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[brotherowned]

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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[firsthalf]

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.

[brotherowned]

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.