Ohh my brother's dick!(5)

Chapter 5: Owned & Ruined

I could smell the danger coming from the black SUV packed outside. We were parked right outside the abandoned warehouse where the Moreno syndicate had called the meeting. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, and in my freshly fucked pussy.

Damien had dressed me like his personal whore: tiny black dress with no panties, the thick leather collar locked around my neck, a remote vibrator buzzing low inside me on the lowest setting. My thighs were already trembling.

“Show them you’re mine,” he growled, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, still slick from the quick fuck he’d given me in the hallway before we left. “Suck your step-brother’s cock while they watch from the window.”

I didn’t hesitate, I leaned over the console, ass up toward the tinted window, and took him deep into my mouth. The vibrator kicked up a notch as he pressed the remote. I moaned around his shaft, drooling, gagging, sucking like my life depended on it. Because it did.

Damien’s hand fisted my hair, guiding me faster. “That’s it… let them see what a good little sister you are. How eagerly you choke on family cock.”

I heard the warehouse door open. Footsteps. Low voices. They were watching. The thought made me come instantly, a silent, shaking orgasm that soaked the leather seat. Damien groaned and pumped his load straight down my throat, thick and hot. I swallowed every drop, then sat up with cum-shiny lips, looking straight at the two dangerous men standing ten meters away.

One of them nodded. Proof accepted.

The meeting lasted less than five minutes. Damien handed over a thick envelope. They left. But the hunger in his eyes when he looked at me afterward said the real night was just beginning.

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He took me to a luxury hotel on the edge of the city. Top floor suite. The second the door locked, he became feral.

He ripped the dress off me, shoved me onto the massive bed, and cuffed my wrists to the headboard. Then my ankles, spread so wide my pussy was completely exposed, dripping, aching. The collar chain was attached to a hook above the bed, keeping my head pulled back.

Damien stood over me, belt in one hand, cock rock hard again.

“You’re not leaving this room until I’ve bred you properly,” he said.

“Look at you, little sister… legs spread wide for the man who used to push you on the swing. Now you’re just a dripping hole for my cock.”

“Yes… I’m your dirty little sister… fuck me harder, please!”

“This pussy was made for me. Say it. Tell me whose cunt this is.”

“It’s yours! My step-brother’s forbidden pussy!”

He started with the belt. Ten hard cracks across my tits, my thighs, my dripping cunt. Each strike made me scream and gush more. Pain and pleasure twisted together until I was begging, crying, humping the air.

“Count them, slut. Count every strike while I’m balls-deep in the pussy I’m not supposed to touch.”

“One… fuck— two! Please don’t stop… I’m so close!”

“You’re clenching so hard. You love being used like this, don’t you? Love being your big brother’s secret cumdump.”

Then he climbed on top of me.

He slammed inside in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep. The stretch was insane. I felt every vein, every pulse. He fucked me like he hated me, deep, punishing strokes that made the bed slam against the wall.

“Say it,” he growled, hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes.

“I’m your little sister… I belong to you… breed me, Damien… please fill me with your baby!”

“Gonna pump you so full tonight. Gonna breed my own little sister until your belly swells. You want my baby, don’t you?”

“Yes! Breed me… fill me up… I want your baby inside me!”

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.”

He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers.

“Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.”

“I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

“The collar stays on. You’re mine now, My sister, My whore, my everything.”

But he wasn’t done.

He flipped me over, ass up, face down, and took me again. Then again. Each round rougher. He used the belt as a leash. Made me ride him while he choked me. Came in my mouth, on my tits, then back inside my pussy for another breeding load.

By 4 a.m. I was a shaking, cum-covered wreck. My pussy was swollen, red, leaking nonstop. My voice was gone from screaming.

Damien finally uncuffed me and pulled me into his arms. Tender now. His fingers gently stroked my collar as I lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I don’t want thirty days,” I whispered, voice raw. “I want forever. Keep me. Own me. Ruin me completely.”

He was quiet for a long moment. Then he kissed the top of my head.

“I already paid half the debt,” he said softly. “Using your mother’s emergency accounts. She’ll never know… unless I tell her.”

My eyes widened. Another betrayal. Another layer of control.

But instead of anger, fresh heat flooded between my legs.

Damien tilted my chin up, eyes dark with possession.

“The collar stays on, Ellie. Permanently. You’re mine now. Not for thirty days. Not for a year. For good.”

I shivered with pure need and kissed him deeply, already grinding against his thigh like the addicted little sister I had become.

But as I drifted off in his arms, safe, owned, and full of his cum…

My phone lit up on the nightstand with a single message from an unknown number.

“We know what you two are doing. And we want the rest of the debt… or we take her for ourselves. 48 hours.”