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Five minutes. You left your phone unattended for a total of five minutes. That’s all it took for Touya to sift through your belongings and find what he was looking for. Five minutes was more than enough time for him to put in the passcode to your phone and chew over text after text from conversations he wasn’t a part of. He looks calm. That obscene kind of calm that only someone who’s boiling with rage on the inside can pull off.
You stand in your doorway, glass of water in hand, innocent face marred by a guilty frown as you watch your brother scroll through your phone as if he owns it—as if he owns you. He’s on your bed, laying on his stomach with one of your pillows under his chin. He likes to do this a lot. The overbearing brother equivalent to waiting at the finish line with a newspaper in your hand just so your opponent knows they never had a chance of catching up.
“Do you know what edging is?” he says, voice lively and filled with mocking sentimentality, “No what’s that?” It’s a bastardization of your own voice. He makes you sound dumb, airheaded, girlish. Your cheeks burn with the shame hearing your own words echoing back at you. “Man, you really weren’t kidding when you said you were sheltered l-o-l. Let me save you a search, it’s when you’re about to orgasm but you stop yourself at the last second. Feels really good when you finally let yourself cum. Wait, you’ve touched before yourself, right?”
Touya’s eyes flick up at you from under his brow, letting his disappointment be known with a deathly glare, “Well, have you?”
Your fingernails clink against your glass, tapping out your anxiety and refusing to meet his gaze. Your reflection wavers in the water, but his stare is still clear in your mind.
“We were just-”
“Talking about how you hump your pillow sometimes, but-” he gets up from the bed and reads his proof straight from your phone, “you’ve ‘never actually had an orgasm before.’ Telling him what your cup size is as if he knows what any of those letters mean,” he shakes your phone in front of your face before sending it skittering across your floor, “I read all the texts already so don’t tell me what you were ‘just’ doing.”
There isn’t an explanation in the world that will satisfy him. When Touya declares that it’s the end of the world, seeing the sun isn’t enough to convince him otherwise. He’s set in his ways and you’re set in yours. You let him take the glass from your hand. You let him cup your face and crouch down until he’s eye level with you in a belittling show of his authority. You don’t tell him how unfair he’s being, that they’re just a friend, that you’re an adult who deserves privacy and a life outside of her brother. Instead, you let your lip pout and appease him with a saddened look of guilt.
His concern snuffs out his anger before it’s able to boil over, “What were you thinking? I mean, we’ve talked about this how many times now? These guys, they’re only after one thing. They don’t care about you. They’re not going to stick around after they get what they want.”
How many times have you talked about it? How many times have you been told not to talk to someone because they want to take you away from him? How many times have you lost friends because they received one threat too many?
Regardless of what you know, you nod, “I know.”
Touya brings his hands to the top of your head as he stands. His fingers sift through your hairline and follow each parted tendril until their end.
“I’m only doing this to protect you.”
You don’t know what compels you. You surge forward, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in his chest. His hands come back to your head as he cradles it against his chest. You breathe in his scent. Exhale. Relax.
Habit. Habit compels you. You’re a creature of a habit that has you seek comfort from the person who gives you the most grief. There’s no one else you can turn to. No one will ever take his place because no one will ever care about you as much as he does. There’s only him. Only Touya.
You whine, “I’m sorry, ni-san.”
Touya smooths your hair back from your pouting face and kisses your forehead, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I know that you know your big brother is the only man you’ll ever need in your life. You were just curious, and he took advantage of that.”
He walks backwards and, as always, you follow. You’re still clinging to him when he sits down on your bed, still clinging when he pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your back. His hands stroke up and down the length of your arms, his gentle swaying lulling you into a sense of security that could never be false. Touya kisses the top of your head and works his way down to your ear. Quietly, calmly, as if not to scare you off, “You know, if you’re that curious you can just come to me. You can always come to me.”
You lift your head from his chest and look at him with more worry than confusion. Touya smiles down at you, a simple curl of the corner of his lips. Fondly. His arms slacken and the hands that never seem to leave your body trail down your back and grab your hips. Your brother’s fingers graze your butt. You frown.
“Don’t be like that,” he sighs, rubbing his thumbs into your hip bones and making you squirm. He spreads his legs further apart and you feel the press of his groin slowly being papped against you, “You should’ve told me you can’t make yourself cum. It’s big brother’s job to take care of his little sister, you know that.”
With a whine you push him away and shake your head, “Not with stuff like this. This is wrong.”
“It’s not wrong. Hey, look at me,” Touya grabs your chin, “It’s not wrong. You wanna know what’s wrong? Men who don’t love you using you for sex and leaving you once they get what they want. You don’t have to worry about that with me; I’ll never leave you. I love you.”
“Touya-ni…”
It isn’t a rejection. It isn’t an acceptance either, but he chooses to see it that way. Touya pulls your face towards his, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker and sealing his millionth confession with a kiss. You hold your breath, refusing to breathe him in as an unsettling warmth settles in your guts.
It’s not enough to let him love on you, “kiss me back,” he says against your lips, and you do as you’re told. Your inexperienced lips pepper his own with hot, reluctant kisses. They make him groan. They make him hard. Touya holds you down by your hips and humps the soft lips of your cunny through your shorts. Your kisses become frantic and whiny as his cock nudges against your clit and forces you to feel the wet spot forming on your panties.
“Your first orgasm,” he muses, “Maybe I’ll use my fingers on your little clit, play with it, maybe suck on it a little. Would you like that?” he kisses your lips harder, “Hm? Would you like that?” You nod your head and he sits up from the bed just to lay you on your back. Touya gets on his knees in front of where your legs are dangling off the bed and spreads your thighs apart. You crane your neck to see him, watching with sulky interest as he licks his lips at the sight of your shorts pulling taut against your pussy, “You won’t have to hump your pillows anymore. You can just hump your big brother’s face whenever you want to cum and his tongue will get you there, promise.”
Touya presses his face between your legs, letting your thighs clamp down around his head and rubbing his face into the seam of your shorts. Hot puffs of air warm you from the waist down. He breathes in your scent and groans with an accompanying suck to the fabric of your shorts. Your fists ball into your sheets, the obscene pleasure forcing your head back against the mattress and a gentle cry from your throat. Touya’s hands move to the pouch of your tummy. He kneads it with the fervor of someone who’s thinking about what it protects. His sister’s fertile little womb. Just the squish of it against his fingers forces one of his hands into his pants.
“You’re too precious,” Touya tugs down your shorts and his breath stutters at the sight of your panties, “it’s a shame you’ve got a pervert for a big brother.”
“You’re not a pervert,” you protest.
Touya presses his finger to the top of your slit and traces it down to where your panties are darkened by your juices. He exhales and swallows just as hard, “These panties you’re wearing. They’re my favorite pair. I go through your laundry basket just to bring them back to my room after you’ve worn them.”
The thought makes your stomach upset, “Why?”
He pinches the fabric between his thumb and forefinger and tugs them up until your pussy is peeking out from both sides of it. His eyelids droop as he leans forward and kisses your petaled hole, “I already told you why. It’s because your big brother is a pervert,” Touya moves four of his fingers underneath your panties and presses them to his nose before huffing, “He likes to put his little sister’s panties over his face and touch himself.”
It’s a perversion you can’t understand—never even heard of until this very moment. Still, your face burns all the same. You know it’s perverted, even if you don’t know what he gets out of it. Those are your panties. They cling to the most intimate parts of your body throughout the day and he puts them on his face of all places. It shouldn’t, but the mental image of him holding them to his face with his cock in his other hand makes you regrettably wet.
Touya takes off your panties and keeps them balled up in his fist.
“Do you still love me?” he asks, as if he even has to.
“Of course…I love you more than anything.”
You squeal feeling your eldest brother’s lips wrap around your swollen clit without any further hesitation. Touya sucks hard, tugging your clit free from the thin, protective hood that keeps you from overstimulating yourself. It’s entirely too much all at once. You tug at his hair, your blankets, your own clothes, a desperate attempt to keep yourself together as Touya tears you apart. He spreads you with his thumbs and drinks the sweet juices of your cunny straight from your hole. His studded tongue dips inside of you, then back out, then back in. He licks at your insides, letting the ball of his piercing flick over rings of muscles that have yet to be stretched.
“Touya-ni! No more!”
Your lower body is frozen. Everything feels cold compared to his hot mouth salivating over your pussy. It almost feels like it’s going numb, like putting your hands under warm water after playing in the snow. Your thighs quake, your toes curl, and you feel your pussy starting to suck back on Touya’s generous tongue. He hums his approval. A vibrating hum that you can feel in the deepest parts and finally pushes you over the edge.
Your scrunched face relaxes into a cross-eyed look of bliss. Your lips part, but you don’t moan or whine. You fall quiet feeling the first wonderful tremor your body has experienced.
Touya presses two fingers inside of you suddenly. He gets off his knees and leans over you, pressing down on your stomach and bending his arm at the elbow to drive his fingers forward, “Keep fucking cumming and don’t stop until I’ll tell you to.”
His aggression makes you clench hard around his fingers. His knuckles thump against your pussy with the sheer force he puts into his arm. It feels good. Obscenely good. But it’s too much for your body to process. You lay still, body tight in a perpetual orgasm that he refuses to let slip away from him. It’s only when you see his cock protruding from his unbuttoned pants that you finally start to moan again.
He stills his pistoning fingers as deep as they can reach inside of you, pressing them against your spongy walls and listening for the wet click as he drums them, “Felt good, right? Think you’re ready to help me cum now?
Your pussy feels somehow smaller now. Tighter, puffier, like your insides have swelled to twice their original size. It hurts having his fingers in there, hurts even more when he takes them out and leaves you with a horrid feeling of emptiness.
Touya drags your body back down to the edge of the bed and pumps his aching cock to the mess he’s made.
“Lift your shirt for me. Let me see those cute tits.”
You lift the bottom of your shirt to your mouth and bite down on the fabric. His hand roams your body, pinching any amount of pudge he can grab and squeezing each breast until both nipples are hard to the touch. His lips latch around the point of your tits, sucking wetly and rolling his tongue over your sensitive teat just to do the same to the other.
His cheeks puff up with air as he looks down at you, and when he finally exhales, he lifts your hips and holds them flush against his with your feet resting on his shoulders. His cock rests between your legs, covering your navel in a show of how deep it’ll reach when he finally presses inside of you. A drop of precum drips onto your belly and you shiver at the warmth. Touya’s body has always been hotter than the average person. You can only imagine how hot his seed will feel after you help him cum.
“Shouldn’t you wear a condom?” you ask.
Touya laughs, “Don’t worry about that. Whatever happens is meant to happen.”
Touya cants his hip back and you watch his cock disappear between your legs. His cockhead presses against your wet opening and slips in with expected ease. You can already feel more watery precum dripping from the slit of his cock and heating up the previously unfelt regions of your body. He grits his teeth as your velvety flesh spreads over the thinnest part of the head and encases it in a warm clutch. His knees almost give out on him.
Finally, resistance. Your brother grunts as he humps the small canal your unstretched pussy has granted him. The constant pap of his cock against muscle and the slick fluid weeping from your core allow just enough give for your walls to start stretching. With a particularly rough hump your tight hole snaps over the head of his cock and Touya can’t resist thrusting deeper into your small cunt.
“You like that?” he watches your face contort with a toothy grin, “You like how big brother’s cock feels, huh? Who owns this little pussy, huh?”
With your shirt still in your mouth your words slur, “My big brudder.”
A whimper leaves your throat as he pulls out only to thrust back inside, deeper this time, harder and faster too, “That’s right. Big brother owns his baby sister’s pussy and he can use it to get off, or cum in it, or play with it whenever he damn well pleases.”
Your eyes snap shut at the intense pressure of his cock stretching your walls until they keep its shape. Your pussy molds perfectly around him. A wet little clinging pocket just for your big brother to hump whenever he wants. No one else’s. All his. All Touya’s.
Each thrust buries another inch inside of you. At the last inch, his body moves forward with the thrust, grabbing the underside of your knees and pushing your kneecaps into the mattress. He rests his weight on the back of your thigh. His heavy balls squish against your pussy. Nothing gets in the way of his cock as he bottoms out.
“Say, ‘You’re my favorite big brother, Touya.’”
You let the bottom of your shirt snap down from your mouth just over your tits. Sweetly, you coo, “You’re my favorite big brother, Touya.”
One thrust.
His cock thumps against the stubborn entrance of your womb and you cry out from the whole-body ache.
“Say little sister pussy is only meant for their big brother’s cock.”
“L-Little sister puss-” two thrusts then three, “-y! Is only meant for their big,” four, “BROther’s cock.”
Touya treats you like a doll. He bullies you with his size and uses the strong muscles in his legs to jackhammer his cock inside of you, knocking the wind out of you with each thrust. With one carnal goal in mind, Touya lets you gasp for air and keeps up his punishing pace. The rigid glans on his cock twitch with promise of leaving you dripping with more than just your juices and his saliva.
He looks between your bodies, watching his cock tug free of your pink clutch only to slam it down inside of you again. He gyrates his hips to stir his cock inside of you, letting his balls squish and stick to your skin like a seal as the tip of his cock rolls over your cervix.
“Feel that?” his hands move up to your neck, but your legs stay hiked up. Obedient little sister. Touya squeezes your delicate throat until your breath cuts off, “that’s what’s gonna take all of my cum, and you’re not gonna waste a single drop.” Your struggling earns you a firm tap on your cheek and a finger pointing in your face, “Not. A single. Drop.”
When he lets go, you gasp and Touya’s irreverent humping begins again. His body is getting warmer. You move to hold him only to flinch when his skin burns your fingertips. His cock burns even hotter, the pouch of your belly warm to the touch with your brother’s cock heating you from the inside out. Steam puffs out from behind his teeth and wets your face with a shiny dew. He’s overheating just from the exertion of holding out as long he can. Every pump is worth it.
“Tell your big brother you want his cum.”
His thrusts, now shallow, keep the crown of his cock bumping against your womb. He catches your tongue as it lolls out of your mouth. He sucks on the tip of it, moaning around it and drooling down the length of the squirming muscle.
“I want your cum!”
“Say it right!”
“Please, I want my big brother’s cum!” you cry as another orgasm spikes through you. Steam rises from your tightening cunt as your comparably cold juices gush from your core, “Please, Touya-ni! It’s so hot, please!”
Touya chokes. His back hunches, hips flushing forward as far as they will go until his plump balls are pressed tightly against you and his cock is sucked in by the squeeze of your orgasm. He grabs your face and stares with his mouth open as milky ropes of cum spurt against your cervix. You can trace the heat. It fills your pussy and pools in your womb. It makes that pouch he loves so much swell and start to redden with warmth.
“I’m breeding my little sister,” a single tear drips from his eye and sizzles into nothing as he smiles, “I’m breeding my little sister.”
“Don’t cry,” you kiss his cheeks, his nose, his lips, a passionate little display of your loyalty, “I won’t talk to anybody else ever again. Don’t cry. I love you.”