chapter 5
Amelia always believed her brother, Ethan, was the best brother in the world. He always had been.
Until the day she barged into his room.
Ethan was handsome and well-built, something Amelia had noticed after she hit puberty. She loved going out with him, basking in the envious glances from others. Ethan was her perfect brother, her exclusive possession.
She was accustomed to his back, his embrace, his lap—these were her territories. She was "Ethan's sister," a title that meant they were each other's most intimate, inseparable existence.
Ethan was too outstanding, seemingly born for all things bright and virtuous. So, Amelia never imagined he could...
Until she pushed open his door and saw the scene—
Ethan was reclined against the headboard, his robe open. One hand was wrapped around a thick, reddened erection she could never have dreamed of, stroking up and down. The other hand held a familiar piece of pink fabric to his nose, inhaling its scent.
The image was too shocking. As she realized what it was, the door clicked shut behind her. She tried to flee but found herself immobilized—held by Ethan's Evol.
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate.
"My good little sister," Ethan's low voice came from behind as a large hand ruffled her hair. "I told you not to come into my room so casually."
Every instinct screamed danger. "S-sorry, Ethan. I'm leaving now." She reached for the door, but a large hand pressed it shut.
"It's so late. You must need something from me." Before she could react, his hand shot out, gripping her chin and forcing her head back. Moonlight outlined his tall frame but left his face in shadow, except for those now-perilous violet eyes.
"Liar."
Amelia trembled in fear. This Ethan was no longer the familiar, comforting brother.
Noticing her terror, Ethan suddenly released her. The gentle, doting smile returned to his profile. "Come here." He led her to the bed, settled her onto his lap, and buried his face in her shoulder. His hot breath fanned across her neck.
"Ethan..."
"I'm here, good girl." He kissed her neck, used his Evol to slip her nightgown down, and a hand cupped her breast. "Let brother check how you're developing here." He kneaded gently, his fingers occasionally brushing the peak.
"Mmmph... Ethan, don't..." Amelia struggled, only to be immediately subdued by his power. Something hot and rigid pressed against the small of her back, the heat searing through the fabric.
"Ethan, stop... Mmm—" He captured her mouth in a kiss, his tongue invading, stealing her breath and reason. It was her first kiss, delivered under this semi-coercion. He was skilled, quickly drowning her in a dizzying lack of air.
He laid her back on the bed, her gown open. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, the lewd, wet sounds filling the room. Her inexperienced body couldn't withstand such teasing. Bolts of electricity shot through her, awakening a primal urge. She couldn't help but arch into him, a moan escaping.
Her reaction pleased him. He parted her legs, easily pulling her pajama pants down. Her panties were already damp. He chuckled darkly and lowered his mouth.
Even through the soaked fabric, the sensation was overwhelming. Amelia writhed, sweet, helpless sounds spilling from her lips. A fold of her nightgown was pressed against her mouth by his Evol.
"You sound so lovely, sister... but hold it in for me, alright?" His tone was gentle, the restraint absolute.
Amelia bit the fabric, only to gasp as teeth grazed her core through the cloth. Ethan gripped her thighs, holding her in place, his tongue laving and flicking against the wet cotton. Pleasure crested, and she convulsed, climax crashing over her.
Then—a sound from the hallway. Grandma was up. A flash of panic crossed Ethan's eyes. He swiftly covered Amelia's mouth. The faint, musky scent hung in the air. His larger body pinned her, his violet eyes locked on hers in the dimness, swirling with unreadable emotions.
Only when the sounds from the hall faded did he remove his hand.
Amelia was still coming down, tears glistening. Feeling that scorching hardness against her thigh, she shook her head frantically. "Ethan, no, not that..."
He licked her tears away. "Don't be afraid, baby. I won't go inside."
He brought her legs together, sliding his erection between her thighs, grinding against the soaked panties. "Good girl, help your brother. Squeeze tight."
Amelia obeyed. Ethan began moving, each thrust grinding heavily against her sensitive center. The slick, wet sounds of friction soon filled the room, mixing his pre-cum with her arousal. The hard head of him rubbed her to the point of weakness, her lower belly clenching with every impact.
Sweat traced the lines of Ethan's defined muscles. Amelia's hand rose unbidden to his chest. Misunderstanding, Ethan caught her hand, kissing her fingertips. "Bear with it a little longer, sister. Brother will finish soon."
His movements grew more frantic. Pleasure coiled tight, and Amelia couldn't help but hook her legs around his waist.
With that, the head of him, slick and demanding, pressed past the soaked fabric, breaching her entrance shallowly.
"Don't bite yourself." Ethan freed the hand she'd been gnawing on, and she bit down on his instead. He let her, his breath coming in low, ragged gasps that were unbearably sensual. His hips pistoned harder, driving that scrap of wet cloth deeper into her soft heat with every stroke.
On the final thrust, Amelia was certain he would tear through the fabric and claim her. But he didn't. At the last moment, he pulled back, spending himself across her belly and panties with a low groan.
When it was over, Amelia collapsed, exhausted into unconsciousness. In her haze, she felt the sticky mess on her skin turn clean and dry. She sighed, nestling into the darkness.
Contents
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 1）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 2）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 3）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 4）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 6）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 7）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter8）
