Everything was much too hot. You were a sweating, shivering, delirious mess. Your clothing felt abnormally abrasive and clung to your flushed skin. Arousal was boiling inside you and you desperately tried to hide it.
"Baby sis, you absolutely cannot go anywhere like that." The sound of nii-san's voice made you freeze with your hand on the handle of the front door.
"I p-promised my friends-" your voice sounds weak, even to you.
"Oh sweetie," the faux sympathy was dripping from his mouth like molasses. "You have to stay home, and let nii-san take care of you."
His hands are warm, one brushing at your hip seemingly innocently and the other placed on your forehead to feel how warm you are. You're mortified when his soft touch makes you moan under your breath and brown eyes gleam triumphantly.
"B-but my friends..." you whimper as his grip tightens, knees buckling and arousal spiking. This was wrong. What was wrong with you? You shouldn't be feeling this way because of your brother's touch, but you couldn't deny that it was heady pleasure burning through your veins as Mori-nii runs gentle hands down your waist, pushing up your shirt and teasing the flushed skin of your belly.
"Doesn't this feel good? I can make it feel much better." Morisuke purrs enticingly.
You visibly blanch, trying to back away from him but your back is met with the door. Morisuke follow unflinchingly. "Nii-san th-that's wrong. You can't touch me like this."
"Why not? I can tell that you like it, you might say one thing but your body says another." His voice is low, and the sound of it is only spurring on your taboo attraction. What's happening to you? You're growing dizzy now, his voice sounding far off to you, you don't quite notice the way it hardens, how dangerous he sounds now. "Are you really going to choose your friends over me?"
You barely bite back a whine as one of his hands dips below your skirt, teasing the waistband of your underwear. "Please, Mori-nii don't—"
Morisuke ignores you, fingers already sliding through your soaked folds, until he brushes up against your pulsing clit. The slightest pressure was enough to make you submit, choking out a moan for more, hips bucking as pleasure makes your mind blank. He's holding something up to your face, and you're so dazed that you don't even wonder how he got your phone. It was already dialed, ringing next to your ear.
"Tell you're friends you can't make it."
You try, but you're not sure how much they understand once his fingers start moving inside you.
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