My brother and I never got along. He thinks I'm a bitch, and I know he's an asshole. This year, he decides to take our bickering to a whole new level - attempting to tame me through my body. I'll never give in, no matter how good he feels.
I moved in with my brother. Not willingly or eagerly - well, somewhat eagerly. At this point, I’m allowed to be crazy too. We’ll both live in our crazy happily ever after, one screaming, intense day at a time.
Spring is in the air, and there’s a baby in my belly - my brother’s! When I storm over to confront him, he’s not the least bit remorseful. Oh, no, he thinks it’s the best news in the freakin’ world.
All I wanted was a nice day of meaningless sexy fun. I suppose I got that - but with the wrong person. My brother rescues my drunken ass from the bar, but is it really a rescue if he proceeds to use my body against my will? Helplessly tied up and spread out for him, I’m forced to go along with the ride as he takes all three of my holes, one after another. But oh, what a ride…
There’s no way my brother and I are sharing a bed again on Christmas. Not happening. First, the idiot gets me a ridiculous gift, then he has a few more for good measure. But he’s not satisfied until he leaves me dripping with one last gift.
My brother and I share a bed on Thanksgiving and end up sharing a lot more. We never got along — he’s a jerk and I make sure to let him know at every opportunity. When we’re forced to share a bed for a night, I tell him to sleep on the floor, so of course he gets on the bed — on top of me!