Nick has thrown a party, and trashed your apartment

You slip into your apartment building with a smile on your face. It's just gone eight in the evening, rather earlier than you were expecting to be home. Marking those exams wasn't as much effort as you were expecting, and you were able to finish up quickly with the prospect of spending more time alone with your little brother to motivate you. Feeling mischievous, you decided not to tell him you were going to come back earlier than you told him, and you wonder if he'll be shocked when you burst in on him suddenly. Or you just might catch him doing something naughty! Maybe he'll be watching porn in your living room or something, jerking his cute little dick to a video of some hung New Female pornstar utterly ravaging a cute, squealing boy. Just the wicked fantasy sends a shiver of delight through you, all the way to the tip of your stiffening cock. Your naughty baby brother sitting there on your couch, wide-eyed and frozen like a startled bunny, his pants around his ankles and his tiny boy cock in his hand.

It's when you step out of the stairwell and into the corridor leading to your own apartment that you realize something rather more serious is happening. There's the thumping bass of some obnoxious teenager music pounding through the walls, and the door is hanging wide open, the muffled hum of conversation reaching you from within. Your jaw clenches tightly, and you feel your hands curl into fists by your sides. No, Nick...not again. He promised you he wouldn't this time. Praying you're wrong and this is just a misunderstanding, you step up to the door to your apartment. Your nose wrinkles at the smell of sweaty bodies, **** and weed, and you feel an icy fury building in your chest.

As you step through the open door, you can see into your living room. There's three rather grungy-looking boys sitting on your couch, one of them taking a hit from a bong, while the other two are nursing plastic cups of booze you doubt they're old enough to drink. A pizza box rests open on your table, and you feel your anger surge at the dark stains all over your once-pristine carpets. Spilled beer, pizza and mud from their shoes. There's a laptop on the shelf from where that obnoxious music is coming, your brother's computer. Fuck, he's done it again. You trusted Nick, you let him worm his way back into your good graces, and just like always he's gone and fucking spoiled everything! Where is the little shit anyway? You're going to kill him!

"Holy shit!" One of the boys slurs, his bleary red-eyed gaze finding you standing in the doorway. "You're huge, lady." He chuckles obnoxiously, followed moments later by the other two, like a trio of baying hyenas.

"Get out." You snarl, your face a mask of icy fury. "Right now, or I'm calling the cops."

"Woah, don't do that!" The stoned idiot gasps. The panic on his face confirms that he's underage. The little shit is lucky you're so much more annoyed with your brother right now, or you'd be making sure him and his idiot friends were suitably punished.

"You have five seconds." You snap viciously, patience utterly spent. "Get the fuck out of my apartment." Leaping up like frightened rabbits the three idiots dash for the door, cradling their booze and ****. You let them pass with a thunderous scowl, reserving the rest of your anger for Nick. This feels so much worse than anything he's ever done before, not because of the partying, the booze or the ****, all of which he's been involved with before. Even being inconsiderate enough to let his friends trash your apartment is something you'd have almost expected from him before this visit. It's that he made you trust him again, made you think he'd changed, and then used that to take advantage of you, turning your living room into a **** den so he can impress some idiot students. This is exactly what you didn't want him doing while he was here and that betrayal is what stings the most.

You glance over your dirty living room with a disgusted scoff, noting the stains covering your couch as well, and the empty bottles of beer thrown on the floor. Where the fuck is Nick anyway? You're not letting the little shit off easy this time! His entire fucking life he's wormed his way out of the consequences of what he's done because he's so cute, but no more! You're seriously debating calling the police on him, no matter what it'll do to his future prospects. Maybe the scare of getting arrested will finally set him straight, because nothing else seems to fucking work!

Then you hear a muffled squealing noise from your bedroom. You step down the corridor, listening keenly. It's a woman's voice, gasping and moaning in pleasure. Just like that, you feel your stomach sink, and it's like someone's sunk a shard of ice deep into your chest. Another girl, and in your own bed this time. Your teeth clench so hard you feel like they're about to shatter. Damn it all to Hell! He's gone and done it now!

You grab the handle and swing the door open so hard it slams into the wall. The pair of naked bodies on your bed freeze in shock, and a rather pretty girl turns her head to stare at you, her mouth dropping open. Black-haired with dark make-up and a lot of piercings, she's just Nick's usual type of course. And she's sitting right on top of your baby brother's face, her legs spread wide. It's obvious what they've been up to, and just the sight sends another sinking pain deep into your quivering heart. Why, Nick? Why now...when he was being so good?

"Who the fuck are you?" She sneers, tossing her hair like she has some right to be annoyed. It's getting harder to resist the urge to run over and pummel her into the ground, but you hold yourself back.

"His older sister." You growl, nodding to the boy lying naked across your sheets. "And that's my bed you're in. You have a minute. Get up, get dressed, and get the fuck our of my apartment." You see her obnoxious arrogance withering, as she takes in how much bigger, taller and angrier you are than her. With a strangled gasp, she lifts herself off your baby brother's face and leaps off the bed, hurriedly gathering up some horrid leather clothes. Nick has sat up, looking rather shell-shocked as the worthless slut abandons him without another word, scurrying past you out the door. Perhaps he'll finally learn that these dreadful girls just aren't worth bothering with, but you doubt it'll be that easy. Which is why you're going to make sure the lesson sticks this time.

As she vanishes out the door, you turn on Nick, drawing yourself back to your full, towering height. You're so angry with him you can hardly even speak, so for a moment you just stand there glaring at him, struggling to get control of yourself. Your icy gaze traces over his naked body, the first time you've seen him without clothes in years. He's skinnier than you thought, his shoulders and arms slender, with a cute flat chest and soft belly dotted with freckles. Then his thighs are rather round for a boy, and though you can only see a hint of his butt squashed underneath him you can still tell it's deliciously soft and plump. He's awkwardly trying to cover his dick with a shivering hand. It's small and pink, standing out stiffly from his pelvis and barely the size of your finger. Oh fuck, he's so cute. Your perfect type, a weak, girly boy you can do with as you please, his body made for taking thick New Female cock. Just like that, the lust you've been holding inside you all throughout his stay here flares up into a surging inferno. Your massive, rebellious cock strains in your trousers as fury and desire start to blend together in your mind. You want to punish him and you want to fuck him, both so badly you can hardly bear it.

"Sorry." Nick whimpers, his lips trembling. He seems to realize he's really crossed a line this time, because his big, grey eyes are welling up with tears, when he normally reacts like a snotty, little shit when he gets in trouble. That should beg the question why he did any of this then, why he trashed your apartment and got into bed with some worthless little trollop when he knew it'd piss you off so much, but with your cock this hard it's almost impossible to think right now. You step forward towards the bed, the heavy strides of your booted feet echoing through the room.

"You will be, little brother." You snarl, your voice trembling with a heady mixture of rage and lust. It's time to punish him, the one way you're suddenly sure will stick.