What If My Brother Is Too Perfect?
chapter 8
Amelia quietly pushed open Ethan's bedroom door just a crack, and sure enough, he was doing that. She bit her nail anxiously, hesitating, but finally slipped inside, locked the door, and pounced onto Ethan's bed.
Ethan was clearly startled, freezing for a moment. Amelia straddled his abdomen, and the unusual cool, wet sensation made him raise his eyebrows in surprise.
She hugged him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and fell silent—she had exhausted all her courage.
Ethan understood. Realization dawned, and something like joy flickered in his heart. He held her, gently patting her back. "It's okay, don't be afraid. You can tell me anything, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Amelia felt even more embarrassed. She tried to roll off him and escape, but Ethan caught her arm.
He wrapped her in his embrace, kissing her cheek affectionately, his warm, large palms slowly cupping her breasts. "It's not your fault. I led you astray. It's all my fault."
Ethan's hands were large, one covering each breast. Amelia felt completely held, the pressure just right—comfortable. She squirmed, pressing her body back against him, rubbing against Ethan's chest.
"Come to think of it, isn't your period approaching? During ovulation, the body has these reactions. No need to be embarrassed." Ethan's hand slid down to her lower body, rubbing her sensitive center. "You're grown up now. This is a natural bodily response, beyond your control."
"Really?" Amelia hummed softly in pleasure, looking up at him. Ethan leaned down and gently kissed her eyelids. "Yes. I'd never lie to you. Trust me, leave everything to me. I'll make you feel good, alright?"
A weight lifted from Amelia's heart. She leaned back against Ethan, surrendering her body to him. From this angle, looking down, she could clearly see how his fingers were exploring her most private place.
She had already been aroused, but earlier in her own room, she hadn't known what to do. Now, teased by Ethan's fingers, she quickly released more slick moisture. Ethan rubbed her center, spreading her fluids evenly on his fingers, then slowly slid one finger inside.
"Mm..." The unfamiliar sensation made her kick her legs instinctively. The feeling of intrusion was strange and uncomfortable.
"Relax, don't be afraid." Ethan pushed in another knuckle, his finger curling slightly as he explored inside her.
Amelia was so overwhelmed she pressed her feet into the sheets, but the motion only pushed her body deeper into Ethan's embrace. His erect penis was trapped and squeezed between their bodies. Ethan closed his eyes, lips pressed tight, his throat bobbing as he swallowed his groans, only rough breaths escaping his nose.
"Ethan... Ethan... it's so full... it feels strange..." By now, Ethan had inserted two fingers, and together with his thumb pressing on her clitoris, he had already brought her to climax once.
"Does it really feel strange?" Ethan lowered his head, taking her flushed earlobe into his mouth, sucking noisily. "You clearly feel good. Does Ethan's touch feel good?"
In truth, it felt amazing. The sensation of being filled was both strange and satisfying. The feeling of being entered was completely different from her previous two attempts. Pleasure branched wildly through her body, frightening her slightly.
"Don't be afraid. Trust me." Ethan sensed her anxiety, his voice growing even gentler. His other hand slid down to her lower abdomen, massaging softly.
His fingers pumped faster inside her. Sticky fluids splattered onto the sheets with each thrust, but Amelia no longer cared. Each withdrawal was followed by deeper penetration. Now, Ethan's fingers were almost completely buried inside her. His fingers were long, and she felt him reaching her deepest point. With every entry, his fingertips pressed against the softest flesh there, making it ache with pleasure.
"...Ethan..." Unconsciously, Amelia arched her back, her lips slightly parted, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out.
"...Say my name..." Ethan lowered his head, capturing that adorable tongue tip in his mouth, coaxing it into exploring his.
"...Ethan... Ethan..." Amelia breathed his name between their tangled lips. Saying his name at a moment like this felt like a lover's whisper.
Ethan's throat worked continuously. One hand pinched her clitoris, rubbing firmly between his fingers, while the other pistoned rapidly in her drenched core.
A white flash exploded before Amelia's eyes. She didn't know what she said or did—those were unconscious actions in the throes of climax. When she finally came back to herself, she was lying on the bed, legs spread wide, while Ethan knelt between them, staring at the beautiful sight as he stroked his deep red, engorged shaft.
Embarrassed, Amelia tried to close her legs. A flicker of regret passed through Ethan's eyes, but he said nothing. He put on his robe, tying the belt, hiding his unrelieved arousal beneath the fabric. He washed his hands and brought her a glass of warm water.
"Want to shower and go to sleep?" Amelia gulped down a big mouthful. Ethan lowered his eyes, took the glass, and finished the remaining water in one swallow, setting it on the nightstand.
"No." Things were either never done or repeated endlessly. Having taken the first step, Amelia grew bolder. "Ethan, let's do it."
Ethan froze mid-motion. He tried not to look at her, but she could see his gaze uncontrollably sweeping toward her. "Do you know what you're saying?"
"Ethan, stop pretending!" Deep down, Amelia knew his caution was for her own good, but she couldn't control her emotions—embarrassment, grievance, resentment—all sour as a bitten lemon peel. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, tears streaming down in anger.
"Don't cry. It's all my fault." True to form, the sight of her tears immediately brought Ethan forward to comfort her. It had become a conditioned reflex over the years.
Ethan held her as they fell back onto the pillows, peppering her face with light kisses until her emotions settled.
"Baby, I'm just afraid you'll regret it." Ethan brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, touching his forehead to hers as he had when they were children. "Tell me. Are you sure?"
Amelia twisted his robe belt in her fingers, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sure."
Ethan heard. He took a deep breath, then got up from the bed. Before Amelia could react, he had already pulled on clothes, opened the window, and leaped out. Startled, Amelia scrambled up. Naked, she dared not approach the window. She grabbed Ethan's discarded robe and wrapped it around herself, straining her ears. Hearing nothing, she knew Ethan must have used his evol.
She clutched Ethan's robe tighter and peered out the window.
She saw nothing. Ethan was long gone.
The robe that reached just past Ethan's knees trailed on the floor when Amelia wore it, the sleeves far too long. She sat back on the bed, amusing herself by tugging at the sleeves and playing with Ethan's clothes. She almost regretted that the full-length mirror was in her room—she would have loved to see herself wearing Ethan's clothes.
Sleepwear was, after all, intimate apparel. Wearing this robe, Amelia felt wrapped in Ethan's presence, as if he held her entirely in his arms, completely encircling her, filling her with a sense of security.
Shyly, she covered her face with the too-long sleeves, breathing in his scent deeply. Then she shook her arms, distracted by the flowing sleeves, and lay back on the bed, amusing herself by waving them in the air.
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 6）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter7）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 9）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 10）
