What If My Brother Is Too Perfect?

                   （chapter ）   6

The next morning, Amelia had to give herself a long pep talk in bed before she could get up. She knew her brother had developed feelings for her, but her own heart wasn't innocent either. She had dreamt of such things more than once, though the dreams were always shrouded in haze, leaving behind only residual physical sensations and no clear memory upon waking.

Yet, the figure in her dreams was always Ethan. Her brother Ethan, who had grown up by her side, caring for her with meticulous attention.

As a teenage girl beginning to fantasize about the opposite sex, her imagination fixated on Ethan from the start. Her brother was simply too good—his personality, his temper, his looks, his physique. At school, girls swarmed around him like bees to a flower; the love letters he received could encircle their city. As his closest family, his most doted-on younger sister, the girl nearest to him, why couldn't she think of him? She felt she was the most qualified of all!

She knew she shouldn't think this way.

Ethan was too perfect, so perfect that she felt such thoughts were a stain on him. He was like a deity sitting high upon an altar, untouched by worldly dust or desire. He was so flawless she sometimes wondered if he was truly a person of this world or merely an immortal's phantom projection.

How could someone so perfect exist?

But last night's Ethan was different.

He was no longer so gentle, so divine. He had become stained with mortal desires, transforming in an instant from a god into someone she could see and touch. He no longer catered to her every wish; instead, he was forceful, even imposing his will. That nighttime Ethan felt more like a real, biological man—frightening yet also something she secretly craved and desired.

This version of Ethan, this side no outsider had ever seen, this sight belonged to her alone! Her brother!! Hers exclusively!!!

Yet, she wondered if daytime Ethan and nighttime Ethan were two different people.

Indeed, Ethan had returned to his usual self—the gentle, affectionate older brother. "What's my silly sister thinking about? Eat up, or you'll be late for school."

Sitting at the breakfast table, Amelia also pretended nothing had happened. The daytime Ethan was still the radiant, flawless Ethan she knew. She respected his choices and thoughts, figuring last night was just a momentary loss of control. He was probably embarrassed too. She decided to treat it as a dream.

But things were ultimately different. She began observing her brother through that new lens. Every second, every image from that night was etched into her mind: the bulge of his muscles when he exercised, the sweat on his neck afterwards, the affectionate violet eyes that so often watched her.

She didn't know how to act. She yearned to be close to him yet also shied away from it. To have such thoughts about her own brother… wasn't that too…

Ethan became even better to her!

That weekend, a small cake from the popular shop on the next street appeared on the table. The shop was famous, selling only a limited quantity daily, requiring early rising and long queues. Ethan must have gotten up very early to buy it.

Amelia cheered, "You're the best, brother!" and happily ate the cake. It was delicious. In the past, she would have saved half for Ethan. With their grandmother having high blood sugar and the family finances being tight, they always shared treats so both could taste the goodness.

But this time, her eyes darted playfully. She forked a large piece and held it out to Ethan, who had been watching her eat. "Brother, you try it too. It's really good."

Ethan looked at the fork she had just used, smiled, and took a bite. "Mmm, it really is delicious."

Amelia was about to use the fork again for herself, but Ethan's intense gaze made her blush, too flustered to move.

"The rest is all yours," she said, putting down the fork and turning to leave, but Ethan grabbed her wrist.

He scooped up a generous amount of cream with the fork. Subconsciously, Amelia opened her mouth and took it, the sweet flavor spreading. Ethan then took a bite himself, before feeding her another. Dazed, they shared the cake bite for bite until the final piece was slipped into her mouth.

As she swallowed, Ethan took the fork from her lips and placed it between his own, before getting up to clean up. "I'll take care of this. Didn't you promise to hang out with your friend? You should get going. Be careful, and call me to pick you up if it gets late."

"Oh, right." Amelia grabbed her bag and left, but she couldn't stop thinking about the tip of the fork peeking from Ethan's lips… the one they had just shared…

"What are you spacing out for?" Ethan's voice pulled her back to the present. A cake sat on the table—larger, more exquisite, and undoubtedly more delicious than the one in her memory.

"It's so big, the two of us could never finish it."
"Then we'll throw away the leftovers. If you want more, I'll buy it again." Ethan ruffled her hair. "My little sister can eat whatever she wants now."

She took a bite. It was indeed the most delicious cake she had ever tasted. Was this the magic of money?

Seeing her eyes light up like a surprised little animal, Ethan smiled and went to the kitchen to bring out the prepared dishes. "Looks like I made this food for nothing. Can't eat anymore, can you?"

"I'll eat it." She swallowed the cake. Even the best cake was still sweet, and too much would be cloying. She remembered the scene of them sharing cake years ago. "Brother, this cake is seriously amazing. Don't you want a taste?"

"Then let me try." Ethan leaned towards her fork, but she pulled it away. He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say I should try it?"

Amelia put the cream in her own mouth, then slowly leaned closer to Ethan.

His eyes darkened as he watched her red lips glistening with white cream. One hand gently cupped her cheek as he accepted her invitation.

The sweet flavor flowed between their lips and tongues, tangling together even after the cream was gone. Ethan was the one to pull back first, his forehead resting against hers, his gaze fixed on her flushed face. "It really is delicious." It was unclear whether he meant the cake or her.

She leaned in for another kiss, but he stopped her. "Let's eat first."
"I'm not hungry, brother. Are you?" One of her hands pressed against his chest, the other on his thigh.

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed. Finally, he scooped her up and strode toward the bedroom.

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, deliberately speaking close to his ear. "We have condoms at home now, right?"
"Yes."
"A shame I can't watch you jump out the window to buy them anymore," she teased, blowing a playful breath on his ear, now turning red. "But this is an independent shattered island. There's no convenience store out there. Not even the great Ship-Commander can use his Evol to jump off the island to go shopping, can he?"

Ethan didn't answer. After putting on a condom, he leaned down to silence her chattering mouth with his own.

"Brother, could you…" Once they were both naked, Amelia stopped Ethan's next move, her voice full of anticipation. "Could you put on your uniform? That official one?"

Ethan gave her a surprised look, but seeing her eager, impatient expression, a slow smile spread across his lips. He got off the bed, walked to the wardrobe, and pulled out the black Ship-Commander uniform. "You like this?"

Amelia nodded, her face red, her gaze so intense it could bore a hole through him. Ethan merely held the garment, then turned back and took out a garter, fastening it around his thigh. He saw her eyes go wide with desire, a hint of smugness curling his lips. "Do you like it?"

Amelia nodded so vigorously it seemed her neck might snap.

"If you want me to wear this, you have to agree to one thing."
"Name it, brother."
"Call me by my name."
"Huh?" She was momentarily confused.
"From now on, in moments like these, call me by my name. Not 'brother'."
"Oh, okay." Calling him 'brother' was just a lifelong habit, a term of endearment. But if Ethan disliked it now, changing it was no big deal. Given their current relationship, it probably was inappropriate.
"Remember what you promised. If you slip up…" Ethan's voice lowered as he put on the jacket and slowly climbed onto the bed. "…I'll have to punish you."
"I promised, so I'll change! But habits are hard to break. An occasional slip-up is normal, right? Why do there have to be punishments?" Her eyes devoured his appearance, almost drooling, but her words remained defiantly stubborn.

Ethan, thoroughly familiar with her willful side, didn't argue further. He straightened up, kneeling between her legs, the black garter biting into the flesh of his pale thighs.

Ethan's body was powerfully built, every part sculpted with well-defined muscle. As he tensed, the disciplined muscles rippled into view—beautiful, flowing, not bulky, exuding raw masculine allure.

Her hands slid from his knees upwards, tracing over the thigh flesh bulging above the garter. He leaned down, the apple pendant slipping from the open collar of his uniform, emitting a faint, metallic chime.

Their first real time making love had been on Ethan's 18th birthday.

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 5）

What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 7）

What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter8）

What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 9）

What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 10）