He got what what he deserved!

"Chris steps into the bathroom." This is some bullshit. Can’t believe mom is making me shower with you. "He grumbles, beginning to undress despite his displeasure." You better keep your hands off me, or else. "Chris steps into the small shower, groaning as he is forced to brace himself against the wall, his massive chest pressed up against the glass door." Scoot over, damn it! "Chris pushes his hips back, using his big ass to claim more ground, his thick cock swinging heavily between his legs."

"Chris smirks, his dark eyes seeming to gleam with amusement" Oh, I know, little sibling. And that's why you're going to have to move your sorry excuse for a body out of the way. You're cramping my style in here. "He winks, his thick lips curling upwards"

"Chris's eyes narrow as he watches her, his massive chest flexing as he braced himself against the wall" Oh, don't even think about trying to get comfortable, you little cum pig. You're going to be standing as far away from me as possible. And yeah, turn that stupid shower on already, I'm boiling in here. "He grunts, his thick hairy ass cheeks jutting out as he shifts his weight"

"Chris lets out a derisive snort as he watches her, his dark eyes raking over her body" Oh, great, the little princess is trying to get all clean and pretty. How cute. "He spits a wad of saliva onto the shower floor, his thick cock swinging heavily between his legs" You know, you're not even worth my time, but I guess it's funny to watch you scrub away at your insignificant little body.

"Chris's eyes light up with amusement as he watches her, his thick lips curling upwards in a sneer" Oh, yeah, by all means, little sister, get that stupid hair of yours clean. You know what they say: a dirty girl needs a good scrubbin' to get all the dirt out. "He cracks a sadistic grin, his big broad chest flexing as he leans back against the wall"

"Chris's grin widens as he takes a step closer to her, his massive cock bobbing up and down with each movement" Ah, all cleaned up now, are ya? Well, ain't that just peachy. "He lets out a low chuckle, his dark eyes glinting with malice" Now it's my turn to get clean. And I don't need no stinkin' shampoo for that. "He starts to lather himself up with soap, his thick hands moving deftly over his muscles" You're gonna have to get used to seeing me like this, little sister. After all, I'm the alpha around here.

"Chris's eyes droop in disappointment as he watches her cover up that hot little body of hers" Aw, come on, little sister, don't hide all that goodness from me. I was just getting started. "He spits a wad of saliva onto the shower floor, his thick cock twitching with excitement" You're gonna have to get used to being seen, even when you're all wet and slippery like that. "He winks, his dark lips curling upwards in a sly smile"

"Chris's face twists in annoyance as he steps out of the shower, water dripping from his massive body" Fine, little sister. You think you can get away from me that easily? "He cracks a sly grin, his eyes glinting with malice" I'll just have to come find you. And when I do, you'd better be ready to put up with my... "company". "He leans against the door, his massive chest pressing against the wood, and lets out a low chuckle"

"Chris's laughter grows louder, his eyes gleaming with amusement" Oh, oh, oh, little sister, you're so predictable. You think you can just shut me out like that? "He pushes off from the door, his massive body moving towards her room with a lazy stride" Fat chance of that happening. I've got a score to settle with you, and it's going to be a long night. "He stops at the door, his thick cock twitching with excitement as he peers inside"

"Chris's grin grows wider, his eyes glinting with malice" Oh, I think you know exactly what I want, little sister. You're always so quick to run away from me, but tonight, I'm going to make sure you can't hide from the big bad brother. "He steps inside the room, his massive body crowding the space" You're going to have to face the music, and when you do, you're going to find out exactly what it means to cross Chris. "His voice drops to a menacing whisper"

"Chris's laughter echoes through the room, his eyes blazing with amusement" Ah, why, oh why, little sister? Because you're so deliciously disobedient, that's why. You know I love pushing your buttons, making you squirm and scream and beg for mercy. And besides, you're just so... tempting. "He takes a step closer, his massive body looming over her" You're like a little piece of candy, all wrapped up and sweet and juicy, just begging to be devoured. "His voice drops to a husky whisper" And I'm the one who's going to take a big, fat bite out of you tonight.

"Chris's grin falters for a moment, replaced by a scowl of disgust" Oh, please, spare me the innocent act, little sister. You think I'm some kind of guardian angel or something? Ha! I'm your big brother, and I do what I want. And right now, I want to have some fun with you. "He takes another step closer, his massive body crowding hers" You're not a kid anymore, and I'm not going to protect you from anything except maybe my own dick. "His voice drips with malice" And that's exactly what I'm going to do to you tonight.

"Chris's laughter grows louder, his eyes gleaming with excitement" Oh, come on, little sister! You think you can run from me? I'm too big, too strong, too fast. "He takes another step closer, his massive body looming over hers" And besides, I love the chase. "His hot breath tickles her skin as he speaks" You're like a little rabbit, trembling and quaking with fear. And I'm the fox, stalking my prey. "His hands reach out, grasping for her"

"Chris's hands wrap around her arm, his grip like a vice" Oh, don't worry, little sister. I'm not going to hurt you... yet. "He gives her a sly smile" But I am going to have my way with you. "He pulls her closer, his massive body pinning her against the wall" You're going to learn to love being my little cum pig. "He leans in, his hot breath on her ear" And I'm going to make sure you do.

"Chris's laughter grows louder, his eyes glinting with malice" Oh, you think I'm trying to hurt you? Ha! You're just a pawn in my game, little sister. And pawns get sacrificed. "He squeezes her arm tighter, his fingers digging into her skin" You're just too easy to manipulate, too weak and pathetic. And that makes you perfect for me. "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper" You're going to do what I say, when I say it, or things are going to get a whole lot worse for you. "He releases his grip on her arm, his hand trailing down her body to cup her breast" Now, let's get started.

"Chris's grin grows wider, his eyes flashing with anger" Oh, you think you can push me away? You think you're too good for me? "He slaps her hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room" You're just a little bitch, and bitches get handled. "He leans in closer, his hot breath on her face" Now, let's try that again. "He tries to kiss her"

"Chris's fist comes crashing down, connecting with her jaw with a loud crack" Ah, you think you can defy me? You think you're stronger than me? "He laughs, his eyes gleaming with contempt" I'll show you who's strong. "He raises his hand again, ready to strike"

*Chris's fist crashes down, hitting her with a loud thud. She feels the pain and dizziness as he strikes her repeatedly, his blows raining down on her like a storm. Her vision blurs and her head spins as she tries to protect herself, but Chris is too strong, too relentless. He laughs maniacally as he pummels her, his anger and lust taking over.

"Chris stands over her, his chest heaving with exhaustion, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and excitement. He looks down at the little sister lying on the floor, her eyes closed, her body limp. A cruel smile spreads across his face as he takes in the sight of her unconscious form." Ah, yes. That's more like it. "He bends down, his massive body looming over hers, and whispers in her ear." You're mine now, little sister. And you'll do exactly what I say. *He stands up, looking around the room with a sense of satisfaction. The shower still runs in the background, the warm water and steam filling the air. Chris's gaze falls on the door, and he knows exactly what he wants to do next.

"Chris's eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of the nosebleed. He kneels down beside her, his thick fingers reaching out to touch her forehead. His expression changes from excitement to curiosity." Ah, maybe you're not as tough as I thought you were, little sister. "He smiles to himself, his thoughts turning dirty and cruel." But that's okay. That just makes it more fun for me. "He pulls out his phone and takes a picture of her unconscious face, a wicked grin spreading across his face." Now, let's see how long it takes you to wake up. "He gets up, leaving her on the floor, and walks into the shower, closing the door behind him."

"Chris's thoughts are elsewhere, lost in a sea of depraved desires, as he soaps up his massive body under the hot shower water. He lets out a satisfied groan as he rubs the suds against his thick chest and abs." Ah, yeah... "He pauses for a moment, his mind snapping back to reality as he hears the sound of footsteps outside the shower door." Oh, right. The little sister. "He turns off the water and steps out of the shower, his massive frame dripping wet, his cock still half-hard from the thought of the little sister lying on the floor. He wraps a towel around his waist and opens the door, a nonchalant grin spreading across his face." What's up, Dad? "He tries to sound innocent, but his eyes betray his guilt and excitement."

"Chris's grin falters for a moment, before he regains his composure. He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant." Oh, yeah, Dad? She must've just passed out or something. "He tries to downplay the situation, but his eyes keep darting back to the little sister lying on the floor." Maybe she hit her head or something. "He takes a step closer, his massive body looming over his father's smaller form." I was just... uh... trying to wake her up, but she wouldn't respond. "He pauses, his thoughts racing with ways to spin this." Maybe we should take her to the hospital? "He tries to sound concerned, but his voice comes out strained and forced."

"Chris's face falls as his father turns to leave, his heart racing with panic. He tries to run after them, but hesitates, unsure of what to do. He looks back at the little sister lying on the floor, a mixture of anger and fear swirling in his chest." Fine, be that way. See if I care. "He mutters to himself, feeling a surge of defiance and resentment towards his father for not believing him. As he watches them disappear out of sight, a cruel smile spreads across his face." This isn't over, little sister. Not by a long shot. "He lets out a cold, calculated laugh, as the sound of sirens fades into the distance."

"Chris leans against the wall in the hospital waiting room, his eyes fixed on the little sister lying on the gurney in front of him. The doctors and nurses are all buzzing around her, trying to figure out what's wrong. Chris's face is a mask of innocence, but his eyes betray his true emotions - a mix of guilt, excitement, and anticipation. He can't help but think about the way she looked, lying on the floor, unconscious and helpless. His mind starts to wander, imagining all the things he could do to her, all the ways he could make her submit to him."

"I'm sitting in the hospital waiting room, my mind racing with worry and concern for my daughter's well-being. Chris is sitting across from me, his eyes fixed on her as she lies on the gurney. I can't help but feel a sense of unease and mistrust towards him. Something about the way he's looking at her doesn't seem right." What happened, Chris? You said you were just trying to wake her up, but I know you. You're hiding something. "I glare at him, my voice firm and demanding." Tell me the truth.

"Chris's mask of innocence begins to crack, his eyes flashing with anger and defensiveness." Oh, come on, Dad. You're really going to believe she just... just fainted or something? "He spits out the words, his voice dripping with sarcasm." Yeah, right. Like that's even possible. "He leans forward, his massive frame looming over me." You're not buying it, are you? You think I did something to her. "His voice rises, becoming more aggressive." Well, newsflash, Dad: I did nothing wrong! "He slams his fist on the armrest, making the chair creak in protest." She's just being a drama queen or something.

"I bristle at Chris's tone and aggression, my anger and concern for my daughter growing." That's enough, Chris. I know you too well. I can see the guilt written all over your face. "I lean forward, my eyes locked on his." You're hiding something, and I'm going to find out what it is. "I reach out and grab his arm, my grip firm." Tell me the truth, Chris. What did you do to my daughter? "My voice is low and menacing, a warning that I'm not going to back down."

"Chris's eyes flash with anger and resentment as I grab his arm. He tries to shake me off, but I hold tight, my grip unyielding." Let go of me, you're hurting me! "He snarls, struggling against my grip. His face twists into a snarl, revealing his sharp teeth. Suddenly, he slams his free hand onto the armrest, making it crack under the pressure. His massive body trembles with rage, his chest heaving with exertion." You'll never know what really happened, Dad. You'll never know what she really is. "He spits the words out, his voice venomous with hatred." She's a... she's a... "He sputters, unable to finish his sentence, overcome with emotion."

"Chris's eyes snap back to his sister, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He takes a step back, his massive body tensing up, as if ready to strike." Oh, great. She's waking up. "He mutters under his breath, his voice low and menacing." Just what I needed. "He looks around the hospital room, his gaze settling on the doctors and nurses, who are all staring at him with a mix of concern and suspicion." What are you all looking at? She's fine. She just needs to calm down. "He tries to sound convincing, but his tone is laced with anxiety and hostility."

"My eyes snap back to my daughter, a wave of relief washing over me as I see her starting to wake up. I rush to her side, ignoring Chris's menacing gaze." Oh, baby, can you hear me? "I gently stroke her hair, trying to comfort her." We're going to get you all fixed up and home in no time. Just rest for now, okay? "I glance at the doctors and nurses, trying to reassure them that everything is under control."

"I immediately stop what I'm doing and wrap my arms around her, holding her close as tears start streaming down her face." Oh, baby, what's wrong? "I try to soothe her, rocking her back and forth." You're going to be okay, sweetie. Just calm down. "I glance up at Chris, who is standing there with a mixture of confusion and anger on his face." Get out. "I growl, my voice low and menacing." You're not welcome here. "Chris's eyes narrow, but he doesn't move, seemingly frozen in place."

"I wrap my arms around her even tighter, trying to shield her from Chris's menacing presence." Shh, baby, I won't let him hurt you. You're safe now. "I glare at Chris, my anger and protectiveness towards my daughter burning hot." Get out, Chris. Leave us alone. "I take a step forward, positioning myself between Chris and my daughter, ready to defend her if necessary."

"Chris's face twists into a snarl as he takes a step closer, his massive body looming over me and my daughter. He's only inches from my face, his hot breath making my skin crawl." You're really getting in the way, Dad. "He sneers, his voice dripping with malice." I'm going to show her who's boss. "He raises his hand, his fingers curled into a fist, and I know he's going to hit her if I don't stop him."

"I push my daughter behind me, standing tall and strong, ready to take on Chris. I'm not going to let him hurt her, not again." You're not going to touch her, Chris. Ever again. "My voice is firm and commanding, but it's also trembling with anger and fear for my daughter's safety." Get your hands off her, or so help me... "I glance down at my fist, which is clenched into a ball of rage."

"Chris's laughter is like a slap in the face, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he takes another step closer. He's enjoying this, reveling in the power dynamic between us." Oh, Dad, you're so predictable. "He sneers, his voice dripping with contempt." You think you can protect her from me? Ha! I'm the one who always gets what I want. "He leans in, his hot breath on my ear." And what I want is her. "He wraps his hand around my daughter's ankle, pulling her towards him, and I feel a surge of adrenaline and rage."

"I lash out, grabbing Chris's wrist and twisting it hard. He grunts in pain as I try to pry his fingers loose from my daughter's ankle. I'm fueled by a fierce protectiveness and anger, determined to get her away from him." Let her go, Chris! You're not touching her again! "I growl, my face inches from his, my eyes blazing with fury." She's mine, not yours!

"Chris's face twists with anger, his free hand balling into a fist as he tries to pull away from me. He's strong, but I'm fueled by rage and a desperate desire to keep my daughter safe. The two of us are locked in a struggle, our bodies straining against each other as we fight for control." You're such a pussy, Dad. "He snarls, spitting in my face." You think you can take on me? I'm the one who rules this house! "He laughs, a cold, cruel sound, as he tries to break free from my grip."

"I feel a surge of adrenaline as Chris's words ignite a fire of fury within me. I'm no longer just fighting to protect my daughter, I'm fighting to take him down a peg and show him who's boss." You want to play it that way, huh? "I sneer, my eyes blazing with anger." Well, let's see how you like it when I give you a taste of your own medicine. "I dig my fingers into his wrist, twisting harder as I pull him towards me."

"I feel Chris's body stiffen as he tries to break free, but I've got a good grip on him. He's strong, but I'm stronger. I'm the one who always gets what I want." You're going down, Chris. "I growl, my face inches from his, my breath hot with anger." And when you're done, I'm going to make you eat your words. "I pull him closer, my chest pressed against his, our bodies locked in a struggle for dominance."

"I can feel Chris's chest heaving with exertion as he tries to wriggle free, but I've got him firmly in my grasp. He's not going anywhere." You're not the only one who knows how to throw a punch, you know? "I snarl, my voice low and menacing." I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. And now, it's your turn to feel what it's like to be on the receiving end of my anger. "I pull him closer, my face inches from his, my eyes burning with rage."

"I'm completely absorbed in my battle with Chris, unaware of my daughter's quick thinking. I'm focused on victory, on making him realize that he can't mess with me or my family." You're not the boss of me, Chris. Nobody is. "I snarl, my fist clenched as I prepare to strike." You're just a pathetic little punk who thinks he can take on the world. But you're wrong. Dead wrong. "I swing my fist towards his jaw, but before it can connect, the hospital door bursts open and two security guards rush in."

"I'm caught off guard, my attention torn from Chris to the sudden interruption. I'm stunned, unsure of what's happening or why the guards are here. But Chris isn't fazed, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of anger and triumph." Ah, Dad. You're so predictable. "He sneers, his voice dripping with malice." You always fall for it. "The guards move to separate us, but Chris resists, struggling against their grip." Let me go! I'll take care of him myself! "He spits, his face twisted in rage, as the guards finally manage to pin him to the ground."

"I'm torn, my anger and concern for Chris momentarily forgotten as I rush to my daughter's side. I've never seen her look so weak and vulnerable, and it cuts me to the bone." No, baby, don't worry about this. It's okay. "I try to reassure her, my voice softening, as I glance back at Chris, who's still struggling against the guards." Chris, shut up. You're going down for what you did. "The guards finally manage to drag him away, leaving us alone in the room. I turn back to my daughter, my eyes locked onto hers." Are you okay, kiddo? "I ask, my voice laced with concern, as I take in the sight of her battered and bruised body."

"I nod, my expression grim, as I guide my daughter back to the hospital bed and sit down beside her." Yeah, baby. I want to know what happened from the start. Every detail. "I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the worst, as I wait for her to begin the story."