbled, trying to grip onto her bunny as hard as she could for support as Michael let out a hefty sigh behind her. His hands were squeezing her sides like hell, and he didn't care for the lack of unresponsiveness from her body, forcefully lodging the rest of his dick into her little hole. He was holding himself back - she could tell. He was holding back because at the very least, he knew it would make too much noise. The threat of their father potentially barging in is still up there, dangling above them both, and it wouldn't be too hard to wake Evan who was in the next room over. She's thankful for the bare minimum of his consideration for that.
But she didn't know how much longer that would last. She could hear him begin to get frustrated, with a push back, he thrusted, then thrusted again, painfully slow. It brought no excitement on his little sister's end, still bare as bone, and Michael was getting impatient.
His movements were so careless and rough, filled with Indication that every thrust, every time he'd pound into her, was all done to satisfy himself, demanding friction against his cock. He moves like the type of boys Elizabeth's father warned her about. With a particularly harsh thrust and a grunt from her brother, he pushed her down further into the bed by her hips and fucked into her with awkward rocking. His saliva was already starting to dry, it was like Michael was trying to hurriedly get a rhythm going before it could.
His aggressive and jerky motions were making her bed creak too loudly for comfort.
"Michael.." Elizabeth whispered cautiously, hoping he would hear and realize what he was doing.
Apparently, he didn't hear her. Paying her no mind he jolted forward again, making the bed emit another loud creak and this time hurting his sister in the process.
"Ow!" She squeaked, lifting her head up from the comfort of her plushie. "Michael! You're being too loud!"
Michael heard her clearly this time, her pained squeal even startling him from how loud it was.
In an instant he used his hand to shove her face back down, earning a muffled whimper from his sister. He leaned close, close enough for her to hear as he whispered, " You're the one being too loud."
He sounded mad. For a second Elizabeth believed he would start wrecking her poor body by going even harder, which surely would have resulted in waking up Evan or worse, their father overhearing their incestuous predicament. Thankfully, he didn't do that. Instead he pulled out of her, properly adjusting himself to properly place himself back inside of her. Slowly. He did this slowly, and gently. Not like how he forces his way in like usual, this almost felt like he cared for her sensitivity. Even when he began rocking his hips into her, it felt lenient.
That was definitely the last thing she expected. And what she expected even less was the faintest bit of wetness that was building around her brother's cock in response to his dick rubbing against her walls. It wasn't his saliva from earlier.
She hated it. To think, her pussy beginning to moisturize itself around him, making it easier for him to pound her, and the feeling of warm arousal settling in made her feel worse than while he was going at it dry. She didn't want to be wet. She didn't want to be aroused. She didn't want to feel those shocks of pleasure every time he'd hit her in a good spot, and she absolutely didn't want him knowing her arousal. She hated all of it.
His hand traveled downwards, gripping onto her hair for support. She could tell he was getting bored now, picking up the pace just enough to emit an unfortunately pleased hum from his sister. She felt so full, she could feel every inch of his throbbing cock inside her, shamefully clenching against it as if her body wanted to feel him even more. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut after feeling weight press against her back, grasping the only comforting thing she had as hard as she could into her chest.
"Mmh, fuck.. there you go, being a good toy.. " Her brother groaned. He was leaning right on her back, his mouth hovering slightly above her ear, every little noise and breath he made she could hear so clearly and up close - it felt personal. It felt intimate. "You are so lucky I have to hold back. If father wasn't awake in the other room right now I'd seriously break you."
Elizabeth shuddered. She's used to hearing her brother say filthy things, but when he's just so close and every word he said sounded so rough.. It filled her with endless shame. She felt dirty, and his talking wasn't helping, only serving as a hit over the head to remind her she was doing unspeakable acts with her own brother. In response, she could only let out a simple, quiet sob, tears threatening to stain her cheeks going unseen by Michael.
She swears she could hear his lips curl into a smirk. "Are you crying already..?"
Before she could shake her head in protest, his weight suddenly disappeared from top of her. His hands were repositioned on her hips now, getting a good grip on them before lifting her up a little. Elizabeth was a tiny girl, it was easy for him to hold her up without strain, it felt like he was lifting a bunch of feathers. Just for a second, this left Elizabeth confused on what he was doing, until it hit her. Literally.
Her brother pierced into her, directly slamming her cervix. She's never bit down harder in her life. Even in her attempts to hide her sounds, a muffled squeal could still be heard clearly. He didn't give her any time to adjust before repeatedly pounding in and out of her warm little cunt at a steady and violent pace. Being held like this by him was like every thrust felt enhanced, even deeper now, and she could feel every little twitch of his cock against her squishy walls.
She was being buried in his ravenous lust. All of his needy jerks and euphoric ramming right against her sweet spot hurt, and yet it was still driving her crazy. She hates it.
Tears were falling for real now, all of them dropping onto her rabbit toy, like it was drying her tears for her. She can't ignore how she tightens around him anymore, how his dick actually felt good, and the way he so easily held her in place for him as if he was fucking into a toy specifically made to take his dick. She really did feel like a toy, just for him to ruin and use for his own pleasure.
"Hnnh.. guh.." Her pleased moans still mimicked more of muffled groans. It was intense, but at least she knows it won't be much longer until he finishes. He's been in her enough times for Elizabeth to be able to sense the signs of when he's about to orgasm, and from how greedy his thrusting was getting along with his heavy breathing he should be just about done now..
Shorter, erratic thrusts. She doesn't need to tell him to pull out. She shouldn't need to. He'd always pull out last minute, unloading onto her back or stomach depending on the position. Hell, sometimes even her face, and getting semen out of your hair isn't a fun thing to do, but it was far better then if he came inside her. That's just crossing the line.
But he didn't show any signs of planning to pull out.
This made her nervous. Was he too far gone in his own ecstasy to notice?
"Michael.. I-I think you should pull— mmh.. pull out now.."
Can't he hear her?
Shifting her head just enough to not be muffled by her plushie, she repeated herself. "You should pull out now I think.."
The only thing she heard in response was the wet sounds of his dick aggressively pounding into her pussy. He was panting, fingers squeezing her hips uncomfortably.
"Michael!" She panicked. "I said pull out—"
"Beg."
"H-Huh.." Elizabeth hopes she misheard him.
"You don't want your big brother to impregnate you, right?" He mocked condescendingly. "Then beg me not to cum inside you."
She didn't mishear him at all.
This has to be a joke. He's going too far, right? She can't be crazy for thinking that—
"This isn't funny, Michael!" She sobbed, hiding her face into her bunny again. "I'm serious! Pull out, just pull out please-"
Her lower body felt so sore. Every assault on her g-spot forced more hot tears to roll down her cheeks.
"Don't cum inside. Don't cum inside me. Please, Michael.."
Her plea's only fell on deaf ears, it's like he told her to beg just to humiliate her. It may have dawned on Elizabeth that he never intended to stop, he never intended to pull out in the first place, but it didn't stop her from continuing to beg like her life depended on it.
"S-Stop.." She whimpered. He was on the edge of releasing, and he was still inside her, fucking her like a feral animal in heat. "Don't. Not inside. Please not inside. I hate this. Pull out. This is scary. Don't!—"
His cock spasmed, and he came.
It was hot. Not that she hasn't felt cum before, but she never realized how hot it really was now that she can feel it inside her. For him, it felt like heaven. It must be nice.
Elizabeth was nothing but a broken, crying mess. All of her pleas and begging went completely ignored, only leaving sobs that she's forcing to remain quiet despite her despair. It felt like it wouldn't end, continuous streams of semen kept spurting out as he grinded out his orgasm until the very last drop, refusing to pull out until he's completely loaded her with all of his seed.
Her bunny was drenched in tears at this point, her whole aching body was shaking. Michael, after what felt like an eternity, pulled out. His cum leaked onto her thighs just to shove it even further that he came inside her. All of his anger and frustration, projected onto his little sister that was nothing more than an absolute mess now. Finally, she was done serving her purpose for him.
Elizabeth fell to her knees, and looked back at her tormentor. He was still shrouded in the darkness of her room, but she could hear him fumbling around to fix himself up to leave soon.
"Why?"
She wasn't angry. She wasn't really upset. In fact, she doesn't even feel hate anymore. Her mind was at a total blank, complete white noise.
"Mm.." Michael hummed, doing the courtesy of lifting her back on top of her bed. That was the last time he'd touch her for tonight. "I just thought it would be adorable to hear you beg all frantic and shit. And I was right, aren't you the cutest?" His tone was dripping with condescension. It made Elizabeth feel sick to her stomach.
"Maybe I'll make you do it again. G'night, baby." Michael left her room just as quietly as he came in. She didn't even catch a glimpse of illumination, as the hallway lights were shut off when he opened her door to leave.
Maybe, just maybe, this was a sign of her brother's love.