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kaden (22) has been obsessed with his older sister khloe (31) for a long time, but has never acted on it. but now that she's engaged to a handsome gentleman and is moving away, he feels the need to get his hands on her. he wants to teach her a lesson; she can't just leave him behind—not without consequences.
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It wasn't the first time Kaden had texted her asking to pick him up from a God-forsaken place, but it probably would be the last. Next month, she was moving to a different city, and then she wouldn't be able to drive him around like she'd done in the past years. She'd lost count of how many times she'd driven him to parties—some at locations she wasn't sure were safe—or picked him up completely wasted. At least this time, he sounded somewhat sober; there were no grammar mistakes in his text. Kaden: Hey sis. I fucked up. Please come to the address I'm sending you. Don't tell anyone, especially mom and dad. Khloe: Fine, I'm leaving now, but be ready when I get there! I don't have time for your bullshit today. I've got an appointment in the morning. She should have plotted the location in before she agreed to pick him up. Not only was it a thirty-minute drive from her place, but it seemed to be in the middle of the fucking woods. But when she eventually got there, she was mistaken. Well, almost. It was in the middle of the woods, but it was a warehouse of sorts; an old, run-down facility. As she got closer, she realized it had to be some sort of nightclub—an illegal one, too, if she were to guess. What the fuck was her little brother doing here? She knew her brother often got himself in trouble, and this time was probably no different, but this didn't look like a place for him. No, this looked more like a place criminals met when they finally got out of prison. The last thing she wanted was to get out of the car, but when Kaden didn't answer her texts or calls, he left her with little choice. "Damn it," she muttered as she slammed the car door shut. He'd better be ready, or she was going to leave without him. She wasn't about to let him ruin her beauty sleep because of some stupid club. "Hey! Do you know Kaden? Have you seen him?" she asked a group of people hanging right outside the entrance. They looked her over—almost as if they recognized her— before pointing towards the back of the club. "Thanks." If she didn't find Kaden within the next minute, she was leaving without him. She specifically told him to be ready when she got there, and now he'd gone radio silent. Khloe did not have time for this shit. "Kaden!" she tried to yell over the loud music, her eyes roaming every corner of the room. Where the fuck was he? |
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They knew her because Kaden had been reeling about her since she announced her engagement AND her move. There were the odd jokes about how the leading figure in their illicit band of colorful characters may be a tad attached to his big sister. Especially when he liked to show off the pictures he had access to through cloning her phone. There were very few arguments from his fellow criminals on whether she was beautiful or not, despite being eight or so years his senior, but his focus on certain private shots meant for her boyfriend, now fiancee, was too telling to leave alone. They usually did leave it alone, though, after he'd shattered the cartilage in their noses about it. There was a reason he sat at the top of their very combative hierarchy. They usually did what he decided.
And tonight he decided Khloe was not going anywhere. That's why the fellows at the door both knew her face and her errand, and why the looker he over with recognition and perhaps a bit of rare pity. They would have sent any girl asking for Kaden his way, anyway, especially since they had learned his tastes veered a bit older brunettes that weren't anorexic, but since this was the brunette, they knew he'd be pleased. And that they'd be beaten to a pulp if they didn't. The room she walked into had a few colored staff lights along the walls with chipped paint. The music had heavy base which transfered to the cracked cement floor. Couches and mattresses were strewn about and ontop of them a collection of people Kaden's age were lounging, some of them with their heads bowed into what she could assume was party favors they hadn't come by at any establishment up to code. The crates along some walls were ominous. And in the middle of it all, tall and littered in tattoos that she had protested, visible because of his ribbed tank top, stood her little brother. When he turned to see her a big grin afflicted his face. His long arms came out as he strode toward her. The others were watching. Kaden had been wracked with anxiety over her decision to leave. It felt better now that she was here, and he could finally put that shit to rest. Because he was sure as fuck not going to let her go. Usually he kept the more organized business he was into under her radar. She knew he wasn't as squeaky clean as her, or her fiancee, but she'd always tried to be a chill sibling/babysitter than an overbearing one. That's why they still got along. And why he sometimes imagined her face on the bodies under him, when he was balls deep and making them scream. He hugged her tightly. No need to hide this gang anymore. They were going to help him show her why she wouldn't be able to live the life she planned. Why she had to stay with him. "You came." He said before nuzzling her hair and kissing her temple. With his hand on her cheek, she was so beautiful, but it still cut him up to know she had planned to just leaving him behind when-- when she belonged to him. The other hand, keeping her pressed to him, slid down her spine to not so gently support her ass. He had kept these impulses away from her up until now. But she had forced them to a new dynamic. He swallowed with some excitement that was betrayed by his eyes as he looked at her. She usually did come. That's why he still trusted her and relied on her. She was by far his favourite family member. And that's why it crushed him to know she thought she was going to live a whole life without him. With some weak ass simp by her side. The others got up to move closer to the siblings, and two of them got between her and the already securely locked, heavy door. "You're staying." Kaden said and squeezed her to him possessively that boyish and dangerous grin pulling at his lips. The palm mashing her asscheeks closed deeper around her flesh there. |
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Her eyes eventually found him. There he was. She looked him over, taking in the tattoos she'd advised him not to get. But even she couldn't deny that they suited him. Her little brother looked ripped—when did he get so big? He towered over her, his shoulders almost as broad as her fiancé's. Khloe did not return his giant grin. Why was he in such a good mood anyway? Hadn't he just told her he had fucked up? It certainly didn't look like it.
"Of course," she answered, breathing in his scent as he wrapped his arms around her. "But now we're leaving." She didn't leave any room for debate. Even if this hadn't been a shady place, they wouldn't be sticking around. She had an appointment at a salon tomorrow morning where she was going to hunt for a wedding dress, and there was no way she was going to miss it. Not when she'd finally gotten an appointment in their otherwise busy schedule. Who knew a place that sold wedding dresses could be so popular? Khloe felt his arm linger, his hand dangerously close to her ass. "Kaden," she warned, her voice low and slightly annoyed. "Cut the crap." She pushed a hand against his ribs in an attempt to break free from his hug. She wasn't in the mood to play games right now—especially not this kind of game. When had he ever touched her inappropriately? Never. They had hugged several times: she was used to having his arms around her, but this was different. He was different. She could see figures moving in her peripheral vision, and she tilted her head to see two guys blocking the door. What the hell was going on? Looking up at Kaden again, she did not look pleased. But when he told her she was staying, it was her turn to grin. He'd gotta be joking. But that grin disappeared the moment he pressed her against him, his hand squeezing her ass. She pushed against him once more, using her strength to push herself away, but without success. "Kaden, stop." Her heart was racing in her chest, and fear was hidden beneath her obvious annoyance. "What the fuck are you doing?" He did not have the right to touch her like that, nor was he fucking supposed to. He was her little brother, for God's sake. |
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She had always been a forbidden thing. Both of them had mistaken it for her power. That he couldn't touch her like he wanted. When he was just a little shit, he used to kick and scream all he wanted, because it didn't hurt anyone. She hauled him around because of her impressive age advantage. Didn't matter what he did, and complaining had been part of it, anyway. But then, once, as she had her arms locked around his waist to drag him away from jagged rocks on a cold beach, his heel had caught her knee in a fit, and they had both fallen. She cried over the scratch and he had just stood there, stunned by how he felt about having hurt her. Accomplishment and fascination. Pride. Like having felled a goddess, and watching her bleed. But the overwhelming shame had stunted him from physicality, even when chemicals of adulthood started to bloom. There was a stirring of those things now, when she came in. She didn't have the benefit of his restraint anymore. She didn't have the courtesy of it. Not if she thought she was marrying Matt and running away. He wouldn't let her. And knowing that made her look like a new promise when she stood at the fortified entrance, touched by the different lights and placed in the middle of the vibrating music. The melancholy words in the upbeat track said something about death when she came closer in, thinking she'd lecture him. She had her usual annoyed, beautiful expression for him. Like she was still an authority. This was the last of their siblinghood as they knew it. The end of her power. He felt it when he hugged her. For alot of his life she'd been taller than him. These last years not so much. Her breasts were soft through the thin top inside her open jacket. She knew something was different in the way he held her. In how he wanted to hold her. He nuzzled the side of her face and buried deeper into her scent when she protested and fretted. He remembered waking up beside her when she let him sleep in her bed. She had filled out so much. It felt like they were slow dancing like to mom's vinyls when she was away with dad, and Khloe got to pick the song. Only this time he could feel the baseline in his diaphragm. She tensed up when he grabbed her ass. Both her body and the firm orb he was squeezing. Her tights made it easy to enjoy the texture of her buttock. She would learn his hand was much larger than she thought. He liked her expression when she tried to tell him No. And she smelled like fear. His fingers dug in and weighed her asscheek playfully while his grin went from boyish to nightmarish. Her little hands on his chest were adorable. To think she used to be able to lift him and carry him off. "Or what, sis?" He asked. She didn't know the predatory, content face she saw was the same as the people who usually recieved some violence from him. His steps were already moving her toward a couch by pressing his body against hers. Two guys knew to vacate the scuffed seating. Kaden stopped when her calves touched the edge of the well used cushions. His other hand took her other butt cheek, squeezing invasively, fingers digging in between the mounds, pressure keeping her against him. His fingers crowded the valley between, accentuated by her tights already. Both hands massaged her there, learning her shapes and firmness. But if she was concerned with that, she'd be rather disturbed by the hill growing against her from the front, where he pressed against her. "I don't give my blessing to your engagement." He said, looking down at her. "You're going to stay." The cold in his eyes should tell her how much room there was for negotiation. |
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His grin was terrifying. Khloe didn't even know what to make of it. Why did he look like a serial killer who had just gotten his claws on his latest victim? Surely, her little brother wasn't a serial killer, and she, she was no fucking victim. Let alone his. But she had to admit. . . she was starting to feel like one. Kaden squeezed her butt without her permission, digging his fingers into her forbidden flesh. "Or I swear you will regret it," she pressed back. But even though she wasn't using all her strength to break free, she could tell that—even if she did—she wouldn't be able to break free from his grip. He was too strong. And that made her more scared than she wanted to admit.
When he started moving, forcing her to move backwards until her legs hit a couch, a new wave of fear surged through her. She expected him to push her onto it, but instead, he did the opposite. He pressed her closer, their bodies flushed so tight she could feel—oh God. Disbelief and shock grew on her face as she felt his hardening cock against her abdomen. He was squeezing her butt so hard it almost hurt—his sister's ass—and he was aroused. Khloe had never even thought of her brother like that, not even when he grew taller than her and got bulkier. She knew he could probably fuck any woman he wanted, but she shouldn't even be an option. "Kaden," she warned again. And it wasn't just because of his erection. No, it was because he was embarrassing her in front of his friends—or whoever these people were. But then he opened his mouth and told her what this was really about. He didn't want to be abandoned. She met his gaze, pausing her attempts to break free. All of a sudden, he was just her little brother again. He posed no threat. "Oh, Kaden. I don't need your blessing," she said, her voice soft, as if explaining something to a child. "And it's not like you'll never see me again? I'll come visit. You can come visit. You're still my brother." That would never change; they were related by blood. And if this was some sort of stunt to get her attention, it was working. But if he thought he could scare her into changing her decision, he was wrong. She was moving across the state with Matt, and there was absolutely nothing Kaden could do about it—or so she thought. |
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He liked it. She was scared and she let him have power, here, where he was used to being in charge. Her tension felt good on him, it made her flex her ass and it added delicious texture to his groping. Stiffly, she walked backward until the couch stopped her. She was getting it. He knew it. He was finally getting in her beautiful little head. He looked at her with loving, dead eyes when she felt him through his pants. What else? A kiss goodbye? A party in her honor to celebrate that she was LEAVING HIM? Why the fuck would he reward her for her betrayal? They were blood. Matt was less than fucking nothing.
And then he saw it in her eyes, after he said what he said. That grip he had on her mind, on her attention, slipped away when her naïve, sisterly love and a large helping of denial enveloped her. Khloe was beautiful, but she was so daft, sometimes. She didn't see the dark things in the world. But he knew what to do with this. He had been up against people's inability to understand his destructive capabilities before. He would just have to let her see more of him, sooner. And he'd wrap it in something that she recognized, something that was palatable to her. He liked the voice she used, but not the words. So he leaned into it. "Are you sure?" he asked, softer now, to tug at the heartstrings she had offered. The others tilted their heads. In this music it was hard to hear, but they could catch the gist of it, like animals can. In the colored lights they were jovial pets sometimes, and sometimes they were shadow ridden beasts. His grip on her ass softened, and petted it firmly instead. Almost apologetically. "I don't want you to go. But I want you to be happy." None of it was a lie, really. She just got to pick how she heard it. And, if she was distracted by the sudden amicability of her little brother, she may not clock when his hands slid under her jacket and over the waist of her thighs, inside them, to feel her lace panties, and then stroke the actual bare flesh of her ass. His other hand came up her back to wrap around the back of her neck. He liked that she wasn't fighting, but wondered how much longer he had of that. He leaned in to press the side of his face against the side of hers. "You're my big sister. You can't abandon me." It was still sweet but it was cracking fast. His lower hand cupped her ass from underneath, fingers digging into the valley between her mounds, pushing her black lace deep against her pucker. His hand on her neck kept her there as he nuzzled her ear. "I. Won't. Let. You." he breathed wetly, forcing her body into his again, his grown cock, barely contained, grinding against her stomach as he leaned forward into her, and started toppling them onto the couch. |