moonlight

Eren Yeager:

Riding him

Eating you out

Against the wall

Armin Arlert:

Fingering you

Dry humping

Soft and slow missionary

Jean Kirstein:

Trying to be gentle (and failing)

Sitting on his face

First time

Reiner Braun:

Belly bulge

Fucking you deep

Mutual masterbation

Levi Ackerman:

Loving missionary

Taking his frustration out on you

After a close call

Erwin Smith:

Morning sex

Putting you in your place

You walk into the low lit offices of DSO headquarters, visitor badge gleaming from the lanyard around your neck. Hunnigan had called hours ago for you to pick up Leon—seeing as you’re his emergency contact and next of kin, it only makes sense.

“He’s had a rough mission and our supervisors want him monitored,” her firm voice spills out from your car's speakers. “Since he won’t stay here for anyone to keep an eye on him, everyone’s agreed you’re the next best thing.”

“I’m also guessing he asked for me?” You’re sure you sound tired, but there’s no sense in masking it. 

“Got it in one. I’ve already told him you’ll be on your way.”

Sighing, you stretch your neck from side to side. “Okay, it’ll be a minute before I get there.”

“Understood. Drive safe.”

A loud click reverberates through your car signaling Hunnigan ended the call. Blowing out a breath, you punch in the coordinates in your GPS and head out. Being Leon’s older sister has been a complicated mess for years now. Your parents adopted him at a young age, and he’s always clung to you like a second shadow. It was cute at first, but when he started crashing your dates and sabotaging any moments with someone of the opposite sex, you realized his clinginess extended a step too far.

You’d hoped that the distance between you two after you left for college and him for the police academy would help things. And it did, for a short while. Then Raccoon City happened, and you were so scared for him—then, so happy when Leon came through unscathed that you invited him to live with you. Things were.. fine. He still clung to you, slept with you in your bed during his worst nights, but after what he experienced, you didn’t mind. At least he was coping in some way. 

Then, he started to cross boundaries. Burying his face in your chest, nuzzling into your neck, pressing in too closely and too tightly at night—holding you like only a lover should. If you pushed him away, he’d wake you with his tears and screams—the nightmares driving him to seek comfort in you once more. Ultimately, how could you ever say no? Leon’s your sweet, clingy little brother who experienced hell on earth. And honestly, you never stood firm in your boundaries, so now your relationship is all over the place.

“Sis!”

Blinking your thoughts away, you remember that you’re standing in Leon’s workplace—probably looking like a complete idiot. Leon’s wide smile beams at you from across the room. His brows furrow and he turns to the side, showcasing his profile. Straight nose, strong jawline, damp hair kissing his cheek and darkening the sandy strands.. he must’ve showered, you muse to yourself.

It’s not the first time you’ve arbitrarily thought of Leon as handsome. It’s crossed your mind more often than it probably should, but surely there’s nothing too strange in thinking he’s a handsome man—in a purely unbiased, objective way. You’ve seen the looks he garners from women (and some men) whenever you both are out together. Just another one of those things you’ve filled away.

You notice him speaking into his earpiece before he plucks it out and turns it off. His gaze then turns once more toward you, a smile coming back out to spread across his face. Quickly walking over to you, he wraps you in a tight hug and spins you around—surprising a laugh out of you.

“I missed you, sis,” he murmurs, burying his face in your neck. “I’m so glad to be home.”

His lips drag across your skin with each word, sending chill bumps to race down your arms. You squirm in place and he only wraps his arms more tightly around you.

“I’m so ready for my reward.”

You have to refrain from rolling your eyes. Ever since he started going out on riskier missions, he wrangled you into promising to give him a treat for when he comes back. He told you it was a good incentive to come home safe and sound, but sometimes you get the feeling that he has an ulterior motive. Funny how this time, it would prove you right.

“Okay, Leon, what is it? And no, I’m not letting you piggy back me around for a week like last time.”

He grins, blue eyes bright. “I wanna kiss.”

Your brows pinch together in confusion. “A kiss?”

“Mmhmm,” he hums happily. “Right here.”

He taps his right cheek with his index finger, grin broadening.

“Ookay…” you trail off. 

It’s not usual for him to ask for this, but it has been a while. Leon gets a bit greedy about it—kisses to his cheek or him giving you a light peck on the lips—although… your mind flashes to the last time and a flare of heat sparks in your stomach.

When you step up to plant a kiss on his cheek, he holds his hand up to stop you. 

“Not so fast,” he grips your shoulders. “I want it later.”

“Later? What do you mean later?” Skepticism seeps into every word.

“Just later,” he rocks back on his heels, clasping his hands behind his back. “Can you wait in the hall for just a few more minutes? I’ve gotta drop off some gear before leaving.”

“Sure,” you shrug, turning and following him out of the office space.

He runs his hand down your arm before walking away from you, glancing back one last time before slipping into a set of double doors on the side. Blowing out a breath, you lean back against the wall and cross your arms. You hear footsteps before you see anyone. A man walks around the corner, slowing to a stop in front of you. 

“Do you need help?” He offers you a very PC friendly smile.

You straighten up, plastering on your own benignly polite smile. “I’m good, but thank you though.”

His eyes dart down to your badge, brows rising in surprise. “Oh, you’re here for Agent Kennedy?”

“Yes.” You keep your answer short, not really feeling a need to give him more than that.

“He’s a celebrity around here,” the man chuckles. “I’ve always wanted to meet him, but our schedules never seem to line up. As a matter of fact—“

A warm arm slides around your shoulders and tugs you into a firm side. 

“Is this man bothering you, sis?” Leon’s face is expressionless, body coiled tight where it presses against you.

“No, Leon. He was actually just telling me how popular you are.” You turn to grin up at your brother.

Leon hums noncommittally, eyes cutting to you before flicking back to the stranger. 

“A-Agent Kennedy, it’s a pleasure,” the man stammers, holding his hand out to shake.

“I’m sure it is,” Leon curls his upper lip and you smack his stomach with the flat of your palm. 

“Be nice,” you hiss under your breath at him. 

He huffs and rolls his eyes, like a pouty child, but shoves his hand out and grasps the man’s. “Nice to meet you.”

The stranger winces, quickly pulling his hand away, subtly clenching his fingers open and shut like he’s squeezing a stress ball. “Well, I won’t take up any more of your time. Take care.”

He pivots and quickly exits into the offices you entered earlier.

“What was that?” You turn, pulling away in order to glare at Leon. 

“What was what?” He rolls his eyes at you and you pinch his bicep. 

“Hey!” He whines. “Be nice to me.”

He grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a hug, shoving his face into your neck with a sigh. 

“I had the shittiest mission of all time, and now I just want you all to myself.”

You look up at the bland ceiling, pulling in a breath through your nose and bringing your hands up to rub at Leon’s back. 

“Well, I’ll let it slide this time. But you can’t be an asshole to everyone who talks to me. We’ve had this conversation before, baby brother.”

“I know,” his muffled voice tickles you and makes you squirm—a repeat from earlier. 

“Okay, okay,” you push him back, and his lower lip wobbles excessively.

“Leon,” you shake your head. “Cut it out.”

He crowds you against the wall. “Think I want my reward now.”

“Now? Here?” You glance around and he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, angling your gaze back at him. 

“Now. Here.”

Frowning, you squint at him. “Well, okay. Turn your head.”

He listens, angling his cheek for you to kiss. Puckering your lips, you lean forward—and right before your mouth touches his skin, Leon quickly turns his head to press his lips to yours. 

Stepping closer, he cages you against the wall, the hand that was gripping your chin shifting to grasp your jaw—keeping you in place as he continues to kiss you. Whimpering, you slap at his chest, pushing against him, but he only groans and uses his body weight to pin you in place. 

“You’re my sister,” he mutters, before kissing you heatedly, sucking on your bottom lip when you gasp.

“Leon, we can’t.” The words spoken directly into his mouth go ignored.

It’s technically not the first time he’s kissed you like this. Leon’s always been a greedy little boy and it’s gotten worse now that he’s a grown man—honestly, there’s zero difference. He always pushes you… pushes and pushes until you give in.

Because you always give in.

You just pretend these things never happen. Pretend that he doesn’t touch you inappropriately, kiss you like a sibling shouldn’t. Pretend that it doesn’t leave you lightheaded with arousal and underwear damp with slick.

Pretending is sort of your specialty at this point.

Back pressed to the off white wall, you whimper into Leon’s rough kiss. His free hand grabs onto your hip, thumb pressing into the bone just shy of too much.

“Missed you so fucking much. It was cold and damp and smelled like blood. You always feel so warm, smell so nice,” he pants, licking into your mouth eagerly.

His tongue glides along your own, his spit pooling in your mouth and making you swallow. You can feel his fingers tighten on your hip bone as he presses himself against you, letting you feel his bulge.

“I did good, right?” He pulls away to place sucking kisses down your throat. “Tell me, sis.”

“You did good, Leon,” you croak, throat dry even with your mouth so wet. “You always do a good job.”

“Yeah? I do?” He shudders and rocks his chubbed cock against you. “Fuck.”

One of your hands moves from holding onto his shoulder to pat his head, brushing through his hair slightly. “Good boy.”

Whining, his hips rock forward, grinding into you as he open-mouthed pants against your neck. Hot gusts of his damp breath tickle your skin before his tongue swipes across the spot leaving a cool spot of wetness.

“Wanna go home, sis,” he slurs out. “Want you to give me a reward for being so good.”

You want to laugh at the absurdity. “I thought the kiss was your reward?”

“Uh uh,” he steps back and you see how disheveled he really is—pupils blown wide, hair mussed, and his pants tenting obscenely as he stands here in the hall. “That was just a welcome home gift. It doesn’t count until you kiss my cheek.”

In a blink, you’re in your car, sitting in the passenger seat as Leon speeds home. His eyes burn hot and heavy when you make contact, so you’ve taken to staring out the window. The highway passes by in a blur—the only thing visible being the white lines highlighted by the headlights, and the guardrail one long gray slash on the side of the road. Pulling up to your house, Leon parks inside the garage and hastily gets out of the vehicle. He walks over to your side and hurriedly pulls you from the car. Closing the passenger side door, he presses you into the cold metal and gives you a heated kiss. 

Groaning, he parts your lips with his tongue and slides it deep into your mouth. 

“Let me have your tongue, sis,” he mutters, “stick it out for me.”

Feeling like you’ve lost your mind, you slowly loll your tongue from your mouth—watching with hooded eyes as Leon eagerly sucks on it, swallowing your spit like he’s parched for water. He grinds his bulge into your thigh with a whine, his hands gripping your shoulders so hard it hurts.

”Bedroom,” he gasps, tearing himself away from you. 

Grasping your wrist, he tugs you along, pulling you into the house and dragging you to his room. Pushing open the door, he doesn't bother with closing it as he shoves you onto his bed. He follows you down, caging you onto his soft mattress as he kisses you again, spit dripping from your chin from how forceful he’s being. You’d never admit it to him, but the way he’s acting has you leaking slick into your panties and making your cit throb like a second heartbeat.

”Gonna eat you out,” he murmurs, pupils so blown there’s only a thin ring of blue in his eyes. “Gonna lick your fat pussy til you cream my face.”

”Leon, we can’t,” you try to move back from him but he has you boxed in place. “I only promised a kiss.”

”Mmm,” he hums, a sly grin stealing across his face. “You’re right, and until you kiss my cheek, I don’t have to stop.”

”What?” Your belly flips, intrigue and guilt swirling in your chest. “That’s not how—“

”You promised me a reward, sis. I think I deserve a soft, wet pussy for all my troubles,” he states, like it’s a fact. “I deserve to lick your cunt until she’s gushing all over my tongue.”

He moves down your body, yanking your jeans and panties down to your ankles. He quickly kneels and tugs your shoes and socks off before removing the rest of your clothes. Laying there, naked from the waist down, you can only stare at your little brother—half in disbelief, half in anticipation.

”God,” he whispers, eyes tracing over the curls on your mound down to your sopping wet slit. “Look at you. So fucking pretty. Can’t wait to kiss’er.”

A low moan parts your lips when Leon kisses your puffy cunt, his eyes hot and demanding from where he gazes up between your legs. His hands slide up your calves to the bend of your knees, pushing your legs up and apart—opening your cunt up to his greedy mouth. He never looks away from your face as he licks into your drippy hole, soft slow passes of his tongue that somehow make it even hotter.

”Been dreaming of doing this for ages,” he murmurs against your cunt lips. “Thought about how I’d make out with my sister’s pussy til she’s begging me for more.”

”Leon!” You try to sound scandalous, but it comes out more breathless than anything.

”Yes,” he groans. “Say my name, tell me who’s licking this pretty fucking pussy.”

You shake your head no, hands reaching down to push his head away. Unable to do much with how you’re positioned, you tangle your fingers in Leon’s hair and tug. Your tugs only end up helping him rub his nose against your clit in a way that makes your thighs jump. He laughs, nuzzling his face even deeper into your spread open pussy. 

”Gonna make me eat you out? What a naughty girl,” he coos. “S’okay, I’m not going anywhere.”

Bobbing his head, he rubs his face into your pussy, smearing slick across his lips and jaw. With a sigh, he flutters his tongue against your clit before licking down to your hole. Spearing you open on the slick muscle, he fucks his tongue in and out—over and over—as groans rumble from his chest. Helpless to stop him (although you both know you're truly not), you tremble and whimper under his hot tongue and eager mouth. 

You know you should probably fight against him harder, but privately you want this—have wanted it in spite of all your denials and arguments of the opposite—and for longer than you’d be willing to admit. Leon’s giving you both the perfect excuse, even if it’s riddled with so many holes it would sink a boat. It’s an opportunity you’ve given him—and in your compliance—it’s as good as having started it yourself.

Head dropping down onto his mattress, you moan and arch into Leon’s hold, shoving your pussy more firmly against his face. Growling like an animal, he eats your pussy sloppily—sucking kisses that leave spit smeared across your cunt until it’s gleaming. He shakes his head back and forth, groaning and lapping at your wet folds, leaving you aching for more than just his tongue.

Leon moves up to suckle your clit, tongue rolling around the puffy bud—the warm pleasure sends more slick dripping from your hole to pool underneath your ass. Your body jerks, thighs trembling as your orgasm builds higher and higher. Stopping suddenly, he reels back, grinning at you with his face soaked in your slick. 

Whimpering, your hands fall away from his hair. “I was close.”

“Aww,” he pats your puffy cunt and your hips jump up into the motion. “Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it.”

Standing up with a wince, he nods at your shirt. “Get all the way undressed for me. Unless…” he raises his eyebrows. “You want me to do it.”

Rolling your eyes, your jittery hands slip your shirt off and undo your bra—tossing them both to the side, uncaring where they land in Leon’s room. Eyes cutting back to your brother, you see he’s already shed everything except his skin tight compression shirt. His hands reach behind his head and tug the material up, pulling it over his head and making his biceps flex. 

A surprised gasp steals from your lips and you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, closer to Leon. Your gaze takes in the mottled bruising covering his right side, the marks flaring out from his ribs and running down his side like a fucked up Rorschach tattoo. 

“Oh, baby,” you murmur, hands reaching out to pet across his stomach, his abs jumping under your hands as you feather your fingers across his skin. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

“S’okay,” his voice is thick. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“Do we need to go to the ER?”

Everything falls to the wayside—this messed up game you two were playing just moments ago, the arousal painting your thighs, even Leon’s own stiff cock bobbing almost right in front of you. The only thing on your mind now is worry and hurt and anger that your sweet baby brother is always put through so much—chewed up and spit out then expected to turn around and do it all over again.

“Sis,” he grumbles. “I’m trying to seduce you so if you’ll please let me get back to it.”

You let out a watery laugh. “You’re so...” Tone lowering, like you’re telling a secret, you ask, “A-are you really okay?”

“I’m fine,” he covers your hand with his own, pressing your palm flat against his stomach. “I’ve already been discharged with orders to take it easy.”

“So that means—“

“That your new name must be easy since I’m about to take you.”

You couldn’t stop the witch cackle of a laugh escaping if you tried. Leon’s face lights up with a delighted grin.

“What? It’s true,” he nudges you to lie back so he can kneel above you, placing your legs outside his thighs. 

“What a shitty fucking pick up line,” you laugh harder, tits jiggling with force of it and drawing his attention.

“Might be, but it gotcha to loosen up,” he murmurs, dropping his head to kiss across your nipples—delicate, barely there brushes of his lips that make your breath hitch. 

Using his index finger and thumb, he squeezes your nipples, tugging them roughly and making you pant. His hands grope and squeeze the soft fat, pressing your breasts together so he can lick across both nipples. Back and forth, back and forth, his mouth lightly suckles at one stiff bud before moving to the other. With a low groan, Leon grinds his cock against you, the uncut tip leaking precum all over your abdomen. 

“Got such fucking sexy tits,” he squishes them together and jiggles them in his hands. “Fuck, should’ve been sucking these years ago.”

Moaning, you bring your hands up to tangle in his messy blonde hair. Your fingernails rake across his scalp as he sucks on one of your stiff buds, his blue eyes staring up at your face. His hand tweaks and pinches the other nipple, sending hot bolts of pleasure straight to your clit.

”God, can’t wait to be inside you, sis,” Leon groans, kissing underneath each swell of your breast.

”Who said anything about that?” You pant, back arching when he bites your nipple.

”I did,” he scoffs, kissing his way up your sternum to suck a mark into your neck. “Think it should be a part of my welcome home gift.”

He wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and smacks it down on your mound, grinding the drippy head into your clit. Guiding his thick length with his hand, he drags it up and down your wet folds, teasing your empty hole with the tip before slapping it down on your puffy bundle of nerves.

”Fuck,” you keen, legs parting even wider, opening yourself up to your brother’s teasing. “Leon.”

”Look at you,” he murmurs, voice smoky and low. “Like you came straight outta one of my wet dreams.”

Biting your bottom lip, you wiggle your hips to work his cock closer to your clenching heat. “Such a perv.”

He hums mockingly, “You like it though. Like that I beat my meat raw to the thought of you. It makes you so fucking wet knowing that your little brother jerks off to you.”

You don’t even get a chance to lie about it when Leon notches the head of his dick at your slick hole and sinks inside your silky pussy. Both of you moan and whine, two different voices harmonizing as he buries his cock to the hilt inside your cunt.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants under his breath, head tilting back to look up at the ceiling. “Don’t wanna blow my load just yet, shit.”

Hands slipping from his hair, you claw at his shoulders, pussy split open on his cock in a way that leaves you breathless and aching for more.

”Guess I should’ve practiced with my pocket pussy more,” he jokes, pulling halfway out to then slowly fuck all the way back inside you. “Uh fuck, yes, oh my god. Your pussy’s so wet and hot.”

”Leon,” you whimper, nails leavening crescent marks in his skin that go unnoticed. “You have to pull out.”

“But we just started,” he whines, muscles straining as he slowly ruts his dick inside your snug cunt. “I’m not stopping, sis. You feel too good.”

One hand grips your outer thigh while the other covers your mouth with his palm as he rails you into the mattress. Your eyes flutter with every rough thrust, pleasure skittering down your spine. Your little brother is fucking your brain into mush, and it’s getting harder and harder to think. 

“Plus, it’s not over til you kiss my cheek,” he goads, laughter in his voice. “So I’ll just have to keep you fucked dumb on my cock.”

Letting go of you, he easily manhandles you onto your tummy, gripping your waist to hike your ass up into the air. He smacks his cock against your cunt before notching the tip at your hole and pushing inside. 

“Fuck, so good, knew you’d be so fucking good,” he groans, gripping your ass cheeks to make you bounce back onto his dick. “Love you so much, sis. Always wanted to make you my woman. My little wife to come home to. Fuck.”

His dick grinds into the spongy spot at the front of your cunt and you keen, pussy fluttering around his cock with each pump of his hips. Your fingers twist into the sheets, grasping at anything to help stave off your impending orgasm.

“Leon, Leon please, you—you,” keening, your eyes slip shut, thoughts too chaotic to voice.

A sharp slap to your cunt makes you cry out, sting settling deep in your clit. Leon laughs and smacks your pussy again with the flat of his first three fingers.

”C’mon, sis, what’re you trying to say?” He ghosts his fingers across your swollen bud, smearing slick along the hood of your clit. “Use your words, cutie pie.”

”F-fuck yuh-you,” you stammer out, trying to shift away from him. “I h-hate that fucking nic-nickname.”

He laughs, hands moving to grab onto your waist and yank you back onto his cock, bottoming out so suddenly the breath rushes from your lungs, leaving you gasping into sheets that smell like Leon’s cologne. 

“You know you love it,” he teases, keeping his cock buried so deep in your cunt—grinding into your cervix—that you drool all over his bedding. “You may say you hate it, but you’re squeezing me so tight, big sis.”

”Shut up,” you wheeze, fingers clawing at the mattress. “Fuck, you’re so deep.” A whining keen spills from your mouth. “Leon, please.”

”Fucking hell,” he hisses, cock throbbing inside your cunt so hard you can feel it. “Gonna make me nut so fucking fast. Wanna take my time with you.”

He groans, leaning over your body and placing his forearms on either side of your head. His weight sinks onto you, the new angle grinding his cock perfectly against your g-spot. You thrash and writhe, unable to really move which only makes your cunt leak more slick—your arousal flaring hot and bright like a solar flare.

”Goddamn,” he whines, no longer fucking his cock in and out of your snug pussy but undulating his hips in a circle eight, keeping his tip pressed perfectly against your womb. “Why you gotta have the best fucking pussy? Fuck, I’ll never get enough. Fucking call into work and take leave so I can keep you on my cock all day.”

”Leon, you’re so stupid,” you mewl, pussy gushing around his fat length.

He whines again, nuzzling the back of your neck and giving you goosebumps. “No, you are. You and this stupidly perfect pussy. Fuck, can’t wait to jizz in you. Watch it drip out.”

Shuddering, he humps your ass a handful of times before going back to grinding his hips in an infinity pattern.

”You can’t,” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he slips a hand underneath your sweaty body to rub your sensitive clit. “Can’t cum in me, Leon.”

”Uh huh,” a petulant tone mutters into your ear. “Can too. You can’t stop me, sis.”

He licks the shell of your ear and you squeeze down on his dick. “Fuck, can’t stop me from breeding your fat, wet pussy. Can’t stop me from breeding you full of my cum. God, I’m gonna cum so fucking much in you. Prove how much I love you.”

Your core burns hot like an ember, walls fluttering and pulsing around his cock as you moan. “No, you’ll get me pregnant. You can’t.”

”Shit, shut the fuck up,” he snarls, rutting into you like an animal now. “The more you resist the harder it is not to shoot my load inside you.”

Clit aching under his fingers, you buck back against him. “Thought you said I couldn’t stop you?”

He laughs breathlessly, a low, giddy sound. “Yeah, that’s right. You can’t stop me. God, I knew you wanted it. You wouldn’t have let me get away with so much if you didn’t want me.”

Too cockdrunk to argue, you only whimper in response, angling your hips to allow him to fuck you hard and deep. The sounds between your thighs are so loud—every thrust is filled with a wet plap plap plap.

”Ohhh,” he moans, “mmm, sis, this is so fucking hot. I don’t think I can last too much longer. Need you to cream my cock, let me feel you squeeze my dick as you're cumming all over me.”

His fingers pick up their speed to match his thrusts, quickly circling and rubbing your swollen clit. Shoving your face into his mussed sheets, you scream and thrash against him, bouncing your ass back into his hips. Chasing your own pleasure, you squeeze and clench around his dick, fucking yourself onto your brother’s cock and feeling your orgasm nearing its peak.

”Leon, oh fuck, I’m right there, god, don’t stop, please,” you babble, nails clawing at his bed.

”Sis, oh fuck, oh my god, cum for me, fuck, please,” he rasps, hips rabbiting against your ass, pumping his cock even rougher into your fluttering hole. “Wanna feel it, wanna feel you.”

Crying out his name, your body locks up—back bowing and toes curling as your climax hits. Your pussy milks his still pistoning cock, clit throbbing underneath his fingers and making you squeal from the near overstimulation. A deep moan gusts across the back of your neck as Leon sinks his cock all the way inside your slick walls and spills his cum.

”God, fuck, perfect fucking pussy, cumming inside my big sis’s pussy,” he shudders and grinds himself deeper, his mouth drooling on the back of your neck. “Fucking hell, sucking me in so good. Pussy’s swallowing up every fucking drop.”

Leon drags his lips across your skin, smearing his spit as he kisses and sucks your neck and shoulders. Minutes pass before he pulls out with a low hiss, fingers quickly pushing his cum back inside your used pussy.

”Stop it,” you half heartedly push his hand away. “Fucking pervert.”

Sighing, he slowly fingers your cunt, watching his cum drip from your swollen hole. “Yeah, but it’s still hot.”

Moaning, you twist away, lying flat on your back so you can glare at him. Leon only meets your narrowed eyes with a lazy smile, fingers slipping right back inside your slick cunt.

”Fuck,” he whispers, eyes flicking back and forth between your pussy and your face. “You’re so perfect.”

”Whatever,” you deflect, feeling hot and embarrassed. “Stop that, Leon, I mean it.”

Pouting, he pets across your puffy cunt one last time before flopping down into the bed with you. He kisses your cheek and the corner of your lips before pulling you into another tongue filled make out session that leads to you throwing your leg over his side and grinding your cum filled pussy against his slowly hardening cock.

”Oh, fuck,” he whimpers into your mouth, “wanna go again? Let me breed that pretty pussy full?”

”We shouldn’t,” you answer before sucking on his bottom lip.

”But I’ve already cum inside you. One more time won’t hurt anything,” he goads, “please, sis. For me? It’ll make me feel better.”

”Well… if it’ll make you feel better,” you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He groans as you suck in a breath, both gazing into each other’s eyes as he slips his cock back into your pussy. There’s no rush this time, just a slow back and forth as you kiss and lick into each other’s mouths—trading spit and moans like it’s a new form of communication. It doesn’t take you long to fall over the ledge, orgasm a soft wave overtaking your body instead of the typhoon you experienced earlier. It pulls Leon into his own, hips stuttering until he stills—cock kicking inside your walls as he spends himself.

Dropping a kiss to his cheek, you both freeze in place. Ignoring the little voice in your head telling you to stop this madness now before it goes any further, you dip your head back to catch his eyes.

“Welcome home, Leon.”

He doesn't pull away, but tugs your body closer, nuzzling your temple. “Thank you.”

Shifting his hips, he eases his dick from your cunt, sucking his teeth when it brushes against your inner thigh. Hands sliding down to your waist, he wraps them around your lower back and rubs lightly. Quiet seeps into the space, lulling you into relaxing, your head sinking to rest onto his shoulder. His heartbeat is a steady drum under your ear.

“Hey sis?” His soft tone has you blinking your eyes, tilting back to look into his face.

”Yeah?”

”We’re good, yeah? I didn’t fuck anything up.”

”We’re good.”

”Good.”

A beat.

”So does this mean I can upgrade from little brother to hot boyfriend?”

”No.”

”What? Why not?”

”Who says I’d go out with you?”

A scoff.

”I do. You do. You let me bone you.”

”Ew, gross, never say that again.”

”Bone. Bone. Bone. Bone. Bone.”

A sharp breath is exhaled.

”Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

”Y’know, maybe you should get laid. You seem hella uptight.”

”I’m about to show you uptight.”

”Oh yeah?”

”Yeah.”

Another beat of silence.

”Sis?”

”Yes?”

“I love you, you know.”

”I know. I love you, too.”

”You.. really wouldn’t date me?”

”You never asked, did you?”

”Are you fucking—seriously? Then, will you?”

”I’ll think on it.”

A pouty sigh.

”Ask me in the morning. With coffee.”