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The look on your brother’s face made you weak on your knees. He looked at you with imploring eyes, caging you between him, and your body flushed just how close he was to you.
“Please…” he begged and peppered your neck with sensual kisses, his hands going to your waist to hold you, almost sneaking inside your blouse that you could faintly feel his fingertips brushing against your skin.
“Just this once,” He added before stealing a glimpse of your hesitant face.
And you do. You always do. Because how could you ever refuse him? He looked so ethereal when he's pleading for you, and he's asked so nicely. You know all he intended was to look after you. While you were lost in your own thoughts, he then proceeded to be on his knees before you.
You gasped as he kissed higher up your thigh, groping the delicate flesh while doing so. He pressed his nose against your panties, taking a deep breath, then nibbling on the fabric. Releasing a breathy mewl, you threw your head back, still refusing to believe this is anything but a dream.
Himmel’s hair was soft that brushed your thighs then your fingers were on his locks, petting his head lightly and gently, a gesture of affection or consent. A touch as innocent and light as a feather. Was he asking for this or does he really want to relax you after a tiring club session?
Despite everything, you didn’t deny him. His cheek rubbed against your thigh and pressed open-mouthed, feverish kisses into your naked skin.
A brand of shame and guilt coursed through you, each and one of them.
This is so wrong…
Even as that shame coiled tightly inside you, it then became arousal and became a need. You wanted him despite your denial thoughts. It was rare to see Himmel back home as he’s mostly at his university with his twin and your other brother, Venti.
You shakily sighed, feeling your panties dampen when he lightly brushed his tongue against the flimsy cloth.
It's wrong but you ached for him nonetheless and so you have to assume his desperation ran in his veins too. You and your brothers are, after all, children without parents.
Why else would you let him do this if the only ones you have left are Himmel and Venti? To succumb to your desires and heed his pleads to be more connected with your beloved sibling.
The fingers of his left hand dug into the fabric of your school skirt and bunched it up to your waist, clutching at it for reassurance when you felt the caress of his breath, hot and damped against your sex. It's all you can do to keep on to sanity.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
There's not a shred of sanity in this. He is your brother for Archon’s sake, crouching between your legs to lap at you so desperately, and you let him!
You didn’t push him away nor beg him to stop, but rather, spread your thighs even wider, so he could burrow deeper, slip his tongue inside you to where you were already wet and tingling for him. You meekly ground yourself against his face, hungry for all the friction you could get and the pressure of his nose against your clit.
As you parted your legs to make room for him, he wasted no time using his fingers to open you up for him. The flicks of his tongue against your clit had you fisting your hand in his hair. He hummed at the slight pain of it, loving the sensation, and further pressed his face against you.
His hands were on your thighs now, holding you open, holding you steady, and you could feel every callus on them.
The only difference between you both was how much you try to conceal this forbidden act. He's not stifling any of the sounds you forbid yourself, moans and growls and grunts, they form a lump in your throat and he's uttering them for you while you remain quiet; almost dispassionate from the treacherous tremors in your thighs.
You were already close when he let go of you for a moment to catch his breath. You could sense him smiling against your cunt. You know that sort of smile.
Triumphant and self-satisfied.
But you couldn’t summon the courage to talk or face him, not when you must concentrate on breathing to keep yourself calm and composed.
You’re listening to the blood rushing in your ears, the rustling of fabric as Himmel was fumbling with his trousers to retrieve his cock, the moan stifled by your own flesh when his fingers finally closed around it. It doesn't take more than this realization to invoke the memory of how it felt in your hand, how it looked when Himmel took hold of himself.
He's resting his head against your thigh, eyes closed while he tugged at himself, from a hard stroke after hard stroke. His lips were slightly parted, quivering with low moans, as his features twisted in pleasure. Your right hand was still petting his hair as if to comfort you both as if all of this was perfectly normal.
“I miss you so much…”
Himmel whispered against your skin. He doesn't wait too long until he leaned in again to resume assaulting your cunt, he never does. There was always the chance you might change your mind if he lets you, that the intoxication of arousal might subside enough to transform pleasure back into guilt before its time. Regret will inevitably follow this encounter, it always does, but not before Himmel has had his fill of you.
Despite all your attempts at self-control, you couldn’t even suppress the small gasp of surprise when he pushed a finger inside you, then another. They rubbed and curled and stretched while he lapped at you, licked your clit until the room started spinning.
It's about then that the last qualms finally tip into certainty: There is nothing but this, your brother’s mouth on you, his fingers inside you, the mindless sensation of pleasure.
It's just like how it's always been. You must have done this forever. At least it felt like you have. You can't remember when it all began, probably before he left for college— or maybe even before that— though it must have begun some time. It only stands to reason, after all, all things have a beginning and an end. Yet somehow, the reason seemed to hold no sway over you both.
You thought you would recall the first time once you’re alone again when your mind wasn’t clouded with desire. In the solitude of your room, the memories will come to wash over you with shame and guilt— a crawling sensation under your skin yet a mixture of lust, yearning, and hunger for your own brother’s touch.
It's also only then that you could imagine the last time, can hope for this anathema to stop. You aren’t the same person when you aren’t with him.
When you’re not with him, you cannot stand the thought of losing him. And, at this very moment, you cannot stand the thought to have your brother leave you again.
But then you’re also never more certain he won't let go. Not now, not ever. His fingers were an anchor inside you, his mouth was a constant pull, sucking, and devouring. You are a part of him; he is part of you.
Himmel lifted one of your legs, putting it over his shoulder and using one of his hands to keep you still on your seat. Your hands searched for something to grip, mindlessly clutching on his hair and pulling it tightly.
Your chest rose and fell as your heart rate quickened. He hastily pulled your panties down until it’s left hanging on your ankle, then his skilled tongue plunged into your depths, causing you to take in a hissing breath and your grip on his hair tightened.
The lewd sounds of him lapping at your pussy, the hungry growls and purrs vibrating through your core; you’ve never have felt anything like this before but at the same time it does. You quivered and trembled as your eyes rolled back, the sensations of his tongue swirling your clit, sucking, and then dipping into your folds were almost too much to handle.
Eyes lazily lolling down to get a peek, you whined seeing he’s covered by your skirt. The moment you attempted to move your hand, he sucked hard on your clit, the shock shooting through your body that caused you to shake enough to grip on the bed sheets.
This familiar feeling… waves of nostalgia came through you, this tightening in your stomach— oh how much you’ve missed this feeling.
You’ve felt like this before, never have you felt a heat like this. And then one of those slender fingers slid into your cunt once again, pumping and hooking that made shivers run up your spine. His finger was thrusting against this sensitive spot that’s making your legs seize up.
It’s moving in those usual motions he’d often do to you during those secretive nights, causing a pleasant and euphoric burning sensation around your entrance.
A second finger dipped inside, spreading your pussy open as his tongue lapped the juices that were dripping. The rhythm of Himmel’s thrusts has become frantic, his fingers seem to grow larger inside you or you’re just getting tighter around them.
“I love you,” he murmured against your skin when he came moments later.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Even though it may be a promise or an apology, it sounds more like a prayer. But then again, this was supposed to be worship, was it not? The tension was becoming unbearable, you were aching with it, a spring wound too tight. It only took a few more thrusts, a few more licks until you feel your orgasm coming close.
The way his digits stretched you, the sensations of his tongue were all so overwhelming. The burning became more intense and your body shook violently as something snapped with a suck on your clit.
Clasping a hand over your mouth, screaming against it, Himmel moaned against your cunt. Your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair, holding his face against your core, not wanting him to pull away. Not that he even wanted to.
You tasted delicious just like how he remembers it.
He missed your taste so fucking much and this brings him relief and satisfaction how he could finally relish himself to taste you again and again. He groaned as he gathered your juices on his tongue, pulling them into his mouth.
Your back was arching as juices squirted from your entrance when his fingers still kept on pumping your insides. Your eyes rolled back, knuckles turning white from clutching onto his hair and sheet so hard.
You released his locks from your grasp and leaned back on your bed, out of breath. Your brother pulled away from you, his mouth and chin shining with your essences. Himmel licked his lips and softly kissed your pussy before draping your skirt down.
Your eyes locked onto his lean figure, watching him stand up with blurred vision as he hovered his body over yours and caressed your face so delicately like precious jewelry.
Your hand languidly reached up to him to brush a wayward strand of hair from his forehead. It's not soft anymore but sweaty and sticky. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he didn’t hesitate to put his arms under you to cradle you close to him.
You then withdrew your hand.
“Welcome home, Himmel.” You said, eyes locked with his own sapphire ones. A faint glint of surprise tinted in his eyes before it softened and leaned himself closer to you. Your arms were around his neck, breasts clamped against the drenched fabric of his shirt, and your clit brushed up against his hard length; almost dangerously close to inserting himself inside you.
A soft moan left from you as his lips came down on yours, lightly kissing you and taking his time to make it last longer. His tongue invaded your mouth and his hands pulled you closer, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass and hips. It was like he was trying to meld your flesh to his, trying to make you part of him.
“Do you… want to take me inside?” You whispered against his lips, not wanting to move away. The previous thoughts of this prohibited relationship and act were discarded away, now replacing it with your own love and need for your sibling. It’s been half a year since you’ve last seen him, and even if he called or messaged you to keep in touch it’s still not enough for you to satisfy your own need for love and attention from him.
You need him to be physically here with you and now your wish has been finally heard by the gods.
He didn’t move an inch. One hand reached between your legs to drag his fingers on your folds, his voice a hoarse, grunting whisper.
“Want to take you right here, right now, songbird.”
You looked up at him with desperation evidently shown in your optics. His eyes were so close you thought you could see little blue flames dancing in them and you felt his cock sprung out, rubbing against you. The head that was leaking with precum finding you wet, ready, and wanting him so fucking much before pausing briefly.
You held your breath, waiting, small signs of fear and hesitancy painted across your face before it disappeared quickly. Your heart was pounding loudly, almost ringing in your ears and your eyes were on his— hungry and needy like ozone in the air between you.
Himmel removed every article of his clothing before you, throwing it aside in the room before he unbuttoned your own uniform. He watched you remove your bra, his eyes locked on your fair and spotless skin, the strap hanging on your shoulders before completely taking it off of you and putting it down on the ground. You wave your panties off of your ankles, leaving you only with your skirt.
He laid down on the soft mattress and assisted you in straddling him. Your hands were on his chest to keep yourself balanced, occasionally stealing side glances from him while you made yourself comfortable between him. He smiled, his chest softly reverberating against your hand as he lowly groaned and lifted your ass just enough for him to slip inside.
A sharp gasp escaped from your lip as his cock fitted so snugly inside you, like the missing piece you’ve always been looking for. So thick and full of him inside you, stretching you out until all you could feel was him. His skin was warm— now gradually burning hot— smoothly rubbing against your clit as he lifted you up and down, up and down repeatedly.
You felt your head fall back, your teeth chewing your bottom lip as you felt a scream of pleasure building in your throat.
“Mel~!” Your brother cursed under his breath when you called him. It’s been a long time since he’d heard you called him, moaning his name like that. His hand went for your skirt, lifting it up to expose your pretty pussy glistening and clamping on his long shaft.
His grip on your hips firmed and helped you to keep riding his dick. Your breasts bounced and skirt ruffled each time he guided your slim body to move against him, riding him lewdly as wanton moans often produced from your voicebox.
The attempt to keep your noises to yourself was a failure that somehow made him so proud you’re loving this as much as he loves it as well.
“Mel…”
Through clenched teeth, you bite back a particularly loud moan, straddling Himmel’s thighs with his hard cock buried deep inside your pussy, each bounce hitting your end relentlessly.
You needed to feel him close to you— you feel so dirty and ashamed to think sex was a very important part of your relationship; something physical to match that special feeling, when words of reassurance would fall short.
You rocked your hips onto him— rotating, grinding him with your cunt clenched to his lengthy member— and watched his eyes compressed shut, his mouth slightly agape as he firmly held onto your hips. With each bounce, the sounds of your soaking slickness bobbing his dick and your melodious moans filled the room, erotic sounds that were sinfully satisfactory to his ears.
With your forehead beaded with sweat drops and your hips never faltering, you gave your all to bring Himmel the most nerve-snapping, unrelenting, body jerking orgasm you could ever possibly give him, knowing well he needed it desperately tonight, desperately needed you tonight. Your pussy throbbed for him, breathy moans and whimpers falling to your own rosy lips as your hands planted firmly to his chest.
Pumping hastily, your brother’s thick cock glided in and out your moist folds as you ground against him, his hands traveling upwards to palm your breasts and you watched the way his eyes drifted shut, lips slightly parted as he sucked in soft moans and praises.
“Hah… Hmm…”
“Is it good, Himmel?” You breathed, topless chest heaving as your breasts bounced for him, nipples perked and hard from the cold air in the room. Whimpering, his velvety voice soothed your ears, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls so wholly brimmed your weary eyelids with burning tears.
“Hmm, so good, princess. You’re making big brother feel so good.” He praised, pulling your body down to lay on his chest so he can hold you close as you bounced, his hips barely fucking into you from underneath, meeting halfway.
“Ah, you’re so…” He hissed, taking a deep breath in when your walls clamped on him.
“…so wet.” He barely managed. With your breasts pressed flush to his chest, raspy moans trudged your lips when his cock pounded your g-spot, stifling yelps sobbed into his skin while a thin layer of sweat stuck your bodies together.
“Look at me, baby,” he panted. His palm cupped your face when you buried into his chest, unable to keep your eyes open to the sheer bliss of arousal and pleasure he’s pumping into you raw, deep, and profound.
“I wanna see your pretty face.”
Grunting, his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head when you tightened around him. Sizeable cock pounding up into you so deeply, balls smacking your ass with each thrust. His thumb soothed your lips, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you connected your gaze, intently staring into each other's eyes so full of want, lust, and trust. All things almost seem to disappear that just left you and him, alone together.
“Himmel,” You mewled when his fingers drifted down between your bodies, rubbing circles over your clit to ease the tension. Down between your legs, a trickling creamy mixture of your release seeped your thighs, causing your skirt to dirty from your dripping slicks. The slight curve of his massive cock left you sore already— the throbbing of his member was vivacious inside you, making you so full of him.
“I’m not going to last long today,” You whined softly before burying your face into his chest again. As your sibling shuddered underneath you, his palms coaxed up and down your bare back, several mindless kisses placed into your hair as he chanted your name repeatedly like a prayer he so desperately needed to recite.
When the tightening of your jaw and hard bites of your lip yield little to no aid in encasing your cries, your lips opt to carelessly trail over his skin, kissing small bites and marks from the tender skin of his neck up to his collarbone. Moving to his chest, wet and sloppy kisses were plastered all over him, your teeth barely grazing onto it while suckling into his delicate skin.
A little reminder he belongs to you as you belong to him. Marks of love from the person he has the pleasure of calling all his. Moaning and mewling into his skin, you bounced faster with your drenched core searing against his balls that trembled underneath you.
Never pausing, you still nibbled and peppered delicate hickies all over his chest— carelessly printing deep purple marks that were thoughtlessly stained into his skin as he held you tight.
“I’m gonna cum,” His body shivered when he notified you of his close release, the pads of his fingers pierced into your skin with low-toned groans into your ears as your lips quivered when you continuously moaned for him.
“Himmel, Himmel, Himmel~! Cum for me, Mel!” You cried, small drops of tears dripping down your face as you panted heavily and moved faster while placing a honey scorched kiss to his lips, crying into his mouth.
“Inside, please…!” Your voice trembled when you pleaded. You needed him to come inside you so badly. You needed him to fill you up with his seeds and claim you as his. You need every single part of your brother to be parts of yours as well, to be as one with him.
Your nails dug deeper in his skin while both your bodies were a mess of muffled moans through the humid heat, the upcoming orgasm caused your brains to fog each other’s touch. Leaning close to him, your lips grazed on his ear as you alluringly whispered with a shaky voice.
“Just where you like it.”
And then as it came you fell forward, your legs gripped him hard, your hands were frantic around his chest, your lips closing over the taut tendons in his neck, sucking the scream back in along with the taste of his skin and his sweat.
Hugging each other’s bodies close, his cock sank in and out of you deeply, much faster than before that was almost on the brink of release when you came for him. Your sore pussy ached as he jammed inside. His own orgasm snapped through his nerves as he came, spilling his hot, creamy, thick, and succulent seeds deep inside your needy hole.
His cum coated your trembling walls and you sighed into his chest, collapsing on top as you held each other close. Himmel’s chest rose and fell, keeping you close on top while his cock still rammed up inside as you rode out your highs.
Your body sharply twitched and trembled from your orgasm, slips of whimpers and moans of his name passed through his ears and he quietly shushed and soothed you by kissing you and petting your hair. It always worked since you were young. How you always clung to him and went to him first if something ever happened to you.
He loves how you always rely on your dearest older brother. After all, a brother must always protect his little sister and give her the safety and comfort she needs.
Finally recovering, you raised your head to meet his eyes, smiling tiredly when your orbs interlocked.
“Brother?”
“Hm?”
“Welcome home. I miss you so much.”
You snuggled your face close to his neck and sighed in relief to be this so close to him. Himmel hummed and ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand running along the sides that gave you ticklish sensations before whispering back to you.
“I miss you too, princess.”
Peering back up at him, you called out to him once more now dropping off the formalities.
“Himmel... Did- did it make you feel better?”
Receiving a nod from him, a shy smile crept up to your face before kissing his jaw with your soft lips. He chuckled then reached for your lips to kiss you, full of affection as he stroked your back.
“You always make me feel better.” It was his turn to smile. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You returned with a giggle. Biting your timid lip, you sheepishly gazed down at his chest that was embellished and painted with raunchy marks from your tender kisses.
“Um...” A blush then painted across your cheeks, one he knows too well you feel too shy to ask him something. Himmel quietly patted your head then he took hold of your hand to lace with his, a sign of assurance you can tell him anything.
The small assurance and love from your brother were enough for you to have the courage to ask him.
“Can we take a bath together?”
He closed his eyes, relishing in the sensation of your legs pressed on his sides and your hands mindlessly tracing the marks you had left on his chest.
“Of course.”