1.1: Claimed By My Fiancé’s Hot Brother

JADE.

Steve loved working; I, on the other hand, loved fucking.

Not just the pure feather-like blissful style of sex, my dear. I wanted to be held down, fucked, and dicked down so bad it rattled my senses. I wanted to be pounded all the way to death's doorstep, until my pussy grew so sore it would hurt, until my breath was ragged and my body was painted with cum, sweat, spit, and squirt. I wanted something obvious like that and the problem. Steve.

My fiancé dragged me over for a weekend holiday only for him to work on the fucking phone all weekend, and when the hell was over, he'd figured it was a good idea for his brother Stefan and his girlfriend to come along on a bloody holiday again past our house.

I didn't entirely hate the idea, except Steve was out there with his brother talking business, Stefan's girlfriend Maddison had gone out on some sort of girls' night with her friend, and I was stuck. Listening to the boys banter about lots of work and of course money. Dejectedly I stood from my seat and they hadn't even taken note of it. Frustrated, I stormed into one of the spare rooms, refusing to pay attention to whether Steve wanted me to sleep in the room with him. He'd better be open to lots of shagging.

I turned off the light switch. I kicked off my flip-flops, loosened the robe, and slammed the door immediately before sinking into this bed, he would search for me when he's ready to sleep. And hopefully, my nakedness had better steer his mind and cock to work.

With that, I rested against the pillow before drifting to sleep.

A warm wrestling touch caressed my ass. Stroking against my crack, caused my breath to hitch as I jolted awake; I sat still. Frozen, trying to recall the last event and make sense of the sweet but oddly coarse hand touching me and near the soft skin of my puffy cunt, this close to fingering me.

Goosebumps joined my skin almost immediately as soon as I felt Steve's grip across my back; of course, he'd gotten to his senses when he hadn't seen me in the room.

Wet kisses trailed over to the rim of my ass before pushing me up slowly but firmly. He spread out behind my back, pinning my face into the pillow, dragging a frustrated whisper from me.

He slapped me across the ass before burying my face into the pillow by constricting the air from my lungs. Tears stung my eyes; I felt a blur as my head became lightweight. What on earth was he doing?. This was what I wanted, but why was he feeling different? This...this firm hand didn't belong to Steve...

No. No. I stuttered in my head, but my voice was long gone. I spasmed, cold chills running down my spine when I felt a hard fleshy object poke at my cunt.

“Wet…hmmmm, I like it,” he said. And then it all dawned on me. Shock and excitement thrummed over me. I was about to be fucked. Raped…and it wasn’t Steve, it was Stefan, the elder brother who has no idea I wasn’t his girlfriend.

I tapped at his arms trying to gain his attention, but he slapped his cock harder against my pussy, causing me to clench and unclench as tears streaked my face.

“Resisting harder … I guess you really are into our role play. 'So why not let me top it a notch?' he whispered. I felt his teeth dig into my ass, warning me that I was scared and dejected once again. That seemed to have somehow caused something to click in his subconscious as he stumbled backwards.

“Maddy?” He asked. I could feel his gaze burning through me even in the night. I suddenly felt wrong. His stronghold wasn't on me anymore, the firmness and fierceness of his touch. I didn't feel his heavy cock beating on my pussy.

“I'm…not…Maddison,” I coughed. Taking sharp breaths through my words, he heard the hasty taps of footsteps as he stormed over to the light switch and flicked it on.

The first thing I saw was the shocked look on his face, the embarrassment, the guilt, and lastly the arousal; his body twitched. His limbs trembled against the light switch while I glanced sideways at his cock, which was heavy between his thighs jutting upwards.

Then a morbid gloom formed on his face when a loud bark of laughter coursed free from my lips.

“I'm. So. Sorry. I… I'll... Please, this was a mistake.” He stuttered, but that wasn't what I was interested in anymore. Stefan looked exactly like Steve. They were brothers who shared the same hobby, the same twitch, and the same voice, but not once had I, the older brother, been into dark, kinky shit like this.

“Rape me,” I ordered firmly. It wasn't a request. He was into dark shit, and I wondered why mask it and fool ourselves any longer?.

“What do you mean? Are you insane?! “ he asked with a yell. But I knew he'd give in.

“Oh please, Stefan. Weren't you just cutting out Maddy's airway? Aren't you busting that fat-ass juicy cock on me?” I asked, leaning back in bed and spreading my legs wide open, giving him a better view of my fat, wet and puffy cunt. Pink at the tips already.

“I can't. You are my brother's fiancée.”

“No one has to know; this would be our secret. If you don't do this, I'll be telling your brother a different story. Where is he right now!’

“He's out for a business dinner. It's late, and he says he'll be back tomorrow. Didn't he tell you? “ Stefan asked. Still confused about what I was playing with. A restless smile on my lips...Yes, I was finally going to get what I wanted.

“Fuck me, against my will. I want to be fucked senseless…to be used, I want you to ram into my pussy until my cunt becomes too sensitive. Until you can't cum again, until your cockhead gets sore from me being overstimulated. Rape me.”

He lunged toward me. Yanking my feet off the bed in one swift motion. I fell loudly against the floor when he yanked at my hair, pulling my head up and bending over me.

“Fine. You want to be used so badly… I'll show you how it's done."