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If she's really quiet, Alyssa thinks, Camden won't know she's home. She'd snuck into their house via the back door, tipoed down the hallway to her room, and closed the door, turning the lights off. She doesn't want to see her brother tonight, or this week, or possibly for the rest of her life.

Their life had been a lonesome one after their parents had died, with Camden taking care of his little sister, 6 years his junior. She'd known her brother had worked hard and sacrificed a lot as the new man of the house, but until he'd blackmailed her into giving him oral sex the day before yesterday she'd never known how bitter it had made him.

She can still taste his come on her tongue if she thinks back to it, thick and bitter and gross. He'd made her swallow every last drop. She doesn't want to think what might happen if they're alone in the house again.

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Alyssa really is sort of naive, isn't she?

Camden is always calm, but he's been exceptionally so ever since his temper cracked and he'd dragged Alyssa's cute little face down onto his cock the other day. There'd been an almost eerie serenity to him the few time they'd crossed paths since Alyssa started to avoid him. He's relaxed. Easy-going. At peace.

Like he's finally made sense of his life.

He's been busy all afternoon and well into the evening with baseball practice. His baseball scholarship is all that puts him through college, which is all that allows him to part-time work with one of their father's friends, which is all that allows him to save the majority of their parents' left behind money for things like the house and Alyssa's education and spend his own on things like food and clothes for the both of them. She's so ungrateful, but it's alright. She's just a teenager. She'll learn eventually.

Despite his serenity, his state of high alarm when it comes to other people entering and leaving the house (owing to a bad encounter with an attempted burglar when Alyssa was just a baby) hasn't faded. He knows the instant the back door opens, can practically feel her sneak down the hall and into her room. He leaves her there for five, ten, fifteen minutes - and then he stands from his desk, silently creeping out of his room and down the hall and knocking on her door.

"Alyssa, I'm coming in."

Hopefully she hasn't locked the door - but if she has then it's still alright. He's known how to jimmy them open for years.

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Her blood freezes when she hears his voice outside her door. Bizarrely, Alyssa's first impulse is to stammer, 'I'm not in!' That would be a little counterproductive, she feels.

She hasn't locked the door, so what can she do? She has no doubt, none at all, that he'd try to do... something with her, if he came in. The window? No, it'd take too long to wiggle out of. Should she just not say anything at all and hope he ignored it?

"Hold on, I'm changing!" she shouts, and immediately regrets it. Not only is it a lie, but given that he'd forced his cock down her throat the other day, it's not one that might actually work.

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"Fifteen minutes after you got home?" He clearly doesn't believe her, and he turns the knob and pushes the door open without any further warning. He takes on look at her and... yes, she was definitely lying. Little brat. "... Lying's bad, you know." Still, it's a good excuse to take stock of what she's wearing and decide how to approach the situation.

He steps inside and pushes the door shut. There's no one else that can see what's going on or potentially walk in on them, but in his opinion it lends a slightly ominous nature to his actions. Perfect for driving home his point. He doesn't make a move yet, however. He steps closer and shoves his hands in his pockets. Inside one he has a length of soft rope, but he doesn't pull it out just yet.

"You were late coming come tonight. Why?"

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Her heart drops into her stomach when the door turns open, and she immediately turns away from him, not meeting his gaze. "Yeah, so's forcing yourself on your little sister," she mutters. "Like you're one to talk, Camden."

She shifts in her seat. Truth be told, she'd just walked around until it started getting dark. She didn't want to be home. With the door closed, she feels trapped, and she knows he knows it. "I had some studying to do," she lies again. "I was at the library doing homework."

It'll be hard for him to counter that, she thinks.

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Was that... meant to be a joke? Probably not but Camden smiles anyway, the expression slow and easygoing.

"Probably not." But it's not a matter of what's nice. It's a matter of what he's earned. She's lying and he knows it, but he doesn't mind. It's the perfect opportunity. "Well, if you were out studying so late, then you don't have anything else to do tonight, right?" He jerks his head. "Lay down, Aly."

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Her shoulders go stiff when he calls her out on the lie. "Wrong," she insists, immediately. "I was out late because I had a lot of homework, and I still have to do it!"

"You don't want me to get in trouble at school, right? They might come asking into my home life," she says, hoping he'd pick up the implied threat in her words. "So you should leave me alone so I can do my homework."

It's a long shot, but she'll try it anyway.

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"If you've got so much homework this early in the semester, then you should be ready to stay up late anyway." He clearly doesn't believe her, going by his smirk, but he'll play along. "Besides, I'll just be back when you're done anyway. Do you really think you can focus on homework when you know you have other chores to take care of?"

In spite of smile, there's a hard look in his eyes when he repeats his order.

"Lay down, Alyssa." Or don't, he supposes - he'll be only too happy to force her, if it comes down to it. It'll be good stress relief.

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Alyssa bites her lip, looking to one side and then the other, but her heart sinks. She can't think of a way out of this, given how easily he parries her attempts. She's sunk. "Fine," she says with spite in her voice, pushing back from her desk and moving to her bed.

"Fuck you, you creep," she mutters, lying down... face down. If he wants anything from her, she's determined to make him work for it.

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Rather than having any sort of stinging impact, the insult and position just make Camden smirk a little. Really? That's what she's going to go with? He's not about to complain. He pulls the pre-looped rope out of his pocket and steps forward. Despite his normally leisurely pace, he can move pretty damn fast when he wants to - like right now. He grabs just one of her wrists and slips the loop around it, yanking the loose end tight but otherwise making no effort to restrain her arms.

Instead he reaches out with his free hand, grabbing a fistful of her hair and shoving her face against the bed sheets.

"You know," he muses, voice lazy. "You're really an ungrateful brat."

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She's expecting him to do something, of course; he wouldn't have told her to lie on the bed if he wasn't going to mess with her (or worse). When she feels coarse rope tighten around her right wrist, though, she turns her head to the side, bushy eyebrows knitting. What the hell is he doing?

She can't ask the question, though, because her face is unceremoniously forced into the bedsheets. Alyssa gives a muffled shout of surprise, and yells something that sounds very much like, again, "fuck you!" Or it would, if she weren't being made to shout it into a bed.

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The insult just makes him laugh again, and he swings his leg up onto the bed and over her. He lowers himself down, kneeling over her thighs and applying just enough weight to make squirming around harder on her. He keeps his hand fisted in her hair, pressing down, and wiggles another hand down around her shoulder, reaching between her body and the bed. Rather than doing anything as direct as groping her, however, he grabs hold of the tail of her tie and yanks it out from under her... and then back behind her, applying enough steady pressure to make breathing a little difficult.

Ahh, he's already getting hard; she can probably feel it brushing up against her ass. That's a little embarrassing, but oh well.

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He's bigger than her; he ought to be, what with six years and change on her. So when he sits across her thighs, she can't really pull out from under him or kick him off, though not for lack of trying. Alyssa squirms and wiggles, trying to get out from under him more out of pride and principle than anything else. With his hand in her hair, though, if she moves too far, it tugs at her roots and makes her scalp hurt.

Her first expectation when he forces his hand underneath her chest is that he's going to grope her young breasts, like he had when he'd forced his cock into her mouth. She's not remotely expecting him to grab her tie, though.

Alyssa doesn't even notice his cock, not yet. The moment he starts cutting off her air supply, she tries to push him off. Her movements start awkwardly at first and then get steadily stronger as it becomes harder to breathe. Actual panic is starting to creep into her mind, crowding out the anger at Camden.

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Camden had only meant to do it for a few moments at first, but the longer he watches her struggle the more he wants to drag it out. Watching her struggles increase, watching panic make her movements sloppy, feeling her wiggle and shift about underneath him, feeling his cock grow harder and harder until it's almost impossible to ignore. He wishes he could see her face, but even just this is good enough.

But finally he releases her, dropping the tie and scrabbling to grab both her wrists instead. He yanks her hands behind her back and works on tying them together - though he's a little slower and less forceful than he'd been before. She can probably pull free with a good yank, if she can manage that while she's short of breath.

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Impossible to ignore or not, Alyssa genuinely doesn't notice his cock because she's increasingly panicked about how much trouble she's having breathing, trying to tug at her collar and tie with the non-lassoed hand.

When he finally lets her tie go, she gasps for breath, relief and air flooding her body at the same time. It's only then that she feels that hardness poking against her ass, and the truth of what he's doing becomes obvious. "Camden, let me go!" she protests, only to squeak when he wrenches her hands behind her back. "That hurts, you asshole! Fuck you!"

Indeed, the adrenaline that's flooding her body means that she's able to tear one of her hands free before he can finish.