What If My Brother Is Too Perfect? chapter 9
A rustling came from outside the window. Amelia sat up abruptly to see Ethan climbing in through the window. He closed it, drew the curtains, tossed a box onto the bedside table, and stripped off his clothes heading for the bathroom.
Amelia jumped off the bed and ran toward Ethan, stepping on the hem of her clothes. Ethan turned swiftly and caught her, carrying her back to bed. "Let me shower first. I'm covered in sweat."
Amelia grabbed his arm with one hand, refusing to let him leave, while covering her face with the other, peeking through her fingers. "We could... shower after..." A thin layer of sweat glistened on his skin, tiny beads trickling down his back like streams through mountain valleys. Amelia pressed her thighs together unconsciously.
Ethan turned, his eyes flickering as he looked at her swimming in his robe. She looked like a child wearing adult clothes, innocent and adorably awkward. Yet something about her shoulder, revealed by the oversized collar, struck him as subtly seductive.
He grabbed the arm she was using to hide her face, pinned it to the bed, and kissed her again eagerly. His hands slipped beneath the fabric, caressing her skin. Soon Amelia was drowning in the desire Ethan created.
From the box he'd brought, Ethan took a small plastic wrapper, tore it open, and rolled it onto himself. Amelia shyly covered her face with her sleeve, peeking through the gap. Though they'd been intimate before, watching somehow made her more embarrassed.
Ethan peeled her from his robe as easily as shelling an egg, positioning himself above her. "One last time—are you sure? If you say yes, I won't stop..."
"Yes." Amelia lifted a foot to stroke his leg; he caught it immediately.
Ethan pulled her ankle aside, guiding himself to her entrance. "This might hurt a little."
As he pushed in, a sharp pain seemed to split her apart. Amelia went pale, momentarily forgetting to breathe.
When the pain subsided enough for her to gasp, she cried out, "Ethan you liar—"
Her voice startled him. He quickly covered her mouth, which only drove him deeper. Amelia's tears flowed faster as she beat against his chest, sobbing.
"Shh, darling, not so loud—Grandma will hear." Ethan gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to move. When she calmed slightly, he slowly removed his hand. "I'll let go, but—"
Amelia bit down hard on his retreating hand, leaving a deep mark. "Ethan is a liar!"
Lying on the pillow, tears streaming, she pushed at his shoulders. "It hurts! Get out... I don't want to..."
Ethan caught both wrists and pinned them above her head, gently kissing away her tears. "Don't cry, baby."
When she tried to kick him, the movement only increased the pain. "Ethan, I said get out!"
"Can't do that." His voice was gentle but firm as he pulled her closer. "I asked you before. No backing out now." He brushed sweat-damp hair from her face. "Bear with it, baby. The pain will pass."
"Liar." Knowing there was no stopping now, Amelia turned her head away, pouting.
"Yes, I'm the worst." Ethan soothed her absently, keeping still inside her while his lips and hands wandered across her body.
Slowly, the fire rekindled. After resting, the pain had nearly vanished, leaving only a swollen, heated sensation where they joined.
Amelia shifted slightly; Ethan immediately caught the movement. Gripping her waist, he lifted slightly, capturing her tongue as he thrust upward.
Her cry was swallowed by his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him.
"Don't squeeze so tight." After a few thrusts, Ethan gasped, patting her side. But his movements only made her clench harder.
Breathing heavily, he pulled out after a few more strokes. Amelia watched him remove the condom and tear open a new one.
"Did you... already..." She craned her neck curiously toward the discarded wrapper; Ethan pulled her back and entered her again.
Soon she forgot everything else. Now that she'd adjusted to his size, he thrust deep and hard, each stroke driving her toward the headboard. He grabbed a pillow, sliding it beneath her hips, and lifted her legs around his waist.
"Ethan... Ethan... I can't..." She gripped his arms, fingers digging into taut muscle.
"You like this? Feels good?" Ethan threw his head back, pushing sweat-damp hair from his forehead, and gently tapped her stomach. When she whimpered and tried to hit him, he thrust harder, making her collapse.
"Just now... my stomach..." Amelia stared wide-eyed at her belly.
Ethan added another pillow, raising her higher. "What?" He adjusted his angle, driving toward that spot.
Amelia watched something bulge beneath her skin with each thrust. Pleasure mixed with shame, making her toes curl and vision blur. When she came to, Ethan was tracing light circles on her belly.
"Looks like someone enjoyed that—soaked me almost to the point of no return." Seeing her alert again, he smiled, pressing down firmly on her abdomen.
"Ethan's a monster!" The double sensation made her feel like she'd released another flood. She tried kicking him; he easily caught her leg and placed it on his shoulder.
Ethan kissed her calf gently while maintaining his rhythm, the friction sparking electricity up her spine. Each hit to her sensitive spot exploded like fireworks in her mind.
Amelia arched, clutching the sheets as her body shook with his movements. Wet sounds echoed between them. He pinched her sensitive bud, nails grazing lightly; she jerked, sobbing through another quick climax.
"Stop... wait..." His rhythm continued. She tried turning away; he slid out, releasing the flood trapped inside.
Ethan pressed her down, one hand on her neck, one gripping her thigh, entering again from this new angle. Different positions hit different spots.
She tried struggling, but his weight pinned her. He licked and kissed her neck like a predator with its prey, his hands cupping her breasts. His large fingers squeezed, soft flesh spilling through. He pressed closer, thrusting harder.
Being completely filled felt incredible. Despite lingering fear, burying her face in the pillow let Amelia pretend she was safe, like an ostrich in sand.
Ethan continued kneading her breasts; both spots stimulated made her increasingly desperate. A deep craving grew inside her, demanding satisfaction. She lifted her hips, meeting his movements.
The impact drove so deep she felt rearranged inside. Sweet agony made her bite the pillow to suppress sounds. She pressed against him desperately, wanting every inch of skin touching.
Her movements affected him too. Amelia heard his strained breathing, thick with desire. "Don't move."
"Ethan... faster... harder... it hurts..." She turned, eyes hazy, asking for a kiss. He obliged, thrusting mercilessly. She moaned, almost losing herself, drool escaping her lips. Her deepest places were repeatedly stroked; soon she felt another peak approaching.
Almost there.
She guided his hand down, urging more stimulation. He obeyed, rubbing her sensitive peak in rhythm.
She convulsed through climax, body trembling like a beached fish.
A flood released. Ethan gritted his teeth, thrusting a few more times through her spasms before releasing.
This was far more intense than the first. They lay tangled, breathing heavily before slowly separating. Amelia sprawled on the bed, her tender flesh still quivering.
Ethan disposed of the condom, threw on clothes, and slipped out for warm water. When she finished drinking, Amelia pulled him down, sharing the last mouthful. They kissed desperately, water trailing down their chins.
"One more time." She licked his chin, hands already exploring eagerly.
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 8）
What If My Brother Is Too Perfect（chapter 10）
