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Ohhh my Brother's Dick!

Chapter 4: Deepening Debt

The next morning started with a text that changed everything.

Damien’s phone buzzed on the nightstand while I was still curled against his chest, sore and sticky from the night before. His cum had leaked out of me all night, leaving my thighs crusty and my pussy throbbing with a constant low ache. I loved it. I hated how much I loved it.

He read the message and his body went rigid.

“Moreno’s men,” he growled. “They want proof I’m handling the collateral. They’re coming for a visit in three days unless I show them you’re fully claimed.”

My stomach twisted, but my clit pulsed hard at the word “claimed”.

Damien looked down at me, eyes dark. “Time to train you properly, little sister.”

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He started with the collar, black leather, soft inside but with a heavy silver ring at the front. He made me kneel naked in the middle of the living room, thighs spread wide so he could see how wet I already was. My juices glistened on my shaved pussy lips, my clit swollen and peeking out.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered.

I looked up as he buckled it around my throat. The leather was snug, not choking but impossible to ignore. A constant reminder. He clipped a thin silver chain to the ring and gave it a light tug. The pull went straight to my core.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you,” I whispered, voice husky. “Your little sister… your property.”

“Good girl.”

He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers deep into my soaked cunt without warning. I gasped, hips bucking. He finger-fucked me slowly, curling against that spongy spot inside while his thumb circled my clit. The wet sounds were obscene. I was dripping down his wrist in seconds.

But every time I got close… right on the edge, thighs shaking, moans turning into desperate cries …he pulled his fingers out.

Edging.

For two straight hours he tormented me. On the couch. Bent over the kitchen island. On my knees with his cock down my throat while he denied me. Every time I begged, he only smirked.

“Not yet. You come when I say you come.”

By the time he finally tied me to my own bed, I was a sobbing, dripping mess. Arms stretched wide and cuffed to the headboard, legs spread obscenely and tied to the bottom posts with soft black ropes. The collar chain was looped around the headboard too, forcing my head slightly back. My pussy was on full display puffy, bright pink, literally drooling arousal onto the sheets.

Damien stood at the foot of the bed, belt in his hands. He doubled it over.

“Ten strokes for every day I was away thinking about this forbidden pussy,” he said. “You’re going to count them.”

The first crack of leather across my inner thigh made me scream. Pain bloomed hot, then melted into liquid pleasure. By the fifth stroke on my tits, my nipples were bright red and I was grinding the air, desperate for anything inside me.

“Please… Damien… I need to come…”

He dropped the belt and climbed between my spread legs. His cock was rock hard, angry and leaking. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, coating himself in my cream, teasing my clit until I was babbling.

Then he slammed in to the hilt.

I screamed again, back arching off the bed. The ropes held me open as he fucked me mercilessly deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and the collar tug against my throat with every thrust. The wet slap of his heavy balls against my ass filled the room.

“Listen to how sloppy your cunt is for your step-brother,” he groaned, pounding harder. “So fucking greedy. You were born to take this cock.”

He reached down and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he fucked me. My orgasm hit like a freight train. I squirted around his cock, soaking his abs and the sheets, screaming his name until my voice broke. He didn’t stop. He kept railing me through it, chasing his own release.

“Gonna breed you, Ellie,” he growled, hips snapping. “Fill this taboo womb until it swells with my baby. You want your step-brother’s child, don’t you? Say it.”

“Yes!” I cried, another orgasm ripping through me. “Yes, breed me…please fill me up!”

He buried himself deep and came with a guttural roar. Pulse after thick pulse of hot cum flooded my pussy, so much it spurted out around his cock with every twitch. He stayed inside me, grinding slowly, pushing it as deep as possible.

When he finally pulled out, he took his phone and recorded a short video of his cum leaking from my used hole.

“For the Morenos,” he said, but his eyes told me he was keeping it for himself too.

Later that evening, while I was still wearing nothing but the collar and a short silk robe, he made me record another video.

I sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, fingers lazily playing with my cum-filled pussy while looking straight at the camera.

“My name is Ellie Voss,” I said breathlessly, voice thick with lust. “Damien is my step-brother… and I’m his dirty little fucktoy. I love when he uses me. I love when he breeds me. I don’t want this to end.”

Damien’s cock was rock hard again by the time I finished.

But the real test came during dinner.

Mom called on video.

I was sitting on Damien’s lap at the kitchen island, robe open, his thick cock buried deep inside me. He answered the call casually, one arm around my waist holding me still while his other hand rested on the table.

“Hi honey!” Mom’s cheerful voice filled the room. “How are you two getting along?”

Damien gave a slow, deep thrust upward. I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood.

“We’re… good,” I managed, voice shaky. “Really good.”

His fingers found my clit under the table and started rubbing tight, perfect circles while he kept chatting with Mom like nothing was happening. Every tiny shift of my hips made his cock drag against my G-spot. I was clenching around him, fighting not to moan.

“You sound a little flushed, Ellie. You okay?”

Damien pinched my clit and thrust up hard at the same time.

“Y-yes Mom,” I whimpered. “Just… warm in here.”

I came silently on his cock while talking to my own mother , waves of pleasure crashing through me, pussy gushing around him. Damien followed right after, pumping another load deep inside me without making a sound.

When the call ended, he kissed the back of my neck and whispered,

“Good girl. Tomorrow they come for proof. And you’re going to show them exactly how owned you are.”

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