Rough Stuff (closed)

"Elliot? Huh, nope," he lied. That guy had wound up in the joint, just as Danny was getting out. He was one of those guys who was in and out a lot, for a lot of different reasons, but Danny had gotten the drift it had something to do with underage girls.

His cock stiffened in his shorts at the thought of his sister doing anything with that creep! "Well, it's cute, I like it. How much did he charge for that? I could use something new."
 
"He's like six feet, blonde hair, probably like 27? He worked at Slithereen's Tatoo until a few months ago. He did this one, too." She said, regretting it instantly as she pulled down the shoulder of her shirt to show her brother the second tattoo she had.

"You? More tattoos?" She giggled, then realized what her brother had asked her. "He didn't charge me...uh...anything." She answered awkwardly, "So, Die Hard. Let's pay attention."
 
"Free tattoos, huh?" Danny said, but right away he had a pretty good idea how she might have paid for them. He was getting more and more angry by the second.

He grabbed her arm. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded, turning her back to look at him. "I know how that shit works. Ink's never free, it always gets paid for one way or another," Danny hissed. "How'd you pay for yours, Autumn?"
 
Autumn's eyes widened as her brother got angry, demanding to know what was wrong with her and how she had paid for her tattoos. She paused the movie and turned to look at him, "What the fuck are you trying to say to me?" she snarled at him, "Are you accusing me of something right now?"

There was no way he knew!!! "Ink is never free, except for for pretty girls. You wouldn't know." she growled.
 
"I knew plenty of girls in high school who would go screw tattoo artists just to score a free tattoo! I know how that shit works, you dumb little slut!" he yelled at her, his temper getting the better of him now. "Yeah, this is an accusation! So what was it? Handjob? Blowjob? Cum on your face? Dick up your ass? What was it Autumn?"
 
Autumn was so shocked by her brother's accusations and harsh tone of voice that she instantly burst out in tears, "I can't believe you'd say those terrible things!" she sobbed, pulling away from him, "FUCK YOU!"

She got up off the couch, "L-like you're any better from those girls in high school who would do that, letting girls fuck you and suck you for drugs!" Tears streamed down her face in humiliation. Yes, she'd messed around with Elliot, but that didn't mean she was a dumb slut, and she definitely didn't deserve to be yelled at like this.
 
"Shut up!" he yelled at her, grabbing her by her arm and yanking her back towards him hard. He spun her and pulled her down, and she fell onto him, face down across his lap.

He swiftly brought his hand up and then down hard across her pert ass! The slap rang out through the house.

"You will not speak to me like that, little girl!" he growled. He raised his hand and spanked her again, another loud, satisfyingly stinging blow. "Is that perfectly fucking clear?"
 
Autumn knew that what she had said was rude and disrespectful, but she hadn't even answered her brother's question. There was no way he had a definite answer to what she had done, and he was totally overreacting! Plus, even if he knew, it's not like he was her dad!

His sudden rage and control scared her, and she struggled against his hard grip as he bent her over his lap and spanked her. "Aaaaah!!!!" she screamed, "Danny, stop!!" He spanked her again and she cried out, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Lemme go." Tears filled her eyes and spilled down both cheeks, "Please, stop it!!!"
 
Danny wrenched her arm around behind her back a little more, keeping her pinned to his lap. The sight of her splayed across him like this was way more than enough to excite him in a most terrible way, and his cock filled with a rush of blood, thickened, hardened beneath her.

He spanked her again. "Don't lie to me, Autumn. What did you have to do to get your tattoos?"
 
Autumn choked, trying to stop crying. She wasn't weak! But this was unfair... She looked up at her brother, who was holding her tightly in this uncomfortable position. Her head whirled.

"I...I gave him a blow job. But that was like more than a year ago! And I wasn't dating anyone. I didn't have sex with him." Autumn knew that her brother had done much worse things, even just with Evan's sister the other night. "I'm telling the truth, can you please let me go now?!"
 
"You little whore," he grunted, and spanked her hard one last time before releasing her and letting her stand up. "You better not ever do anything like that ever fucking again," he demanded.

He stood up and walked out, heading up to his room. He retrieved a joint and then went out into the backyard to smoke it. He needed to chill the fuck out, calm his rage.

Stupid little girl! Blowing that jerk for tattoos! What the fuck? He sat back in a lawn chair and lit up. A few puffs later and he was starting to feel better about. He noticed a little glow around the edges of his vision... Shrooms starting to kick in. He smiled, laid his head back.
 
Autumn was sobbing again as her brother let her go and minutes later, disappeared outside to the backyard. She took that opportunity to bolt up to her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. She crawled into her bed, feeling all sorts of funny and her vision was a little tunneled.

Her brother had really flipped out on her. Jail must take away that little on and off switch for rage, she thought to herself, putting her head down on her pillow and closing her eyes for a moment. Her phone buzzed. Evan. She texted him and told him she wasn't feeling well, pulling her knees up to her chest as she started to think about what it must have been like in jail.
 
A realization of what he'd done came to Danny in the twisted, roundabout way things do when psychedelics are working on your brain; he'd gone overboard on Autumn. His rage and anger had gotten the better of him. Had he really spanked her? Yes, he had. And now she must hate him. He couldn't have that, not if his plan was going to work. He needed her to trust him, not fear him.

God but jail had fucked him up. He put the joint out and went back inside, and headed upstairs. He knew he could make it right. Just play the right cards.

"Autumn?" he called out, knocking on her door. "Listen... All I can say is I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I've got a lot to learn here about being a big brother to you again."
 
Autumn barely heard her brother's knock and apology as she burrowed deeper under her blankets. Her vision was fuzzy and she kept slipping into the weirdest thought processes, thinking about random deep subjects.

"Um, it's whatever." She replied softly, "I feel weird so I'm laying down. Just...learn faster!"
 
"I'm trying," he said. "Are you okay? You're not getting sick, are you?" he called to her from the other side of her locked door. "Can I get you anything?"

He looked around the hallway. The pictures were shifting about a bit on the wall. Those shrooms were stronger than he remembered! Maybe it was just the weed helping them out, or something...
 
Autumn sighed softly and cooed quietly, "Mmm fine...just whirling in here." She had no way to explain what was going on, all she could do was curl up in her bed and bury her head in her pillows.

She sat up quickly, "Can you bring me some juice?" At the moment, she didn't care what had just happened between she and Danny. She just wanted to calm down, she felt all fidgety and weird. "Please? And maybe some ice for my ass?" she teased gently.
 
"Sure, no problem," Danny said, smirking as he headed downstairs. By the time he got to the kitchen, he already had her dose measured out. He got out some apple juice and poured a glass, and dropped in a nice little bit of powdered cocaine; not enough to get her high, just make her a little more talkative.

He took a little bit for himself, too, rubbing some of the powder around on his gums and inside his cheeks, and sucked it off his finger, put it all carefully away and dropped it off in his room along with the weed. He knocked lighty on Autumn's door. "Got your juice, kiddo," he said.
 
Autumn rolled around in her bed. She had a head high, much like the one she had experienced doing pot brownies. Had her brother put pot in their food? Or maybe the restauraunt wanted to have some fun with Danny? She touched the sides of her face. She was so warm. Everything was tunneled. She couldn't even sit up without feeling like she was whirling.

She curled up in a ball and fell asleep, minutes before Danny was back at her door.
 
"Autumn, are you okay?" Danny said, a bit louder when he got no reply from his sister. He tried the doorknob but it was locked. He knocked loudly at the door. "I got your juice," he said, louder this time, and starting to get worried about his kid sister. "Hey, Autumn, you okay? Open the door!"
 
Autumn was completely passed out when her brother knocked and yelled out to her to open the door. She stirred a little, hearing the pounding on the door and moaned out. "Leamme alone...I don' feel good!!!"
 
"Okay, okay," Danny said, unsure what to do. His mind was whirling now; for him, it was a pleasant feeling, even if the walls were shifting a bit. He headed back downstairs and put the glass of juice in the refrigerator.

He wasn't going to leave the house with his sister all tripped out upstairs, even if she was passed out.
He had run into a few old friends as he had made the rounds earlier that day. Within half an hour, he'd tracked down a few old girlfriends, too.

Within an hour, one of them was knocking on the door. "What's up Jessie?" he said as he opened the door; the redhead looked a lot better now than she did in high school!

And she still liked to party, judging by the half-drunk bottle of vodka she was holding...
 
Jessie giggled, pushing open the door as she brushed by Danny. "I remember this place. Good to be home, stud?" she put the bottle of vodka down on the counter and leaned her back against it, her curvy body and big tits towards him.

She smiled at him flirtatiously, "I hope your sister's not home, cause I want to party!"
 
"Autumn is passed out upstairs in her room. I don't think we'll be waking her," Danny said, snatching the big bottle of vodka and taking a swig off it. "Whoo," he said, grimacing. He'd never been able to handle the taste of vodka. Regardless, he swallowed it down.

"But she definitely won't hear us if we go downstairs," Danny said with that damned charming grin of his. "C'mon, I got something I've been dying to show you."
 
"Fuck yeah, now we're talking." the girl said, as she watched him take a large swig of vodka. "Hear us, aye?" She questioned, a coy smile on her face, grabbing his ass as he led her downstairs.

"What have you been wanting to show me?"
 
They got down to the finished basement/lounge area and he led her over to a couch, in fron of which sat a wide glass-top coffee table. He pulled out an impressively large baggie of powder cocaine, and dumped it out on the table with a wink.

"I do recall I promised you a wild night just before I got locked up."
 
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