The shared bedroom of the sadistic tomboy, Raven, and her little brother, Timmy, was a battleground. Raven stormed in, her boots thudding against the wooden floor, her long black hair whipping around her. Timmy's eyes widened as he looked up from his forbidden playground - Raven's prized action figures.
"Playing with my stuff, little brother?" Raven growled, her voice low and dangerous. She towered over him, her muscular thighs bulging beneath her short shorts. Timmy gulped, his hands trembling as he tried to gather the tiny plastic figures and put them back in their rightful place. But it was too late.
Raven grabbed Timmy's collar, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. She pulled him closer, her thighs trapping him. Timmy tried to wriggle free, gasping for air, but Raven's grip was too strong. Her smirk never faded as she looked down at him, her eyes glinting with amusement and something darker.
"You should have known better, Timmy," Raven said, her voice a whisper. Timmy's face turned red, then purple, as he struggled against Raven's thighs. His fingers clawed at the fabric of her shorts, leaving marks on her skin. But Raven didn't seem to notice. Her grip tightened, her thighs trembling from the exertion.
With one final gasp, Timmy went limp in Raven's arms. She released his collar, letting his body fall to the floor. He lay there, unconscious, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Raven looked down at him, a mix of satisfaction and disgust on her face.
"Stupid little brother," she muttered, shaking her head. She stood up, her thighs still trembling. She walked over to her dresser, her boots leaving prints on the wooden floor. She opened the top drawer, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface of a small, silver device.
Raven pulled it out, a satisfied smirk on her face. She turned it on, the buzzing filling the room. She looked down at Timmy, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"You should have known better, Timmy," she said again, her voice a whisper. She knelt down, the buzzing getting louder. Timmy stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Raven, his eyes wide with fear.
"Raven, no," he whispered, his voice hoarse. But Raven didn't listen. She pressed the silver device against his skin, her smirk never fading.
"Welcome to your punishment, little brother," she said, her voice low and dangerous. And with that, the game began.
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