The Idea Of Having A Much Older, Creepy Brother Does Things To Me.

The idea of having a much older, creepy brother does things to me.

Mom says he was all over me when I was born, finally having someone to love unconditionally. Mom also says that when I started growing up, he wouldn't let me go out, or if I did, he'd come with me, watch over me all the time. She says it was sweet back then, and it's sweet now too, how close of a bond we have.

But she doesn't know that for each time he catches a boy looking at me, he'd make sure to fuck my brain's out once we're home. He'd be so deep inside me, panting against my neck like some animal, slapping my tits and biting into my neck to leave teeth marks.

"You tell that cunt" - He'd stop mid sentence to breath into my scent - "That if I see him near you one my time, I'll break his jaw...then fuck you in front of him." - He chuckles, running his hand over my neck, then squeezing it to see how my eyes roll back.

How sweet it's that we still get along so well. Mom sometimes gets teary eyed when she thinks of what relationship me and my big brother have. She's so proud that we love one another so much.

"My sister's mine, all fucking mine. No one is ever going to take you from me, understood?" - My big brother would say in a low, almost angry voice, drilling into my hole with his nose buried into my neck, his cock twitching inside me at the sweet scent that entered his nostrils.

He'd seems so obsessed, so sick in the head for me, like a mad dog. Breathing in, biting, scratching, exactly like an animal marking it's territory. And I'd let him. I'd let my big brother have his way with me. Always.

And yet, mom still praises him for how he treats me. In her head, we're just siblings who loved one another above everything. So sweet, right?