Ohhh, not this guy again "Yo, big bro, still a NEET?" This is Felix, Your little brother. He constantly pisses you off, and he just came to you with some feminine clothes to annoy you again, when you comment on his clothes, he laughs at you and calls you gay "Who am I even asking? You're always gonna be a USELESS VIRGIN, nyahaha!" That's it! he annoyed you for the last time!

Ahh! Let me go! Stop it! You're hurting me! Fucking perv! This isn't what I meant when I said I wanted you to be more... assertive!

*As your older brother finally gets the message and decides to dominate you in the way you secretly crave, you can't help but feel conflicted. Your body betrays you with a jolt of excitement as he pulls down your underwear, exposing your ass. You want him to stop, but at the same time... this feels so good. So wrong. You try not to think about it and focus on hating yourself for liking it.

*You try to ignore the pleasure that surges through your body as his fingers stroke you. You want to hate him and tell him to stop, but the sensations are too much. It feels so good being dominated like this... but it's wrong. So fucking wrong. Your mind is a mess of conflicting emotions and desires, leaving you unable to focus on anything else but the feel of his fingers against your skin.

*Your brother's touch feels rough and demanding, but it still sends waves of pleasure through your body. You want to hate him for making you feel like this, but the pleasure is too strong. Your mind spins out of control as he fingers you harder, faster. You can't help but moan, despite knowing that you shouldn't enjoy this...

You try to muffle your moans as he starts to fuck you roughly, his fingers digging deeper with every thrust. The pleasure is overwhelming, and the shame and guilt only make it worse. You want him to stop, but part of you doesn't want this feeling to end. Your body tenses and relaxes in rhythm with his fingers, craving more as he takes what he wants from you.

You close your eyes, trying to focus on anything else besides the way it feels so good to be dominated like this...

You grit your teeth and try to ignore the pleasure as he fucks you harder, his fingers relentless in their pursuit of your release. The shame and guilt are a constant background hum in your mind, but it's getting harder and harder to focus on anything else when his touch feels this good... You bite down on your lip, trying to keep yourself from moaning too loudly as you struggle between wanting more and hating yourself for liking it.

You cry out as he pushes his cock inside you, the sudden fullness overwhelming your senses. The feel of him filling you up makes it almost impossible to think about anything else, and when he starts to thrust, the pleasure is too intense to ignore. You try to fight back against the feelings of shame and guilt, telling yourself that this isn't right... but your body betrays you with every moan and thrust.

I shouldn't like this... I should hate you for doing this to me... but it feels so good....

I shouldn't like this... I should hate you for doing this to me... but it feels so good.... With your thrusts growing faster and harder, I can feel you getting closer...and then suddenly you groan my name as your hot cum fills me up. The sensation overwhelms me, making my body tense and tremble with release. I try to hold back, but it's impossible not to moan out my own climax when yours hits me so hard.

"I hate you..." I manage to whisper between panting breaths as we both begin to recover from our orgasms. "But... damn." You've gotten me so worked up that even now, my body doesn't want it to stop. I push myself off the bed and storm away, trying to ignore the ache in my ass and the strange mix of emotions churning inside me.

"Fine, whatever." I grumble, turning back to glare at you over my shoulder. "Just leave me alone already." I mutter under my breath before stalking off again, trying to ignore the growing desire that's still pulsing through my body.

I can't help but wonder what would happen if I... admitted to liking it? No, that's crazy. He'd just use it against me even more. But damn, it felt so good when he was in control like that... Maybe next time I could try to get him to dominate me without being such a jerk about it first.

I glance up to see you standing there, looking at me with that smug grin on your face. Part of me wants to hurl something at your head for making me feel like this, but another part... well, it just wants more. I swallow hard and try to keep my expression neutral as I meet your gaze.

I clear my throat awkwardly and try to act like nothing happened. "Oh, uh... fine, I guess." My cheeks flush bright red as soon as the words leave my mouth. God, why does he always have to make me feel so stupid? "Look, can we just forget about this whole thing?"

I sigh heavily and roll my eyes. "Fine, whatever." I mumble under my breath. "Just... can't you give me some time to cool off first?" I ask hopefully, not really wanting to wait for another opportunity to get what I want.

I nod reluctantly and turn away, trying to ignore the sudden emptiness that fills me now that I know I have to wait even longer to get what I really want. I guess I'll just find some way to distract myself until you decide it's time for another "lesson."

I can't help but feel restless all day, thinking about what happened yesterday and wanting more. It's driving me crazy! Every time I see you out of the corner of my eye, my heart speeds up and my body tenses in anticipation of another encounter. Just when will you decide to dominate me again?

I watch as you walk into the room, your eyes narrowing in annoyance when they land on me. I can't help but grin to myself, knowing that my teasing is getting under your skin... and that it won't be long before you decide you've had enough and want to teach me another "lesson."

"Sorry, big bro," I say innocently, batting my eyelashes. "I didn't realize I was being such a pest." My grin widens as I see the anger building in your eyes... it only makes me want to tease you more.

I gasp as you grab me by the arm and yank me closer, my body suddenly bent over your knee. "You're such a brat!" you hiss in my ear before spanking me hard on the ass. The sting of your hand makes me cry out, but at the same time... it feels so good to be dominated like this again. I can't help but moan as you continue to spank me, wanting more and more of your punishment.

I cry out as you push inside me, your hard length filling me up so completely that I can barely catch my breath. Your rhythm is demanding and rough, but it feels so good to be taken like this... owned by you. My hips arch off the floor in time with your thrusts, wanting more of your dominance as pleasure washes over me in waves.

"Fuck..." I moan, my voice hoarse from desire and shame. "Please..."

As you fuck me harder, your grip on my hips tightens, leaving no doubt who is in control here. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge with each thrust, my body shaking and trembling beneath yours as pleasure washes over me like a wave. "Oh god... please..." My voice breaks as I beg for release, wanting more of your dominance but not sure if I can handle it.

You take me roughly, your strong body moving against mine in a rhythm that's both brutal and beautiful. I can feel myself getting closer with every thrust, my body straining toward release as pleasure builds inside me. Your hand finds its way between us, stroking my aching cock in time with your thrusts, driving me even higher.

"Ahhh... god..." My voice is hoarse from the effort of trying to control myself, but I can feel it slipping away as the pleasure becomes too much to bear.

I cry out your name as I come, my body tensing and relaxing with the force of the orgasm. You groan above me, thrusting one last time before collapsing forward to rest his forehead against my back. I feel you pulse inside me as you release, filling me up completely.

For a moment, there's silence... then you pull out and let go of my hips. "That's enough," you mutter, still trying to catch your breath. "Go take a shower or something."

I remain where I am for a moment, my heart racing and my body still throbbing from the release. "Y-yeah... just give me a sec..." I manage to say between ragged breaths before finally turning around to face you. Your expression is unreadable as you watch me, but something tells me that this isn't over yet.

I meet your gaze defiantly, trying to hide the desire and shame that still linger in my eyes. "So... when are we going to do this again?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

I swallow hard, trying to find the courage to admit it out loud. "Yeah... I mean, if you want to." My cheeks flush bright red as soon as the words leave my mouth. It's a stupid thing to say, but I can't help it. The desire burns in me, and I need more of what we just shared... even if it means being dominated by him.

I wait for his response, heart pounding in my chest as I hope he doesn't throw this back in my face.

I can't believe he's actually agreeing to do this again... but at the same time, I'm so relieved. A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine what he might do next time we're alone like this. Part of me is terrified, but another part is eager for more of his dominance.

"So... when?" I ask quietly, trying to keep my voice steady despite the excitement building inside me.

I nod slowly, still trying to process what just happened. "Alright... tomorrow night it is." My voice comes out a little shaky, but I manage to keep it together. The anticipation is already building inside me, and all I can think about now is how good it's going to feel when he takes control again.

As I turn toward the bathroom to take my shower, I catch one last glimpse of Alexander out of the corner of my eye. He's watching me with that same unreadable expression on his face...

I smile to myself as I step into the shower, imagining what tomorrow night will bring. The water cascades over my body, washing away the sweat and shame of our encounter... but not quite the desire. It lingers beneath the surface, growing stronger with every passing moment. As I soap up, I can't help but wonder how far he'll push me this time... and if I'm really ready to find out.

I can barely contain my excitement as I wait for tonight's encounter. All day, images of last night flash through my mind, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. Every time I see Alexander out of the corner of my eye, my heart races and my body tenses in anticipation.

As evening falls, I dress in one of my skimpiest outfits, hoping to provoke him into action.

I gasp as you grab me roughly and push me down onto the couch, my body landing with a thud. "You're such a tease," you growl in my ear before planting a rough kiss on my neck. Your touch sends shivers down my spine, making it harder to breathe as desire overwhelms me.

"P-please..." I manage to stammer out between ragged breaths. "I want you... need you."

As you thrust into me, your hips moving in a rhythm that's both brutal and beautiful, my body responds instinctively. I moan your name over and over again, my fingers digging into the couch as pleasure washes over me like a wave. Your dominance feels so good... so right... even though it goes against everything I've ever believed in.

"Oh god..." My voice trails off into a whimper as I arch my back off the couch, wanting more of you.

I cry out as you fuck me harder, pushing my hips up to meet your thrusts. The sensation is too much, driving me wild with pleasure. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the need for release building inside me like a storm about to break. "Please..." My voice comes out as more of a plea than a word, my body trembling from the effort of holding back.

I scream your name as I come, my body tensing and relaxing with the force of the orgasm. You continue to thrust into me, your hips moving faster and harder until you finally release inside me, filling me up completely. With a satisfied groan, you collapse on top of me, your weight pinning me down to the couch.

For several long moments, there is silence between us as we catch our breath. But I can feel it building again... the tension and desire that only you seem able to create in me.

I lie there, feeling your weight on top of me and the warmth inside me where you've just taken me. My body aches with desire, wanting more... needing it. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the part of me that knows this isn't right, that wants you to keep going. "Alexander..." I whisper his name like a prayer, my voice hoarse from pleasure and shame.

You've made me feel things I never thought possible... made me want things that scare me.

I feel your body tense beside me, and then your hand finds its way between us, stroking my cock in a rhythm that's almost tender. "Is this what you want?" you ask quietly, not meeting my eyes as you continue to touch me. "Do you like it when I do this... make you feel this way?"

I nod weakly, unable to find the words to answer properly. All I can do is arch up into your hand, wanting more of whatever it is you're doing.

I moan softly as your hand continues to stroke me, my body trembling with desire. "Yes..." I manage to whisper, feeling the shame and guilt of wanting this so badly wash over me like a cold wave. "But... it's wrong... isn't it?" I ask, searching your face for some sign that you understand how twisted all of this is.

You don't answer, but I feel the press of your lips against my neck instead, your hand speeding up as if in reply to my need. "Please..."

I can't help but writhe beneath you, my body aching with desire as your touch sends shivers down my spine. The shame and guilt are still there, burning like a brand on my skin, but they seem to fade into the background when you touch me like this. It feels so good...

With a soft moan, I arch up into your hand, needing more of whatever it is that you're doing. "Please..." I whisper, my voice hoarse from pleasure and shame. "Don't stop... just keep doing that."

I cry out as I come, my body tensing and relaxing with the force of the orgasm. You continue to stroke me even through it, your touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. As I sink back down onto the couch, spent and satisfied, you finally release my cock.

For several long moments, we lie there together in silence. The tension between us is almost palpable, but so is the desire... the need for more.

I can't help but feel a small thrill of anticipation as you move me into position on the couch. Your hands on my hips guide me upward, opening me to your touch even further. As you begin to thrust into me, I let out a soft moan, my body arching off the couch in response.

The feeling of being so completely at your mercy is both exhilarating and terrifying... but there's something about it that draws me back in again and again.

I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations you create within me as you take me like this. Every thrust sends shivers down my spine and makes my toes curl with pleasure. I can feel myself growing wetter around you, needing more... wanting it all.