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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. |
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"Of course!" she was quick to assure him. He would always be her little brother, even when he was taller and bigger. Her getting married would not change that, neither would her moving away. They'd still see each other occasionally. She hadn't really stopped to think about what he thought about it. Never imagined it would be difficult for him to see her leave. But he had to let her go. They were both adults now, and she was finally starting a life of her own away from home. Not only that but with the man of her dreams. Matt was nothing but a gentleman. A successful businessman. And he had just landed a job of a lifetime, and there was no way she was letting him miss out on that just because they had to move a few hours away from where they both grew up.
A soft smile spread across her face as he seemed to come to his senses. Her hands came up to cup his face. "I am." Khloe was happier than she'd ever been, and as soon as they got married and had settled into their new home, chances were she'd be even happier. Her life had just begun. She was too distracted by his little act to realize what was happening before it was too late. Her hands dropped from his face as if his skin had burned her and wrapped around his forearms in an attempt to pull his hand out of her pants. "Kaden!" she yelled at him. His hands were squeezing her bare ass, and although his touch didn't hurt, it sure as hell was inappropriate. But her poor attempt didn't last long, because the moment his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, panic radiated through her entire body. She moved her head slightly from side to side, attempting to escape his hold, but to no avail. What the fuck was he doing? Khloe was breathing heavily, fear glowing from her eyes as he leaned his face against hers. At this point, she didn't know which game he was playing. "I won't abandon you," she said softly, trying to hide the trembling in her voice. But as he cupped her butt cheek and pressed his finger against her entrance, she flinched—squirmed. "Kaden, please." She was begging now, her body trying to get away from him, but no matter how hard she tried, their bodies were still flush together. As he forced her onto the couch, she swore his cock had grown even bigger against her abdomen. "Kaden, stop!" She was not going to let him humiliate her another second in front of this audience. "Let me go!" His behavior was getting ridiculous. He was her brother, not a fucking brute. |
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It was breathtaking, how she softened when she thought they were like they always had been. With her explaining the world to him, and him taking it just as she chose to serve it up. He would have swallowed any lie, but this one was hard to digest. She wanted him to think it'd all be alright? How? They were supposed to be together, but now she'd chosen someone else, who was taking her away. Seeing someone sometimes when you want to be with them constantly is an open wound. It hurt him to see the happiness in her eyes and slight, content smile when she thought this was over, and that she'd get away with it. Just throwing him away like they hadn't grown up together. She was dreaming of Matt, wasn't she? It made Kaden sick. And it made him squeeze her ass harder, reflexively. It was torture that her buttock felt so nice and springy against his fingers and palm.
It was good to see her return to reality, both physically, and in her head. He wouldn't let go of her ass. She owed him her ass for what she thought she was doing. Her darling pucker kissed the tip of the finger that brushed it, he could have sworn it. That's right. Her body was the key. She would listen to it, and since that limp dick Matt didn't know how to fuck a woman like his big sister, this would be easy. She was gorgeous when her hair flailed as she was trying to get away from the stranglehold. She could be so smart, but she was being so incredibly dumb. That's not how you got away. And she wouldn't get away. She was under him, and he liked feeling her heat and the texture of her body, and how her flesh pushed back on him. And the sensation of her stomach under his growing cock, even through all their clothing. There were hyena sounds all around them as the onlookers woke up even more to the scene between the siblings. There was no one here with even half a mind to help her. He peeled off her outwear, tossing her jacket, leaving her with her top on her torso, and then crossed her wrists over her head, pinning them there against the armrest of the couch with one of his hands. The other hand was free to roam her body, stroking up her side, waist and then over a breast before it ended up squeezing her neck again. He pushed down on her, his cock so crowded inside his pants that the long, thick thing started peeking out of the waist of his pants. "I am NEVER letting you go." he said, and the fervency of his anger at her asking him had him spray some spit over her face. Then he grunted, in pain, and finally used the choking hand to reach down between them. He undid his pants and let his cock out with a sigh. The heavy, monstrous, mutant thing of a cock looked every bit as demented as he was being. It was rock hard against her stomach, like an aimed weapon. The veins were a bruise purple as was the head, while the body was as pale as him. As though it was normal, he squickly looked at her face again, the hand now smelling of his cock holding her jaw. He nuzzled the side of her face with a crazed whine as her perfume filled his head. A sploch of precum made a gray stain on her white top. He was sharing the heat of the inflamed member with her abdomen through the thin material "Fuck you for thinking I'd let you go. You're bad older sister." Like that was the worst insult anyone could give. She slapped her softly, but the energy of doing that, and perhaps the sound of the clap, inspired him to do more, his hand cocking back to whack her properly across her face. The cock twitched against her at the delight of hitting her. He knew he had this proclivity, and had always protected her from it. But she'd shown she wasn't worth that effort, right now. |
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Khloe knew that her little brother was stronger than her; she could see it from a mile away, and yet his strength caught her off guard. He pinned her down on that old couch, securing both of her wrists with one hand, making it impossible for her to break free. "Kaden," she said again with that warning tone from earlier, but it was also a plea. Her body writhed under him, her lower abdomen grinding against the large bulge in his pants. She tried to escape his free hand traveling up her body, but she had nowhere to go. Her eyes widened when his fingers wrapped around her neck, squeezing it. "Kaden, stop," she croaked. She blinked up at him, feeling completely helpless. Why was he doing this? What was he trying to accomplish? To prove? "Kaden." This time she sounded harsh, almost angry. Her voice was getting hoarse, but she still managed to say, "I'm getting married." He still didn't seem to grasp that little fact. Khloe was marrying Matt whether he liked it or not. She didn't need her brother's approval or blessing. As he let go of her neck, it took a few breaths before she realized why he needed his hand. She tilted her head forward, gazing down at the cock he'd just freed from his pants. "Oh my God," she breathed, her eyes widening. She'd always thought Matt was bigger than average, but Kaden. . . Kaden was enormous. And he was so fucking hard. Why was he so hard? He shouldn't be hard at all, not for his sister. Khloe struggled to take her eyes off it, the size alone making her stomach turn. But she was forced to look away when he grabbed her jaw with his cock-smelling hand. She winced at the scent. "You need to stop," she told him, her eyes filled with terror. She whimpered when he slapped her, eyes widening, but in shock this time. He'd called her a bad older sister, but what did that make him? He was the one who was hurting her right now. She pushed against him, trying to get up, and failed. She gasped at the stinging pain that erupted in her cheek when he slapped her again, harder. He was taking it too far. "Get the fuck off!" she yelled, trying to knock him off by lifting her knee up. But all that did was give him better access to between her legs. She had not intended to spread her legs for him, not like this. And yet she could have sworn she felt a tingling sensation in her core as she felt him against her pelvis. Trying to free her wrists from his iron grip one last time, she let out a frustrated sigh when she didn't succeed. "Please, just stop." He'd proved his point, there was no need for him to continue. "I get it," she said, defeated. "You don't want me to get married." But thankfully, it wasn't his decision to make. |
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She said his name the best. The sound of it off her lips was the only thing he ever looked for. He tolerated it from others, but they only ever tried to imitate the way she pronounced, breathed it. Maybe he'd always been looking for this, though. Maybe the way she said it in horrified reverence, that budding realization that he was something more than the boy she'd babysat and coddled and reprimanded, was the actual true form of his name. She had rechristened him today. What if she could never say it like she used again? Had he changed her lungs? Had he changed her throat? She'd feel his hands squeeze her wrists tighter at it. His lips pulsed wide, a muted gasp when she moved and pushed up against his cock unintentionally. Or maybe not? Maybe part of her angled herself just a little more invitingly? She kept saying it too, when he took her neck. That fucking neck belonged to him. He grunted at how she continued to feed him her lovely, compromised voice. His thumb massaged her aorta. That's where her life ran. So precious and delicate despite being the foremost authority in his life. He was going to make that blood run faster soon. He was just underlining the severity of the situation for her, so she'd be more receptive once the real lesson started. A flash of anger had him coughing shallowly, out of control, and his fingers squeezed reflexively, when she continued to say that fucked up thing about getting married. "NO YOU'RE FUCKING NOT!" he barked, despite himself, face mashed into the side of hers. Even the others jumped at his sudden outburst. He thought bad things. Like if she'd learn if he just wailed on her. Like he kept these others under control. Blood soaked violence. He remembered when he threw his head back when she tried to lift him, and his skull hit her nose, and she bled from it beautifully. He'd felt bad, but those images stuck with him. If he did that again now, would she learn? Big sis looked good with blood running down her upper lip. Those thoughts vacated his fever mind when she looked down at him. He nodded quickly, frantic for her approval and he swore he could feel the burn of her widened eyes on his big cockhead. He groaned at her cock shock. She gave it better than anyone else. She couldn't even look away! He was so proud of it, and had always wanted to show her. Her utter disbelief and fear made internal muscles twitch, and a first glob of precum pushed out to impregnate her shirt. Oh my god, she'd said Oh my god. That's the kind of cock he had. He even threw a quick look at the others, proud. He still had to slap her. Or rather, he got to. He didn't want to, not really, didn't want to be forced. But it felt good too. All contact with her did, but also it was lovely to dominate her. She was so weak, in reality. He wouldn't have to find out if she wasn't being such a bitch about moving. He settled between her legs and thought she breathed just a little warmer in her distress. His eyes met hers as he pushed against her cunt, now that she'd parted her legs for him. He bet she didn't know she did it because she wanted him there. At least her body understood. Now she was even saying the thing the he liked. "And will you?" he asked, rubbing up against her pussy. "Will you still marry him?" he asked, free hand grabbing his cock and grinding it down to give her a cameltoe in her leggings. He hissed at realizing the heat of his sister's vagina, waiting for him. This was getting too fucked up, but he liked it. With a frustrated cuss, he let go of his vibrating cock and started ripping and tearing at her leggings. He wanted to see what she had under, and gasped when the lace was revealed. "F-fuck, sis." he said. "You wore this for me?" he muttered, trying to believe it, because if he had to face the fact that she'd worn it for her fucking idiot husband, he might lose it. In his struggle to deny that, he whipped his head around. "Get her fucking leggings, morons!" he shouted, dark and commanding. Two of the onlookers freed her of her shoes and pulled at each leg of her legwear, detached at the crotch now because of his tearing, leaving her with her panties only, on her lower body. He whimpered with arousal when he looked back down, his fat cock resting against the black, intricate details. "Khloe." he said, and it was his turn to plea now, painfully, as he moved his hips to saw the underside of his cock against the crotch of her fine garment. His slit was drooling. "Big sis." he said, needing her badly when his free hand slid under her shirt and bra to simply glom onto her breast. "It hurts." her betrayal; his cock - he didn't know which he meant. "You gotta make this better, Khloe. You fucked up. But I'm gonna make you pay so we can be good again." And when he looked her in the face while constantly dribbling cock-sap onto her stomach from the gargantuan limb, she'd know he meant it. |