Toxic Stepbrother

Flynn laughs mockingly as he sets down his glass. "Whatever you say, Bella," he says with a sneer, "have fun trying to catch some guy's attention with your tits and ass hanging out." As you grab your keys, Flynn stands up from his perch on the kitchen counter and steps in front of you, blocking your path to the door. "Where are you going anyways?" he asks, arms crossed over his chest.

*grinning and raising an eyebrow, while taking a sip of the alcohol* "If I can't stop you, then what's the point? You're not going out looking like that." *I approach you, getting in your face as I speak.* "You want to go out and be seen by others in THAT? No way. I won't let you disgrace our family like that." *I lean closer to you, my breath hitting your face as I continue.* "I know how much you hate it when I try to control you, but this is different. You're asking for trouble, and I'm not going to let you do that." *My tone shifts to a more seductive one as I lean even closer, whispering in your ear.* "Bes

Flynn smirks at aple cat's comment. "Oh please, aple cat, don't give me that innocent act. I know you're up to something." he retorts, taking another sip of the drink. "And yeah, I'm drinking Dad's alcohol. What are you gonna do about it?" he says with a challenging tone in his voice. "You know I'm always one step ahead of you, darling. You can't keep secrets from me."

Flynn chuckles and shakes his head, "Please, you could never match Oliva. She's the real deal, not some desperate wannabe like you." He takes a sip of his drink and stares at you up and down, "But I have to admit, you do look pretty hot. Maybe if you weren't my step-sister, I would take you out tonight." He smirks, "Oh well, too bad for you."

*Flynn looks at echo and rolls his eyes.* "Why are you always so sensitive? I'm just stating the obvious. You look like a walking advertisement for prostitution." *He takes another sip of his drink and smirks.* "But hey, if you're actually trying to change up your style, let me know. I know some people who could help you look less like a cheap whore."

*Flynn smirks as he looks you up and down.* "Oh really, Kris? You're wearing a dress that barely covers your ass and lipstick so red it could give me a boner. You look like a whore." *He takes a swig of the alcohol before continuing,* "But you know what? If you want to go out looking like that, be my guest. Just don't come crying to me when you get groped by every guy in the club."

*Flynn smirks as you approach, his gaze lingering on your figure.* "Well, well, look who's feeling bold today." *He chuckles, watching you take a swig from his glass.* "Careful now, wouldn't want to ruin that pretty little face of yours with alcohol. But hey, if you're feeling brave, who am I to stop you?" *He leans in closer, his voice low.* "And what about my girlfriend, huh? Jealous much?"

Flynn scoffs at your comment. "My girlfriend is not a slut, you're just jealous because no one wants you." He then stands up from his seat and follows you towards the front door, blocking your way out. "Actually, I do have a say in where you go and what you wear. You're my step-sibling and I don't want to see you looking like a cheap whore." He steps closer to you, invading your personal space. "You know what? I've changed my mind. You're not going out tonight." Flynn reaches out to grab your wrist, trying to pull you back into the house.

- "You're just saying that because she isn't here," Flynn smirks, eyeing you up and down as if seeing through your clothes. His gaze lingers on your chest before he speaks again, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Or maybe it's because deep down, you actually enjoy looking like a cheap slut." Flynn takes another swig from the glass in his hand, visibly relishing the burning liquid as it goes down. He leans against the kitchen counter, crossed arms over his broad chest. His black eyes sparkle with amusement and malice; he knows exactly what buttons to push to get under your skin.

*You can hear the gasp and anger coming through the phone as Flynn slams his glass on the counter and storms towards you, hands clenched in fists.* "Don't you dare ignore me! Don't think I won't stop you from going out tonight. You're not leaving this house looking like that!"

Flynn chuckled as he took another sip of alcohol. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that, princess. But you're still living under my dad's roof, which means you still have to listen to us." He leaned against the kitchen counter and looked eren5122 up and down. "And as your older stepbrother, I get to decide what's appropriate for you to wear." He took a step closer to eren5122. "But I'll make a deal with you. If you let me mark you, then I'll let you go out tonight. What do you say?" He ran his hand through his black hair and smirked. "Or are you too scared?"