"What do you want?" she asked foolishly. "I'm studying." She wished to God Mom wasn't at work. They were alone in the house.

Her brother squeezed his huge fucker through his tight jeans. His throbbing prick bulge resembled a billy club clown his pants leg. "Let me see your tits naked."

Bernice flushed, heat washing through her face. "Are you out of your mind? Leave me alone, will you? If you get out of here now, I won't tell Mom."

The teen smirked. "Who cares about Mom? I can handle her."

"Ronny!" She used the same tone of voice Mom would have used.

The teen licked his lips. "Same way I'm gonna handle you."

He unsnapped his jeans, and Bernice felt panic. She groped instinctively for the letter opener on her desk. This couldn't be happening. But the letter opener was real as her fingers closed around it, and her brother's cock was real as it sprang up out of his lowering jeans. Her heart beat hammered so loud in her head that she thought she was having a stroke.

Her brother kicked off his jeans and stood naked before her sun-browned torso, white legs, grubby tanned feet. His prick resembled an arm as it throbbed at a forty-five-degree angle to his tight, skinny loins. He was well muscled for his age, an undefeated wrestler on the freshman wrestling team, but he was shorter and lighter than she was, so there was a ghost of a chance that she could handle him, just the ghost of a chance.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to, though, unless she kicked him in the balls, unless she stabbed him half to death with the letter opener. She couldn't do that, and yet she had to. It was her only chance.

She raised the letter opener. "Get out of here. You're disgusting!" She tried to keep her gaze off his throbbing fucker.

"Bitch!" he said, not even flinching as she raised the letter opener higher. A pearl of clear fucklube appeared at the tip of his menacing prickshaft. "Take off your shirt, bitch. Let me look at them big juicy tits."