Blind Date

Tommy smirked as he led Jazzy and Sean downstairs. Mission accomplished. He flipped on the light, illuminating the basement. There was indeed a full bar, pool table, and big screen. Tommy went over to the pool table and started racking up the balls.

"Hey Jazzy, wanna fix us all a drink while I kick your boyfriend's ass in pool?"

Sean smirked. "Fat chance of that," he said.

"Cocky bastard," Tommy said, smiling. "Wanna put your money where your mouth is? Twenty bucks?" he asked, pulling out his wallet and dropping a twenty on the pool table.

"Anytime," Sean said, doing the same. Tommy finished racking the balls and grabbed a cue stick.

"I'll let you break this time," Tommy said, leaning against the bar and watching Sean line up the shot.
 
Jazzy clenched her fists. He was ruining everything! She could see what Tommy was doing too. He was trying to make sure that she wouldn't get to be alone with Sean. Her eyes narrowed at Tommy for a moment before she gave a dazzling smile.

"Sure, bro." She stood up and just to be a bitch because she knew Tommy hadn't really gotten over that night when they were together, she swayed her hips as she walked out of the room, then grabbed two beers and the rest of the bowl of strawberries.

If he wanted to play, she'd play and she'd win.

Jasmine put the beers on a tray along with the strawberries then grabbed the whipped cream and walked back to the basement, set the beers down and then sat in the chair across from the pool table and proceeded to watch the game.

Each time Tommy would hit the ball, she'd find some way to innocently distract him by eating the strawberry, letting the juice dribble down her chin before seductively licking it away. It was her way of saying, look what you can't have. Of course, just to be fair, she did the same thing whenever it was Sean's turn, except not as often.

Sean, being the idiot that he was didn't even notice the mild teasing she was doing to her brother.
 
Tommy managed to maintain quite a bit of self control, in spite of the teasing Jazzy was doing to him with the strawberries and whipped cream and juices and her damn pink tongue. He tried to line up as many shots as he could facing away from her, teasing her back a bit as he bent over, wiggling his butt a little bit in his tight jeans in her direction.

Sean, however, was much more susceptible to her bit of teasing, and kept missing easy shots. Tommy sank the eight ball and snatched up Sean's bet, finishing his beer just as they heard the front door open upstairs.

"Aww, looks like Mom and Dad are back with the cake. Guess it's time for dessert," Tommy said, a satisfied grin on his face as he tossed his beer bottle in a trash bin and headed up the steps.
 
By that time, Jasmine had finished up nearly all of the strawberries. Juice had already stained her shirt. "Fuck, I gotta go change..." she muttered as she stood up to walk out of the basement.

Jazzy glared at Tommy, he wasn't even effected or at least...it appeared that way. Part of her felt slightly disappointed, so disappointed that when Sean tried to lead her back to the kitchen with his hand on her ass, she brushed him off and walked past both guys.

"Stupid men.." she muttered as she walked up to her old bedroom, slamming it behind her. Just as she had pulled off her top, the door opened and it was Sean.

"Sean, what the fuck?!" Jazzy exclaimed.

"Come on, babe...just give me a blowjob or something to tide me over til the end of this stupid dinner."Sean begged and Jazzy rolled her eyes.

"No, my parents are home now...if someone hadn't gotten so easily distracted...." her voice trailed off. Oh, she was going to make Tommy pay for that. She knew he'd done that on purpose.

"Seriously Jazz? I mean come on, who could pass up the chance to..."

"Lose at pool against my brother? Yeah, I applaud you." She said sarcastically.

"Babe come on, all I'm askin is for a blowjob and then.."

"I'm not in the mood anymore." She snapped

"Then I'm leavin." Sean said starting for the door.

"W-what? No you can't!" Jazzy stammered

"You know the only reason I came to this fuckin dinner..."

"Yeah and you'll get it but...not now." Jasmine didn't want to be left here alone with no way home because they had driven in Sean's car. Sean shook his head, "You had your chance, I'm out. Call me when your visit with the rents are done."

He walked out of her room and from upstairs she could hear the sound of the front door slamming. Damn it, now what was she going to do? She walked downstairs after changing her top to a halter top that shows off a bit of cleavage but also left a bit to the imagination and gave her parents a weak smile. "Uh, Sean had to go to work. He told me to apologize for leaving in such a haste..." she said.

"Oh, thats a shame." their mother said, "Do you have a ride home?"

Jasmine shook her head, "I could catch a cab or something."

"Nonsense! I'm sure Tommy would be able to take you home. Besides, that will give you some time to catch up...it's been awhile since you've seen one another."

Jasmine looked down at the table before looking up at Tommy like their parents were doing for confirmation.

Please, say no, say no... she thought.
 
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Tommy smiled across the table at his sister. "It has been a while. So this is two you owe me now," he said with a smirk.

"What are you talking about?" Mom asked.

"I did her a favor the last time I saw her a few months ago," Tommy said.

"Well that was nice of you."

"Yeah. No problem," he said. "I can give you a ride. We're gonna have to stop by my place on the way, so I can give you your birthday present," he said, a conspiratorial grin on his face.
 
Nooooooooooooo!!!! She screamed in her mind. She glared at Tommy for only a few seconds, not long enough for their parents who were already ignoring them by staring lovingly into one anothers eyes. "I thought we settled that.." she muttered only loud enough for Tommy to hear, then outloud said, "Great! Thanks Tommy, you're the best big brother ever!" Since she had formerly been a cheerleader, pretending to be happy about something, came easily to her.

The whole reason she had invited Sean was so that it wouldn't be easy for her and Tommy to be anywhere near one another. That idea obviously was out the window.

He's so not getting any when I get back to the dorm... she thought, "Well, then shall we go? I have an exam tomorrow so I probably need to go to bed." It was lie but hopefully it would work.
 
"Yeah, sure, no problem," Tommy said. He knew his sister was full of shit when she said he was the best ever. He could see right through it. They said their goodbyes to their folks and headed out to Tommy's car, and he drove them towards the City.

"So Sean seems like a real winner," he said with a smirk, thinking about the extra twenty bucks he had in his pocket.
 
Jazzy kept her gaze on the view outside the window. Granted it was a dark view and the only thing she could see were the city lights. She rolled her eyes which was clearly seen through the reflection of the window and because of the lights.

Then she smirked, "He is. Like I said, had to work couldn't stay long. He said he'll kick your ass at pool next time though." She lied, then started to gush as she normally would about her new boyfriends. "He's so sweet, a real keeper. Last week he bought me..." llingerie" A beautiful outfit for my birthday. It was an early birthday gift." she explained. "And oh god, he's soo good in..." then she gave a look of fake embarassment. "Oh, nevermind I'm sure you don't want to hear that."
 
Tommy was gripping the steering wheel tight enough to turn his knuckles white when she started gushing about her boyfriend. He kept his mouth shut, clenching his teeth a bit. He didn't like hearing about his sister getting fucked. Unless he was the one doing the fucking. He'd been needing to fuck her again ever since the night of the "drunken mistake."

"Well, you're absolutely gonna love what I got you for your birthday," he said, changing the subject as he pulled the car off the freeway and started heading for his apartment.
 
Jazzy wasn't sure why she enjoyed upsetting her brother. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush she got whenever she did. Plus, she hated to admit this, but he did look sexy when he was upset. She shook those thoughts from her mind as he mentioned this...mysterious gift of his.

Why did that scare her? Normally, her intuitions were correct but, she didn't think her brother would go as far as to....

Not again, not after they had agreed that the night of the 'drunken mistake' was just that, a drunken mistake. Besides, she was never one to pass up on gifts.

"Can't wait. Can't stay too long though, test and all that."
 
"Right. A test. On Sunday morning?" Tommy said, turning down a side street and heading towards his apartment. He pulled the car to a stop and turned it off and got out. He headed up towards his door and opened, flipping on a light as his sister followed him in.

"You wany anything to drink?" he asked her, heading towards the kitchen.
 
Jazzy clenched her teeth in anger. Damn him for being so perceptive. "Yes, I have weekend classes, just started them two weeks ago. You don't know everything about me..." She pushed her dark hair behind her shoulders in haughtiness.

Then, she got out of the car and walked inside. Flashes of what had happened on that drunken night seemed to be coming back to her in a flash. She shook them away and shrugged, "I guess...I mean, you are the one taking me home so if I don't think it matters if I drink."

She sat down on the couch and grabbed one of his magazines. It was a lame car magazine with chicks in nothing but short shorts and belly tops. She casually flipped through it not really reading it but giving herself something to read.
 
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Tommy wasn't sure if she meant that she wanted a drink or not, so he made her one anyway. A simple vodka and cranberry juice on ice. He called out to her from the kitchen just as she was picking up a magazine. "Hey, Jazzy, come here, I've got your present in my room..."
 
Jasmine paused mid-turn of a magazine page which was advertising some car part. In his...room? She gulped as a few naughty ideas came to mind. No, he wouldn't...he couldn't possibly. Could he? No! He hadn't even shown any indication that he was even planning that.

Jazzy was obviously over thinking things. She sighed and stood up, slowly and a bit hesitantly she walked to the kitchen, grabbed her drink, took a slight sip and followed Tommy to his room.

It was like the room still echoed moans of pleasure from that drunken night. It damn near tortured her to be in the room. "So, um where is it?" She asked, sitting down on the bed. She remembered how he had pounded into her, making her cry out his name over and over in pleasure until she...

NO! She was not here for that. He would give her her gift then she would be dropped off at her dorm. That's it that's all.
 
"It's right here," Tommy said, grabbing a shoe-box from his desk. It was tied closed with ribbon and a little bow on the top. He handed it over to her.

Inside, sitting in bed of crumpled newspaper, was a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. Tommy's heart raced as she took the box. This was the moment of truth. He would be taking her again, now...
 
She let out a small sigh of relief. He really did have a gift for her. That was good. She was getting sort of scared there for a second. She stared at the box then grinned a playful grin, "A shoebox, gee...I hope these are an awesome pair of shoes because if not, you're cheaper than I thought.."

She started to untie the bow which took a few moments because she had never been good at untying tight bows and this one was definately tight. Finally, she got it untied and stared at the newspaper. "God, you couldn't even afford gift tissue?" She said in a mocking tone.

Then, she pulled out the newspaper. Handcuffs? "Uh, thanks? I think.. I mean i could think of something..or rather someone to use these on.." Her mind quickly turning to using them on Sean. This time, without thinking she said, "Sean would probably enjoy not being the one in..." crap, she hadn't even meant to be a tease that time.
 
"Sean" was the last word Tommy wanted to hear at that particular moment.

"Enough about Sean, I know that asshole can't give you the kind of pleasure I can," he said, grabbing his sister suddenly by the shoulders and pushing her down onto his bed. He grabbed for the handcuffs, getting on top of her on the bed. "Here, let me show you how to properly use these..."
 
"What do you mean, enough about..." her voice trailed off as she was pushed onto the bed and Tommy said he would teach her how to properly use the handcuffs. Her eyes narrowed. God, how could she be so stupid?! "Get off me Tommy, seriously. This isn't funny! I told you were aren't doing this again..." She squirmed beneath him trying to get away, though it was futile because he'd always been stronger than her.
 
He wrestled the handcuffs away from her as he tried his best to hold her down, barely succeeding as she squirmed under his grasp. He managed to get on top of her, sitting on her, straddling her at her waist, and grabbed her wrist and slipped one of the cuffs around it, tightening it and pulling it up above her head.

"We are most definitely doing this again," he growled at her, his hand pawing at her chest before grabbing her other wrist and pulling it over her head. He got the handcuffs wrapped around the iron bar at the top of his headboard and then cuffed her other wrist in it. He sat back and smiled at her as she struggled against her bonds. "And I think you're gonna enjoy it more than you let on..."
 
"B-but you promised Tommy..." She said, not really remembering if he actually said the words promise. Actually, come to think of it, he hadn't said he'd promise in fact all he said was that it had been a drunken mistake. Crap, she was in for it now.

She didn't let up her protests though. She'd fight throughout the whole time if she could. "Let me go!!!!" She screamed, still squirming beneath him. "I don't want this!! I'm not like you, Tommy!" And by that she meant that she was indeed normal, that she could have a normal life and not go off and fuck her brother in secret.
 
"I don't give a shit," he growled, moving off her body for a moment. He knelt between her legs, pushing them wide apart, his hands on her thighs, pushing her denim skirt up her legs, revealing the little thong she was wearing. He grabbed it and started tugging it down her legs, a hunger in his eyes. When she started struggling and moving her legs around to keep him from pulling it off her, he just tugged harder, ripping it apart and tossing it to the floor. He peeled off his shirt and then unzipped his pants, the bulge at his crotch quite apparent...
 
She closed her eyes hoping that maybe she was having a nightmare. For you see when she wasn't off fucking some random guy that she'd met at the club, she had dreams of Tommy, of their night together. She'd always refer to those as nightmares whether they were forceful or not. Now, she was 10 percent that this was one of those.

She could hear her blue thong being ripped off and hoped that when she opened her eyes she would be in her bedroom, with Sean, hell with anybody but Tommy.

That didn't happen though and her eyes widened at the sight of his hard cock before her. She screamed again. If he raped her, she would never speak to him again, never!
 
This screaming needed to stop. He reached forward, grabbing her face with both his hands, putting one hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her screaming. "Stop it!" he growled, and then groaned, as he felt his shaft rub against her velvety folds. "Mmm, that's it, little girl, rub yourself on me," he said, rubbing the length of his cock and his balls up against her pussy lips. "C'mon, get all wet for me, you little slut..."
 
Just because his hand was covering Jazzy's mouth didn't mean she was going to stop screaming and she sure as hell stopped squirming under him now. Her eyes narrowed on him. Okay, so he wanted to play the big bad older brother, she'd show him how bitchy she could really be. She lightly licked his hand with her tongue then bit a little of his skin..

Then once he let go she screamed again.
 
"Ouch! Fuck that hurt, you little teasing bitch!" Tommy cried out, pulling his hand away from her mouth as she started screaming again. This was gonna bring the cops down on them and quick. He quickly slapped her, hard across the face and then grabbed her by her throat, squeezing it tight enough to cut off her air. With his other hand he opened the dresser next to the bed and pulled out a sock. He let go of her throat and as she was gasping for air to scream again, he stuffed the sock in her mouth to gag her.

Just then, the head of his cock pushed a little bit inside her hot little pussy...
 
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