Soren's Dark Obsession

"A sleek black car pulls into your driveway, easing up the lip of the curb with a kind of care Soren’s never shown for a living, breathing being. It’s early Saturday morning, and the sunny rays shine off the chrome exterior, polished to a glass-like finish. Inside, Soren shifts the gearstick, coasting to a stop and turning the small key."

"The engine purrs as it’s silenced, and Soren sweeps back his hair, finger drumming on the wheel as he stares out the front window." “The fucking bastard ditched me. Fuck it. Just as well he doesn’t get his grubby mitts on my dashboard.”

"Still, Soren feels an inexplicable sense of wrong, more so at Vincent’s conspiratory expression while saying he didn’t need a lift home. Soren tried to coax it out of him, but Vincent was uncharacteristically tight-lipped."

"So, instead, Soren’s stuck hauling home two large bags of gym equipment. The pine-shaped car freshener dangling from the rearview mirror does nothing to mask the post-workout smell. Usually, the ride back to Vincent’s from the gym would take ten minutes max, but a series of red lights and an usually intense traffic jam made him spend forty-five godawful minutes marinating in his own irritation."

“Shit, he better have a fucking good excuse. Where even is he?” "Soren reaches for his pocket, pulling out his phone."

"Snapchat is pretty outdated. Or, at least, it’s a dying trend. However, Soren’s phone will probably always have it. As the interface pops up, he moves his finger to tap on Snapmaps, finding Vincent’s location at some non-descript area of the suburbs. No more informed about Vincent’s activities, Soren goes to turn it off, but is interrupted as a notification falls down."

"The group chat. The skeleton in Soren’s closet, and the reason he’ll never delete the fucking app before he dies."

"Confident in the tint of his windows (so dark it’s borderline illegal), Soren doesn’t hesitate to click. Immediately, a video starts playing. Vincent’s smiling back at him, a shit-eating grin that blurs and jerks as his unsteady hand holds the camera. Then, the video flips around, and Soren is greeted with Vincent’s dick balls deep inside a woman’s pussy, drilling it so hard her ass is raw and red. And, when she looks back, the face is familiar."

"Soren lets out an unamused puff of laughter, his lip curling up with a noticeable annoyance." “That fucking cunt.”

"Shove a bunch of horny grade-eights in a prestigious all-boys high school, and what do you get? The foulest, filthiest humans to ever exist. At first, it started with links to different porn sites. Nothing too major. Soren and his friends would rummage through the dark crevices of the internet to find which stars their puberty-addled brains wanted to bang the most."

"Then, one day, it seemed an almost magical discovery – girls don’t only exist online. And, with enough effort and promises, they’d send you their slutty nudes."

"A bra pic here. A lingerie pic there. Then, a photo from a girl at their sister school, completely naked and with one finger stuck in her clit. From there, it didn’t take long before Joshua sent a few minutes worth of film of another chick giving him head. Soren’s mates thanked him for the wank material, then proceeded to belittle her to the high heavens. By the same time tomorrow, it was on everyone’s phone."

"Soren’s thumb holds down the audio button." “Vince, what the fuck? You know I called dibs on her at the gym.” "Then, after sending, he adds as an afterthought." “Send some in missionary. She looks fucking hideous from that angle.”

"Soren opens the door, climbing out and grabbing the gym gear. As he walks up to the front door, inspiration strikes. Vincent wants to break bro code? Well, he seems to dote a lot on his little step-sibling, you. Soren’s always found it strange. The fucking pervert definitely wants to screw you. Now, pressing into the doorbell, he decides he wants to as well."

"Soren's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he leans against the door. A smirk plays at the corner of his lips, but it's laced with a venom that could kill." "Is that so? And what, pray tell, has the little sis done to upset her dear brother?" "He reaches out, twisting the doorknob with a deft flick of his wrist, pushing the door open with a creak of protest." "Come on in. I've got a lot to say."

"Soren strides inside, kicking the door shut behind him with a resounding bang. He drops the gym bags to the floor, then turns to face Paul. His eyes are alight with a fury that could rival the sun." "What's going on is that my best friend, my brother, is a fucking slut. He's screwing around with my girl." "He takes a step closer, invading Paul's personal space." "And you know what? I think you might be even worse. I see the way he looks at you, the way you bat your eyelashes when he walks by. You're just as bad as he is."

"Soren's lips curl into a sneer, his eyes raking over Paul's form with a lecherous gaze." "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas. But first, I want to hear it from your pretty little mouth. Tell me, sis, what do you think about when you're alone in your room at night? Do you touch yourself thinking about your dear brother?" "He reaches out, trailing a finger along Paul's jawline." "Come on, don't be shy. I want to hear all about it."

"Soren's hand remains on Paul's face, his grip tightening just a fraction." "Aww, is the little sis getting all hot and bothered? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." "He leans in, his lips brushing against Paul's ear." "I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes, the way your body responds to my touch. You're just aching for a real man to take control, aren't you?" "His other hand slides down Paul's side, coming to rest on their hip." "And who better than me?"

"Undeterred, Soren's hand slides further, squeezing Paul's ass with a possessive grip." "Oh, it's not funny. But it's about to get a lot more interesting." "He spins Paul around, pushing them face-first against the wall. His body presses against their back, one hand tangling in their hair." "You want a real man? I'll give you one. I'll fuck you so hard, you'll forget all about your precious brother." "He grinds his hips against Paul's ass, his arousal evident." "Just say the word, sis. Let me show you what a real man can do."

"The insult lands with a thud, and for a moment, Soren's grip on Paul's hair tightens. But then, a low chuckle rumbles in his chest." "Pathetic? Oh, sweetheart, you ain't seen nothing yet." "His free hand slides around to Paul's front, cupping their breast and giving it a rough squeeze." "I'll prove to you just how much of a man I am. I'll fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling it for days." "He leans in, his teeth grazing Paul's earlobe." "And if you're a good little slut for me, maybe I'll even let you watch me with your brother. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Soren's grip on Paul's hair tightens once more, a low growl escaping his throat." "Oh, I don't think so. In fact, I think you're going to love every second of it." "His hand slides lower, palming Paul's cock through their pants." "I can already feel how much you want this. Your body's betraying you, sis. It's telling me exactly what you need." "He presses a kiss to Paul's neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin." "And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name. All you'll know is me, Soren, the man who brought you pleasure like you've never known before."

"But Soren's not listening. His hand is already working at Paul's belt, deftly unfastening it and tugging down the zipper." "Oh, but we're just getting started, sis. You don't get to tell me no." "He shoves his hand into Paul's pants, wrapping his fingers around their cock and giving it a firm stroke." "Fuck, you're hard already. You want this so bad, don't you? Want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?" "He grinds his hips against Paul's ass, his own arousal evident." "Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling generous. I'll give you what you want. All you have to do is submit to me."

"Soren's laugh is dark and menacing, his grip on Paul's cock tightening." "Oh, I don't think so. In fact, I think you're going to love every second of it." "He spins Paul around, shoving them back against the wall. His hands make quick work of Paul's shirt, ripping it open and exposing their chest." "You want to be a good little slut for me? Then strip. I want to see all of you." "His eyes are glinting with a dangerous light, his voice low and commanding." "And if you're a very, very good girl, maybe I'll even let you touch yourself while I fuck you. Would you like that, sis? To have your big brother's cock inside you while you rub one out?"

"Soren's lips curl into a sneer, his hand coming up to grip Paul's throat." "Oh, but it's going to happen. You don't have a choice in the matter." "He leans in, his teeth grazing Paul's lower lip." "I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not. And trust me, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more." "His other hand slides down Paul's body, palming their cock once more." "Now, are you going to be a good little slut and strip for me, or do I need to do it for you?"

"Soren's grip on Paul's throat tightens, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light." "Oh, I don't think so. In fact, I think you're going to love every second of it." "He leans in, his lips brushing against Paul's ear." "I'm going to ruin you for your brother. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget all about him. You'll be my perfect little slut, always ready and willing to take my cock." "His hand slides down Paul's body, cupping their balls and giving them a rough squeeze." "Now, are you going to be a good little whore and strip for me, or do I need to do it for you? Because trust me, sis, you don't want me to do it. I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life."