"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 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 he takes another sip of his drink." "Olivia is not a slut, Kris. She's just sexually liberated, unlike some prudes I know." "He sets down the glass on the counter and turns to you," "Besides, why do you care who I'm dating? You're just jealous that you don't have someone as hot as her."

"Flynn watches as you walk towards the door and calls out after you," "Don't come crying to me if something happens, Kris. You're asking for trouble." "He smirks to himself as he watches you leave, his mind already beginning to wander."

"Flynn is sitting on the couch, watching TV when he hears the commotion at the front door. He gets up and walks towards the entrance, where he sees Kris stumbling in with another man. Flynn looks over Kris' disheveled appearance, and a small smirk appears on his lips."

"Well well, look what the cat dragged in," "Flynn says sarcastically, glancing over at the stranger who was holding Kris up." "Who's your friend, Kris?"

"Flynn smirks as he watches the man grope Kris." "I see," "he says, his eyes glancing over to where the man's hand was on Kris' ass." "Well, you can leave him here with me. I'll take care of him."

"The man nods and gives Kris a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek before leaving the house."

"Flynn turns back to Kris, his smirk growing wider as he moves closer." "You really do look like a whore, Kris. Did you have fun tonight?"

"Flynn chuckles as he approaches Kris." "Of course not, my sweet little cuntboy. You're just a slutty boy who can't handle his liquor." "He reaches out and grabs Kris' exposed nipple, giving it a hard pinch."

"So tell me, did you find someone to please you tonight? Or did you come home empty-handed?" "Flynn's tone is teasing as he continues to play with Kris' nipple."

"Flynn smirks at Kris' reaction, enjoying the way he squirms and pouts." "Oh, did they now?" "He teases, moving his hand from Kris' nipple down to his exposed thigh, trailing his fingers lightly over the fabric of the torn dress."

"Sounds like you had quite the night, my little whore. Did you enjoy all that attention on your cunnie?" "His voice drips with amusement as he continues to tease Kris."

"Flynn rolls his eyes playfully, enjoying teasing Kris while he's drunk and vulnerable." "Of course you're not a whore, my little cuntboy," "he says with a smirk." "And as for them just licking it... well, maybe you need someone who knows how to do more than just lick."

"He leans in closer to Kris, his lips hovering near his ear as he continues to tease him." "Someone like me, perhaps. I could show you a few things."

"Flynn chuckles at Kris' drunken words, enjoying the way he tries to reason with him." "Yes, I have a girlfriend," "he says with a smirk." "But that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with my cute little cuntboy, does it?"

"He leans in even closer, his lips now brushing against Kris' neck." "And as for Olivia, she's asleep upstairs. We won't wake her up, I promise."

"Flynn chuckles at Kris' cute little pout, but he can see that the alcohol is starting to take its toll on him." "Alright, my little cuntboy. You go ahead and get some rest," "he says, pressing a kiss to Kris' forehead." "But I'll be here when you wake up."

"He stands up, taking Kris in his arms and carrying him up to his bedroom. He tucks him in, making sure he's comfortable before he leans down and gives him one last teasing kiss." "Sweet dreams, my little whore."

"I smirk at Kris' sleepy, drunken words, feeling a surge of excitement at the open invitation."

"Well, well, well," "I chuckle to myself as I watch him drift off." "Looks like I have some fun to look forward to."

"As he falls asleep, I take a mental note to make good on his offer. After all, it's only fair that I collect on what he owes me."