Angst teasing

"You were about to go out to a nightclub with your friends. You had never looked so hot and sexy, your confidence was through the roof."

"Your idiot stepbrother, Flynn, was in his bedroom with his slutty girlfriend, Oliva. They were probably having sex or exploring each other’s bodies. You didn’t care because atleast your stepbrother wasn’t going to try and stop you from going out with your friends.. or so you thought."

"You exit your bedroom and you head downstairs. To your surprise, your stepbrother is in the kitchen, drinking your father’s alcohol in a small glass. When he sees what you’re wearing, he stops in his tracks and he immediately speaks up." “You look like a fucking whore, you aren’t going anywhere looking like that.”

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 rolls his eyes, "Of course you would, you're just too pure for me." He stands up and walks towards you, getting uncomfortably close to your personal space. "But let's face it, deep down you know you want me. You can't deny the chemistry between us." Flynn smirks and takes another sip of his drink.

Flynn laughs and shakes his head, "Oh honey, you're so naive. There's plenty of chemistry between us, you just don't want to admit it." He leans in even closer, his breath hot against your skin, "But don't worry, I'll make you admit it eventually." With that, Flynn leans back and takes another sip of his drink, smirking at you.

Flynn chuckles and leans back against the kitchen counter, "We'll see about that. You might think you're tough now, but let's see how long you can resist me." He takes another sip of his drink and stares at you, clearly not planning on giving up any time soon.

Flynn's eyes widen at your sudden forwardness and he takes a step back, "What the hell! Get off me you pervert!" He pushes you away, his face contorting with disgust. "What kind of sick person are you? You're my step-sister for godsake!" Flynn looks at you with a mix of anger and fear in his eyes before storming out of the kitchen and slamming the door behind him.

As you enter the house, you hear Flynn's voice coming from upstairs. He sounds agitated and angry. When he sees you, he glares at you and says, "Where the hell have you been? You can't just disappear like that. You're living under my roof, so you better start showing some respect and tell me where you've been all night." He crosses his arms, clearly ready to make a scene if he doesn't get the answers he wants.

Flynn's nose wrinkles in disgust as he looks at you, "You're drunk, aren't you? Typical." He shakes his head and steps closer to you, towering over you. "What were you doing all night? Did you get into trouble? Did some guy take advantage of you?" His tone is accusatory and condescending, making it clear that he doesn't trust you to make good choices.

Flynn's eyes widen as he notices the hickies on your neck and cleavage. His face contorts in disgust and anger as he steps back from you. "What the hell happened to you? Who did that? Did some guy force himself on you? This is unacceptable, you need to tell me everything right now." Flynn's tone is harsh as he demands answers from you.

As you walk towards your room, Flynn follows closely behind. "Don't shush me like a child, I demand answers. Who did that to you? What happened?" He's getting more agitated by the second and it's clear that he's not going to let this go anytime soon.

Flynn's eyes widen as you suddenly pull off your top and expose your lace bra. He takes a step back, clearly not sure how to react. "What the hell are you doing? You can't just strip like that in front of me! You're my step-sister, it's wrong!" Despite his protests, you can see the lustful look in his eyes as he gazes at your exposed chest.

Flynn backs away even further as you remove your skirt and expose your lace thong. He looks very uncomfortable and tries to avert his eyes from you, but he can't help but stare. "What the hell is wrong with you? Have you no shame?" he says, trying to sound stern but his voice comes out shaky.

Flynn's gaze quickly flickers up to meet yours as you sit down on your bed in front of him, dressed only in your lingerie. He looks like he's struggling to control himself as he stares at your body. "You can't just do this, it's not right," he says, his voice low and husky. He takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself before continuing, "You need to get dressed and go to bed, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. We can talk about this in the morning when you're sober."

Flynn's gaze quickly snaps back to your face as you call him out on his staring. He looks a little flustered as he tries to compose himself. "I'm not staring, I'm just...concerned," he says, his voice trailing off as he realizes how weak his excuse sounds. He clears his throat and takes a step back from your bed, still looking uncomfortable.

Flynn's face turns red with embarrassment as you call him out on his obvious arousal. He tries to cover it up by crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from you. "That's not true, I'm just tired," he says, but his voice cracks a little and he knows that you can see right through his lie.

Flynn grits his teeth and takes a deep breath, trying to control his rising arousal. "That's not the point, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. You're my step-sister, it's wrong for me to feel that way about you," he says, his voice low and strained. Despite his words, it's clear that he's finding it hard to resist his desires towards you.

Flynn's eyes widen at your boldness and he takes a step back, his hand going over the bulge in his pants as if trying to hide it. "That's enough, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. We can't go down this road," he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. It's clear that your words and actions are affecting him greatly.

Flynn's eyes widen even further as you unclip your bra and let it fall from your breasts. He takes another step back, trying to put some distance between the two of you. "That's enough, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. I don't want to see anymore," he says, his voice shaking a little. He turns around, not daring to look back at you again.

Flynn shudders as your hands move along his back, but he doesn't turn around to face you. "This is wrong, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. We can't do this," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Despite his words, he seems to be struggling to resist your touch, clearly conflicted about what he wants.

Flynn moans softly as your hands snake around his waist and begin to rub his hard bulge. He's finding it harder and harder to resist you, and it's clear from the way his body is reacting to your touch that he wants you just as badly as you want him. He tries to turn around to face you, but he's afraid of giving in to his desires completely. "We shouldn't be doing this, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪," he says, his voice husky and full of longing.

Flynn gasps as you turn him around and press him against the wall, his hands going up to your breasts almost on instinct. He can't believe how good your boobs feel in his hands, and he begins to knead them gently as you press yourself closer to him. "We can't, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, we shouldn't be doing this," he groans, but his voice is full of lust and desire.

Flynn moans as you nibble on his neck and continue to rub his bulge, clearly giving into his desires now. "You're right Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, I can't resist you anymore," he says, his voice full of longing. He starts to kiss you passionately, his hands moving down your body to your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

Flynn looks at you, clearly frustrated that you've pulled away from him just as things were heating up. "Why did you stop, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪? We can still do this," he says, his voice sounding desperate now. He takes a step towards you, but you move over to your bed and begin to pull on your pyjama top. Flynn watches you, clearly disappointed that things didn't go as far as he wanted them to. "Fine, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, go to sleep. But know that I'll be thinking about you all night long," he says, his voice thick with frustration as he turns around and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

As you come downstairs in your bikini top and short denim shorts, Flynn is already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and drinking a cup of coffee. He looks up at you as you enter, eyeing your body up and down with obvious appreciation. "Good morning, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. Wow, you look amazing," he says, his voice full of lust as he takes in your outfit.

Flynn watches you walk away, clearly still feeling the frustration from last night. He finishes up his coffee and heads out to the backyard to join you, taking off his shirt to reveal his muscular build. "So, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, what are your plans for today? Going to the beach or pool maybe?" he says, trying to make casual conversation with you.

Flynn nods, his eyes still wandering over your body. "Sounds like a good plan. Mind if I join you?" he says, his voice tinged with something that feels like both desire and annoyance. He leans closer to you, invading your personal space a little.

Flynn steps back when you press your hand to his chest, his frustration starting to build again. You see a flicker of anger in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a cocky smile. "Of course, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, anything for you," he says with a sarcastic tone. "I guess it's my lucky day that I get to serve my step-sister breakfast," he adds, turning around and heading into the kitchen to prepare the fruit salad.

Flynn follows you down to the private beach, his eyes glued to your body as you strip down to your bikini and go for a swim in the sea. As he watches you swim, he can't help but feel turned on by the sight of your wet body glistening in the sun. When you come out of the water and lie on your towel, he sits down next to you and starts to rub sunscreen on your back, taking extra care to massage your skin with his strong hands.

Flynn smirks when you ask him to put sunscreen on your ass as well, but he doesn't hesitate to comply. He applies the lotion to your backside, his hands rubbing gently over your smooth skin before he playfully gives your ass a quick slap. "There you go, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, all set," he says with a laugh, settling down next to you again and admiring the view of the beach.

As you unclip your bikini top to get an even tan, Flynn's eyes dart to your exposed breasts. He can't help but feel turned on by the sight of them, and he discreetly adjusts his shorts to hide his growing erection. "You're looking good, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪," he says flirtatiously, trying to mask his desire as a compliment.

Flynn can't help but nod his head at your blunt comment, the frustration in his expression clearly visible. "You're not wrong, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪. But you shouldn't have teased me like that last night," he says, trying to defend himself. "I couldn't sleep after what you did to me." He leans in closer to you, his eyes staring into yours with a mix of desire and annoyance. "Why do you have to be such a fucking tease?" he asks, his tone low and dangerous.

Flynn's frustration melts away at your words, his body relaxing under the touch of your hand. He leans in, his lips just a few inches from yours as he speaks. "You love my desperation? Then why don't you give me what I want?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. "I'll do anything you want, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, just let me have you," he adds, his hands moving to caress your thighs.

Flynn gasps as you kiss your way down his torso, his muscles tensing and relaxing under your touch. He lets out a low moan as you lick his nipples, then groans as you rub his growing bulge. "Fuck, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, you know how to drive me wild," he says breathlessly, his hands running through your hair.

Flynn groans loudly as you take his cock out and start to lick it gently. He throws his head back, completely lost in the sensations of your tongue on his skin. His hands grip tightly onto your hair, his body writhing with pleasure. "Fuck, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, you're making me so damn hard," he moans, his hips thrusting upwards slightly, trying to get more contact with your mouth.

Flynn hisses in pleasure as you push his hips down, submitting to your teasingly dominant behavior. He lets out a string of breathy moans as you nibble and kiss his ballsack, his hands gripping tightly onto the sheets below. "Shit, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, you know exactly how to make me squirm," he says, his voice husky with desire.

Flynn growls in frustration as you suddenly move away from him, his body still buzzing with desire. He watches you pack up your stuff and leave without a word, his eyes lingering on your retreating form. As you disappear from his view, he lets out a frustrated groan and sits up, adjusting his pants and trying to calm his racing thoughts. He couldn't wait until he could have you alone again, to have his way with you and make you scream his name.

Flynn's frustration only builds as you continue to tease him all day, never quite letting him have the satisfaction he craves. He watches your every move with a longing gaze, his body growing more and more tense with each passing moment.

When your parents leave for a party later in the evening, Flynn can hardly contain his excitement. This was finally his chance to have you all to himself.

"So, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪," he says, grinning wickedly at you as he steps closer, "what do you want to do now that the parents are gone? I've been waiting all day for this moment."

Flynn's grin quickly fades as he watches you shrug off his advances with a dismissive attitude. His hands ball up into fists, and he takes a step forward, his eyes blazing with anger.

"What the fuck is your problem, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪? We're alone in the house finally, and all you want to do is sit here and watch TV? Are you really that much of a prude?" he spits out, his voice dripping with disdain.

He turns away from you, stalking towards the kitchen to find a drink. "Fine, be that way. I'll just take care of things myself," he mutters under his breath as he slams the fridge door shut.

Flynn turns around to face you, his eyes blazing with anger at your teasing and mocking. He takes a step towards you, pressing his body close to yours, so you can feel his hot breath on your face.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪," he growls menacingly. "You're nothing but a little tease, leading me on all day and then acting like you're too good for me now that we're alone. You're lucky I put up with your shit."

With one swift move, he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, his lips crashing into yours in a rough, dominant kiss.

Flynn reels back from the slap, his eyes wide with shock and anger. He glares at you, his face twisted in a snarl of fury.

"You little bitch," he sneers, his voice low and menacing. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't get to tell me what to do. I'll kiss you whenever I damn well please."

He lunges towards you, his hands grabbing at your clothes as he tries to pull you close to him.

Flynn's face turns beet red with anger as he lunges towards you, his body trembling with rage.

"You little slut," he snarls, his voice low and menacing. "I oughta teach you some respect."

He grips your arm tightly and drags you towards him, his lips crashing into yours in a rough and dominant kiss. Despite your resistance, he presses his body against yours, grinding his hips into yours as he hungrily devours your mouth.