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It was already late, the moon’s light waning as it left the stars to do its work to light the sky like snowflakes in the night. The car pulled to a nearby side road and came to a halt. Aether threw his friend a glance, silently patting his shoulder to wake him up after a long trip.
“Hey, we’re already at your stop.” He stated. Venti groaned at the persistence that kept shoving him awake. His eyes fluttered open, giving him a moment to shed the sleep from his brain and allowing the visions of the night to give way to the day.
“Oh… Thanks for the ride, Aether. I appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it. Also, tell Himmel and your sister I said hi.” Aether softly chuckled to himself when Venti groaned, quite amused to see the musician get worked up whenever he mentions his siblings.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Oh, by the way,” Aether rummaged to his seat, busy digging through to find an important item. “Can you give this to your brother? It’s his notes I borrowed but he wasn’t there when I visited.” He handed the notebook to Venti, a bit reluctant if he was asking too much. However, the heaviness on his shoulder was lifted when his friend hummed in affirmation.
“Still, it’s a shock to discover Himmel had already left the dormitory. I thought you two would be going back together.”
Before the blond could further tease him, Venti jumped out of the car and grabbed his belongings before strolling ahead to his residence, leaving poor Aether all alone and dumbfounded in his vehicle by his sudden departure.
I really need to take a shower and eat something. Hopefully, there are some leftovers and beer at home. Venti listed a few of his favorite things in his head. Life was only ever good if it was simple.
He grumbled to himself and stretched his arms upwards, the satisfying sound of his bones cracking made him sigh in contentment after that long ride, especially with how small and cramped it was because of Aether bringing almost every single item in his dorm to his car.
I wonder what the two were doing when I was away…
When Aether had woken him up, he didn’t expect he’d have a dream of you. Somehow the thought of his little sister was in his arms was his worst nightmare and nicest dream at the same time. Worst because he had a feeling his twin did something indecent to you and the fact that you’re on his mind the whole time he was in the university made it difficult.
Why it was his nicest dream was the most obvious one to answer just by looking at him. You are his precious and most beloved sibling and the one he cared for so much that he’ll literally go deep into the abyss for you— maybe that’s going too far but at least he’ll do anything for his little sister. Not to mention, he missed you.
So much.
Half a year without you felt like an eternity. Life was boring and dull without you so to say, but he’d never say that to you— at least not now. He wanted to dream once.
Venti reached for the pockets of his jeans searching for the keys to the front door and once he felt the familiar metallic texture against his palm, he inserted it into the keyhole as the sound of a click that resonated in his ears let him push open the door only for him to be greeted with an empty, dark, and quiet living room.
God, he was expecting you to greet him with your usual welcome home and hug him tightly and tell him you miss him. Absentmindedly, his nails dug into his skin out of spite. For the entire years of his existence with always being with his twin, he can’t fucking believe Himmel went ahead without letting him know.
Greedy bastard.
He shut the door quietly and flicked the light switch to the kitchen before dropping his heavy bag and luggage onto the floor near the counter with a semi-loud thud.
He really should take a shower. The sweat on his body and the mixed stench of wine and cologne was irking him greatly. Just before he entered the bathroom from upstairs, his gaze shifted to the familiar wooden door that was closed. It was the shared room of him and Himmel. For some reason, he felt a heaviness in the pit of his stomach if he happened to see you were sleeping next to his twin.
He knows you love them equally but maybe you have some kind of favoritism towards the older one since he’s more reliable and hardworking when it comes to both academics and household duties.
But he hopes— he desperately hopes your love towards him was much stronger than towards Himmel’s. With all these thoughts infesting his mind the whole night, he wanted to get rid of them through a nice, hot shower.
Taking off all of his clothing, he threw it inside the basket and stepped in. The rattle of the shower curtains followed by a cold blast of the air against his naked body was the only warning he got. But as soon as the water beating down his shoulders warmed, it really helped a lot.
Turning around in the shower so that the spray could hit his face, he reached for the soap. The small white-off bar in his hands quickly lathered up and it’s when he realized it was your soap you often use. Up till now, it’s the same brand as before and he remembers it as clear as a day. His mind kept going back to you: your long, slim legs with all that flesh plumping out whenever you wear thigh highs. Your arms interlock with his when walking home together, then to your chest that’s pressed against his limb.
Taking a waft of the soap, he closed his eyes and imagined you were standing there before him. He moved it across his chest and smiled at the thought of you and your soft warm eyes locking with his.
His body was starting to react to the thoughts of you, and there was no point in stopping it. He was alone in the room and was going to take advantage of it.
I’m sorry, [Name]…
Venti had a lot on his mind despite just taking a shower. It can’t be helped that he's bothered by the thoughts of you. You were always together ever since you were young— even through your infancy months— but besides that, he had developed an amount of attraction towards you as you grew up that was certainly not familial.
Call him crazy, but he was starting to believe the feeling was mutual considering how often you used to visit his room so late at night and sleep next to him. Perhaps it's just what siblings usually do who seek the comfort of their brothers but it's hard to believe that's your reason right? To add to it, you often come to their room almost every single night. One thing in his mind was your visits were on purpose and he knows very well how clingy you can get. He sometimes even caught you staring at him at odd times and whenever he pointed it out you just turned into a flustered mess.
Venti’s sure of his feelings for you but he doesn’t know yours. Besides, you’re still... unbloomed to understand such things. And what if he was just misunderstanding you?
Ironically, why was he thinking about this? Why was he worried about this? Haven’t you been so intimate with him for the past years? He could classify you as a seductress but such a term doesn’t fit the perfect image he has for his dearest little sister.
With a sigh, he dried himself and wrapped a towel over his body. One on his waist and another draped over his shoulder. He walked out of the bathroom and set his next destination to his room.
Just as he reached for the doorknob, he didn’t expect the door was actually unlocked. His head was clouded with another set of doubtful and anxious ideas that are anticipating once he opens this door. Are you sleeping on his bed? Is Himmel fast asleep inside? Or are you both tucked in together on the same blanket?
But it was quiet. Oddly quiet.
The door creaked open and inside was…
Just a vacant room. No sign of his kins slumbering nor were the sheets on the bed was ruffled. It was completely untouched, smoothed, and clean.
Then it could mean Himmel was sleeping in your room.
That obnoxious twin of his... Was he really that desperate to go home and see you? Venti won’t lie but he feels the same. But to take advantage of going alone and leaving him was a fucking dick move.
He connected everything. Obviously, Himmel fucked you senselessly while he wasn’t still here. And of course, their uncle was still out of town. You told them that beforehand.
God, the throbbing of his head just made it worse the more he thinks but he still couldn’t shake off the uneasy nerves that plagued him.
A growl in his stomach reminded him he still hasn’t taken his dinner yet. Sighing heavily and opening the door to his shared wardrobe, he proceeded to dress that’s comfier. Once done, he went off downstairs and back to the kitchen to get himself a nice booze of his favorite drink. Hopefully, there’s more left inside the fridge.
Curses... as expected, there’s none but just leftovers of Mondstadt Hash Brown, Satisfying Salad, and a few bottles of milk. He checked his phone to check the current time and for any notifications before setting it on the counter.
The kitchen was dark, save for the moonlight that reflected off of the floor. He reached for a glass and poured himself some water from the fridge to satisfy the quench of thirst his mouth was begging for. He leaned against the counter as he stared blankly ahead of him, the light from the fridge illuminating his body.
He let his eyes fluttered shut and zoned out, finally thinking about something other than his sister for once.
“Vennie?” A voice murmured.
He jolted a bit from the sudden call of his name at this kind of time. He’s sure he knows who that voice belongs to. It’s oh-so-familiar to him and the recognizable pitch of the voice made his stomach clenched in excitement.
He squinted in the dark to find you standing at the entrance of the kitchen with the sleeve of your shirt falling over to one of your shoulders, allowing his eyes to gaze over your exposed skin. You might have woken up from all the noises and lights… how did he not even consider that?
You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand to get rid of the gunk as well as to have a clear vision of the person in front of you. Though your sleep was disturbed, it still made you feel at ease to see the younger twin finally back home. Sparks of excitement ran through your veins as you sluggishly approached him with a tired smile.
“Welcome home, Vennie.” You greeted.
It almost didn’t even feel real— to see you standing there and breathe the familiar and comforting scent of his beloved sister.
Truthfully, he doesn’t even know if this was real or not. He might still be dreaming, asleep back in his dormitory then waking up later on to prepare for the morning class. But if this was a dream, he’d live it to the fullest and hold you close to him while he still has the chance.
“[Name]... I didn’t mean to disturb you, I’m sorry.” He set the glass down and immediately sauntered to where you were standing, cupping your face carefully and pressing a soft kiss on the crown of your head.
“You should go back to sleep. It’s already late and you still have your classes tomorrow.” Your brother ushered you to go back upstairs with his hand lightly placed on your back as a sign for you to go back to your room.
You grumbled at his persistency and stood firmly in your place to prevent him from pushing you any further. You just woke up and this is how he greets you? Such a disappointment and yet you’re happy to see him. You turned around and wrapped your arms around him to pull Venti in a hug.
Venti’s body stiffened at the close contact but a sense of nostalgia flooded over him. God, Venti missed this so much. This was how you usually greeted him home if he comes home so late back when he’s still in high school. Your scent and your closeness... it greatly relaxed him and eased the throbbing pain echoing in his head these past few hours.
His nose trailed up your neck before burying his face into your hair. You giggled against his shoulder, finding it adorable to see your sibling get so clingy around you.
“Welcome home, Vennie.”
Venti shuddered when you’re patting his back and your slender fingers brushing his hair to smooth his messy locks after a long shower. It was hard to think straight, especially with how physically close you are to him right now.
So adorable and so vulnerable, and you smell pleasant as well.
And that voice. God, your voice. Oh, he missed listening to your sounds so much.
“Hm, it’s good to be back. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.” He murmured against your shoulder, mindlessly drawing circles on your hips while you still held him close to you. Then his finger hooked carefully around the hem of your shirt and lifted it just slightly to expose your tummy to him.
“Have you eaten dinner already?” Your question made him drop his hand back to his side, silently cursing at himself for touching you so intimately without thinking. The homesickness was getting to him and he just wanted to relish in your presence.
Venti shook his head and nervously let out a soft chuckle as he scratched his cheek with a finger. “Not yet, but I did have a light snack.”
“I can make one for you.”
Before he could protest, you were already prepping and taking out the salad in the fridge. He could never say no to you if you’re going to make a meal for him. After all, it is an honor he could have a taste of your homemade cooking.
“Do you want to drink as well? I remember Uncle Andrius brought a bottle of wine in here…”
For the first time since he had left the bathroom, he'd never thought you really were right in front of him. Venti glanced up at your form and immediately bit his lip.
Dammit.
You’re just casually standing and prepping near the counter with that loose shirt and dolphin shorts you’re wearing. He can tell you’re not wearing a bra right now when you hugged him minutes ago.
Through the middle of the night, Venti made sure to watch your every single movement. Gazing at your delicate lips, your eyes fluttering open and close with your long lashes following behind, and tracing the curves of your petite body as you brought his freshly cooked meal on the table.
You cocked your head to the side, finding it hard to determine whether your brother didn’t like the dish you made or if he was just too tired to move to take a bite of it.
Soon, your minor worries were erased when he took the fork and popped a mix of pieces of meat and veggies into his mouth. A symphony of taste rose to a crescendo as the flavor touched his tongue.
It really does taste like home. Not to mention your culinary skills have improved greatly. Maybe he’ll ask you to bake him an apple pie one day if you have the time. He paused for a quick second when you poured him a bottle of wine in his glass, taking the time to observe your features up close.
He could see there were some changes in your appearance, but that aside you’re still his adorable little sister in his eyes. Of course, you’re cute both in looks and voice. He wondered if you’re still the clingy type, he doesn’t want you to depend on someone else but him.
He took a sip from his drink after thanking you, relishing in the sweet and refreshing taste of the dandelion wine in his throat.
Although he mostly drinks instead of eating, with a total of five glasses already, he still took a bite of the salad. Who would waste such effort especially that it was made just for him? "It tastes really good. I'm sure everything you make is exquisite and appetizing." His comment caused your heart to warm to the words, watching him with surprise. Turning your face away out of sheer embarrassment to how grand he made your hobby sound, you had to take a long breath just to try to calm your racing heartbeat. Venti only observed your reaction with a low chuckle and resumed eating the meal before him.
The dinner was pleasantly quiet which really helped him loosen, but he likes it when you start a conversation with him. Your brother regaled you with some of his works and success in producing several pieces of music in the past months while he's away.
“Oh? So this was how Mister Tone-Deaf Bard rose to the top?”
The nickname made him stop eating his salad. His brows arched in curiosity and skepticism on where have you learned that nickname from. As far as he knows, only a certain “pet” of his friend would call him that. He doesn’t recall any memories or stories he had shared to you that mentions such ugly nickname.
“Where did that name come from?” He started, an obvious pout on him that made you giggle to see him react like this. Placing both hands on your cheek to support yourself, you merely smiled and pointed at his phone.
“I watch your videos in my free time. And I am kind of updated with your social media.”
You have great respect for him and felt a bit smug that you have amazing and talented brothers. Venti was at loss for words, speechless at your straightforward answer. So you know about his music covers? Well it was bound to happen. He just didn’t expect you’d catch on it so early. If the opportunity comes by, perhaps you can help them write songs when you’re available.
Your brother chuckled and pinched your cheek playfully. “Don’t go spilling my performances to your friends.”
“Aww, why not?” You grumbled when his fingers messed your hair, shooting a playful glare to him as an attempt of intimidation. Though it immediately came to a halt when his fingers sneak behind your ear and caressed your most sensitive spot. It was impulsive for you to flinch and back away. Your face burned hot and your hands tried to cover your ears, the warm touch of his fingertips still lingered on your skin and it’s terrible that your heart was beating so fast from that slightest of contact.
Venti’s hand dropped back on the table and chuckled. “That happens. Though I know you mean to help me, I’ll greatly appreciate it if you’ll be my number one supporter and fan.” His smile was one gentleness growing, much as a spring flower opened. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. A person smiles with more than their mouth, and you can hear it in his voice, in the choice of his words and the way he relaxed.
You nodded before adding another comment, “You’re practically famous in my school, you know. You’re the previous club leader in the Music Club so every member there and the rest of your admirers knows about you.”
A small smile tugged the corner of his lips before continuing to finish his salad and sipping another glassful of wine. After making sure he’s finished, you stood up to wash the dishes to lessen his burden after a tiring journey from his university to his cozy abode. The fewer tasks he’ll do, the better.
As you bend over to close the door to the dishwasher, you felt a light body come up behind you with familiar slim hands flexing on your hips. You stiffened, eyes going wide as you turned around to see Venti’s face are slightly flushed, not to mention how his movements were staggered as well...
You assumed he’s tipsy from drinking all that wine. You could bring him back to his room but it would be difficult for you to do it alone.
You could try asking Himmel however he’s still upstairs to notice and in deep sleep after your recent activities with him— perhaps all of his energy drained gravely— which still made you have mixed feelings about it.
You straightened and tried to guide him to the living room to rest, however, your brother’s hands brought you back to him, your bare legs rubbing against his joggers. His gaze was fixed on your lashes and you can feel the beginnings of what got you into this situation last night. He fought the desire to groan when you accidentally pressed up against him.
“I can take care of this…” He murmured, sending a shiver down your spine.
“But you’re too drained out! You should go and rest if you need to.” Venti hummed and placed his head against your shoulder to ease the throbbing pain in his head. The tips of his short hair occasionally brushed your skin and you shuddered when his hot breath fanned your neck whilst he drew circles on your hips.
“Maybe I should,” For some reason, you felt the urge to bring his hand back on your body after he released his grip on you that left a burning, red hot sensation on your hips.
"But not now." You quirked your brows at him by what he meant by that. Before you could ask him, his fingers slipped between your own and locked it together.
“Do you still remember back when we were young, princess?”
Your heart skipped a beat and your insides clenched involuntarily at the husky way he said the pet name, your mind going straight to the way he’d breathed it into your ear just now.
“Which time?” You bit your lower lip, silently scolding yourself with how shaky your voice was. You felt him smile against your shoulder, his free fingers still continuing to draw circles on your sides. You don’t even know if this was even real or all the loneliness the past six months had finally taken its toll and made you crazy.
Maybe you’re just jumping to conclusions and misunderstanding things.
Or maybe all of this was just an elaborate imagination conjured up by your elusive mind. Whatever it was, all those problems would be there tomorrow as they always were.
“When we were playing princes and princesses, of course.” He chuckled and grabbed the bottle of wine to pour himself another drink. “Ah, when you insist you want to play as the bard instead of being a prince, right?”
“Mhm, but that’s not what I meant, [Name].” Your eyes darted to him curiously. “You know, I wanted to take you out to the park and escape from Himmel. Perhaps look for a real palace together.”
Though the intentions were deemed as innocent, he’s fully aware Himmel was developing feelings for you back then. That's the reason why he wanted to sneak out and bring you along.
“You were?” Venti hummed once again and had another sip while your hands clutched on the edge of the kitchen counter out of nervousness.
“To be fair, that was a lost cause. Himmel's such a worrywart after all and he’ll notice both of us are gone.” Your brother stared at you, baffled. “You don’t believe me I’ll really find a castle for just the two of us?”
“We’re still young at that time. Of course, you won’t have any money to buy one.”
“Touche,” For a moment, it felt like old times; two siblings having a light banter without any worry in the world. Both of you never get into arguments, it’s more of a playful teasing where he’ll be the one initiating and see how long you’ll be able to handle his high-spirited state.
“Soon, I’ll make it happen.”
A spark shot up your spine when his lips brushed the shell of your ear and a slim hand brushed the hair on your neck away. His nose trails down your neck and you shut your eyes tightly at his closeness and intimacy. Maybe it’s just his drunken state that is making him act like this, you thought.
“The kiss,” Venti abruptly began.
“H-huh?”
“Do you still remember the kiss?”
Venti pulled you closer to his chest, practically trapping you between him and the surface as his hands trailed down the sides of your body until they gently rested on your hips. Your heart raced when his fingers slipped underneath your shirt and you feel so ashamed of yourself that you understood his cues and knew where this was going. Even though you never drink, you felt high and bothered.
Your head moved on its own to answer his question; an answer of yes.
His lips grazed against the tip of your ear, whispering, “If I remember it correctly, it went something like this.”
He turned you around and molded his mouth to yours.
Surprised by the sudden intimate contact, your entire body went stiff— your arms hung at your sides and your mind went completely blank, casting a void to swallow all the thoughts inside. Venti leaned in for leverage to deepen the kiss, bringing your petite body close against his and tilting your head a bit to get more access in pushing his tongue in.
The taste of the dandelion wine was surprisingly sweet, though you can’t help but relish in and take in every flavor you could identify through the heated voluptuous kiss.
Once satisfied, he slowly pulled away with him pulling your bottom lip ever so gently with his teeth. His hot breath was fanning on your lips and before your brain could process what had just happened, he then kissed you once more but with much more voracious.
He wrapped an arm behind you, pressing you to him, while his other hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, still feeding on your mouth like a starving man. Your hands gripped onto his shirt, clutching him tightly while you shut your eyes to hide from embarrassment and shame you’re turned on by his hasty but sincere kisses.
Your back arched where he inadvertently licked and nibbled the soft flesh and marks of hickeys Himmel placed upon you. Part of you welcomed the pain whereas the opposing wanted you to stop him immediately. It's so shameful and humiliating at the thought you’re letting your brother get his way again in bringing you to have intimate sex with him after months of not seeing each other— just like how you allowed your dearest big brother Himmel to fuck you.
You feel so dreadful and guilty for having such similar thoughts towards Venti. Sinful in a way you wanted to kiss him back when he began to notice you weren’t being responsive towards his intimacy.
“[Name]? What’s wrong?”
You kissed him back with the same intensity he did on you: taking his lower lip between your teeth, pulling, and then sucking on it. Albeit surprised, he still reciprocated and slanted your head to the side and held you still to brush his mouth with yours deeply. He took your face in both of his hands and ran his thumbs up to your cheekbones, carefully handling you like a fragile doll he had ever touched.
“I can finally do this,” he licked up your neck, leaving a cold sensation on your feverish skin. “And this,” he then nibbled on your ear and your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed in pleasure of the effect he had on you. “And this.” He kissed his way down your neck and slid his free hand down your sternum, pawing at your breasts through your shirt.
You bit back a moan when you sensed a throbbing between your legs.
He groaned and nuzzled closer. “Just as sweet and delicate as I remember. God, if only you know how much I’ve been thinking about this, [Name].” He bit your shoulder slightly, laving over it with his tongue.
You refrain yourself from releasing such vulgar noises in the middle of the night, holding back your moans as much as you can while holding onto his shirt like there’s no tomorrow. “I couldn’t sleep properly the other night.” He continued mouthing at your shoulder.
“I ended up taking a shower once I arrived here and when I smelled that sweet soap of yours? Hah… f-fuck….” He groaned and pressed you closer to his chest to the point you can’t almost escape from his grasp. “Will you believe your brother that I jerked off until I came, imagining it was your pretty little face I was coming on?”
Warmth spread in your core at his filthy words and his velvety voice.
“Ven, we can’t do this, okay. Uncle Andrius might come back soon.” You whimpered, attempting to push him back. It's a relief you returned to your senses but the lingering feeling of desire for your brother's touch was almost impossible to ignore.
“Shh, there’s still more time, angel.”
His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on the junction of your neck and shoulder and you let out a breathy moan. “Hnn… Ven, we c-can't...” Your head lolled back, absentmindedly clutching on his hand that was on your waist.
He pulled a chair out and pushed you to sit down before moving in front of you. He spread your legs and dropped to his knees. You tried to grab onto him in alarm to get him back up, but he’s too strong and he knows it. “Six months of not seeing my little sister, we both know we’ve been craving for each other from the start. Isn’t that right, [Name]?”
You quirked a panicked eyebrow, breathless now. “W-what…?”
He ran his palms up the inside of your thighs, allowing him access to where you want him most. Venti chuckled and ran his tongue across his lips as he eyed your soft and smooth flesh.
“Hm, was that too vague? Well excuse me for using vulgar words but what Vennie means is that I’m going to spread you apart and taste my sister’s sweet little pussy. Big brother Venti will make you feel so good that all you can think of is me and me only. I’ll heed all your wishes. Every single one of it, sweetheart. Just say what you want me to do and I’ll gladly listen and do whatever it takes to make you cum on me.”
Your head felt fuzzy and you can’t think straight, not past the imperceptible swift hands on your thighs and the face between your legs. But you hate yourself for one thing:
You know without a doubt that you wanted this.
He wasted no time, gently yet hurriedly spreading you and lifting your shirt and pulling down your shorts with ease.
He tentatively lifted your leg to rest on his shoulder and when you didn’t protest he softly kissed the flesh of your inner thigh. Your scent filled his senses and his eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in and licked a stripe along your cunt.
The sound you made above him made him groan in enthusiasm. With his practiced tongue he pulled your pleasure. The tip of it flicked your clit and his fingers rubbed soothingly along your legs.
You were trembling.
Venti leaned further, layering another delicate lick against your clit to create more stimulation.
Above him, you whimpered in response.
So sensitive, Venti mused.
You’ll be a mess after one orgasm, nigh-unsalvageable when he’s done with you. He could already imagine how you’ll cry out when he properly dives between your folds.
He's practiced between your legs and knows how to make you cum in less than a minute— he has your orgasms down to a science and he could even call himself an expert for knowing his sister like the back of his hand. Knows exactly where to lick and what to suck to push you over the edge time and time again until your orgasms all blend together. Until you're wrecked, ruined to the core so he can build you up all over again.
His hot mouth sealed over your clothed pussy and you gasped sharply as you gripped the edge of the table. He kept his eyes on you and made a noise of approval as he licked up all your wetness through the cotton of your panties.
“V-Vennie, we can’t…”
“Are you sure? But I bent you over my desk whenever you come to my classroom after classes back in high school and made love to you. And you love every single one of it.” He mumbled against you. He hooked a finger around your panties, pushing them to the side and using a firm tongue to you on your slit.
You mewled loudly, eyes squeezing shut. “Shh, know, I know.” He cooed. “Big brother knows it feels good. I can feel you dripping on the chair and my fingers, but you have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that for big brother?”
“M-mhm…”
His tongue flicked your pussy rapidly as your juices mixed with his saliva that made the most obscene noises. Small sparks crackled between your thighs and at the base of your spine.
“B-but we’re siblings.” You countered.
He made his tongue firm and dipped it inside your pussy causing his nose to bump your clit. “If you’re so against it, then you wouldn’t have kissed me back. That would be so hypocrite of you, you know.”
He’s right. There’s nothing you can argue from his words. It’s always a battle between yourself if you should stop these forbidden acts or give in to your own feelings.
“Besides, you rubbed this sweet little lips all over my thighs and made yourself come on my slacks before.”
“T-that was—!” Your words were cut off short with a loud moan slipping your lips, quickly covering your mouth with your hand when his tongue flicked your insides repeatedly because now you’re chasing the orgasm that crested in your stomach.
“You greedily took my thick seeds deep inside until they were dripping out of you.” He eased a finger into your folds and you clamped around him. He chuckled and gave another gentle kiss on your thighs to ease you before slipping in another, even his fingers causing a stretch, but you need more. You shyly ground your hips against his fingers involuntarily, allowing them to slip deeper inside you as you felt the pads of his calloused digits brush against your walls.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to humiliate you, princess. But don’t worry, we’re here to relax, enjoy, and make love as usual.” He closed his eyes, humming in pleasure when your arousal kept dripping out of your folds every time his fingers pumped in and out of you. Your hips jerked forward when he curled them inside you, and you tried your best to speak out amidst your wanton cries and moans of pleasure.
“Himmel's asleep upstairs. H-he might hear us.” You whimpered, feeling the orgasm approach as he circled his thumb around your clit while the rest fucked your pussy. Blood rushed in your head, ears, and core. Even your teeth felt like they had a pulse. You can’t ever recall being this turned on in your life.
He merely smiled as if being caught didn’t bother him. He went ahead on working his fingers faster while his tongue flicked on your clit. “You came to my bedroom the night before I left and you were taking all of it without leaving a single drop. Hmm, you're such a good girl at that time and you know you deserve all those rewards I gave to you."
The recollection of that memory was indeed unforgettable to him. He can't forget that blissful look you have as you ride him, your lips drooling and breasts bouncing as you tightly press your thighs against his sides. It just shows how much you don't want him to leave and a desperate attempt to make him stay.
You clenched around him, painfully aroused and so close. You lost all semblance of coherent thoughts there and your hands flew to his hair, curling around the short ebony strands before he licked a stripe of your cunt— stimulating your aching core with just his skilled tongue by sucking and drinking you like he wanted to drown in it.
His jaw worked at your clit and his digits pumped relentlessly in and out of you until your thighs were shaking and twitching around him.
“Good girl, that’s it. Release all of it to me. You want to cry so badly because of how good big brother Venti is making you feel? Do it. As long as I get to have you come on my face.” His eyes darkened and he dove in with renewed vigor, sealing his lips over your clit. You muffled a cry with your hands, breathing heavily as he sucked you. Your juices and his spit were dripping onto the chair while he continued to ruthlessly attack your abused cunt again and again and again.
“Vennie~ Please, please make me cum, I don’t care. Please just make me— hng~!! C-cum… I need it so badly! Venti, please please please!”
He groaned against your dripping sex, and when he crooked his fingers to rub against the g-spot, you begin to see stars. You came crashing down, electricity sparking up your spine, and your back arching off the chair. Your hands remained tangled in his hair, pulling him close to your pussy as he helped you ride out your orgasm while he breathed heavily against you and his fingers were starting to slow.
Your breaths came in heavy pants as you came down, still shuddering as your brother’s wet mouth kissed the insides of your thighs along with biting, sucking, and replacing the marks that were plastered on your skin.
Venti hummed in contentment at your taste. It was how he perfectly remembered before he forgets it: full of lust, desire, and longing and he knows you cannot deny the fact you have feelings for him.
You look fucked out already and he hasn’t even gotten started with you yet. He planned on ruining you for everybody else; wanted his name to be a prayer on your lips.
“You taste like heaven, just like I thought you would, angel.” He murmured against your calf, kissing his way down.
He then stood up, smearing his wet fingers across his lips and licking off every single drop of your release in his mouth until none was left to see.
His green eyes trailed to your own, watching you hazily observe him lick his fingers between your clouded thoughts. Then without a warning, he lifted you with ease causing you to bring yourself back to reality. He dragged you up by your other hand while your body was still unsteady with your legs being shaky from the orgasmic experience.
He brought you back to him— not like you’ll ever run from him— and pulled you close as he trailed his hands down your bottom to pull the waistband of your panties and let them snap against you.
Your throat went dry and your face flushed red when you felt his impressive tent through his cotton bottoms right before he brought his lips close to your ear to whisper seductive and dirty words.
“We’re not yet done, princess. We are just about to start.”
He wanted to confirm that you do want it. As he patiently waits, it made his dick hard when he saw you bobbed your head subtly. Oh, how compliant his cute little sister was for him. It made him want to throw caution to the wind and take you right fucking here on the kitchen counter and breed you well until he’s sure enough you were full of his thick white semen— he neither gives a care if someone was watching him pounding his blood relative.
Submissive and breedable. A perfect description of you.
He can’t remember ever feeling so turned on by anyone before and you’re the only one who made him act so strangely like this. The mere scent of you was enough to send him into an obsessive, horny tailspin.
It brought back memories of the time where he pulled you inside an empty classroom and initiated a hot make-out session after class hours where there were little to no people. Or the time you visited him in his club room and it was only you two alone giving him the opportunity to fuck you raw against the wall and have you cum on his dick several times after a tiring day.
Though it was such a disappointment how often he has to pull out of you. He can’t bring himself to deny your pleas with that round eyes of yours begging him to just cover your body with his semen instead. It was only once you allowed him to come inside your pussy and that was when your eldest brother, Himmel, had to stay in the hospital for three days due to his poor health conditions.
You’re the only one who can relieve his stress and assure him he’s doing great at everything he does. From academics to hobbies and even his interests. You fully supported him with whatever his decisions were and perhaps this was the reason that made him have these forbidden feelings for you.
Venti's heartstrings tugged, almost becoming emotional when he thinks of all of your small acts of love towards him. He closed his eyes and tipped forward, his head resting on your shoulder. His words barely came out as a murmur from where his mouth was pressed against your neck, but you heard them loud and clear.
“I’m sorry I’m not the perfect brother,” he mumbled.
“I’m sorry I texted you back so late.” He wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I’m sorry I’m not better.”
You don't deserve that...
“Venti…” You rarely say his full name anymore. It’s usually ‘Vennie’, ‘Venven’, or simply 'Ven".
“You’re the greatest brother I know.” You felt him shake his head against your skin. “You’re lying…” There’s not a single ounce of strength in his words and you hated him for being so pessimistic.
“You protected me, you supported me, you watched me perform, you even took the time to call me despite being so busy with your studies and part-time job.”
You said, your fingers curling into his slightly damp hair as the other ran up and down his back. You gently pulled him away from your shoulder to look into his glassy emerald eyes. “That’s what I love about you.”
Venti’s eyes shone with tears and he instinctively leaned his forehead against your shoulder. You let your brother cry unto you, kissing the top of his head to give him comfort. You inhaled the natural scent of his shampoo as your fingers traced idly on his back.
Once he’s healed, he pulled away from you but this time he didn’t speak. You truly are an angel. It's what has been repeating in his head over and over again like a broken record. It's the truth and he cannot deny that. An angel knew how to speak to open up the inner channels to God, to help heaven hear hearts and see through our eyes the pains of this world. You were the key to turning his apocalypse around, to bring heaven onto him.
An angel he's been infatuated with, he then leaned forward until his lips were a hair’s breadth from yours, latching his lips with yours into a kiss. You let him pour every ounce of pain and sorrow that built up within him, your face burning hot as you carefully and willingly took it.
He savored the taste and feel of you. And he was grateful. Grateful for this moment with you and every moment he’s had and will have.
He’s never felt something like this before. He doesn’t think he could ever live without it.
Without you.
“I want you,” he whispered against your lips, his hands sliding in an upward and downward motion on your back with a small tugging of your shirt to go along with it.
“[Name], love, I need you. Right now, please.”
The grip your sibling has on your hip tightened just a fraction. You pulled back to look into his eyes— they remind you of the sky and the beautiful woodland altogether— and you shook your head.
“You need to rest!” You implored and those same aquatic green optics started to turn desperate.
“Please,” he begged. “I just need to feel you. I need to know you’re here. Really here.”
“Venti, I’m right here.”
You were trying to make it better but the way he was clinging to you made you realize how much you need to feel your brother too.
“I miss holding you close to me like this.” He said with such anguish that your chest stung hearing his pained voice. “Please, [Name].”
His hand proceeded to roam along your shoulders, waist, and hips. You felt flickers of electricity running through your veins— a feeling of arousal and warmth but you were also unsure, torn by your own feelings.
“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea to do it right now. What if Himmel—“
Venti kissed you again, silencing you. He brought his hands underneath your shirt to cup your bare breasts, flicking your nipples with his callused hands in between the kiss as you moaned in surprise by the sudden response.
“Hnn—!”
No matter how much you hold back your sounds, it’s obvious by now that you badly want your brother. And the feeling was mutual. He wants to caress every curve of yours, every dip, and every inch of your skin. He needs to know you and make sure you’re really here by his side and not just another nocturnal emission he has of you.
Venti sighed and tilted his head down to rest his temple against yours. Then slowly and gently his hands glided up along your ribs— careful not to touch your sensitive spots you don’t like.
He breathed in your scent before moving downwards to kiss the corner of your mouth. He wants to kiss you so hard, wants to bite and suck, giving you the most passionate kiss you’ll ever have to show how much he truly romantically loves his sister.
He still poured everything into the kisses he left on your lips. Showed his devotion every time his thumb grazed across your sensitive nipples. Conveyed his need in the way he pulled you flush against his body.
You sighed his name, your hands wandering up his chest while your fingertips grazed his short locks until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
Fuck.
Venti can’t hold it anymore. He pressed you adjacent to the kitchen counter as his hand cradled the back of your head whereas the other smoothed over your lower back. You didn’t wince— thankfully— when your back touched the edge of the surface and instead deepened the kiss by pushing your tongue inside his mouth.
She’s here. She’s okay. This is real.
Fuck, Venti felt himself getting so hard.
“Sweetheart,” he groaned gently as he ran his lips across your jaw, keeping your form close to him to keep you still. You looked up at him with your doe eyes and he sees so much in those irises he couldn’t think properly.
Turning you around, your sibling bent you over the kitchen counter. On the tip-toes of your feet, he yanked down your panties and ruched fabric creating a frame around your perfect ass and the barest glisten of your pussy peeking through your thighs.
One arm slithered around your waist, holding you tight against him as he pressed himself into your backside; the sharp edge of the counter biting into the skin of your hips left exposed between the top of your shorts and the bottom of your top. You try to stutter out anything really but to no avail, your mind was too focused on the presence of your brother.
You’re really here. It’s all he could think, listening to you whimper at his deliberate motions. The same slow circle that’s enough to curl your toes but it won’t lead you anywhere.
It was really a surprise for him that you’re still awake in the middle of the night. Perhaps you were waiting for his arrival all this time just for him. Which meant you really do love him, it was the only reason you’re still up at this kind of hour.
You wanted to see him. Be with him. And everything that meant. The relief with the sudden realization is too much. He makes a promise to make it up to you, more than you deserve it, but he can’t stop himself.
It’s impossible to hold back a moan when his lips traced the curve of your neck. Panting through his nose as he squeezed you tighter, his calloused fingertips trailed up to your thigh, bunching the fabric as he made his way towards the dripping slit of yours.
All you could manage was pressing your hands onto the counter. The sound of the bag he’d been working on emptying tumbled, and its contents rolling about was muffled by his breath and your blood rushing in your ears.
“Mhm… the cute little sounds you make.” He kissed the underside of your ear. “I like how soft—“ Then to your neck. “—and pliant you go—“ Next his lips were on your shoulder. “—when I start kissing you like this.” His tongue lapped your exposed skin, trailing kisses on the juncture of your neck and shoulder that was more teeth than lips.
“Pressing against me like you're begging me to take you.” Venti gently dug his teeth through your shoulder, producing a gasp from you.
He slipped his index finger to your sex, working hard yet slow at your clit for all of a minute as he took in every moan and breathy gasps you let out with a contented visage on his face.
“Ah~ Hmng—!"
You whined when they slipped further down and spread you rather than filling your no doubt eager hole. He yanked his cock through the fly of his boxers and dipped his red, leaking tip carefully inside you. Just the barest bit, you gasped, wiggling when he dipped his cock down to shove half the length in one hard thrust.
Your violently clenching walls held him in a vice that seemed impossible. It’s different from any time before. He knows you being bent over the countertop needy and panting for him is only a small part.
It’s that he didn’t have to make you.
All he had to do was just touch you.
“So, so deep that you feel those shocks up your spine. Fuck, it’s so good. You’re gripping me so well, princess. You’re gripping me with your pussy like you don’t want me to leave.”
His dirty words made your walls clench on his cock, your arousal continued to drip on your thighs. You nodded, whimpering his name as your body shook from the tremendous pleasure of his cock that began to pound your insides repeatedly.
“Do you miss me?”
You nodded without thinking. “That’s good to hear. I miss you too, princess.”
When he threw another thrust, you moaned against your arms. It was a needy noise deep in your chest. You wanted this, desired him so badly, but he was wearing far too many clothes to feel his skin against yours. His hands were everywhere after you squirmed and whimpered for his touch— brushing and kneading your hips and back, pushing your shirt far up to expose your back to him.
Venti then pulled out and turned you around. The burning countenance you’re currently wearing made his throat and lips dry before putting his hands underneath your arms and carrying you to sit on the table to press you against him and the cold surface.
He urged you to take off your shirt, in which you complied with the help of him as he threw it onto the ground. You shut your eyes tightly at the cold air and threw your head back, giving him the opportunity to mark your shoulders. Venti growled and grunted, showering you with praises while he covered your skin with love bites and hickeys as you sighed your brother’s name.
He gripped your hips firmly and leaned forward to continue kissing your neck. Once satisfied with his artwork, Venti slid his hands down your arms and pressed your hands onto the table. He curled your fingers with his, a gesture of reassurance and intimacy, and urged you to hang on as he slid his big cock back inside your tight wall once again.
With his hands still pinioning yours, he tipped forward and began kissing, nibbling, and licking your neck under your ear.
When he was sure that you were satisfied with his kisses, he reached behind you and arched your chest out to perfectly display your breasts for him. He drew two fingers from the hollow of your throat down your breastbone where he had left the terrible mark. Careful not to press there, he continued until he cupped your bosom, lifting the slight weight and caressing the outside curve with his thumb.
Your hands clawed against his back yet his shirt was in the way of the marks you wanted to give to him. Of all the new sensations you’ve experienced tonight, nothing is like getting fucked by your brother. The sexy growls vibrating from his chest, the curses dripping from his tongue as he enjoys the pure bliss of his little sister’s clenching walls snuggly hugging his shaft, the heat from your bodies meshing together made your whole body flush and burn hot.
Venti held your back in his arms, telling you to push your chest against his face as he took one of your shy pink nipples into his mouth. He suckled and drew his teeth over it, then he used his tongue to circle and tease you to further see your intoxicated reactions.
You moaned and pressed your breasts deeper into his suckling mouth, wanting to give everything of you to your kin. He obliged and laved your skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses that left red marks to match your already flaming flesh.
The feelings were overwhelming and you craved even more. Reaching for him, you thrust your hips against his and ground his cock with your hungry wet cunt.
Into the rich tapestry of blue, came a woven blanket of hearth-spun grey, a comfort to each soul who dreamt upon such icy nights. A cold night that gave ever more reason to draw closer to one another, to feel the natural warmth one was born to give.
Yet such a statement didn’t satisfy what Himmel was feeling right now. The “warmth” as he described was not present. He glimpsed at the empty bed for a while, allowing his brain to search for clues where his sister went.
Turning his head, he noticed the door of the room was left open; a faint light peeking through the gaps which caused him to fully awake.
As he followed past down to where the source of light was coming from out of curiosity, his legs had led him to the kitchen. Peeking his head in to see if you were there, what he saw had Himmel immediately grinding to a halt just outside the partially-opened door. His lips parted open but no words came out, too stunned to react.
He hadn’t meant to see it, but now that he was there, he couldn’t pull himself away. He was just frozen in place as he watched the scene before him with shock and displeasure clearly written across his face. Himmel was rooted from where he stood. Half hiding behind the door, unable to help himself stare at the pair together.
You are truly the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and the look of pure satisfaction on your face only amplified that. It would have been so much better, however, if the reason for you looking so blissful wasn’t his twin.
Venti was rather… a ruttish and debauchee man, but Himmel didn’t think he’d also harbor such sexual and far-from-familial feelings for you. His face contorted to bitterness, yet his face flushed when he watched his younger twin thrust into you, your little gasps and moans made him tingle in ways he wasn’t entirely sure of.
Heaviness flooded him, making his stomach flip when he came to terms with what was happening. He didn’t like what his head came up with as an answer.
He doesn’t even know what to call it, but it was undeniably uncomfortable. Himmel watched Venti disconnect his lips from yours, a trail of saliva glistening under the light from your lips before it collapsed when the younger twin licked his rim.
You seem to be still catching your breath, unable to respond to him when Venti whispered in your ears for a brief period of time. Finally, he let out a deep breath and adjusted your seat to a much more comfortable and accessible position. He guided your shaking arms to drape over his shoulders and positioned himself between your spread-out legs.
Himmel moved his head out of the doorway, not wanting to be seen. He pressed his head against the wall and breathed deeply for a minute. He knows very well he should leave. It’s inappropriate to spy on his siblings like this, and Venti obviously waited for the moment and the right time to fuck you and made sure he wasn’t present as a payback.
As he looked back up, wanting to see his sister’s burning face one more time, it was not your alluring eyes that he met, but Venti’s.
His heart came to a halt at the sharp glare he received. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up in fear and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped. Why did it have to be him?
It was a piercing, almost cold but distant glare in a way it could cut him. Though it quickly vanished when Venti heard you whimper his name, pleading for him to take you. Your brother hushed you as his hands glided up your body and softly squeezed your chest, making you gasp and moan at the same time.
Your back arched off the table, allowing Himmel to see a quick glance at your bare breasts which hopelessly caused his shorts to tighten.
A blush spread from the top of his face all the way down to his aching dick when your beautiful songs of satisfaction reached his ears.
“Ah~ Venti,” you moaned, your hands going over his that was settled on your supple breast. “Hah-harder,” you begged with your legs wrapped around your brother’s slim waist.
While Venti was aware of the fact Himmel caught them and even had the audacity to watch, it didn’t let him stop what he had been always craving for so many months and he won’t let him interfere now that he finally has you.
He had no problem just doing what his precious little sister wanted and begged him for.
“H-hah… you’re so cute when you beg and cry for it. Hmm… My very good little sister. I’ll fuck you just like you want it, just like you deserve.”
Clinging to him to bring yourself closer to him, you moaned on his shoulder as his pace picked up. He was thrusting into you wildly like an animal in heat, your name slipped from his lips as his arms tightened around you. He loves you, he loves the feeling of your cunt that’s tight around his cock as he hammered against you intensely. His body that now banged against you on the table produced noises of wet slapping noises from your sweating bodies.
Pleads for more deepness and intensity mixed with sobs about how much it hurts— clearly showing you need more of him— was made to a beautiful face that was returned with chants of praises.
“Keep begging like that, angel. I’m not going to stop, not when you’re taking me so well.”
He fucked into you hard causing the room the echo with the slap of the skin filling the air with your breathy noises. Still behind the door, Himmel felt a tingling sensation running to his spine, his own breath ragged as his free hand came up to his mouth. He didn’t want you to hear him nor get caught that he was watching.
When you reached up to caress Venti’s chest, your fingers clutched on his shirt helplessly.
“Please… I’m so close, Vennie. S-so close.” You mumbled trying to pull him down to a desperate and sloppy kiss.
Himmel broke the eye contact. If only it was him who could kiss you and claim your lips with his own. If only it was him that was pounding your clenched young pussy. If only it was him that was holding you close until your climax.
Your eyes rolled, unable to focus on anything else but Venti’s swollen throbbing cock fucking you senseless. Legs trembling, feeling the same pressure from before the build-up, feeling utterly full of nothing but cock, the dam breaks in the sharpest of explosions.
Your whole body was shaking against him, legs flexing and throbbing as they tightened around his waist. Your nails dug hard enough that small streaks of red carved on his skin. Your jaw tightened as a guttural wail ripped from your throat while your cunt clamped down around Venti’s dick, feeling every curve, every vein, the small change in his angle as he fucks harder against you making your back arch. His lips are on your neck, growling loud and grunting with every thrust.
“That’s it, princess. Just let it go. I’m right here. Give it all to me. I want you to soak this table. To lose yourself in pleasure on my cock. Let go and scream for me. Say that you love me. Say that I’m your favorite brother.”
He cooed as he continued to move his hips deeper in a back and forth motion while nibbling your ears.
And you wailed, the pleasure still coming as he pounded into your sore pussy. Venti’s hands slid down to your hips to keep you steady as he fucked into you harder causing the kiss to break because neither of you could keep up with it, too caught up in the rest.
Himmel watched your breasts bounce each time his twin pounded back inside you deeply, his mouth flooding at the thought of feeling his little sister’s exquisitely tight walls. It was truly aching below and it’s difficult to hold his arousal anymore despite being so envious and queasy of what was happening before him.
He moved a hand to his stomach to calm down the boiling bile that was about to rise. Watching them together now, it’s hard to deny that you seem to enjoy Venti much more than you ever did him. Really, how could Himmel want to keep you from having as much pleasure as you could wish for? His balls ached and his cock twitched and strained against the fabric encasing it, desperate to feel your warm folds, to hold you as your body rocked beneath him, to feel your breath against his cheek as you shiver through your climax.
His palm moved to the front of his shorts, watching his twin fucked his sibling’s creamy slit before pulling down the garment and let his cock free from its confinements to give a firm squeeze to the base and relieve the pressure.
Himmel hates it that he’s doing this, yet at the same time, he loves that he can listen to your sharp gasps and moans from the other side of the wall. All three lost themselves to their own pleasure, the room filled with obscene noises coming from the squelching sounds of your pussy together with Venti’s panting breaths.
“I love you!! I love you so much Vennie~!” The ecstasy flowing through your veins, every touch burning. Oh, how Venti's cock abused your insides as your body shook and shuddered, completely overpowered by his intensity.
“Hmm… ahh, fuuuck. So cute, you’re so fucking cute being a mess for me. I love you too, angel. I love you so much.”
Venti kissed your cheek. Sighing, grunting, growling, praising your body with every hammering thrust. His hips drilled faster as it stuttered. Your fucked out body almost completely limped in his arms, save for yours that’s still tightly clasped around his shoulders, scratching. Never did you think anything could be as blissful as Venti.
He let loose a guttural groan, cursing and murmuring words of praises against your hot skin while you bit down on his shoulders to quiet yourself. As he tipped over the edge, his palms slammed onto the table to stable himself, caging you between him and the dinner table.
He leaned in until your back was fully pressed against the cold surface, burying his cock as deep as possible while you came on him. Your arms went limp, one fell to your side whereas the other was still on his shoulder, followed by your exhausted frame that went tense as you threw your head back and whimpered for your brother.
Venti chased his own release. His thrusts became hard. His hands gripping your body so tight bruises will surely form on it. His breathing was ragged and rasped in-between moans of your names and whispering how good your pussy feels so stretched around his cock.
He peered over your shoulder, faintly catching a glimpse of his twin’s back behind the door quivering. A tired triumphant smirk formed on his lips and he pulled you close to him as he orgasmed.
He followed for a moment after a few deep thrusts and quickly pulled out to spurt out his seeds onto your stomach. He shuddered at such erotic sight, finally losing his grip on your form after shooting loads and loads of his hot white sex fluids right down your stomach and thighs.
Himmel had been so caught up in watching your face contorted in pure pleasure, he didn’t even notice he had already come. His clouded vision gazed at his own hands that were dressed with his release, shuddering at the messy sight when strings of sticky cum were attached to some of his fingers.
His attention went back to you when he heard your shy muffled gasp. Your face burned hot, heat rising all over your system when Venti smeared his own cum to your body— spreading them all over your tummy and to your legs before covering your stiff, rosy nipples with it to suck and lick on his most favorite body part of his dearest sister.
He looked up to you until your eyes locked with his emerald ones to make sure he hadn’t done anything you didn’t want. The only response he got was a meek nod from you which he knows very well you’re still embarrassed by what he had just done.
He trailed soft kisses between your chest to assure you before moving on the side to revel in the perfect round and supple breasts you have that developed over the years. His tongue darted out to offer small kitten licks on your soft tits. It began slowly and leisurely before he took your nipples inside his mouth and lapped and sucked it repeatedly.
The hand that moved to your other breast to circle and fiddle your areola made you release a high-pitched gasp. The initial warmth caused your toes to curl and arched yourself towards him. You drape your arms over your face to hide your blushing and warm face to your brother— from shame or pleasure, you couldn’t be sure.
Sensing Venti was shifting in his place, the sounds of clothes rustling reached your ears and shivers of excitement and arousal ran through your core when you felt his hot skin brushed against your own naked body.
Venti continued what he had left off. His sensual lips attacked your exposed neck with love bites and kisses and you squirmed from the painful sensation with how many times he had been already assaulting your poor skin. It was obvious by how it was covered with dark reds and bite marks.
That didn’t really stop him, but he just has to be careful with you.
Once he’s done, he looked down at you in pure awe and admiration. Your face was still blushing, you were trying to catch your breath amid your disoriented state in an attempt to calm yourself. Words were hard and in demand at the moment but at the same time, you don’t know what to say.
You shut your eyes, having no clue what to do. You were panting so heavily, and your fingers that were locked with his tightened. Not to mention the drool slipping from the corner of your lips.
Venti wanted so badly that look of need you have. He wants to see how good he's making you feel through your facial expressions by using every single part of his body to reach the highest peak you'll ever have.
He moved his hand between your legs and worked two fingers on your clit. Of course, you jolted from your haze. It wasn’t until he motioned his fingers in a scissor-like movement.
You grabbed his hand and squeezed your legs together and shook your head.
“P-please don’t… I’m still sensitive down there…”
That didn’t stop him. He still pushed his fingers inside that caused you to squirm and stiffen up. Venti petted you, kissing your jaw in hopes of letting you loosen up. He mainly moved his fingers around your entrance, and if he remembers it correctly, you love being touched in a certain area…
All of a sudden, an unrestrained moan was unleashed.
Such wonderful music coming from his muse.
You moved your hands away from his arm to cover your mouth but he didn’t let that happen. He kissed you again and gently played with that soft spot. As for you, it was difficult to hold back your moans not when your brother is making you feel so good with his fingers.
During all the teasing, the familiar built-up sensation was rooted in your stomach, ever so expanding. You were hoping to hold it in for a little longer, alas… you squirted onto his hand in an instant when he flicked his fingers to your most sensitive area.
Good. It takes less effort to make her cum.
Your body was already ablaze and your nerve endings kept on singing. Your entire physique trembled and you tried to keep your eyes open but your brother took advantage of your vulnerable state to open your legs wide and rub his length against your swollen folds.
Though he’s slim and not athletic, it’s hard to believe your brother has lots of stamina when it comes to sex. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, Venti still wanted to have another round. You’ve already lost count of how many times you’ve already climaxed but as for him, he only came twice or thrice throughout the entire intercourse.
Venti doesn’t really mind if you come so easily, in fact, he loves it so much that you’re so sensitive and easy to please. He always wanted you to cum on his face, drink your fluids, and perhaps even have the honor to gush his seeds inside you.
At some point, Himmel has been already lost in the haze of his multiple orgasms. Once you climax, he’ll follow through. He badly wanted to steal you from Venti’s hold and keep you to himself but he stayed in his place, imagining he was in his twin’s position in that situation of late-night fucking his sibling.
But the more he stays, the higher the chances are you’ll catch him. Venti had already caught him so many times and he’s unfazed by such discovery. He began to worry about being found out, so he turned away and slowly walked down the hall to his own room filled with remorse and antipathy of the recent events that unfolded.
You glanced up at Venti with watery eyes and he brought up a hand to wipe away the stray tear. You were too worn out to think properly. The addiction, lust, and strong fervor for him were too much. It was gaining control of your entire system as if you’re completely under the spell of every touch he does on you.
Holding his dearest little sister and making you his, even if only in this way, was intoxicating. It was memory-wiping for just those few moments. The younger twin cherished the silence in his mind and the feel of you still clinging to him who was panting and breathing audibly.
“Breath, baby, breath. Easy, easy, shhh.” After the last release—shaking all over with effort which made it hard to remain upright— a heated gradually calming chest collapsed against him in an explosive limbo as a hand transformed from rough into gentle caresses of your messy locks.
His cushion lips placed an appreciating kiss on your temple, an action that is quite a contrast with the claiming biting, while every last drop of his thick undoubtedly unclear fluid is attempted to be absorbed regardless of the soreness.
“That’s it, princess. Shh… good girl, you did so well. Big brother is so proud of you.”
Both breathing hard against each other and clinging to each other, Venti pressed his cheek against yours as well as inhaling deeply to take in your scent. It feels so good to have you in his arms, shaking as the aftershocks of his cock’s abuse and your orgasm wrecked your helpless body.
At this point, he was getting carried away with how many rounds you’ve already submitted to. And his dick was throbbing and twitching between your legs when he smelled your arousal was mixing with his.
“M-more… please, Ven. J-just make me cum once more. You can cum inside me as much as you want. Fill my holes with your thick seeds. I miss you so much…” You began to rut down into his hand, using your body to beg for more and search for a constant delicious friction. You don’t know why you’re asking him for another round of fucking yet you didn’t retort yourself for saying such things.
You can feel your fluids trailing down your legs and pooling over the kitchen floor the more you think of your own brother breeding you. Though Venti is your brother and that would cross the line entirely of having you carry his children, you already don’t care about anyone’s opinions of you loving your relative.
Venti watched as your eyes filled with tears once again and you begged for him for the privilege to cum once more. You stopped turning away and seeing you so eager and hungry made his dick twitch just the thought of it.
Fuck, he thought, staring at you as you babbled pleas out at him and cupping his cheeks in an attempt to show how earnest you are.
She’s so fucking beautiful if she keeps on begging.
He grabbed your arms and had you tangled them over his shoulder before guiding your sweat-and-cum-covered body to wrap your legs around him when he grabbed both of your thighs to hoist up for a better angle. Out of nowhere, he shoved a knee between your dripping cunt. You swore for a second you felt an overwhelming pressure come from him enough to knock the wind out of you, but you were too lost from the skin-to-skin contact as you weakly tried to grind against his leg with desperate bucks of your hips.
You shivered and gasped at the sensation, biting down on his shoulders at the sparks of pleasure running through you. “Venven, please—“
He groaned, shifting his knee to rub against you. “You really like calling me that, don’t you princess? Always crying that whenever you become so needy for me to the point you’re being spoiled rotten by the one and only.”
He rested his forehead on yours, his hot breath fanning across your face it’s almost torturous to see him delay this fucking session further. “And I appreciate that about you.”
He’s clouding your judgment and all your head could think of was how good he feels between your throbbing thighs. A smirk painted across his face when you whimpered.
He gripped your waist with a single hand whilst the other free hand ghosted over your sides, thumb gently running over your nipples. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop— we’ve been going at it for who knows how long now and you still need to get your beauty sleep.” He pushed his knee up again, making you gasp.
“But I know you want this. I can feel how much you want this. I want to hear it from you, sweetheart.”
Goosebumps broke out on your skin when he ground against you just right. You tried your best to pry your eyes open and not give in to the temptation of sleepiness so when he started kissing your neck, you moaned and begged for him.
“Yes.” You nodded hastily. “I want Venven. I need Venven deep inside me.”
His smile widened in the slightest, rubbing a thumb over your lips and slipping it slightly into your mouth. “That’s my girl. Come on my thigh, I want you to get yourself off on me.”
The thought of yet another orgasm made your mouth dry and your head spin, but the longing between your thighs implored your move before your brain could process it.
The lust in his eyes and the dark swirls within those beautiful emerald optics were enough to tell you he’s not over with you yet. Venti took a nearby chair and settled himself on it before he gripped your hip and pulled you down on his thigh harder to assist you to rub against him.
Your arms were still around his shoulders and you’re too worn out entirely to move. All you could do was chase the feeling of release while he moaned and whispered flatteries into your ear.
“My baby sister’s always a tempestuous one, and dirtier and much impure than I gave you credit for. I never taught you this kind of thing nor have I taught you to say such vulgar words. Making love with your favorite brother while uncle is away? I knew I wanted to feel my mouth inside of you and have my seeds fill your sweet pussy the minute I saw you wearing a skimpy thin shirt without any bra earlier.”
His words pooled heat in the pit of your stomach faster than most things, his sultry voice charging you.
His hand moved to grab at your pert and perfect breasts and rolled your buds between his fingers. He occasionally squeezed them or fondled them a bit roughly before he lifted your body a little so he could bury his face between your chest and suck your pretty nipples.
His own breathing became labored with your strangled moans and whispers, and he placed a hand on the nape of your neck to pull you close so he can listen to your wanton moans of how good he’s making you feel.
“Any other day, I’d want to hear all the pretty little noises I know your mouth makes. But not tonight, love. Can you be quiet for me?”
You whimpered onto his shoulder, an orgasm fast approaching with the lack of airflow. You nodded furiously as your skin prickled and your eyes rolled back. Your hips were unrelenting now, and your own wetness and his flexing thigh were made for a deliciously sinful combination.
“Mhn… I promise you [Name] I’m gonna make you moan my name loudly once we’re alone in the house. Maybe I’ll even reserve a hotel room for just the two of us so you can moan as loud as you can as I fuck you good.”
His words of promises caused you to work desperately to bring yourself to the edge, clutching his shoulders tightly as you grind your sex against his naked thigh.
His eyes lit up at the change of your pace and the desperation obviously shown through your grinding. “Oh, you like that, huh? My pretty little sister likes being pounded by her brother if it’s just us.” He marveled at you, staring at you with longing and desire.
You tried to get his attention but he lathered his tongue against the bite mark plastered on your chest and you swear his teeth weren't that sharp before. “Oh, I can feel you soaking greatly on my thigh, I bet if I just…” He angled his knee to rub against you just enough to expose your pussy until your vision goes white.
The scent of his shampoo and the danger of the situation made you tense against him as pleasure splintered up your spine and made you throbbed. Your back arched greatly, and when Venti felt you getting near to your nth orgasm, he latched his lips over yours and let shockwaves washed over you in a muffled scream.
Your other arm reached to keep a stubborn hold on his short locks that you now have wrapped around your hand. Kissing him back with just as much fire as he was beginning to fuck you with, you bit on his lip that caused an unexpected growl to come from him. It sent a pleasurable thrill through you making you wrap your legs around him that he assisted you in doing when he grabbed both of your thighs to look for a better angle.
Once he’s got a good taste of you, he broke the kiss in a hitch and tossed his head back, letting out a shaky sigh. “Hmn…ahh, you’re so beautiful, you’re doing a great job, princess,” he mumbled.
Your heart swells, silently cheering to yourself when his eyes slide shut at the pleasurable sensation. This time, you pressed your hips directly against his, and you can feel all of him rock-hard against your pelvis. One hand reached up to play with his unbraided hair, and when he opened his eyes again, his blue-green gaze was practically feral.
He reached for you and removed the locks sticking on your sweating face and assisted you in humping close to his dick by holding your hips and moving you in an upward and downward motion to his crotch.
“You know, when I said about reserving a room that means big brother has the entire night to make you forget your own name if we do that. That means I can make you cum over and over and over again until you’re a desperate, needy mess for me- I can cum inside you if that’s what you also wish for, and do it all over again until the morning.”
His words sent jolts of pleasure down to your cunt, already sensitive and throbbing from overstimulation. He grabbed you and pulled you forward, making you lean onto him as he indulged himself with the suppleness of your breasts against his face despite the sweat and cum that covered your body.
He let out a string of expletives, twitching inside of you.
“Mhm, you’re pussy’s still dripping wet for me. I did that to you?”
“Hmm… Venven made me cum— hah~ so many times t-today.” You moaned in agreement, your lashes fluttering with your hot breath fanning his already burning skin.
You can feel the effect the name has on him, a fullness you can feel in your stomach. Almost like on instinct, his hand trailed down. His fingers were pushing against where you can feel him at his deepest as he began to thrust shallowly.
The idea of your pussy being so stretched that caused by him made your brother squeeze your sides tight enough to leave marks and clench your gushy walls around his shaft.
You gasped at the motion, but when he prepared to slam in and out of you roughly—withdrawing almost completely and burying himself back inside you— your hands hastily reached over the table to grip on.
The way he had you angled made him rub against you deeper than anyone has, maybe one that could even compete with Himmel’s. His thrusts were punishing and deep, taking your breath away in a hitch.
Rivers of your wetness flowed down your thighs and onto his own. He gritted his teeth to calm himself at the sight of your blissful fucked out face: your whole appearance painted with warm red as blood kept rushing up to your cheeks every thrust he takes and your sweating body grazing against his own as the table inched forward every time he slammed into you.
“V-Vennie— Hah~!! S-so good… Vennie feels so big inside me hng~!”
You could hear him exhaling roughly when you pressed your front to his chest. He was trying his damndest to control himself and his breathing, yet the thought of his cum dripping out between your slim thighs and your folds made him so hard, animalistic, and wild.
His cock throbbed painfully now, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside you so deeply despite the fact you’re already taking him wholly.
The noises he made are subdued, but carnal. The squelching sound of your combined cum echoed within the room together with the slapping sounds of your sweating body. You fear all these noises will wake Himmel up but every single time Venti roughly slammed your hips down to his cock, it slipped from your mind and let your focus be on him and his dick that’s deeply buried inside of you.
You can feel yourself throbbed around him, the wet noises of your pussy louder now as he thrust into you.
“M-more… I need more of you Venti. Please please give it all to me—!”
The way your breasts bounced in front of him and your fingers digging on his skin turned him on so much he couldn’t think properly. But one thing he noticed was you’re more vocal than before which was a good sign you’re on the same page as him.
Your brother looks so pretty like this as he lunged himself forward and covered his face against your neck, deeply sighing with pleasure. His mouth moved down to your breast now, never getting tired or bored of tasting you and your tits.
You’ll remember to be embarrassed later, about how shamelessly you chased the friction, how you arched against his hand and bit your lip to stifle the noises you had made. Venti only grinned again albeit tiredly, rubbing more insistently at you as his other hand found the area where your toes and fingers curled. Good thing you already removed the dishes on the table or else everything would be knocked over with how Venti was getting rougher with you.
“Hm-ah~ your cock feels so good inside me, Vennie. Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop. Let me cum, please. Make me cum please please.”
“Hah… you really sound desperate. I can’t let my baby sister— hng… hanging on for too long if she so… badly wants to cum.” He said in between his breaths as each ragged pants came from him when he pounded against you, the chair and table screeching loudly on the floor and he already lost care if his twin was still watching him fuck you senselessly.
At least he’s reminding him he already won claiming you.
Amidst your clouded mind and hazy state, you didn’t expect him to immediately raise your hips and pull yourself down on top of him.
“Wait—” you gasped as soon as you’ve taken the tip in, his fingers tensing around your waist to hold you there because there’s no way you’ll last any longer.
Your big brother was in a frenzied state for a moment. He doesn’t understand— can’t understand—what’s going through his mind right now, but you slowly moved your fingers from his shoulder to his grip around your waist, and you silently undid the grip he has around your figure in favor of intertwining your fingers with his.
As soon as his hands were off your waist, you continued sliding down on his cock, taking the full length of it on your own even though you’re squeezing and clenching and shuddering and gasping the whole time.
It feels like an eternity before you’re completely pressed down, the two of you intimately connected with nothing separating you.
“Vennie,” you whispered, gyrating your hips lightly to force your body to relax. “Vennie. Vennie. Vennie,”
You couldn’t help but vocalize the pleasure you felt— letting out tiny gasps every time he moved you in a way he knew you liked.
Your cries of his name, the intimacy between you two, and the passionate love mixed with lust floating across the room made him begin to move you up and down faster and faster until you were once again bouncing on top of his lap. Within a couple of thrusts, you found yourself burying your face in his neck once more with fluttering eyes and a mouth forced open in an almost permanent moan. You could feel the pressure start to build up again. You were starting to get close to climaxing for the umpteenth time, but there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing but grip onto his arms with desperate hands and attempt to keep your voice down.
It’s not long before you’re sobbing once more, but Venti is confident that this time, your tears are of happiness. Of pleasure. Of joy and adoration and love, because there’s no way that he will be leaving you any time soon and you’ll get to experience this whenever you want.
“I’m close—” he grunted, loving that you feel infinitely better than his own fist ever could, loving that you’re nearing your own orgasm and it’s making you clench down harder on his cock. Loving and obsessively getting addicted that your cunt is so tight around him that he has fucked you through five orgasms before cumming the way he usually does.
“Where do you want my cum, precious?” He asked, feeling you flutter around him.
“Inside,” you pleaded, mumbling into his ear. “Vennie, please, please, please— do it inside. I want you—I need you—”
No doubt it would be a lovely sight to have your brother filling you up. His grunts were low and husky, yet almost as delicious as the way he used this as an opportunity to fuck you faster.
To fuck you deeper.
To fuck you harder.
Ah, he feels so utterly grateful for you. Just the idea of impregnating you is enough for him to increase his pace further. Seeing the exact moment he creams in between these lovely fleshy thighs of yours. The exact moment he gets to make you a mommy.
He faintly hears you crying as you're getting close to release. The way you’re slurring a sloppy moan, scratching his back gratingly with your fingers at all his hushed words had your sibling groaning in satisfaction.
“I love you, [Name].”
He wanted kids. He wanted to fuck some into you. Any chance he got.
“I love you."
He murmured just loud enough to hear over your wanton moans and whimpers. “Let’s come together okay?”
“Y-yes… Hmm~!! Vennie p-please hah—,” You’re chanting now because your mind is gone and his dick is all you know. You’re so close, it’s unbearable. You want everything he can give you. And you want it now. You want to come, so, so badly, and only he can make that happen. Crying out in bliss while your walls tightened around him, he saw you in the thralls of your upcoming release and he took both of his hands to grip your hips hard and begin pistoning you with reckless abandon. Breathy grunts escaped from him, his hands digging into your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises and the slap of his thrusts drowning out your whines of overstimulation.
“Cum for me, baby.” He growled and you swore you can’t see anything besides lust in those dark emerald eyes of his.
“Let big brother make you pregnant.”
With that, a coil snapped in your stomach and within seconds you’re being fucked through one of the hottest orgasms you’ve had in a while. It takes all you have to not scream out in pleasure and oversensitivity as you felt his dick twitched inside of you before shooting round after round of his hot seeds into you.
His seed was pumping deep into his little sister. Marking your pussy till it flowed down your thighs. Your body could only let out a weak whimper as he kept your messy, overstuffed, and creamy little hole plugged up with his dick.
You’re both panting, breathless messes, and in a moment he leaned in and took a pull of your lower lip with his own. The feeling had your eyes rolling and almost closing as your sibling had very thoroughly fucked you senseless. Despite being exhausted from those multiple orgasms and filled with overstimulation, you still sunk into the kiss. His lips were soft but firm, his tongue meshing with yours as he deepened it.
You pulled away breathless like he just kissed the air from your lungs, but his eyes remained closed in bliss. Although your entire body throbbed and you were not entirely sure what happened halfway through that, you leaned onto him and nuzzled yourself close to his warm body.
It feels so odd. It felt like your soul left your body. Almost similar to a dream space… It’s hard to function your brain properly, you're completely unable to speak, and your vision won’t even assist you to take in what just happened.
It was the same for Venti— a condition where he felt he’s in a dream right now but he’s fully aware this is reality and this is indeed his sister sitting on his lap all drained out.
He had dreamt you were laying on the bed, looking up at him as he fucked you. You could feel it every time he deposited a huge load of sperm in your fertile womb. You could feel his semen swimming for your eggs, and the blinding spark when you were fertilized. But it didn’t stop there. He kept fucking you, and cumming in you, keeping you in a near-constant orgasm as the breeding continued. Your stomach would bulge with the amount of cum Venti was pumping into you.
And that dream had finally turned into a reality.