Good Girl Ch. 02

A little bit of background for those who asked. I struggled a bit with this so may tweak it later. As before please be wanted that this has non con/reluctance.

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Things hadn't always been like this. Bree was born three years after Alex and had adored and hero worshipped him from the start. Once he'd got over the disappointment that she wasn't a boy little Alex had initially tolerated, then fiercely loved her. They'd always been close. He'd always been protective. But all in the normal way. Then their parents passed unexpectedly in a car accident and everything changed.

She'd been 18 and he 21 when it happened. Alex was recently graduated and just months into his new job. They'd both been devastated but he'd stepped up, moving her into his apartment and ignoring the well meaning but unappreciated offers of uncles and aunts to take Bree in instead.

The first few months, year really, they'd both floated in a state of grief and trying to adjust to the new way of things. They hadn't lived together for the three years Alex had moved away to college and in a way they were getting to know their adult siblings for the first time.

Bree took a year off from school but eventually went back to complete and graduate from her final year then begin the daunting task of college applications. Still everything remained relatively normal between them.

The first hint of trouble occurred on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the summer before Bree began college. She'd come back exhausted from a morning swim and collapsed on the sofa in her bikini and an oversized white shirt she wore over it.

Some sense of awareness caused her to open her eyes perhaps hours later. She started to unexpectedly find her brother standing silently by the sofa looking down at her.

His normally fastidiously tidy dark hair was in disarray and his brown eyes were bleary and unfocused.

She placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart and said "oh you scared me Alex!"

"Shut up" he replied tersely.

"What's wro-"

"I. Said. Shut up." He was gritting his teeth at this point and seemed to be staring at the hand on her chest with a singular focus.

Alex had never spoken to her like this before and Bree was confused and more than a little hurt by his behaviour. But she was scared too and remained silent.

He continued to stare at her hand while breathing heavily, until after a while he seemed to come to himself and drag a palm over his face while shutting his eyes.

Bree had the sensation of having barely skirted away from some danger. With her relief came the awareness she could smell alcohol over the overbearing chlorine that clung to her clothes.

"Have you been drinking?! It's 2 in the afternoon Alex! What the hell?" Oh how she'd wish later that she'd stayed silent.

"Which part of shut up don't you fucking understand?"

Bree was completely and utterly stunned now "I-"

"I work all day, everyday, to make sure we're fed and clothed and you can spend your days lounging around on my sofa barely dressed. I think I've more than earned the right to drink whenever I fucking feel like it" all this was delivered with a snarl and flashing eyes.

"I'm sorry i didn't realise things had been hard! You should have said I would have helped!" Bree shouted.

This was met with a derisive snort.

Bree was getting angry now. "I would have! So don't go getting angry at me for something I couldn't change" she snarled back.

Alex looked thoughtful at that and a little calmer. Bree relaxed back on the sofa with a sigh.

"I'm sorry. I guess we're both a little stressed. Of course you can do what you want I didn't mean to imply otherwise.." She trailed off as she realised Alex was paying her words no attention.

His eyes were drifting up and down her prone body and she finally realised why his eyes had been focused on her chest. Her nipples were jutting proudly and clearly visible through the thin material of her bikini and shirt.

Bree glanced upwards hesitantly but Alex continued to stare unashamedly and fixedly and as she watched in disbelief he reach down to his crotch and squeezed once, twice, firmly in between his legs. Bree gasped and slapped her hands over her breasts. Alex removed his gaze from her chest for the first time in minutes to flash his eyes angrily at hers.

"Move your hands"

"Are you crazy? No!"

"Move them now." He gritted out.

"Look you're drunk and you'll regret how much of an ass you're being in the morning" she tried to joke.

"Move your hands or I swear YOU will regret it" he said quietly but firmly.

Bree had never been so scared. Why was her doting brother acting so inappropriately.

"You just finished telling me how all I needed to do was tell you how to be useful and you'd do it"

"Not like this" she spluttered.

"I don't know how else you think you're going to be useful to me" he stated bluntly. "I haven't been able to bring a woman back here to fuck since you moved in. All I want is a look at the tits you've been walking around with on display all day but you're too selfish even for that."

Speechless and stunned Bree stared up at him. He took advantage of her immobility to reach over and pull her hands to her side, exposing the objects of his current obsession again.

Bree remained frozen. He was definitely crazy and drunk right now but maybe he was right. She hadn't thought how her moving in might have affected his love life and since all he wanted to do was look...still she shivered uncomfortable under his unsmiling predatory gaze.

"That's it. Good girl".

That was the first time she heard that phrase from him. Little did she know how familiar it would become over the next few months. He would reward her with it whenever he came to her room at night and she immediately resignedly took off her clothes. He'd moan it while he fucked her mouth and she stared at him with wide pleading eyes desperate for air. And he would pant it with delight while he held her down and forced his cock into her ass.

That afternoon he kept his promise and all he did was look for a few long minutes while breathing heavily. It made her skin crawl. He did grab his crotch occasionally too but she was much too frightened to protest. Finally with no warning he walked away. Bree breathed a sigh of relief, waited a few minutes for his footsteps to fade then ran upstairs and locked herself in her bedroom.

While in there her thoughts jumped from anger to guilt to shame and back again until she fell into an uneasy slumber.

A few hours later Bree came downstairs cautiously. Alex had shouted up that he was ordering pizza a while ago and she'd just heard the bell ring. She heard him talking to the pizza boy and he walked into the kitchen carrying a stack of boxes shortly after.

He showed no signs of awkwardness or regret as he pulled plates out of the cupboard. Bree however felt tense- her brother had spent the afternoon staring at her boobs for Gods sake!

"Are we feeding a football team?" Bree asked. Her stomach chose that unfortunate moment to grumble.

Alex laughed delightedly "nope I just know how hungry my sister gets."

Bree threw a towel at him and with that some normalcy returned on her part.

They settled down in front of the tv to an old episode of South Park with their feast as if the events of the afternoon had never happened. Several re-incarnations of Kenny later a sleepy Bree had forgotten her wariness enough to sprawl on Alex's chest full and content. Alex half heartedly flicked through the channels to find something else while playing with Bree's hair. He finally settled on a movie on the horror channel so Bree allowed her eyes to close and block it out.

Bree woke an indeterminate amount of time later confused. She was still in the living room and all was dark apart from the light that shone from the muted tv. While she'd fallen asleep to the sound of young soon to be murdered co-eds screaming. If the volume was turned up right now the woman on the screen would be doing a different kind of screaming entirely.

She was a petite blond woman with innocent wide blue eyes, long blond hair plaited in pigtails and a little pink mouth hanging in an "O" of panic and disbelief. More notably she was on all fours as naked as the day she was born, with large and heavy swinging tits topped with pink nipples. They were swinging from the force of the thrusts of the large, muscled tattooed man pounding away behind her. The contrast between their size was shocking and explained the grimace of pain crossing the woman's features. Bree took in more of the scene and realised they were in a prison cell and a queue of men waited behind him, presumably to take their turn in fucking the innocent blond. She didn't need to unmute the tv to imagine the story there.

Despite the inappropriate scene being played out on the living room screen, there was an even bigger source to Bree's sleepy confusion. While she'd fallen asleep sat up and snuggled on Alex's chest. She was now prone on her back with the bottom of her dress flipped up above her waist and the weight of her brother settled between her legs.

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Bree lay in the dark of the living room with her blue summer dress rucked up to her waist. Her legs were spread wide to the point of pain to accommodate her brother between them. Said brother had a punishing grip on her hips holding her in place while he ground down into the vee of her legs with his crotch. As well as pushing down and into her firmly repeatedly, occasionally he would drag his erection -enclosed only in his boxers- up and down or side to side for added friction. She could feel his dick twitch through his underwear and hers when he did that and it was always accompanied with a keening moan into her ear and a particular frantic thrust into her panty clothed pussy always followed.

The last cobwebs of sleep cleared from Bree's mind to be replaced with horror.

"Alex?" Bree said fearfully.

"Mm?" He barely spared her a glance on realising she'd woken but continued to dry hump her unashamedly with complete entitlement.

"You need to stop, this is wrong!" Bree said frantically pushing at him with her hands and trying to unseat him by bucking her hips. This served to only push her more firmly into him.

"Urgh. Yeah. Fuck. Do that again. Push your cunt up again" Alex picked up the pace, thrusting against her with a desperation she didn't understand.

Bree hurriedly settled back on the sofa. She had no idea what to do. The most she'd done with a guy was a few fumbled kisses in the back row of a cinema. She'd never had to handle such crude single minded lust.

"Alex. Alex! Please please stop" she begged on a broken sob.

Miraculously he halted in his movements and pushed up with his hands to look down at her, but kept his cock pushed against her.

He stared with seeming indifference at her tears.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Bree was stunned, as if that required explanation! When she didn't reply after a few seconds he moved to resume his previous actions and panicked she pushed up against his shoulders and said "No no wait I'm sorry please don't! I just don't understand what's happening we were watching tv.."

"Yeah and I changed the channel while you were sleeping. I got a hard on watching her get fucked and you were here all ready and available."

"And you don't think that's wrong?!" Bree said incredulously. "To use me while I'm sleeping? I'm your sister this is disgusting!"

"Well it doesn't disgust me. I'm hard, you're here. It'd be stupid to use my own hand. Go back to sleep for all I care just let me finish." he said with hard eyes pinning her.

Bree couldn't believe his complete disregard for her wishes. He was sober now there was no excuse. Surely he hadn't always been like this, she would have noticed right?

"Look. I'm being nice here. I'm not fucking you, you've got your underwear on and so do I what's the big deal?" He said defensively. "Don't make this more complicated than it needs to be."

With that he pulled her smooth legs apart even wider and pushed them back towards her chest. He stared at the pink underwear wrapped snugly around and in between her pussy lips for a while then settled his weight back down on her. His arms went under her to grab her shoulders and pull her down into his thrusts.

Little huffs of effort left him with each push and Bree's teary eyes drifted over to the tv looking for a distraction from her brother's actions.

The on screen woman was now being fucked by three men at once and she was covered in cum. A close up on her face showed her lips painfully stretched around a thick cock and her cheeks visibly distended with the effort. Her eyes looked straight into the camera with resignation and her previous innocence was marred by the streaks of cum dripping from her face. She barely grimaced as the man in her ass finished and was replaced with another. Bree closed her eyes in despair.