Big brother's watching you - Closed for UKStud69

Caitlin - known as 'Kat'

Kat turned the volume up on her boombox and smiled apologetically at her best friend, Donna. The thin walls of their mobile home meant that her big brother's epic row with his girlfriend could be heard right through the site. A few minutes later the front door was nearly slammed off its hinges by Victoria's exit. If she was hoping that her boyfriend would chase after her, she was wasting her time. Kat's brother had always had an eye for the ladies and with his looks, there were always plenty more trout in the stream. Donna rose to peer out the window and watch Victoria stalk over to her little fiesta.

"What the hell was that about?" She asked, wide eyed.

"Fucked if I know." Kat shrugged. "He never keeps one for long. Must be his charm."

The unmistakeable sound of the fridge opening and a beer popping open punctuated the silence in between the tracks on Kat's CD.

"Sod this, let's go down the pub." She suggested.

Donna needed little persuasion and it was still thrilling to be able to walk into a pub legally rather than sneak into the beer garden and send older friends to buy booze. Kat knew that her brother would probably be drinking hard and when he did that while in a bad mood, well it was a wonder they had a home left at all. Their mother would be back from her job at the convenience store at almost midnight and by then Kat's brother would be tearing up a nightspot or just possibly, passed out.

Kat fixed her make-up and changed into a tight vest top that made the most of her slim curves. While Donna used the bathroom she heard her brother stomp out onto the front steps and so she snuck into his room and popped open the false bottom in his blanket box. Beneath the plywood was a tight roll of £20 notes and a number of tins and packets. Kat pinched £40 and opened the smallest tin to find some neat little wraps of cocaine. If her brother suspected her of stealing, he had kept it to himself. He was often too wasted to keep track of his stash. He couldn't confront Kat in case she knew nothing about the drug dealing. It was win win for her. Kat didn't dip into her brother's stash often enough to confirm any suspicions he might have and she knew damn well he'd be partying hard tonight so it was a calculated risk. She pocketed two tightly wrapped grams and carefully left everything as she had found it.

Back in her own tiny room, Kat and Donna did a small line each from the top of her chest of drawers, which was also a makeshift dressing table. Kat stowed the rest in her handbag, stuffing it into a wrapped sanitary towel where nobody was likely to look.

The girls waved cheerily to Kat's big brother as they passed him on the porch steps. Asshole didn't even lift his head. Kat tugged down her tiny denim skirt and tottered off on her heels, arm in arm with Donna.

It was Friday night and the pub was heaving, so Kat and Donna could get away with sharing a cubicle in the ladies. You never knew who was queueing or what they might hear so it paid to be careful. Donna pissed while Kat quietly chopped two lines out on the cistern and then Kat pissed to cover the sound of Donna hoovering her line up through a rolled £20. Then Kat yanked her black lace thong up and bent over the cistern. Donna flushed the loo while Kat did her own line. Later in the evening they'd be far more careless but by then nobody who overheard would be in much of a position to give a shit. The girls checked one another's faces over, then dusted off the cistern and stalked out to fix their war paint.

"Ladies."

The girls turned towards the male voice in unison, straightening their spines to make the most of their padded and hiked up tits. Donna's smile remained flirtatious but Kat's face fell the instant she clocked her brother. One glance was enough to tell her that he had rumbled her.

"Donna I just need to have a word with my sister, I hope you don't mind. I'll bring her straight back to you so you can continue your night,"

Donna batted her false lashes and giggled. Kat opened her mouth to protest but Ryan gripped her arm in a manner that brooked no argument. Fucking missing link spent half his time working out or brawling. He dragged her out into the garden much faster than her strappy heels would let her keep up. Kat practically fell over as he yanked her around a corner and out of sight, slamming her back into a brick wall hard enough to make her head pop back and strike it. Kat glared up at him.

"When the fuck did you start doing coke, and more importantly when were you so stupid to think you could get away with stealing from me?"

Kat felt no pain, not in her arm where he gripped her or the back of her head. She was coming up on the coke now and still being quite the lightweight for it, she had to keep her mind focused in order to take her great hulking brother seriously. Unable to check her thoughts and keep them private, Kat's lips twisted into a triumphant smile. Her eyes narrowed into black lined slits, her light green irises flashing with mirth.

"I've been touching you for months big bro... coke, whiz and money. Ain't my fault you never learned to count."

She chuckled at her joke.

"Call it a G here and there to keep me quiet about your... business venture. It's not like I sprinkle it on my cornflakes every morning, I just like to party now and then. You could say you introduced me to it... leaving it lying around where anyone with half a brain can find it. I thought it'd just be porn under there but no... big bro's got a broadband dongle. Can't blame a girl for broadening her horizons. Now let me go or Donna will get picked up by some arsehole. She's hopeless, got no taste when she's buzzing."

She held Ryan's gaze and waited for him to let her go. He wasn't hurting her and she wasn't scared of her own brother. Sure, he was pissed off but that would pass. They were family.

Caitlin had seen the look of barely restrained rage on her brother's face before but it had never been directed at her... not like this. Maybe it was the coke fogging her judgement but suddenly she was very afraid of him. Ryan pinned her to the wall with his tall, rock hard body and when his top lip curled upwards in a sneer Caitlin actually flinched. His voice when he spoke was low and menacing, slicing through her buzz and kicking adrenaline into her veins.

"You better fucking watch your mouth Caitlin," he hissed at her. "You're going the right way about getting a slap," he warned her. "And look at you, all dressed up like a slut. You trying to find a man desperate enough to fuck you," he continued spitefully. "At least Donna actually carries the look off and looks like she would be wild in bed. You just look like a desperate virgin trying too hard to impress," he added vindictively with a sneer. "Besides if I see you talking to any guys in here, they are going through the pub window, so you better think about that,"

He spat on her shoe. Caitlin was so disgusted it took her a second to even find words.

"Oh, so it's alright for you to cat around town but I'm not even allowed to talk to anybody? I'm fucking eighteen Ryan and I'll talk to who I like." Caitlin hid behind her bravado but his words stung. Suddenly she went from feeling sexy and mature to like a little girl who was trying too hard. Damn him!

"So you say Donna's got bad taste in men eh sis," he asked repeating what she had just told him. "She looks like an easy lay, and you know how much of an asshole I am, right Kat,"

He gripped her arm hard enough for her to feel it through the coke and Kat knew without caring much about it that she'd have bruises there by morning. She tugged her arm away but he wouldn't let go.

"You stay the fuck away from my friends Ryan." She hissed. "I wouldn't wish you on my worst fucking enemy."

"I think I'll join your table for the rest of the night and see if I can't use my gentlemanly charm on young Donna." He continued as though she hadn't even spoken, utterly infuriating her.

"For now though, you can give me fucking coke back... Ok we can play it the hard way then Kat,"

He snatched her bag and pawed through it. Kat tried to take advantage of the fact Ryan had let her go but she was too spaced out to react fast enough. She took a step towards the door back into the pub but something flew up and hit her in the face, making her stumble backwards in surprise.

"Classy," The condom fell to the floor.

"I'm fucking eighteen Ryan!" She was screaming at him now. "If I want to fuck every man in that bar it's none of your bloody business!"

"Where's the fucking wrap?"

He got that look in his eye again and Kat's latest insults died in her throat. Ryan backed her up into the wall and smiled malevolently before shoving a huge hand into her top. Kat gasped but was too shocked to shout at him. Within moments he had found the wrap. It wasn't the only one she had, the other was tucked inside a sanitary towel, nestled inside the wrapping.

"Come on then you little druggy whore," he said pocketing the wrap, grabbing her under the armpit and dragging her back inside. "We'll continue this later,"

Once it became clear he was taking her back inside, Kat decided to keep her mouth shut and avoid angering Ryan again. She was still shocked by the way he had frisked her though. They discovered that Donna had grabbed a table and Ryan wasted no time in cosying up to her on the bench seat.

"My sister said I should join you two, as my mates haven't turned up, I hope you don't mind Donna," he said sweetly. "Our Mum is doing a double night shift tonight, so we can always continue the party back at ours, if the landlord doesn't let us have a lock in,"

Donna was so busy smiling up into Ryan's face that she completely missed the way Kat was glaring at him.

"Ooh, I've never been to a lock in." Donna replied, all wide eyed and smiling.

"Well generally they just settle for locking him out." Kat snapped.

Fuck, this was going to be a boring night. Kat wasn't sure about tempting Ryan's wrath by flirting with guys herself. She was just going to be sat here nauseated by her brother's attempts to act like Mr Nice-GuyTM who would be swiftly ditched by his inner bastard the moment he had Donna naked. Stupid girl knew what Ryan was like because Kat had bitched about him to her often enough. The coke and vodka was taking effect however. Kat took a long pull on her own drink and folded her arms petulantly.

Half an hour later, Kat excused herself and went to the toilet. Normally Donna would be on her heels after a line but she was totally wrapped up in Ryan. Kat did another line and got herself another drink. A handsome young guy she hadn't seen before smiled at her and started chatting. Kat looked over her shoulder and made sure that Ryan was engrossed in his charm offensive. The coke made her brazen and she swigged a Smirnoff Ice.

"Do you want to just get out of here?"

The guy looked like he had been struck dumb but he wasn't about to turn her down. He held out his hand and she took it. The hustled out of the pub and she walked briskly towards the first bend in the road, where they would be out of sight.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"I don't care."

After ten minutes of walking and making small talk Kat finished her bottle and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Kat's whole body was hypersensitive and she arched against him helplessly, moaning into his mouth. She knew she was acting like a pneumatic slut but she didn't care. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb and if her brother was going to tear strips off her she wanted to feel like she'd earned it.

"You got anything?" She asked him, snaking her hand down to the bulge in his jeans.

"In my wallet." He told her. Kat slid her hand into his back pocket and retrieved it, kissing him hard the whole time. She lead him off the road and into some woods, making sure they were out of sight of the road.

She had planned to wait for someone special but meeting a guy was difficult when she knew Ryan would punch guys out just for looking at her. She felt like the last virgin on the site, some other girls her age were married and mothers already, though not always in that order. What was the big fucking deal?

She was about to find out.

The guy whose name she didn't even know pulled up her skirt and rubbed her clit, fingering her inside her thong before pulling it down. Kat felt herself getting wet and apprehensive. The first time always hurt. He pushed up her top and flickered his tongue over her nipples. Kat's stomach squirmed and pleasure started to pulse between her legs. She rolled onto her back and he needed no further encouragement. He freed his cock and rolled on the condom. She opened her legs wide as he lay down over her, gripping his shaft and searching for her pussy while he attacked her breasts again with his mouth.

"Ooh" Kat was lost, hypersensitive and impatient for him to take her. He found her entrance and thrust his hips forwards. Kat felt a stab of pain and whimpered but he couldn't get inside her.

"Fuck... you are tight." He told her. He spat on his hand and coated her pussy with saliva. Kat stretched up to kiss him again.

"Please..."

He thrust harder and her body yielded to him, a hot rush of blood spiralling up through her with exquisite gentleness, even as her body registered the pain of her busted hymen.

"Ah!"

He looked down at where their bodies fused and saw the blood. He met her gaze uncomprehendingly.

"You... you were a virgin. Fucking hell... how old are you?"

Ket sensed he was losing his nerve so she moved her hips and took more of him in, wrapping her arms around his back.

"I'm more than old enough... please don't stop... just do it."

He kissed her hand and hammered into her, slamming her body into the dirt floor until he came. To Kat's coked up, hypersensitive body it felt incredible to be nailed into the ground, her pussy pulsing and flexing with raw need while he filled her up again and again. She felt his cock throbbing inside her tight hole as he spurted hot cum into his condom. When he pulled out she lay there looking at his hot body but she wasn't nearly sated. Kat's hand snaked down to her clit and she rubbed it furiously. The pain and pleasure spiralled in unison until she came hard, bucking and spurting onto the forest floor.