What If My Brother Is Too Perfect? chapter 4
Carrying bags of all sizes back home, Amelia shut the door and returned to the familiar environment. She immediately turned and threw herself into Ethan’s arms. He caught her, dropping everything in his hands with a clatter all over the floor.
Amelia didn’t care about any of that. She eagerly kissed Ethan, her hands slipping under his clothes to feel his muscles.
“…Wait…” Ethan turned his face away, but she immediately turned it back. He could only mumble between her stormy kisses, “…Let’s eat first…”
“I want you first.” Amelia grabbed Ethan’s clothes with both hands and pulled his shirt off, her hands stroking the back that felt much broader and more solid than she remembered.
Ethan let out a few rough breaths, then gripped her waist and lifted her up. Amelia hooked her legs around his waist as he kissed her and carried her toward the bedroom.
He didn’t go to her bedroom but to his own. His quilt was already in her room, leaving his bed bare with only a few pillows. He fell onto the bed with her in his arms, using his evol to swiftly remove her clothes. Amelia also reached up to undo his belt. The belt was stylish but quite complicated. Before, she had only ever tugged at his sleep pants or, at most, the elastic waistband of his sweatpants.
Seeing her frown in confusion, Ethan smiled. He took her hand, hooked his long finger, and easily unfastened the belt buckle. Guiding her hand, he pulled the belt free, then brought her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss.
Her slight embarrassment was quickly soothed.
Ethan kissed her with a reverent tenderness, pressing his lips to each of her fingers one by one. Then, he kissed her forehead, eyes, nose tip, corners of her mouth, chin, neck, collarbone… He trailed downward. Amelia was stunned by his solemn, seemingly non-sexual kisses, staring blankly as he kissed his way down to her lower abdomen. There he paused, opened his mouth, and sucked hard on the skin, leaving a firm kiss and a red mark.
He lifted his eyes and saw Amelia staring at him without blinking. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he buried his face between her legs. Only then did Amelia seem to react, quickly closing her eyes and lying back on the bed. It was too embarrassing to watch this directly.
His hot breath fanned over the roots of her thighs, his tongue licking over the clitoris at her front.
Amelia soon flushed all over. She could feel her lower body growing increasingly wet—not just from Ethan’s licking and saliva, but also from her own aroused fluids.
Yet Amelia sensed a certain unfamiliarity in Ethan. For her, their last time together was only days ago. Back then, he was skilled, bringing her to climax with a few expert moves, then continuing to stretch her little hole during the spasms of her orgasm. Today he was so slow. Though it still felt good, she was used to the previous pace and was anxious to reach the peak.
“Brother, use your hand.”
Ethan didn’t lift his head, but Amelia soon felt his fingertip break past the entrance. Her waist instantly went limp.
Amelia loved Ethan’s fingers. They were long, with prominent knuckles, always able to reach the deepest places, pressing right where she felt best.
The calluses on his fingertips brushed against her sensitive inner walls, making her involuntarily tense up. The calluses on Ethan’s hands had thickened considerably. He quickly found her sweet spot, coordinating his lips, tongue, and fingers to soon bring her to climax. Amelia lay sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily, feeling him add another finger.
It felt a bit stretched. Amelia frowned uncomfortably. It seemed the unfamiliarity wasn’t just on his side. Had it really been so long since they last did this? Was it because they lived apart and rarely saw each other? She stared blankly at the ceiling.
Actually, Amelia had always longed to grow up. Just before sleeping, she had been upset about Ethan leaving for New York City for university, thinking it was too far from home and they wouldn’t see each other for long periods. For someone used to being together every day, that was too hard to accept. Especially since last year, after Ethan’s birthday, she had spent the whole year using the pretext of helping her brother relieve exam stress to stick to him every day. After things got heated, they naturally ended up in bed together. Young bodies seeking pleasure—their bodies knew each other intimately. The thought of being apart for so long was agonizing.
But deep down, Amelia knew Ethan wasn’t wrong. Him going to the Aerospace Institute wasn’t wrong. The conflict between her wishes and reality made her crave growing up. Once grown up and working, she could choose where to live, choose a job in the same city. Then they could be like during their school days, seeing each other every day when they came home.
But why… why was the reality that even after starting work, they were still so far apart? So infrequently seen that they felt this unfamiliar with each other? What was the point of growing up then? Would they inevitably drift further apart…?
“What’s wrong? Did brother make you uncomfortable?” Ethan leaned in and kissed away her tears. Only then did Amelia realize she had been overthinking, growing sadder until tears of sorrow fell.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Let brother kiss you, okay? Don’t be sad.” Ethan’s voice was hoarse and low, carrying a hint of calmness even now, unlike the vibrant cheerfulness Amelia remembered.
“No…” Amelia wrapped her arms around Ethan’s neck, finally voicing her heart. “…I don’t want… I don’t want to be apart from brother.”
She felt the body under her hands suddenly tense. Ethan took several large, forceful breaths, as if he had lost the ability to breathe on his own—so deliberate that she let go to look at his face.
Ethan turned his face away, avoiding her gaze, quickly adjusting his expression back to the gentle Ethan. But Amelia had caught a fleeting glimpse of something—morbid, pained… ecstatic…
“We won’t be apart anymore. Never, ever again.” Ethan cupped her face, covering it with dense, scattered kisses, solemnly promising. It sounded like he was speaking to her, yet also somehow more than just to her.
Amelia held Ethan, slipping her hand inside the waistband of his unfastened pants. His buttocks felt good too—he exercised evenly, every inch of muscle, and she loved his entire body.
Ethan held her, kissing red marks onto the side of her neck. He still loved marking her, though before he never dared leave marks on exposed skin like her neck. But now, on this fragmented island that belonged solely to Ethan, with only this one house, he dared to be this unrestrained.
Ethan let her touch him freely; Amelia let him kiss her freely. They clung to each other, him grinding against her damp thighs through his underwear. Amelia impatiently stripped away this last barrier. The hot thing sprang out and slapped against her lower abdomen, leaving a winding wet trail.
The heat felt like it set her lower abdomen on fire. She wrapped her hand around the mischievous thing. “Brother, a condom.”
Ethan arched slightly, licking the side of her face. He enveloped her hand holding him with his own, guiding her up and down. His scorching breath spilled by her ear. “Don’t have any at home. Not going inside today.”
None? Amelia frowned, pouting unhappily, then felt saddened by the implication.
“Don’t worry, brother will definitely make you feel good.” Sensing her mood, Ethan laughed softly by her ear, a hint of wickedness in his laughter that made her involuntarily squeeze her legs together.
Ethan propped himself up on his right arm above her head, pressing his body close to hers without crushing her. With his left hand, he guided her fingers up and down the thick, veined shaft of his erection.
His body was really well-trained, his waist and abdomen strong. Even in this position, he could thrust his hips steadily, the hard glans pounding against her lower abdomen again and again, making her whimper and kick her legs.
He must have been feeling incredible too, because the fluid leaking from his pants had turned her lower abdomen into a pool, trickling down her sides with the twitching of her muscles.
“…Brother… Mph… Stop pounding…” Stimulated to trembling all over, her chest felt swollen and itchy. Amelia couldn’t help but arch her chest to rub against Ethan’s.
“It’s red.” Ethan lifted himself slightly, his fingers circling the skin on her abdomen that had been pounded red. “Okay, no more pounding.” Ethan pulled a pillow to cushion her lower back, brought her legs together, and let his penis slide from her abdomen into that dense forest.
“Squeeze tight.” Ethan took one of her breasts into his mouth, suckling the hardened nipple and teasing it with his tongue. The other he pinched between his fingers, deforming it with his nails.
Amelia, feeling incredible, arched her chest toward Ethan, obediently squeezing her legs to let him rub between her thighs. Her clitoris was rubbed back and forth until her legs went numb. She felt surrounded by fire, about to be burned to ashes.
Amelia spread her legs and hooked them around Ethan’s waist. With that thrust, most of his glans pushed into her little hole. Amelia grabbed his shoulders with both hands, stretched her neck, and was pushed to climax by that single thrust. The convulsing flesh tightly clamped around his glans, a gush of fluid drenching him.
Ethan let out a muffled groan. He lifted his hips, forcefully sliding his glans out along her inner walls. The sensitive spots near the entrance and the external clitoris were stimulated in succession. Amelia tensed, wrapping around him even tighter.
“You greedy little thing…” Ethan began shallowly thrusting in and out at her entrance, rubbing… “…Always disobedient when told to squeeze tight… Again…”
Amelia moaned and gasped with mindless, meaningless sounds. The lewd, wet noises muddled both their senses. But there was no need for clarity now; following the most primal impulses was enough.
Her labia were squeezed out of shape, the entrance rubbed red, her clitoris hardened like a pebble from friction. Ethan thrust fiercely a few times, nearly pushing half his shaft into her hole, then pulled out and pressed against her lower abdomen. Scalding semen sprayed all over her stomach, completely covering her navel with milky-white fluid.
Ethan, breathing heavily, draped her legs over his shoulders. His fingers followed the slippery mess of her little hole straight to the depths, his fingertips grinding relentlessly against her cervix. The soft, yielding flesh enveloped his fingers, as if trying to push him out yet also swallow him deeper.
“…Brother… Brother, BROTHER!!!” Amelia cried out desperately, gushing fluid from between his fingers like a broken faucet.
Without truly entering her, he had made her feel incredibly good.
The familiar moves reminded Amelia of their first real encounter.
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 5）
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）
