Taylor has a bad morning

Taylor was already awake when she heard Zack rise from his slumber. However she feigned sleep because she couldn't bring herself to face him. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the door open and close. However a few moments later the door opened and closed again. Thinking he had left something behind she continued to feign sleep. However, when instead of leaving, he slipped into bed, spooning her, his hard cock pressing into her ass, she realized it wasn't Zack at all.

Shawn slipped his hand around and cupped her breast , squeezing it as he leaned his head down and bit her neck.

"Get the fuck out!" she said to him in the loudest whisper she could muster, afraid to draw attention to the room. However when he pinched her nipple she couldn't help but let out a slight moan.

"Your body says otherwise, Taylor."

He continued to roughly massage her left breast while he **** his other hand under her body, pulling her tighter against his cock. As he took her right breast in his right hand, her ass instinctively ground against him.

"I unexpectedly woke up alone this morning. I prefer to wake up with my cock in one of my sluts' mouths."

He slid his left hand down under her shorts.

"You won't admit it to yourself, but you are already my slut."

Her body shook as he dragged his rough finger over her pussy lips.

"Luckily I saw your wimp brother leave and figured you might want some company."

He continued to rub the outside of her pussy.

"No... Shawn... get... out..."

She could barely muster the words, and it took all of her willpower to do it.

"Too bad. When you come calling for my cock later, and you will," he whispered dragging his finger across her clit, "you will have to earn it."

Shawn then stuck his tongue into her ear and bit her earlobe before sliding out of bed and leaving. He knew he could have had her, and he hated passing up an orgasm, but this was about breaking her. Kendra had been so easy, Taylor would be his crowning achievement. But, he wanted her to be his slut without any excuse about doing it for her loser brother.

Taylor pulled the covers tightly around her as as tear trickled down her cheek. Worse than what Shawn had done, was her fear he was right.